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A MUSKY CHALLENGE - JD vs. Rob Hunter

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JD wrestle:
The Barn. The name of this bar down town that some men like to frequent. Its known for its non regulation wrestling scene. In view of the bar and those drinking around it is a dirty ring is a used up ring. The whole ring creaks when you walk around on it and there are stains everywhere. The musk that fills the room consists of those fights lingering in the fabrics of the ring memorializing those that were on this stage. I've heard about this bar from some friends at the gym and decided to check it out.


Rob Hunter-Kane:
I'm sitting backstage in my locker room, just getting ready for tonight's match in this nasty gay fetish bar. It's fight night again in this old musky ring and I decided to sign up. Not my first time though. I know fights can get kinky in here. And then the announcer suddenly calls me out. "Standing 6'0 and weighing in at 187 lbs---please welcome him and his thick 9" cock---Roooooooob Hunteeeeer!!!" I step out into the bar, people are already getting drunk and clingy, the air is heavy and smells like cum and sweat---and beer---I step through the crowd and hop into that old creaking ring, raise my arms and FLEX a double biceps---the musk coming out of my pits amazes me, and I can't wait to show you tonight how a real my smells like.


JD wrestle:
I wrote my name down to appear in the ring after getting a lay of the land here. I get escorted to a back room and told to find whatever I want in a gear box in the corner of this rancid locker room. Shifting through the box I find a pair of someone's old white speedos that were left after a fight and decide to use them. Dragging my clothes off my body and checking myself out in the dirty mirror before putting on the speedo. Its just a tad small as it squeezes my bulge tightly against my body. I then get ready to make my entrance

"Now making his way to the ring for the first time, at 5'9 and 200 pounds of muscle with more than muscles that bulge .. JD!!" After hearing my name, I make my way out of the locker room into the bar room. I shift through some guys that are getting ready for the show and as I do, they grab at those hot muscles making my cock stir before the ring. I slide in and see you flexing for the crowd. I stand and adjust my bulge before lifting my arms up with a double bicep flex at you. Exposing those pits off the bat.



Rob Hunter-Kane:
My eyes follow you closely as you enter the arena, ripped muscles, skin glistening under those old spotlights---and it doesn't take long until my cock starts twitching inside my briefs---(Hmmm, a newcomer. Good. Bet he's gonna love that...) I think to myself and start to shake out my arms, bouncing from foot to foot---and then you enter the ring. Looking confident and you also got a little weight on me. You don't hesitate and hit a double biceps pose right in front of me, showing off those extra pounds and your hairy pits. "Hope you're ready for this, punk..." I growl before the announcer states out the rules. "Tonight's match is an all out erotic pro fight. And as stipulation of the day the fight continues until one of these men is musked out, ready for the humiliating pinfall---!" I grin at you and reach for my bulge. "I hope you know what you're in for..." I shake my package and get that damp musk spread over my hand before I reach forward for a musky handshake. "Or you chicken out..."


JD wrestle:
You begin to taunt me in the ring and I just flip you the bird. "Fuck off!" is all that is replied back. You have some height on me but looking at your body, its nothing like mine. I watch you shake your thick cock contained in your gear and you can see a twitch on one of the stains on my own speedo. You extend your hand out and I reach out to give you a handshake. Before I reach your hand, I spit on my hand before grabbing in for the shake. I squeeze your hand tight and pull you in close enough that we are barely touching. "You are going to be my moaning little bitch tonight" Being close enough now that my scent begins to fill your space.


Rob Hunter-Kane:
I can't wait to get my hands on you, my cock twitches as the announcer finishes the rules and you reach out for my hand, but not without spitting into it first. "Nasty bitch..." I mumble and then you pull me close, I can smell your body scent but I keep a pokerface. "Are you so sure about that?" I just finished my sentence as the bell opens the match---DING DING!---and without wasting time I lift my left arm, and since we're so close my smelly pit appears right in front of your face---"How about you take a sniff?" I growl and push forward, looking to catch you by surprise and work you back against the ropes---



JD wrestle:
The bell rings and you dont hesitate. You raise your arm in the air exposing that hot pit of yours. Your smell immediately emits into the air and I take it in. My mind falters as I take in that musky ripe aroma and you shove it right into my face.

