Facesitting seats and sitters

Read their first fight here: MIND THE GAPE

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Swoley:

If I ever doubted my value as DEEP END's most bankable whore, the last two weeks of constant harassment from management has cured me. The DEEP END Management won't stop blowing up my phone. "Rematch with Hunter," they beg. They need that spectacle again, the two of us tearing each other's holes in the center ring, because the last match broke every pay-per-view record in pervert-wrestling history.

 Like I needed reminding of how that sexy god pinned me last time, that monster cock stretched me till I screamed. I’m playing with myself just thinking about it. His veiny nine-incher still haunts my dreams. I play hard to get, but we all know I'm desperate to feel those bull balls slapping against me again. When I finally sign the contract, my panties are already soaked in anticipation. HUNTER here comes your little bitch ready to end your career.

 Another Fight Night at the DEEP END. I strut into the cum-soaked hellhole. The stink hits me first - balls, ass sweat, poppers and cum. I swagger toward the locker room. There he is, all oiled up, no shirt, forearms thick with veins. His trunks are so tight you can practically count the inches straining against the buttons. When that fucker looks me up and down, I know I'm already his bitch. My dicklett's so hard I can't even remember my trash talk. All I do is smile like I'm about to get the best meal of my life, run my tongue over my lips, and give him the sluttiest wink I've got. Then I strut to my locker and squeeze into my competition gear, nothing but a glorified thong with shoulder straps that shows off everything I've got.

 I count the minutes until showtime…

  

Rob Hunter:

I’m early today. A few quiet minutes before the fight should be enough to get my head straight. The real preparation already happened days ago…eight to be exact. And there are two reasons for that. In The Deep End only one thing matters: how much the crowd loves you. They don’t just pay a ridiculous amount to get in here…the better the show, the bigger the tips. And like they say...what happens in the Deep End, stays in the Deep End. Unless you’re willing to pay just as much for a dark web stream. Either way, the last fight against that muscle slut Swoley broke every record, and management has been trying to set up a rematch for ages…and after months, it’s finally happening.

 Even the smell in here gets heavier every time. The sweat and cum of countless fights hangs thick in the air…full of pheromones. I’m digging through my gym bag when I hear footsteps behind me. The locker room isn’t big...the sound echoes off the walls. I turn my head...and there you are. With that smug grin, you walk right past me, throw me a wink, and before I can react, you disappear into your locker.

Your thick ass shakes from side to side with each step...you're sluttier than ever. But that bitch put on quite some muscle, too. And I thought you were already pumped in our last fight. I force myself to focus. My gear is straining like crazy, and we're not even in the fight. A tight-fitting speedo, two buttons in the front, already struggling to keep the pouch attached as my schlong is trying to push free...I lean forward and lace up my black wrestling boots. It’s almost time. And that bloated bastard has no idea what’s coming for him tonight...

 "CUMMING OUT FIRST!!! STANDING 6'0 AND WEIGHING IN AT 187 LBS....HIS THICK HORSE COCK IS READY TO BREED THE HELL OUT OF HIS OPPONENT!!! PLEASE WELCOME OUR FAN FAVORITE....ROOOOOOB HUNTEEEEER!!!" I step into the small underground arena...the guys around the ring all gooning for this rematch tonight, some of them touching me, trying to get a handful of my package...but I just jump onto the apron, turn towards them and show off my hefty bulge...the buttons already straining, and I FLEX my schlong, the pouch is pulsating, almost as if it was breathing, and it's clear that these buttons will lose the struggle very soon. I step through the ropes, my glutes jiggle as I jump on my toes, waiting for that slut to enter...curious which skimpy dress you picked this time...

   

 

Swoley:

The speaker booms, “HE’S BACK FOR TONIGHTS SUBMISSION MATCH AFTER LOSING THE FUCK DOWN OF THE YEAR! OUR CHALLENGER FOR TONIGHT, WITH AN UNMATCHED PHYSIQUE - STANDING AT 5’8” AND WEIGHING IN AT 245 LBS OF SOLID MUSCLE-MR.ASS TASTIC HIMSELF, SLOPPY SWOLEY!”

 The moment I strut into the arena, those fuckers erupt, whistles, boos, those hyped bitches in the sissy corner squeal my name. I play up every vulgar ounce of my slut aura. My boots thud against the metal ramp while sweat and baby oil make my biceps shine. The juice has blown me up beyond belief…thick veins cross my delts and snake down my bulging six-pack. Each step makes my massive pecs bounce and jiggle, I flex them hard, making those muscle-tits dance for these perverts. I twist my torso and cock one hip out, making damn sure every desperate loser in this cum dungeon gets an eyeful of my granite ass. They’re screaming my name, but I know what they really want…to see this muscle freak get what’s coming to him.

 I’m wearing less than last time. My “competition gear” a joke, really, a strapped thong barely two inches wide, basically a small triangle with shoulder straps, it does nothing to hide the outline of my twitching dick. The shoulder straps frame every sinew, every striation, and I know every eye is on me, the way they hiss and moan. I make a show of pulling at the thong, “adjusting” myself, fingering the seam deep between my glutes so everyone knows what’s up. I swing my duffle bag over my shoulder, the clear mesh revealing silicone monsters, plugs, ropes for when this fight gets serious.

 I slide under the ropes with slutty intent, making sure every pervert gets a good look at my ass. “Miss me, bitches?” I growl, strutting to my corner like I own this shit hole. I prop one foot up on the ropes, spreading myself wider than necessary, and run my tongue across my lips. My hand drops to adjust my cock before I blatantly floss my thong deeper between my cheeks.

 My gaze shifts to you, I can’t help but stare at the obscene outline threatening to burst through your speedo. “Look at you, Hunter,” I call out, eyeing your bulge. “All dressed up with nowhere to blow that load.” Knowing full well I’d be begging for it...

 

Rob Hunter:

I take a few steps back into my corner as you get called out right after me...it feels like it was yesterday. Mr. Ass-tastic they called you in our first fight also...the Sloppy is new though. But I remember damn well as the ref counted out your gaping twat...defeated by my superior fuck weapon. 9" of pussy destruction. And tonight it will end up just the same. I lean against the ropes as you strut into the arena, your bulging muscles only covered by two tiny strings, barely covering your tiny cock, and then hiding between those massive quads. I know I should not underestimate you, but the way you're floating towards the ring, shaking your hips like Shakira ordered from Temu...I immediately feel the urge to destroy you. Make you beg like last time...my fat cock twitches inside my speedos, the buttons almost bursting...but not yet.

 And then you slide inside the ring, making sure that phat ass is always on display...and I have to admit, those glutes are massive. I remember it..."Did you bring some first-aid? At least you learned something from last time. I will split your twat in 2 pieces!" I growl, not showing any signs of intimidation. I step forward..."...maybe I'm just gonna fuck a new hole into you..." I suddenly get interrupted as the announcer continues...

 "TONIGHT'S FUCKDOWN FIGHT IS SET AS A FUCKMISSION MATCH...FALL COUNTS EVERYWHERE...AND THAT'S IT FOR THE RULES. DON'T WASTE YOUR LOADS TOO EARLY GUYS...THIS IS GOING TO BE A LONG FIGHT!!" I grin, my cock twitching harder and harder, the goons around the ring coming closer, not wanting to miss something. "Oh and that thing between your legs...wasn't there a little dick last time?" I taunt you, knowing that my cock would dwarf yours easily...I raise my right arm and wiggle my fingers, speedos bulging..."Maybe we should get you hard first..." I keep some distance, only waiting for the bell to start this fuck war.