Fuck does that smell good. You force me to take a step back as I inhale into your pit. My cock jumps at it and I grab hold of your arm. I pull my face out and you can see a big smile on my face. "Fuck that was good" I say to you before twisting my body and pulling you over my hip with a toss.


Rob Hunter-Kane:
I can feel your reaction as you inhale my scent---and it's just as I expected. Your hot breath runs over that damp pit and you stagger a little, getting us closer to the ropes---but then you yank your head out again and I see your aroused face, not as stunned as I hoped for and with a fast motion you suddenly toss me over your hips and I land with a loud THUD!---"Ughh---" The ropes are close, I roll and reach for the bottom rope, before I pull myself up as fast as I can to get back into the match fast---


JD wrestle:
I flip you over my body and you land with a thud that is deafed by the shaking of the ring. You roll to the ropes and I watch your ass bounce and shakes about as you pull yourself up. As you grab the middle rope and start to pull up, I follow behind you with one hand in my speedo grabbing my dick and grab you by the hair with my free hand. I grab a fistful of your hair and yank you to your feet. "Ready for this?" I taunt. As I hold you by the head, my head comes out from my speedo and I slap your face hard. You can feel a bit of something wet along my hand as my cock gets thriving off this fight. As my slap forces your jaw to open, I shove my fingers into your mouth. "How does that taste Rob?"


Rob Hunter-Kane:
You're right back at me, reaching for my hair to yank me up on my feet again, faster than I could pull myself up. And the moment I am standing firmly again you SLAP my face hard---but it's not only the impact hitting me, your musk goes straight up my nostrils too---"Ughhh!" I grunt just before your hand shoves into my mouth, tasting that salty sweat and I slightly gag the depper you go. My head reddens slightly and the adrenaline pumps through my veins---my arms wave around, and then I grab both of your shoulders---and while you're busy with your fingers inside my mouth and SLAM my knee up into your ab wall, looking to get you stunned and back off---


JD wrestle:
The horny men in the crowd shouting as my fingers squirm in your mouth. You grab my shoulders exposing both your pits filling my nostrils with your aroma. Stirred up from your smell your I dont brace myself in time when your knee slams into my abs. I grunt out "Uff" before ripping my hand out from your mouth. My hand drips with some of your saliva as it hangs down at my side now. My other hand grabs my brick walls as I stagger off from you. "Motherfucker, Im going to make you answer my question" You can see a wet spot forming in my speedo that mixes in with the previous owners stain. I bring my hands up to a guard position and bounce on my toes as I wait for my opponent to move.


Rob Hunter-Kane:
I can manage to get you off me---some saliva running out at the corner of my mouth and I wipe it off with my bare forearm---"Pretty good smell. But that won't be enough to take me out bitch---" I growl and follow you back into the center of the ring. Your arms are up immediately, no one wants to make a mistake tonight---but I'm ready for you. I raise my arms too, approaching you. And as we're getting closer I LUNGE in, pulling you into a lockup with my musky pits exposed, the air around us fills with my manly scent. "Come on---show me what you got fucker!" I growl and push into you, letting my musk do its job while my press my pumped shoulder into you.


JD wrestle:
You follow me back to the center of the ring and proceed to approach me with your arms up. Your pits emit an aroma that intensifies as you get closer. I reciprocate the invitation and bring my arms up exposing my own sweaty pits back at you. You lunge in and we begin to grapple for control. My body beginning to sweat as we struggle against each others muscles. You grab around my shoulders and I grab yours. Due to your height advantage my head rest at your pit level making me get a big whiff of those pits. My cock spurts more pre into my speedo that engulfs the previous stain with a fresh wet one. I go to slam my knee into your abs to get you back from before.


Rob Hunter-Kane:
We're struggling in the lockup, our muscles start to bulge out and the sweat is building on both our bodies. I know you're forced to inhale my scent much deeper than I am, I control my breathing and I can manage to not sniff you too deep now---which also means my reflexes are not that bad right now and since I'm not going to make the same mistake like you did I keep my brick wall flexed and I take your knee with a little grunt---"That all you got bitch?" I don't hesitate and switch my hand on your shoulder, swivel behind you in one swift motion and my damp armpit is right over your face---"Now sniff THAT!" I shout and YANK you back, trying to lock on a nasty Dragon Sleeper, getting your nose deep into my ripe scent.