 

Swoley:

I listen to your endless taunts, mean nothing, my gaze locks onto what matters, that chiseled jawline that lean torso tapering to narrow hips, and holy fuck, that obscene mound straining your speedo. My mouth goes dry comparing what you're packing to what amounts to a fucking clit between my steroid-wrecked thighs.

 The announcer's voice dies out. The bell clangs three times. You head to center ring, all smirk and swagger. I lumber toward you, my pumped tits bouncing, thong strap riding so high it practically flosses my nonexistent balls. I catch your stare, can't tear those eyes away from this testosterone nightmare, can you, Hunter? I raise my arms for the traditional grapple, knowing damn well this "wrestling match" is just foreplay for what I’m going to do to your ass.

 I close the distance between us, arms extended like I'm gonna wrestle proper, but fuck that noise. My hand shoots straight for that monster bulge. "Jesus fucking Christ," I gasp, feeling that beast pulse against my palm through the thin fabric. My eyes roll back like the cock-hungry slut I am, already imagining that battering ram splitting me open while you pound me senseless. That smug fucking grin spreads across your face…you know exactly what you do to me, you arrogant bastard.

 Pissed or maybe desperation…I drop my shoulder and bulldoze you - 245# of bitch linebacker slamming into you. I lock my arms around your waist, lifting you off your feet, driving you backward until you slam into the padded corner. I pounce on you before those eyes can focus again, pawing at you like a desperate bitch. My left hand crawls up those washboard abs while my other hand digs into your thigh meat. I crash my mouth against yours, my tongue invades your mouth like it owns the fucking place, hot and nasty, swirling around like I'm trying to lick your tonsils clean. I thrust my non-existent package against your massive bulge, what feels like a goddamn fire hydrant straining through those speedos. 

Rob Hunter:

DING DING DING! The bell rings and opens the fight...my cock jumps again inside my speedos and my pouch is straining even more, almost breaking free already even before the first move...and then you lunge in, your hand grabbing my phat bulge and I notice your reaction as you feel my hard 9 incher pumping inside your hand. "Oh yeah bitch...bet your clit missed that cock...nothing satisfied you like thUUUUGGGHHHHH!" You suddenly drop your shoulder and push your heavy muscles right into my core...your weight alone is enough to drive me backwards with your arms wrapping around my body....THUD! My back hits the turnbuckle, my arms go over the top rope as the ring is shaking from the impact..."Ugghhh....fuck..."

Before I can regroup, you straighten up again and without wasting any time you lock on a deep kiss...a slutty one...your tongue darting into my oral cavity and my own tongue faces yours, wrestling that wet muscle inside my mouth...your thick tits grinding into mine, your hands clawing into my muscles and I moan right into your face..."Hmmmmmm..." My hands go off the ropes, touch your broad back, feeling those lats flaring as I guide my fingers down. one hand immediately reaches for that tiny black string coming out of your asscrack...and I YANK that slutty string up, flossing your pussy lips with it while splitting your tiny nuts apart...and now that I got those cum tanks under a huge pressure I SLAM my knee up, grinding it deep while pulling my head out of that pumped arm..."This night will end bad for you CUNT!" I growl into your face, arms go over the top rope...I jump and pivot my legs before I KICK both of my boots into your bulging tits to drive you back and away from me.

 

Swoley:

Just when I think I've got this muscle stud under control, you snarl "FUCK OFF!" and suddenly your fingers are yanking my thong strap up between my ass cheeks. The strap digs deep, splitting my pathetic nuts apart as they pop out from either side. I can't help but moan like a cheap whore, my mouth hanging open in sick pleasure. Then WHAM…your knee rockets up into my junk, crushing my dick, mashing my shrivelled nuts. My arm falls away from your neck as I try to protect what's left of my manhood.

 You spring back against the ropes and BAM!…both feet slam into my swollen tits, sending my 245 pounds of muscle stumbling backward like a like some cum-drunk slut who can't handle her fucking stilettos. I’m sent reeling backward crashing into the ropes. The whole ring shudders under my weight. I lock eyes with you, clench my jaw and charge forward like a bull seeing red.

 You’re still hanging from the ropes, a cocky smirk on your face, but even you aren’t ready for this comeback. I fake high, sell it with a snarl, then drive my boot into your gut like I'm trying to punt your spine through the back of the ring. WHAM! Again! WHAM! Your face crumples, eyes bulging as all that oxygen explodes from your lungs in a pathetic wheeze. That cocky smile? Gone. Your legs fold, and suddenly your ass-down in the corner, arms flopped over the 2nd rope.

Rob Hunter:

I know how to get your attention...and I also know which buttons I have to press to make you moan. And you do moan! Like a fucking fag! Stunned from my knee shot my boots SLAM into your muscle tits and you stumble and stagger like you couldn't hold all that muscle up anymore...back into the other corner. And I can see how hungry and raging you are at the same time. I know you can't wait for my dick to impale you. And like in our first fight you recover fast...impressive for an old and overused slut like you...but fine. I brace myself as I see you charging...like a bulldozer stomping into my direction and I can see you're aiming high...I got the perfect counter ready!

 But just when I get myself set to reverse your move on you...."UGGGGHHH!" I gasp out, your boot slams into my ab wall, digging in once...."UGGGHHHH!" and twice! Folding me over in the corner, my arms crossed in front of my belly to protect myself from another hit...it's just a reflex...my knees buckle and I drop on my ass, trying to catch my fucking breath.

Swoley:

I stalk over to you, hips cocked, shoulders rolling, every striation pulsing under the skin. I let the moment drag out, total power move, so you know exactly what’s coming. You glare up at me. “You want a taste of this, faggot?” I taunt. “Yeah, you fucking do. You all do!” I rake my fingers across my abs, making sure every eye in the place is on me, then hook my thumb deep into my thong. I turn, flexing my glutes so hard the fabric all but disappears between my cheeks, then yank the strap to the side, giving them the full view…pure, unadulterated muscle ass, glistening with sweat and ready to ruin a life.

 I drop my hips, thrust back, and SLAM my ass straight into your face. The move is perfect, a textbook Stink Face, only my ass is twice the size and five times as brutal. I go all-in, grinding my glutes home, bouncing on your face making sure you taste every inch. Your muffled protests are lost in the ocean of my cheeks and the roar of the crowd. I can feel your nose crush up against my taint, your lips forced apart by the sheer girth of my glutes. “That’s what you get, fuckpig!” I bellow. “You want to call me a slut? I’ll show you slut, bitch!” I tilt my head back, laugh, squeeze my glutes even tighter, I throw up a massive double-bi, veins popping for the howling crowd…

Rob Hunter:

 I squint my eyes, grit my teeth...one arm goes over the bottom rope as I lean against it and look up at you as you just finished strutting around and stopping right in front of me...and before I can pull myself up you reach back, yank that string out of that fucking deep ass crack and start to threaten me..."No...no....UMMMPPFFFFFF!" I try to protest...my arms desperately grabbing after the ropes as my boots start kicking the mats...my face fully devoured by that phat ass, my lips brushing your muscle twat, inhaling that intense pheromone scent...and I let out a long vibrating moan right into your pussy, muffled by your massive glutes...