JD wrestle:
My knee hits you with a thud that feels like it did nothing against your flexed body. Fuck. I think but its too late as you drag my face into your pit. My nose tight in that hairy pit as my body begins to struggle as you yell at me to sniff into it. As my hands grab and push against your flexing bicep, I force myself to not enhale. I keep trying to hold off until I cant anymore and I begin to breathe your pit in. God it smells so good. My hands stop pushing as hard as they do as I keep breathing in that scent. You can see my bulge pulse and my cock grows hard now in my speedo. It soaks the fabric and you can see the tip of my cockhead through the growing transparent pre cum spot on my gear.


Rob Hunter-Kane:
Before you can even react I got you stuffed into that rank pit, not leaving any room for oxygen---"YEAH BITCH! SNIFF IT!!!" I shout so everyone in this bar can hear it---everyone should know that you're in fucking trouble---and as my eyes wander over the crowd I see the first row already jerking off---your muscles stretched out, your abs flattened, but your bulge growing thicker and heavier---"Aww you naughty bitch---you like that huh?" I grin and SLAM my fist into your exposed abs, forcing you to take that damp musk deep into your lungs---


JD wrestle:
I have to stop myself from taking in your musk and I try to hold of with my breathing again. My face reddens from the lack of air but also from hearing your taunts. As I try to hold off, you slam my abs with your fist. I lose all the air in my lungs as you slam it out and my body slumps in your sleeper. As my body pushes back up my lungs drag the air back in and I get a big whiff of that ripeness. My body moans into your pit as my nostrils flare against your skin.


Rob Hunter-Kane:
"Yeah I got you bitch! That's how a man smells like!" The crowd is freaking out, probably remembering how my last opponent ended up. So drunk on my musk that he even forgot his own name. And you're on your way now! I feel you huffing in the air, and the moment you gasp I FLEX my arm, letting some sweat drip into your mouth---"Let's see how much you like that---" I growl and reach forward, pulling your phat cock out of your speedo, letting those heavy nuts drop out too and then I slowly move my fingers over that cum vein---"Pretty loaded huh?" My fingers snake around that shaft, starting to stroke you, my musk still invading you. Let's see how much that punk can take.


JD wrestle:
The crowd is just eating in the sights in the ring with my body on display with my face stuffed in your pit. You flex your arm hard making the veins pop and my mouth opens wide as I groan out in pain. MHHMMMFF. I groan out as your sweat pools into my gaped open mouth. My groan is cut short as you reach into my speedo to take out my cock. Its wet with my pre as you pull it out, a long strand of clear pre cum lingers from my tip to the spot you took it from. You release the smell of my musk that was trapped in there out into the air around us. Filling your nostrils with the smell of sweat and precum. The waistband of my gear pushes against my heavy balls as my shaft now rock hard throbs in your palm. My pre soaks your hand as your fingers grasp around that girth and begins to stroke using the pre like lube. My one arm drops down from your bicep and hangs against your body as I moan like a bitch. My forearm lays against your bulge and I can feel it swelling in your gear. Fuck, I have to get back into this and I swing my arm up that was against your bulge to slam it back down into your nuts.


Rob Hunter-Kane:
I got you right where I wanted you and you're leaking like a little bitch---"Oh yeah, you fucking like that huh? Gonna bust for me already?" I grin and keep on teasing you, the crowd fully invested in this match as they're pumping their cocks just like I pump yours---everyone just waiting for you to spray your first load---"Come on, sniff a little deepAARRGGHHHH!" I suddenly shout in pain, your forearm crushing my nuts right into my taint---my body stiffens and I let your head go, hands shooting to my bulge, pain rushing up my spine, paralyzing me as I stumble back. "FUUUUCK!"


JD wrestle:
My low blow connects and my head is released from its sweaty prison. As my head rises back up, its soaked around the face with your pits juices. I stumble forward away from you as I get the fresh air flowing back in. My cock still out from my gear as its pressed up against my abs and leaks through the ridges. I stumble to the ropes and grab the top rope for support. I look your way and see you nursing that sore bulge and stuff mine back in. "Fucking stinky bitch" I snarl out before pushing off the ropes to go to tackle you down to the ground.


Rob Hunter-Kane:
I stumble around and curse you, my hand still nursing my balls, making it hard to focus on something else but the pain. But I need to! My bulge is rock hard, my nuts pulsating as I slowly turn back towards you, pulling my hands off my junk as you already charge into me, your shoulder spearing my core as you're tackling me down to the mats, landing with a loud THUD! "Ugh!" I grunt, rolling around, trying to get some distance from you, but it's hard to find my orientation.


JD wrestle:
My shoulder hits your abs with enough force to take you down. Your back hits the ground shaking the ring and some of the men wince from hearing the impact. I roll off you and bounce to my feet as my body gets pumped back up. "FUCK YEAH!" I shout out before setting my eyes back to you. I see you rolling around the dirty and stained canvas of the ring and I start to stalk you like an animal. Just as you roll onto your back, I grab you by the ankles to drag your body back to the center of the ring. "My turn now" I say to you while holding your legs up in the air. I then step through your legs until my feet are on either side of your head. As you stare up at my perfect looking body and my bulge, I drop down. My knees hit the ground and my wet stinky bulge slams right on top of your mouth. I shift your legs under my pit and hold you in this rolled up school boy pin center stage for all the men to watch you taste my musky bulge. "How does it smell down there Rob?" I taunt you as I flex my cock to bounce it in my gear that pushes a little more pre out. Flex. Flex.


Rob Hunter-Kane:
I'm trying to get some distance from you but no chance...you're faster and before I can escape you grab my legs and yank them straight up. My back is getting pinned down to the cold canvas, my bulge dangling between my legs - and right above it your heavy nuts, your cock is throwing a shadow on my face and for a moment I regret stripping that pouch off your package. You step over me, right through my legs, my arms slapping the mats and I'm squirming in protest, but you got me. You drop down, your sac slams on my face and your musk immediately invades my mind. "Uffffff..." I moan into your nuts, my legs locked under your arms, and my arms waving around, trying to get a hold of something but my mind is in a haze right now...


JD wrestle:
I got you squirming under me as you take in my musky balls. Every time you move, you move your face around on them making them tickle with pleasure. While you are moaning under me and you legs trapped on my arms, I start to flex my biceps for the crowd. The men in the crowd loving the sight of my hot muscles flexing on top of you. The men begin to get all riled up, shouting and jerking as I begin to taunt you. "How do you like this you jobber bitch? Just take nice deep breathes and it will all be over soon"


Rob Hunter-Kane:
"Hmmmppff...ugghh..." My moans are muffled as I'm forced to take in that heavy scent. Each time I move my face your balls dangle from side to side, rubbing that damp skin all over my lips and nose. I'm bucking under you, even though it will also use more oxygen to fight it but I need to get you off me. The crowd's cheering is also muffled, all sounds like one steady noise, but I know you bitch are enjoying that. I wiggle even more, getting your arms right behind my knees as I feel your biceps flex...and then I pivot both legs, slamming my damp feet right into your face, creating a mask as my toes clamp around your head, hoping I'll get to stun you with that musk attack.

 


JD wrestle:
I am flexing and enjoying this moment of you moaning until it all comes to a halt when your feet smother my face. Distracted by my flexing for the crowd, your dirty feet smell invade my nostrils and mouth. My cock immediately spurts out pre and I moan into the bottom of your feet. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I all I can think as I get lost in the moment before grabbing at your ankles. I try to peel your feet off my face as I continue to keep you trapped under my musky wet balls.


Rob Hunter-Kane:
My pouch is getting wet, pre leaking out. But I can feel your reaction immediately. I know you wouldn't like that at all and it doesn't take long until you loosen your grip and reach for my ankles. Your balls are still trapping me underneath, but as you're struggling with that heavy scent I PULL on my legs hard, my feet still grabbing your face as I'm using gravity against you, letting your back slam onto the mats and lift that heavy sac off my face.


JD wrestle:
Your smell is getting to me as you slam me backwards. My balls get lifted off your face, releasing you from your musky prison as I get flung backwards. I hit the ground with my arms pinned under your legs still and your feet still smothering my face. My cock is rock hard and leaking like a facet left on. You can hear my moaning breathing coming from your feet as I know this isnt good and I begin to twist and squirm while my hands grab at the ground. Trying to break free and get off away from you.