"SLOPPY SWOLEY HAS THE HUNTER IN A STINKFACE!!!" I can barely hear the announcer but he's not telling me something new anyway. My eyes slightly roll but I can take it...I need to...and since I know what kind of slut you are I immediately poke my fucking long tongue against your hole and stab right into your canal...once....twice....three times...each thrust pushing deeper, tasting your soft and smooth pucker as I finally PUSH my whole tongue in...and FLEX it! My tongue expanding, giving you a sloppy stretching to distract you enough to attack that unguarded roid gut as I throw my leg up, and aim my knee right into your lower abs...and in that very moment, I feel one of the two buttons give in to the pressure...snapping open…

 

Swoley:

The arena is fucking electric, every eye glued to the ring where I’m putting on an obscene show of power and perversion. Every eye is locked on me as I degrade you. I can barely hear the announcer howling over the noise, but I know the mic is picking up every slurp, every grunt, and every desperate snort of air fight for under my huge glutes.

 I flex harder, squeezing until your fuckin’ face disappears. What happened to the big bad Hunter, huh? The so-called alpha who breaks men for breakfast? Look at you now…nothing but muffled whimpers under my ass. I almost laugh - when suddenly your tongue starts working circles around my hole. FUCK! My spine goes rigid, head thrown back like I'm some sacrifice on the altar of filth. The crowd loses their shit as you push that tongue harder, then - CHRIST ALMIGHTY - you drive it straight in, all the way to the root, like you're French-kissing my goddamn prostate.

 Your beard stubble scrapes across my ass cheeks, somewhere in the chaos of sensation I realize my own tongue is hanging out, slobbering down my chin. My thighs start to spasm, my whole lower half seizing up as I grind you even deeper into the turnbuckle, desperate to milk every fucking inch of that tongue. “OOOOHHH FUCKKKKK,” I shriek, my voice gone high and thin, my words dripping with need and humiliation and absolute joy. I’m a total disaster, a roid-slut in heat, my nub so hard it juts out while pre-cum trails down my inner thigh.

 But then you shift. I barely notice, high on the taste of my own power, on the pulse of your tongue in my ass. I sense it a split second before it happens…Mid-moan, your knee rockets up between my legs, slamming me in the softest, weakest part of my muscled body. It’s not my balls that take the pain, it’s my whole goddamn core. My gut caves around your knee, “OFFFFF” I gurgle, spit flying, every vein in my neck bulging. The air whooshes from my lungs.

 The ring shakes as I hit the mat on my knees, my hands catching me a split-second later. I’m still facing away from you, thong bunched up tight, my twat glistening and leaking your spit down my inner thigh. It takes a full second for my brain to reboot, to realize I’m still in the match, still putting on a show for every perv in the crowd. Sweat stings my fuckin' eyes as I gasp for air, I arch my back like the cock-hungry slut I am, shoving my gaping hole toward the crowd like I'm advertising free samples. My fingers claw at the bottom rope, and I haul my muscle-bound ass up inch by humiliating inch, making sure everyone in the house gets their money's worth...

 

Rob Hunter:

I can feel your twat adjusting to my thick tongue, clenching around it but I'm keeping you impaled on my wet muscle...your pussy will be dripping very soon...and then my knee hits you just right. You bend forward, gasp deep, and then you drop on your knees right in front of me, going on all four with your huge ass spread wide. My face looks dizzy, but after two or three deep breaths I'm back in the fight again...and FUCK my bulge is pulsating...I blink my eyes and the first thing I see is your twitching cunt, that tiny string not covering anything, It just looks like you're twat is flossing itself with that string...but this is sending me over the edge...

 I reach up and grab the rope with one hand...with the other one I reach for that string, hook it around my finger and then yank it out of your crack...the fabrics stretching more and more, this thing is fucking elastic! The other side secured with your broad shoulders...I pull myself up...the string stretching to the max...and the moment I'm back on my feet I release and let the string SNAP against your twitching pussy and the moment you moan like a slut my cock FLEXES up, the second button pops open and my fat 9 inch schlong jumps out...rock hard...cockhead swollen...and just like in slow-motion my HUGE sack drops out too...cum tanks hanging low between my legs...and even though you can't see it right now, the reaction of the crowd is enough. I can hear them gasp...some of them mumbling stuff. "Fuck it's on.", "Swoley's pussy won't survive this...", "Shit that thing is too big!" I grin as I hear them, and then I strut forward...

 

 I come up behind you and puff out my chest..."Get that ass up fag!" I plant my black boot right at the back of your head and push it down against the mats, one finger hooking your string again, slightly pulling it up to uncover that puckering asshole..."You better keep that in your memory...he won't come back this tight!" I growl and squat down, placing my schlong right in your asscrack like a XXL hot dog between two loafs of bread...I want you to feel my size...my girth...and how my dong is flexing under the pressure. The men are stepping closer...my cum vein rubbing over your wet pussy..."Open up slut!" I growl as my cockhead is perfectly lined up with your cunt and without wasting time I RAM it in, all 9 inches all the way through, giving your prostate a solid hook with my helmet. My heavy nuts slap against your glutes, the sound echoing through the arena, mixing with the fapping sound of the horny crowd...

Swoley:

I'm on one knee, left hand gripping the rope, rage boiling as I plan my fucking revenge. Then I feel it, that sick tug as you yank my thong strap right outta my dripping hole from behind. The fabric stretches like rubber, crushing my clit and raisins so hard they're practically on display for the whole arena. Can't even fucking move - you've got me leashed. Then SNAP! You let go and that elastic fires back into my pussy like a goddamn bullwhip. The sting shoots through me like lightning, but I can't stop the fucking whore-moan that rips outta my throat.

 Your voice cuts through the arena like a knife, "Ass up, fag!" I barely start crawling when your boot slams against my skull, grinding my face into the canvas like I'm another cum rag you are done with. You yank my thong up so hard it disappears between my cheeks, forcing my ass to rise while my exposed hole fluttering open and close like some desperate street hooker's. Your beast-growl hits my ears just as that fuck stick drops between my glutes like a steel pipe. That monster meat throbs against my exposed pussy, you’re cum vein pulsing like it's got its own heartbeat, ready to split me wide open.

I hear you growl "Open up slut!" and before I can even brace myself, you SLAM that monster cock balls-deep into my guts. “ARGH” I scream as all nine thick inches ram straight through me, your swollen head nailing my prostate like a fucking sledgehammer. Your heavy bull-sized wrecking balls crash against my ass with each thrust, making a sick wet sound that bounces off the walls. My jaw hangs open like a broken fuckin' hinge, drool leaking down my chin while pathetic little bitch noises escape my throat with each thrust.

 

Rob Hunter:

"AND SLOPPY SWOLEY IS GETTING HIS FIRST STRETCHING FOR TONIGHT!!! HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE UNTIL THAT ASS SUBMITS TO OUR CHAMP?!" The announcer shouts into his microphone and you can hear how fucking horny he is watching. And with every thrust I am just getting harder and harder. "Yeah muscle fag! Moan for me like you did last time!" I taunt you as I feel your walls adjusting to my size. I keep a tight grip on that string, crushing your micro nuts and that pathetic dicklett while my schlong keeps plunging down into your wet cunt. "Fuck bitch! Did you pour a bottle of lube into that pussy before the fight or are you leaking your own ass juice already?"

 In fact I don't care...but I'm out to humiliate the shit out of you tonight and by the end of this fight you'll be a drooling cum slut, submitting to my superior muscle cock. And after a few more solid punches straight into your fuck nut I suddenly pull back out, letting my dripping cock swing up and let it stand rock hard..."FUCK GUYS LOOK HOW NEEDY THAT CUNT IS!!" I shout, making sure everyone gets a good view on that soaked shaft before I take my boot off your head and FLIP you on your back...I grab your ankles and pull your tree trunk legs up in front of me until your twitching asshole is right in front of my pulsating schlong again.

I swing my cock up and down, slapping my 9 incher down on your mini bulge that rather looks like a fucking clit..."I'm gonna breed you stupid slut!" I growl and RAM my schlong back into your ass, my balls slam against your massive cheeks like church bells...my pumping shaft stabbing you open, punching your prostate with each thrust..."Take it slut! Fucking TAKE IT!!" I shout, spreading your legs in front of me as my cock starts leaking into your canal...

 

Swoley:

Can't catch my fucking breath, split between agony and total shame. You've got that thong yanked up like it's a goddamn dog collar, hauling my ass skyward till I'm nothing but meat on display. Each brutal thrust of that battering ram forcing wheezes from my chest. My throat's raw from the sounds I can't stop making, pathetic squeals, animal grunts like I'm some bitch in a slaughterhouse. You keep drilling deeper, that monster schlong feeling like it's tunneling through my guts, obliterating any shred of self respect.

 The arena erupts, every fucking eye locked on the jumbotron broadcasting my shame in crystal-clear detail - my destroyed hole stretched around your fat schlong. My juiced-up muscles twitching uselessly while you SLAM that purple monster in and out. My pussy rim burns raw but I can't stop my sick moans. The cameras catch everything, my bitch face, hanging jaw, rolled-back eyes. "Take it, muscle slut," you growl, and I do. Just a worthless cum dump now, legs spread wide, taking your punishment while the crowd howls for more.

 Just when my eyes start rolling back from the brutal assault, everything fucking stops. That monster fuck stick yanks out of my destroyed hole with a disgusting SCHLOP sound leaving my cunt twitching and gasping. Can't even catch my breath before your meaty paws grab my waist and flip me. WHAM! My back crashes against the canvas, the spotlights blind me, lying there spread-eagle at your mercy.

 And there you are, that monster hovering over me like I'm about to get executed. That thing ain't human - veiny, throbbing, a head so purple and swollen it looks ready to annihilate. Every pulse makes your dickhead twitch, dripping pre onto my chest like you're marking territory. My ass juice coats your shaft from root to tip but that ain't enough for you, is it? No, your eyes say it all…you want me completely fuckin' ruined.

You dig those meaty fingers under my knees, yanking my tree trunk legs skyward until my ruined hole gapes at the ceiling. I barely choke out "Fuck you Hunt…" before that battering ram plunges back into my pussy, all nine brutal inches invading me in one savage thrust. That swollen head flattens my prostate, sending bolts of shameful pleasure straight up my spine. My voice betrays me - what starts as a man's roar crumbles into high-pitched squealing like some alley bitch getting mounted, while you jackhammer that monster deeper and harder than before.

 Your balls hammer against my ass, my thick tits bounce with every brutal thrust. You speed up, piston-fucking me so fast the slapping sounds blend into a single fucking roar of meat pounding my pussy into oblivion. My hole is numb and raw but somehow still hungry, grabbing at your cock like it’s trying to climb up and swallow it whole. I can feel your pre mix with mine, the heat building in my gut as you get closer to finishing. You’re roaring now, shouting obscenities, calling me a slut, a cum dumpster, your personal fuck-hole. And I’m loving it. I love being wrecked. Wreck me. Make me your bitch. That’s all I want.

 

Rob Hunter:

You grunt and moan like a fucking slut. Your pussy is chewing on my cock like it's been waiting for this, waiting to get stretched out by my champ cock once again. "Yeah moan for me you fucking fag! It's time for retirement!" I growl while I drill my thick meat straight into your canal. I hold your legs up straight and start to split them wider and wider..."Damn...look how flexible that old sissy is!" I watch your hole expanding around my shaft as I THRUST forward and pound into your fuck nut...the guys around the ring slap the canvas..."BREED HIM BREED HIM BREED HIM!!!" And then I lean back, my heavy nuts swinging around as they suddenly churn..."Oh fuck...oh fuck...take THAT SLUT!"

 I growl as my first load explodes deep inside your roid gut...my shaft flexing up and stretching those velvety walls with all its strength...my swollen helmet crushes your prostate as that thick seed splatters all over it..."FUUUUUUCCKKKKK!!!" My voice is deep as I keep ramming my cock inside you, making sure to dump that jizz as deep as I can...this was just the first load...and many will follow..."I thrust thrust thrust a few more times, my sack slapping against your massive glutes and the sound echoes through the arena...your pussy squirting that ass juice, slowly mixing with my potent cum...

 And then without a warning I lean forward...your gut is slowly starting to bloat too...but as I put my full weight on you my rock hard schlong PLOPS out of your twat, veiny as fuck, wet and sticky, dripping, and I just slap slap slap it squarely against your asscrack...I can hear the guys behind me..."Oh fuck he's even harder than before!!"..."Gosh the Hunter is so fucking hung!"...I grin and reach for your tits, your nipples right between two fingers..."You're such a fucking cum dump!" I growl and start rubbing your hard nips between my fingers, slightly yanking those muscle tits while I hot dog my schlong between your glutes...

 

Swoley:

This bastard’s got my tree trunks hoisted up, spread-eagled for every lowlife to gawk at. My wrecked pussy's twitching, raw and stretched so wide you could park a fucking truck in there. You lean in, mean and hungry looking. “Fucking take it, you old faggot.” You bark then slam that cock in, I’m feeling every veiny inch as that fat schlong buries deeper flattening my prostate. My own pathetic dicklette is choked by the thong strap, my raisins split. Everyone is watching me mewling like a little bitch for this maniac’s cock.

 You fuck me like you hate me. Every thrust gets meaner, rougher, your sack SLAPS my cheeks. You want to wreck me. Want to mark me in front of everyone…And that second’s coming fast. “Breed him!” someone roars. “Fucking dump it in!” The fucked-up part is, I WANT it bad. I want to make this bastard work for it, want to milk every last drop out of you, make you remember me as the muscle slut that took his best shot and begged for more.

 You rutt faster. Sweat pours. You snort like a beast. "Oh fuck...oh fuck...TAKE IT BITCH!" you bark and BAM, hot jizz blasts my insides. My fucked-out pussy grips your meat like a vise, milking every goddamn drop. Can't even scream, eyes flip back while my body goes rigid. Your cum keeps coming, flooding my guts till it's backing up, splashing against my spot and leaking around your fat cock, making sick wet fuck sounds with every savage pump you give me. Heaven and hell all at once. The crowd's howling for more and so am I, deep down where it counts.

 You keep going, fucking pumping, making sure I get every last drop. My muscle gut swells, veined and bloated. Everyone’s watching. I’m pure filth. Absolute gutter slut. And fuck me if I ain't getting off on every second of it. You pullout, thick shaft glistening with mix of my ass juice and seed, and just for kicks you slap my gaped hole a few times. “Look at that gape!” someone shouts. “Dude fucking destroyed him!” You eat that shit up, flexing that still-hard monster for your fans.

 You drop my ankles and I crash to the mat, legs wide, hole gaping. Can't even clench shut, too fuckin' wrecked from your pounding. But ain't though. You tower over my broken ass, grab my swollen nips. One pinch and I'm your bitch again, whimperin’ like a dollar whore. Eyes roll back. your slick cock slides between my cheeks. My wrecked pussy twitches, begging for round two.