Rob Hunter-Kane:
I GASP deep as I can finally breath some oxygen again. The air is still filled with that damp stink, but you're in much bigger trouble now. I hear you moan and breathe into my feet, I close them again like a face mask, making sure I got your nose right up that sweaty sole. "Got you bitch. How you like that huh? I see your cock leaking like crazy, right in front of me, and I reach up and wrap my fingers around it. "Ready to bust bitch?" I start to stroke...stroke...stroke..I know a cum-submission will weaken you. But I won't be done with you until you're musked out and limp on the mats.


JD wrestle:
I cant breathe. I suffer as your foot secures its place against my face. My cock cant stop leaking from the smell as its completely covered in my pre. "uuummmfff" is all I can say back as I moan into your feet. My cock presents itself to you as you grab it in your hand. You stroke all 7 inches of it as my pre acts as lube. Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck. My body begins to tremble in your hold with my foot beginning to slowly drum the ground. My squirming becomes slower with sudden spikes of motion as I twitch to the sensation of my cock getting stroked. I struggle to get free but I dont stop fighting. I keep trying to break free and get out of this before I lose my load.


Rob Hunter-Kane:
You're fighting hard, leaking like crazy, and I have to admit you're one resilient fucker. But I can't let you go now, I need to get that load out of you. And then I go all in. I take both hands, and while I'm pumping that thick shaft with one hand I circle and tease your sensitive v-spot in slow circles, using your pre to slide over it smoothly. "Come on bitch. SNIFF AND BUST THAT LOAD!" I growl and push my feet into your face, rubbing my dirty soles up your nostrils, hoping to milk you before the air around me gets too thick.


JD wrestle:
I cant give you my load.. not with all these men watching us. At least thats what I think until you grab my thick cock with both hands and begin to expertly play with it. With your commanding shout of telling me to sniff and shoot my load... I do just that. I take in a deep breathe and my cock shoots out its load... firing all over my chest and abs. My abs flex and convulse with each blast of cum out of my cock. The men in the crowd get a beautiful view of my muscles reacting to your erotic attack as the cum begins to drip them. After my orgasm subsides.. I am left moaning and twitching in your hold with my mind filling with the smell of your feet.


Rob Hunter-Kane:
I grin evilly as I see your cock firing up that thick cum, straight into the air like a fucking spring fountain and coating yourself with rope after rope..."That's right bitch. Submit that cum..." I mumble and wait until you stop shooting, I scoop up that last drop with my finger and lick it off...and then I PUSH you to the side, letting your body twitch a little bit more before we go back to business. "Come on, get up..." I growl and grab your head with both of my hands, yanking you on your knees in front of me. "Watch this bitch!" I pull down my briefs, my low hanging sack drops out, my hard cock pointing straight up, and then I PUSH your face right into my musky sac. "SNIFF IT BITCH!"



JD wrestle:
Fuck that orgasm was good. Im dazed out from your feet and that post orgasm drain. You easily push my moaning twitching body off you and I flop onto the ground. I lay there taking in some fresh air for a change. My eyes blink as I see your feet standing next to me. Those damn feet. Men are shifting out of their chairs as they shot their own loads watching me cum but you are not done yet. This is a musk ko fight and we continue on. You grab my head with your hands dragging me up to my knees as I grab at your wrists. "Uuuuuggghh" I groan out with my cock still dripping cum as it hangs between my legs.

You let go of my head to pull your briefs down to let out that big hard cock. The smell of your manhood that has been dwelling in that tight sweaty piece of gear to this point is let out. I moan out hardddd "fuuuucckk" as I take a big whiff of that musk. You take my head as I get lost awe and shove it right into your sweaty musky balls. My hands grab at your muscular thighs for support as my feet kick at the ground behind me. My cock immediately begins to swell back up as my mouth breathes onto your nuts. My eyes stare up at yours past your hard cock as I moan like bitch on your nut. My tongue goes out and I begin to lick on your musky nut sac in pleasure. Tasting it before bringing it into my mouth to play with it on my tongue.


Rob Hunter-Kane:
I smother your face all over my sac, hearing you moan like a little bitch, and it doesn't take long until you take your fucking tongue out and start licking my sweaty nuts. "Fuck yeah! Someone's becoming my musk slut tonight!" I shout and FLEX my biceps, taking a deep whiff of my own scent and then grin into the crowd while you kneel in front of me like a submissive bitch, moaning and willingly licking my damp balls. And then I swing my hips from side to side, slamming my rock hard 9" dong against your face, looking to get some of that juicy dick musk across your face. "Who...is...my...musk...slut?"