 It’s only a second, you soaking up the audience adulation when I GRAB your head, YANK it between my tree trunk thighs. Your face gets buried in my gut while I flex my roid abs hard against your nose. I could snap your neck right now if I wanted. Instead, I twist my hips and break the hold, spinning around so fast you can't react. In a flash your down on your back. "Time for dessert, champion." WHAM! My massive ass crashes down on your face. You thrash like a bitch while I grind down harder. "Lick it clean, motherfucker! This ass OWNS you now!" The crowd loses their shit watching this muscle freak put you in your place…

 

Rob Hunter:

"Too big for you, huh? That's how you know if one is a high-class slut or just some filthy fag like you!" I growl as I can clearly hear your twat squirting out some of my cum, even though I dumped it deep into your guts...and your nipples are still as sensitive as the last time...they're like a switch to turn on your sluttiest moans..."I defeated that cunt oncUGGGGHHH!" You interrupt me out of nowhere as your hands shoot up, grabbing my head before you YANK me down, trapped between your massive tree trunk legs and my face buried in your roided gut, rock hard bricks underneath, bloating against my face..."MHHPPFF FUUCKK!!"

 I can't even react that fast, your string somewhat hanging over your bulging body, your muscles keeping it in place...but in a swift motion you spin to the side and pull me with you..."UGGH!" I'm down on the mats, the crowd shrugs for a moment...but then your body rises above me, your oversized ass appears right in front of my face but before I can even protest your hard glutes slam down on my face, smothering me inside that slimy ass crack...I blasted that load so hard inside you that my seed just splattered everywhere...and now it gets spread all over my face...

 "OHHHHH IT LOOKS LIKE SWOLEY IS ON A MISSION TONIGHT!! SEEMS LIKE THAT ASS GOT UNFINISHED BUSINESS WITH OUR CHAMP!!!" His voice sounds muffled as my  head gets devoured by your phat ass. That ass juice is spreading on my lips, the scent of pheromones invades me, and my body is squirming, slightly panicking as I realize that I can't breathe some fresh air..."HHNNGGHHH!" My hands slap your cheeks as I try to push you off my face, but in this position, I don't have the strength to lift you up...my wet schlong is standing rock hard...pointing straight to the ceiling, still dripping that ass concoction, veins popping out as my shaft starts pulsating again.

 

Swoley:

I don't hesitate. I pivot on my palms, knees splayed, and cock my veiny muscle ass straight over your upturned, dumbfounded face. My fuckhole still seeping fuck juice and you have exactly zero time to react…BAMM, I drop my full 245# right on your face, smothering you in pure shame. Your head bounces off the canvas, lips mashed against the shuddering rim of my gaped pussy. I don't just sit, I piston my ass like a jackhammer, slamming down again and again until your skull practically leaves a crater in the mat.

 Each time I hammer your face, a new surge of milky cum jets from my ruined hole, splattering your face. The crowd goes nuts, phones catching every gross, beautiful detail. I clench these monster glutes and GRIND to pin you flat and suffocate you. "Eat it, you little bitch," I snarl. Every word is punctuated with a fresh ass slam, flattening your face, shoving my spent, gaping pussy right down your goddamn throat.

 Your hands come up to push me off but they're useless. I can feel your tongue running laps on my asshole, desperate for air, for mercy, for anything, but I keep grinding, spreading, forcing your face into my leaking, throbbing taint. You try to snort a breath but get a lungful of nut and ass instead. My hole puckers and spasms, and a final tsunami of ass juice bursts into your open mouth letting you know you're not the predator here, not tonight. You're my trophy, my seat.

 With a flex of my monstrous quads, I pop up, letting your head bounce off the mat, you just lie there blinking, dazed and plastered with ass juice and cum. Your monster still raging hard proving what a sick fuck you are. I hook my hand in your sticky hair and yank your head up, you struggle, weak and ruined, as I haul you onto your knees. Fuck you’re a mess, eyes red, snot and tears streak your face through the mask of fuck juice. I grab your limp ass off the mat and hoist you up like worthless fuck meat . One arm slides between those sweaty thighs, my other arm locks around your throat. "Going for a ride, bitch?" I snarl, heaving your bulk across my shoulders. Your back arches painful over mine while I squeeze your balls in my fist, making you howl. I jam my fingers into your mouth, stretching your jaw till it cracks. "Bite down and I'll rip your fuckin' nuts off," I growl as your body bends backward like a cheap hooker taking it both ways.

 

Rob Hunter:

All eyes are on us...well, rather on you since you're the one mounting on top of me with your huge bulging frame...your massive ass is swallowing my whole face as I am forced to taste your slimey twat. My schlong swings around, standing like the Eiffel Tower, the tip of my cockhead leaking again, even though I just dumped a load into your slut hole. You shift your weight, keeping your balance as you plant your hands down on my ripped muscles...and then you start to ride, slamming your freshly fucked asshole into my face with an obscene wet sound each time those ass cheeks clap against my face. "UFFF....UFFFF....UFFFFF...UFFFFF..." I moan into your crack, my head is getting foggy and I am slowly losing my focus with your cunt punching down without mercy...

 But this was just the beginning...once you punched me dizzy you plop your ass off my face again, 5 minutes into the fight and I am already looking like a mess...but this fight is just starting, my schlong is still on full power. You reach down, dig your fingers into my sweaty hair to yank me up on my feet again. My head is spinning, not gonna lie...and the taste of ass juice is spreading on my tongue. You reach between my legs with one arm, the other grabbing my throat...and as you grab my nuts and hook your fingers inside my mouth you HOIST me up over your broad shoulders into a fucking Rack...your muscles bulging, mine stretched out and on full display..."SLOPPY SWOLEY GOT THE HUNTER IN A TORTURE RACK!!! FUCK LOOK AT THAT MEAT SWINGING AROUND!!!" I can hear the announcer and clearly, he is speaking of me...all 9 inches rock hard and pointing straight to the ceiling...my nuts bloating with cum but crushed inside your hand...my arm wave around as I feel my dong spitting a huge wad of pre up into the air..."ARRGGHH FUUUUUCK!!!"

 

Swoley:

The crowd’s roar ricocheting off the walls of this shit-hole arena. I’ve got Hunter writhing up on my shoulders, his shredded body stretched out in a perfect arc, spine bent to hell, his cock and balls bulging and on sick display for everyone to see. My arms keep him locked in the classic Torture Rack, but I don’t do classic. My right hand closes on your jaw, wrenching your mouth open wide, while my left fist grabs a white-knuckled clamp on your ball sack, yanking those fat nuts down, stretching the skin tight like it’s about to rip.

I parade this crushed Fuck-meat like a prized pig. Each step I take, I'm bouncin' you hard, showing off your shame. These pervs staring at your dick throbbin' like it's got a mind of its own. I pivot so my ass is facing the crowd, and then start squatting up and down with your body laid across my shoulders. Each time I dip low, my ass balloons out, cheeks flexing, my battered hole winking at the audience. I know what they want to see, I make it count…I drop in slow, bringing your ball sack down to the back of your own head, almost folding you in half, while my own wet, ruined cunt yawns open, gaping for the front row.

 I squat three more times, each time going slower, deeper, ass cheeks flexing huge and obscene as I descend. I get to the corner, turn and face the biggest, horniest section, and give them a wink. I let you slide off my back, you crash to the canvas, landing flat on your ruined back. You bounce once then just lay there, chest heaving, cock twitching, that face says shame and pure defeat.

 “Time for the Swoley Grenade, motherfuckers!” I bellow. I haul myself up to the top turnbuckle, muscles bulging, thighs straining, every vein on my body standing out like lightning. I perch there, balancing all 245 pounds of muscle and rage. I LAUNCH…ass first…into a fucking death dive. My massive cheeks separate mid-air, my destroyed hole gaping wide enough to swallow a fist. Your eyes go wide as my dripping, cum-crusted crater hurtles towards your face at terminal velocity…

 

Rob Hunter:

I'm obscenely stretched out over your broad shoulders...your muscles are no joke...you act like a fucking fag but you're strong like a bear and that gets obvious again as you rack and squat me. My body bend into a C shape as you squat low, putting your massive ass on display, showing off for the crowd...I just know it. You're taking your time, my whole body is under a huge pain, stinging through my bones...but then you carry me to the corner and drop me onto the mats. "UGH!" I grunt, the lights are blinding me as I am laid out once again. "Fucking...slut..."

 I growl as I try to get my orientation back, my cock fully erect, veins popping out after that ball torture...and then I feel a shadow dropping on my face...I blink my eyes...and see you, climbing up to the top rope and shouting something about Swoley Granade...(Oh fuck...what...?) I try to process what is going on and I see you getting into position, preparing a top rope move..."Fuck...no..." I grunt as you jump up, your tree trunk legs spreading apart as your massive glutes reveal that freshly fucked asshole...that muscle ring gaping and clenching as you come crashing down...and just before your pussy slams into my face I roll to the side, letting that swollen cunt CRASH into the mats with full speed, your weight crushing your twat by the impact...

 "SWOLEY MISSED IT!!! DAMN THIS COULD HAVE TAKEN THE HUNTER OUT!!!" The announcer is screaming at this point and the crowd is stunned by that big move...and so am I. I gasp deep, my chest heaving and I'm fucking relieved that I avoided that. And now it's time to make you pay! I slowly push up on my feet again, a little wobbly but I am not even close to be done. I charge over to you while you're sitting on your ass...your black string framing your muscles...and before we collide, I jump up, my hard schlong comes crashing right into your face as I hit a Bronco Buster in the middle of the ring, and KNOCK you on your back with my fat dick pinning your bitch face. THUD! "AND SWOLEY IS BURIED UNDER THE CHAMP COCK!! BET IT'S STILL DRIPPING FROM THAT ASS!"

 I grin wide and reach down, grabbing your head with both of my hands..."Get up you fucking slut!" I growl and yank you up with me, not giving you any break...I pull you with me towards the corner and push you against it, back pinned to the turnbuckle. "I'll pound that fag out of you, you old fuck!" I climb the ropes in front of you, letting my sticky schlong slap against your face as I mount the second one…and then I start to PUNCH, PUNCH, PUNCH my fist into the top of your head, looking to get that roided muscle head dizzy and drooling for my cock before I THRUST THRUST THRUST my wet dong in your face.

 

Swoley:

I hurl myself with every ounce of juiced, vein-ripped mass, through the air like a goddamn missile, screaming bloody murder, but that bastard rolls away at the last second. WHAM! My ass crashes into the canvas with the force of a fucking meteorite. Pain explodes up my spine, my over-pumped glutes absorbing the impact. My pussy…still dripping from earlier, leaves a wet streak across the mat. For a split second everything goes bright white, then nothing but pure fucking agony.

 These muscle-worshipping degenerates suddenly find their voices, howling with laughter while I'm sprawled out, hands gripping my throbbing glutes. Each time I twitch from the pain, my gaping hole smears a wet kiss against the canvas.

 No time to think. You're on me. Growling. Your abs a fucking brick wall, your cock-head a purple, veiny mushroom cap the size of my fist. You leap, knees up, the first thing to hit me is your dick, nine throbbing inches of schlong, the shaft ridged with bulging veins scrape across my lips. Your dick throbs on my face like it's got its own fuckin' heartbeat, swelling up bigger with every pulse, that piss-hole leaking nasty pre-cum that's still mixed with my own ass-slop, filling my mouth with that rank cocktail. I’m thrown back, the Bronco Buster pinning me to the mat while your thighs lock around my skull and your slimy pole drags across my face, painting me with your sticky fuck-juice from chin to forehead.

 You grip my head in both hands, jerk me upright before I even know what’s happening. You’re dragging me like I weigh nothing, hauling me to my feet. “Get up you fucking slut!” you snarl. You march me to the corner, my body limp as we stagger over. You slam my back against the turnbuckles, then you climb the ropes, you mount the second rope. Your fat schlong is right in my face again, slobbering pre all over me, and you let it dangle there, a fuck-you flag.

 Your fists go high “I’ll pound that fag out of you!” you scream, and then you start blasting my fuckin' skull with those meat hammers. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Each hit rattles my brain. My lip splits open, blood dripping down my chin while my vision fades. You're turnin' my face into ground beef, you sadistic fuck, my brain's too scrambled to do shit about it. I’m dizzy, drooling, jaw slack as you pummel me like a speed bag, my arms swing uselessly, roidgut bloated and hanging relaxed. My eyelids droop, brain turned to mush, head slumps forward, chin on my own chest, my steroid-stuffed meat-sack slumps right onto your throbbing dick…

 

Rob Hunter:

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!! Your head snaps to the side each time my fist hits that muscle head...your head is lolling, dropping forward as my rock hard cock brushes your face. You're trapped in the corner and I'm in fucking control! "What's wrong fag? Can't take some hits to the head? Fuck you've always been just a bloated slut..." I grab your dizzy head with both hands and force you to look up at me...at least trying to as my phat schlong is blocking your view almost entirely. "Should take some protein you old fuck!" I growl, pull my hips back...my schlong is ready to impale...and then I THRUST forward, ramming that 9 inch meat straight into your bitch face, drilling through your oral cavity until my swollen helmet punches through the tight part, making you GAG like a cheap whore that just started giving blowjobs...but that's all I want...that pathetic grunting as my superior cock just stretches your throat...so I pull back out...it's an obscene view as my veiny schlong slides out...slowly...wet like fuck and dripping on your bulging tits..."Another one?" And without even waiting for your answer I RAM that pole back in, your spit drooling out around my flesh sword and I FLEX a double biceps for the horny crowd...

"SLOPPY SWOLEY IS CHOKING ON ROB'S SCHLONG!!! HE MUST BE IN HEAVEN!!" I grin as I hear the announcer joking, taunting you as the slut you are and I give you a few thrusts just to prove my point. "Let's go bitch...I got some more for you..." I jump down onto the mats and look behind me...I notice that pool of cum and ass juice that you left there with your Swoley Granade. "Fuck maybe you should wear some diapers next time..." I grab your drooling head and peel your bulging muscles out of the corner, only to shove your head into a side headlock, pressing your bitch face against my hard side pec...I raise one fist into the air, getting all the attention from the goons as I charge forward, yanking you with me and then DROP down, slamming your face into the puddle of cum...THUD!! The ring shakes, I sit beside you, not letting go of your head, just MASHING your face into the jizz..."LICK UP FAG!!"

 

Swoley:

My fuckin' skull's mush now, can't hold my head up, spit dribbling down my chin like a brain-dead bitch. Everything's a goddamn blur except that fat cock staring me down. You grab my face, jerk it up rough. All I see is your monster meat hanging there like a baseball bat. That purple head's swollen and looking for action, veins popping out everywhere on that thick shaft. I'm going cross-eyed trying to focus on it, can't stop drooling. That cock's my whole universe now. Then WHAM…you ram that meat missile down my throat, making my juiced-up neck bulge obscenely. I'm choking like some virgin slut's first time behind the dumpsters, eyes watering, can't breathe for shit. Pig snot and spit coating your dick while I gag like a back-alley whore with zero experience.