JD wrestle:
As you flex and slam my face with your bigger dick. My smaller 7 inch cock begins to leak once more. You tell me im your musk slut and fuck im starting to think it too with how much your smell as been turning me on this fight. Each hold as been building up in my mind and I think it over and over as you as me once more... but.. I did have you moaning too. I look up at you and spit your nut out of my mouth. "fuck you.." I say as I begin to push up to my feet. The crowd gasping as they watch me resist you..


Rob Hunter-Kane:
The crowd is going wild as I am dominating you in the middle of the ring. Spotlights on us, and you're about to lose it. You're so close as you keep on leaking right onto the mats...but then you spit out my nuts, pushing against me..."Ha! Not enough yet?" I growl as you push up on your feet, your hands on my thighs, and I grab your head to help you up. "Alright. Let's see how you like that, slut!" I pull you with me, twisting 90 degrees as I'm locating the nearest corner, and then I charge straight towards it, my fat schlong swinging against my thighs as I'm looking to drive you straight into the turnbuckle, getting you into position.


JD wrestle:
I begin to use your body to climb up but as I do, you grab my head with your hands. You keep my head close to your body as I go up, getting a good personal view of your sweaty muscles. My nose drags along your skin just so gently that I take nice deep breathes along the way. Fuck. As I get to my feet, you get a good view of that muscular torso dripping with my load and my 7 incher dripping again to the mat. I go to throw a punch into your abs but you are quicker than me and with your lead, I am thrown into the corner. My cock swings its pre about and as I hit the corner post, the sudden impact makes my cock spurt out and fling its pre out towards the audience. I groan in agony as my arms drape over the top ropes as my body hangs in the corner. My muscular back and glutes exposed to you now as the only thing going through my mind at this moment is the smell of your body...


Rob Hunter-Kane:
THUD! Your muscular body crashes into the corner, arms draped over the top ropes and I know your mind is only hooked on me. I step out of my gear, letting it drop down onto the mats, I reach down, my cock so fucking hard...and with that view on your ass I am getting hornier and hornier. "Hmmm but not yet." I calm myself down, just waiting for you to turn back around, probably looking for another sniff, and then I CHARGE in, my cock swing wildly and then I lower my upper body, aiming a spear into your abs.


JD wrestle:
Some men come near the corner of the ring and begin shouting and spitting up towards my face making me begin to get back into it. I shake my head and I begin to turn to find you. Where the fuck.. BAM. My sculpted abs crunch and bend over your shoulder as I spit out before getting slammed back into the corner post. My body speared hard and I hang over your shoulder sprawled out along your sweaty back. My ass sits on the middle buckle with my cock drooling against your chest as I groan in pain. "fuckkk..."


Rob Hunter-Kane:
BOOM! My shoulder crashes right into your ab wall, driving you back against the turnbuckle and your ripped body folds over my back. I smell your body scent, stronger than before now that we're sweating. But I know I need to finish you. I need to get you so addicted to my manly scent, you'll be begging for it. And with you hanging like this, I SQUAT up, grabbing both your legs so you can slide down just until I feel your hot breath running through my asscrack. You're a heavy boy, but I won't have to hold you all by myself. I turn around, the crowd gasping, flexing my glutes right into your face...and just when I got your body right between the turnbuckly and me I DROP back and SMASH your face into my crack, so deep that your nose gets stuck in my pussy. "SNIFF IT BITCH!! SNIFF A REAL MAN'S ASS!" I shout and start to hump your face, grinding your nose between my hard cheeks again and again.




JD wrestle:
My face slides down your back as I take deep breathes in after that spear. I slowly watch my impending doom as my face nears your ass. Just as I get there and the musk starts to invade my mind, you slam me back against the post. Sandwiched between your sweaty muscles and the corner, my arms begin to wave around frantically. My mind trying to think a way out of this is getting overwhelmed by your ass. I moan and leak as I left helpless..