 My lungs burn for air when that beast invades my throat again. Eyes flipping backward, face soaked with my own pathetic tears. "Another One?" you sneer. Can't even make a sound before you're jackhammering that flesh-missile down my face-cunt. Each thrust slams my skull against the corner post like I'm your personal punching bag with a hole.

 Your meaty paw locks onto my skull, yanking my useless ass outta the corner like trash. My face rammed against your rock-hard pec, trapped in a side headlock. You charge forward, dragging my deadweight behind, then DROP, my face splattering into the cum puddle, soaked in a cocktail of your cum, my juice, and every other pervert who’s ever fucked this mat. Your grip's like steel, grinding my cheek deeper into the slop. Can't move. Just tasting my own shame. The crowd's going wild, those sick fucks. Your voice cuts through everything… "LICK UP FAG!!" You're mashing my face like you're trying to drown me in my own filth. Fine. You want a show? I'll give these losers something to remember. I dart my tongue out, lapping up my own slut mess while you hold me down like a cum-hungry bitch. Tastes like defeat. For now, …

 

Rob Hunter:

"You filthy slut..." I mumble as I watch you lapping that thick concoction off the dirty mats...who knows how many men lost their seed right there before. "This is going to end bad for you old fag!" I lift your muscle head and SLAM it down into that sloppy cum pool, letting the thick liquids splash around. "SLOPPY SWOLEY IS NOT LOOKING GOOD GUYS...!" The announcer can't hold back to comment on your face as I yank you up with me again...some dried blood from the head pounding, cum and ass juice dripping from your nose...and it looks like your eyes lost their focus too. "Come on...get up bitch!"

 I growl as I pull your roided muscles up on your feet...those tree trunk legs look wobbly and I notice I need to support you a bit...not that I would care, but I need to get your sloppy ass in position first. My schlong swings from side to side as I drag you into the ropes, with your phat ass turned towards the horny men outside. Without wasting any time I reach over the top rope, grab the middle one and stretch it over your head and let it SNAP against your muscle tits, trapping you right there. "I'm gonna split that cunt apart!" I growl into your face, your black straps are hanging over your broad shoulders...that tiny string stuck between your massive glutes...and your roid gut perfectly exposed...I grab your shoulders and RAM my knee up into those bricks, digging into your guts and stirring up that cum inside, forcing your big ass through the ropes and let those cheeks spread wide for the boys behind you. I step through the ropes and onto the apron, my schlong brushes the rope and leaves a trail of pre before I step behind you. Your pussy is getting flossed by that string and as I straddle you, I let my swollen helmet lock it in place. I grab the top rope with both hands and slightly squat down...the guys step closer, some of them go down on their knees, watching my muscle cock facing your muscle twat for round 2. "Fucking submit bitch!" I grunt and without wasting any time I RAM all 9 inches back into your sloppy canal, fucking that string deep inside you with one single thrust...I pull back out, the string still stuck inside your cunt...and I DRILL it even deeper with the second thrust. "FUUUCKKK YEAH!!" I moan deep, watching the straps over your shoulders stretch out more and more, fucking that slutty singlet deeper into your pussy as I start to pound the shit out of you.

 "THE HUNTER IS NOT SHOWING ANY MERCY ON SWOLEYS CUNT!! THAT SINGLET IS ALMOST COMPLETELY GONE!!!" I grin as I hear the announcer, but I don't slow down at all, fucking your slut gear deeper into your wet canal until the strings cut into your bulging shoulders and bull neck..."Fuck...bitch...take....THAT!!" I shout as I feel my next load boiling up...my low hanging balls clap against your massive globes just before they are churning and my fat schlong starts expanding inside you, stretching your walls with my brutal girth...and then I PUMP my second cumshot deep into your guts...rope after rope, my thick seed is filling your sloppy cunt while the men behind us watch parts of it bubbling out around my schlong....and then I pull out, slowly...letting every single inch slide out until my dong just pops out of that slimy twat..."Oh fuck bitch...where's your gear?" I joke and turn towards the crowd, they're hungry to see it...and then I hook my finger behind those stretched out straps and start to yank that tiny string out of your asshole again...the fabrics are soaked, a mix of ass juice, cum and saliva is dripping on the apron as it feels like an eternity until that loose string finally flops out and hangs down your deep asscrack.

Swoley:

My face is buried deep in that fucking puddle of slop, the taste of cum, sweat, funk cramming its way up my nose and down my throat. My tongue is out, lapping the filth like some dirty animal, I moan and squirm, wiggling my ass in the air as I suck the spunk off the canvas, slurping so obscenely I can hear myself over the crowd watching me wallow in my cum-shame. You grab a fistful of my hair and force my face even deeper, grinding my nose and lips into the pool, then wrench me upright. My tongue hangs out like a dog’s, slathered with cum and jizz. My cunt is an open wound, a slutty crater that’s been split and used.

 You haul me to my feet, parade my sorry ass across the ring like I”m your trophy bitch. My swollen roid-gut is just hangin’ out, jiggling with every step, my massive ass-cheeks twitch and bounce when you slam my back into those ropes, my ass spread out like some begging slut. You hook my head under the top rope and pull the middle one over it, pinning my torso. My tits bulge out helpless. I'm your fuck-puppet now. You knee my gut hard, air explodes from my lungs, followed with a belch of jizz and spit. My ass hangs out the ropes, spread open. Cold air hits my used hole. Fuck…

 “I’m going to split this cunt apart!” you shout, the crowd eats it up. They’re chanting, screaming, hungry. You step over onto the apron, wedge your cock between my asscheeks. The tip digs into the strap of my thong, your cock head finds my pussy, ”Fucking submit bitch”…SLAP…you slam your killer schlong in all at once, spearing the thong and my pussy hole in one brutal thrust. I scream, the sound bouncing off the walls, my hands clawing at the ropes. The pain and pleasure mix until I can’t tell them apart. You pound me hard, driving that meat piston in and out, each thrust forcing the thong string deeper.

 The announcer’s voice is a booming, "THE HUNTER IS NOT SHOWING ANY MERCY ON SWOLEYS CUNT!! THAT SINGLET IS ALMOST COMPLETELY GONE!!!” The crowd roars, those heavy balls slap against my ass with every punishing thrust. Your fat schlong is tearing me up, ramming so deep I can't breathe. Each thrust splits my pussy wider, that monster dick stretching my walls till they burn. You're wrecking me good, pounding that thong string deeper into my guts, flossing my insides raw. My vision's all white with shock, eyes rollin' back while you destroy what's left of my slutty hole. Fuck, I can feel every vein on your shaft ripping me open. You don’t stop. You fuck me harder, faster, the crowd’s noise ratcheting up with every brutal slam. My mouth hangs open, drool and cum leaking from my lips, I’m your slut, the muscle-bound fucktoy you’ve made me. My hole gapes, the black string embedded so deep I can feel it scraping my G-spot. Every time you pull out, I can feel the fabric drag along my insides, and every time you push in, it’s like being filled by a fucking baseball bat.

 “Fuck…bitch…take…THAT!!” you shout. Your cock swelling inside me, the veins throbbing against my walls, the head stretching me wider. You slam into me that last thrust, those balls slapping my taint with wet and heavy smacks, “ARUGH” and then you explode. I feel the first rope of cum shoot up my canal, then another, then another, filling me with hot, thick, stinging seed. Your jizz squirts out around your shaft, dripping down my legs, soaking my bruised ass cheeks. Degrading but fucking perfect. My cunt grips your shaft like vise, milking every last drop outta your dick till you’re shaking like a bitch in withdrawal. Yeah, empty those balls in my hole. Fuckin' drain them dry.