Rob Hunter-Kane:
Sweat is forming on my body, dripping down my nipples as I smother you against the corner without mercy. "STILL WITH US BITCH??!" I growl and I can hear the audience moan around us, jerking off, some of them mumbling stuff like "fuck look how deep he's inside his ass!", or "shit I can smell that from here!" and I just grin. And then I lean back, my full weight against your body, keeping your nose stuck right beneath my hole. I FLEX my glutes, trapping you in there before I start to bounce my cheeks into your face, right, left, right, left...



JD wrestle:
My face presses further and further into your ass. Until the point my nose sticks right up against your hole. I moan but no one can hear it as your ass muffled me out. As you begin to dominate me in your ass with your flexing, my arms begin to slow down. The frantic waving begins to calm, as my hands grab at your body. Feeling along your sides and abs. My cock that has been drooling on your shoulder begins to throb for release...


Rob Hunter-Kane:
I can feel you're getting weaker and weaker. My scent is completely taking over you and I can even feel your cock leaking against my neck. "Fuck bitch you like that huh?" I lean back more, flipping your legs over the top rope to put you into a tree of woe, your ripped and cum-stained body hanging there upside down, with your cock leaking like crazy. "Time to finish you slut..." I growl and reach the top ropes, step over you with my ass hovering over your face...and then I DROP down, getting your dizzy face back into my damp and musky crack. And then I reach up, grabbing your cock and trapping it under my sweaty pit in a cock sleep. The crowd gasps as they know I'm going for my finisher. And after that your cock will never smell the same again. I start to hump your face, your nose drilling into my hole each time I slam back down, literally fucking myself on your nose, while I FLEX my biceps around your dong, spreading all that sweat and musk from my pits all over your shaft. "Ugh fuck yeah bitch. You're done!"


JD wrestle:
You throw my legs back and they go over the ropes making me hang in a tree of woe. Uuuggghh.. I groan out as I hang there with my muscle body stretching to the floor. My cock leaks down my ab line. Filling the ridges with pre. You then set up your finisher...

Your ass hangs over my face, as I stare up. You then drop... BOOM. Your knees slamming down to the ground shakes the ring as your ass goes down on my face. You then reach up putting my cock in your musky pit. I moan under you as you continue to dominate..

You start to hump my face. You slam up and down on my face as your pit strokes my cock. Your musky sweat lubing it as you stroke. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can't take it. My mind fills with your scent and my hand taps at as I scream out in your pit "STOPPPPPP I GIVEE I GIVEEEEEEEEE" MY cock throbbing hard in your pit....


Rob Hunter-Kane:
You're done. Everyone in this room knows it. It's just a matter of time until you bust another load, or even go out before that. Either way is fine with me. I flex flex flex, stroking your cock with my sweaty armpit while your swollen cockhead peeks out right behind me. "Come on bitch! CUM FOR THE MUSK CHAMP!!" I shout and wiggle my ass on your face, adjusting my position before I lift my ass off your face for a moment, only to SLAM it back down onto your face, nose straight into my musky pussy, I stay seated and SQUEEZE your cock with my pit. "CUM BITCH!!!"


JD wrestle:
I cant go on.. this smell is too much and I lost this match. You lift off my face for a moment letting me get a little relief before slamming back down on my nose. My nose so far up into your hole that i get no air to the point I pass out but before I do my cock thats been wrecked with your stench at this point is now firing its load once again... the cum landing on the canvas of the ring behind you that blends in with the previous stains of this fight and the past victims of this ring. My arms sprawled out on the ring as I go out to your musk...


Rob Hunter-Kane:
At this point it doesn't take long and your whole body submits to my scent. You gave me a good challenge, but as your cock bursts a second time and you coat the mats behind me with your hot cum we all know you're finished. Your body doesn't even react much and you go limp in the tree of woe. I release your spent cock, your cum sticks to my armpit as I pull off and get up on my feet. Your body hangs lifeless in the corner as I FLEX for the crowd, my cock standing like the eiffel tower as I soak up the cheering. "Come on bitch. I got a surprise for you backstage." I know you can't hear me now but that doesn't matter. I just pick you up on my shoulder, pulling your defeated body out of the corner before I carry you through the crowd.

Published: 2026-01-31, viewed 187 times.

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Jay Slater-Jones

2026-01-31 12:24

Poor JD never stood a chance against the musky Rob Hunter and I know how he feels.

I hope Rob treated JD to a hot shower after he got him back to the locker room although somehow, I think Rob would have skipped the shower lol

Jay S-J