 You pull out slow, letting me feel every inch, the thong straining to follow your dick as it leaves my body. When you finally pop free, I feel the singlet snap back against my skin, soaked and stained and stretched. My hole quivers, dripping with your load, the fabric wedged inside it so deep it takes you a minute to dig it out. You pull it out inch by inch like a trophy ribbon. The fabric is so wet it leaves a trail of cum and ass juice from my hole to the floor. The front row goes wild at the sight, I collapse against the ropes, bound, boneless and drooling, my body twitching with the aftershocks.

 

Rob Hunter:

That soaked string is hanging loosely over my finger...just a glimpse of what I'm going to do to that pussy tonight. And my nuts have enough seed left to turn your cunt into a cum volcano. But for now I let the crowd admire your gaped asshole, pumping and twitching between your massive cheeks, my jizz leaking out like crazy. "Look at this guys...that old fag thought he'd stand a chance against my dick..." I grin and let that filthy string just drop down, and it falls right into your crack, hanging over that sloppy cunt but your pussy lips almost eating it up again.

 Your juiced muscle body is slumping in the ropes, muscle tits tied up, your leaking ass hanging over the middle rope, and I step back into the ring again, my cock is dripping wet, staining the mats and the rope as I climb back into the spotlights. "Time for you to submit...if you know what's good for you." Frankly I don't even know if you realize what I'm saying. Your mouth is drooling, your face looks like you're already so cum-drunk, the rest of the match will be a simple breeding fest. I grab the top rope and let it snap back into place, getting you out of the ropes...but only to shove your muscle head back under my arm, my hands lock and I FLEX my biceps peak into your throat...your ass still sitting on the middle rope as I suddenly DROP back, driving you face first into the mats with a DDT. I know how much you can take, but I'm gonna send you into retirement tonight.

 I roll to the side and watch you panting on the mats for a moment, I wipe off the sweat from my forehead before I flip your heavy body around, face up, with my wet schlong swinging from side to side and dripping now right on your gaped mouth. "Need a reminder how that loser cunt tastes like?" I grin and slide over your body, my hips right over your head, aiming my horse cock right at your face. "SWOLEY IS AT THE HUNTER'S MERCY!! THAT COCK IS JUST TOO POWERFUL!!" And just as the announcer finishes his sentence I put one arm behind my back, my muscles bulging, my shoulders pop out and then I lower myself, plunging my 9 inch meat down your throat, showing off my ripped body and using your oral cavity as my new flashlight. "AND SWOLEY IS EATING THAT DICK AGAIN!!" I can hear the guys moan, they're standing so close...watching as I facefuck you in the middle of the ring. "Come on...get that cock primed for next round!" 

 

Swoley:

Can't see shit, just lights and shadows swaying above me. My thong's hangin' there, soaked through, clinging to my wrecked hole. Every time my pussy spasms, more of your load leaks out, dripping past my worthless excuse for balls. These pervs are going wild, pointing and yelling at my gaping cunt, how it keeps openin' and closin' like it's begging for another pounding.

 My juiced-up mass dangles off the ropes like a side of beef, pecs smashed on the top cable, cum leakin' from my hole all over the middle one. Head's too heavy to lift while you swagger back in the ring, that schlong still drippin', claimin' every inch it passes, my own filth glazin' it like frosting. Your growl cuts the haze in my head..."Submit"...but I'm too dick-drunk to talk. Just spit stringing down my face, eyes rolling back. That rope snaps and my body shudders. Your rank armpit crushes my cheek, that bicep chokin' my windpipe. Hands lock behind my skull. One heartbeat I'm upright, next I'm face-first in the mat, brain rattling in my skull from your DDT. White light explodes everywhere. Shit…

 My head cracks against the mat when you flip me. Fuckin' useless now, just laying here, jaw slack, eyein' that meaty python swingin' overhead. My throat's raw as hell but I'm leaking spit anyway. Can't even hear the announcer over my heart hammering in my ears when you straddle my face. Your slick dickhead slaps my cheek, dragging sticky pre-cum across my skin. You show off for the crowd, one arm flexed while you position that battering ram at my lips. Then WHAM, nine inches of fuck meat rams down my throat in one brutal push. Eyes watering can't breathe with my nose buried in your sweaty pubes. These sick fucks are howling while I'm just choking, gagging, throat bulgin' like I swallowed a fuckin' flashlight. My jaw's already shot from earlier, clickin' with every stretch, but I'm still working that thick shaft like it's the last meal I'll ever get.

 Can't even fuckin' scream with your fat meat down my throat. Just gurgle like a bitch while spit runs down my chin. You're showin' off now, doin' one-arm push-ups on my goddamn face. Every time you drop, that monster cock punches my tonsils. Fuckin' humiliating. These pervs go wild, don't care though. I’m just thinking…drain this fucker dry. Make him shoot. I gulp hard, squeezin' that shaft with my throat muscles. Work it like a cum-hungry slut. You're jackhammerin' my face hole now, schlong gettin' bigger with each stroke. I'm moaning, fucking air like I can't help myself. Can't breathe for shit but don't stop. Need that load too bad.

 I wrap my jacked arms 'round your waist and pull hard. Your cocky push-up collapses. You slam down, ramming that thick meat pole deep in my throat. Gotcha, fucker. I clamp down, forcing my face on your dick. My throat grips and works that shaft like I'm strangling it. Each choke and gulp drains those pulsing veins, stealing every pre drop you got. Your sticky juice floods my mouth like nasty honey while I slurp and choke. I feel those sweaty ball sacks slapping my wet chin, bout to burst their dirty load. Yeah, you're gonna pop, you sorry bastard. My throat's a greedy cum trap that's gonna empty those nuts…

 

Rob Hunter:

"...21...22...23..." I am counting with each thrust, my voice is deep and I'm almost grunting, but this must be so humiliating for you. Sloppy Swoley is getting destroyed once again...and this next load is gonna go straight down your throat...My muscles are so pumped right now, veins popping out over my shoulder as I feel a huge wad of pre leaking right on your tongue. "Fuck yeah bitch...that's how an alpha tastes like!" I growl and just wanted to continue counting as your thick arms wrap around my waist and you PULL me down, my crotch deep into your face as all 9 inches go deep down your throat..."UAAHHH!" I moan as my schlong gets stuck inside your face cunt and I can feel you sucking on it like a vacuum, my cum slit leaking like a hose straight into your guts..."SWOLEY WANTS THAT LOAD!!! WE KNOW HE'S GOT ONE GOAL TONIGHT...!!" My eyes slightly roll back as I feel the orgasm building up...FUCK...this needs to be a hard one...I'm gonna breed your slut face like no one before...

 I plant both hands on the mats right beside your head, pushing my upper body up, pressing my heavy sack into your chin, my nuts dangle on your throat as my body tenses..."Then...fucking take...THAT!" I throw my head back, my schlong flexes inside your throat and I can feel it expanding like your cunt did earlier. I'm gonna gape that pussy AND that throat tonight...and with a primal ROAR I bust a huge load into that roided fag...it's like it won't stop, with your sucking even the last drop out of my cum vein explodes down into your guts. "AND THAT'S LOAD NUMBER THREE FOR SLOPPY SWOLEY!!! THE HUNTER'S GOT TOO MUCH CUM INSIDE HIS NUTS!!" Everyone is just waiting for you to become that cum drunk slut like last time...and I know sooner or later you will break...

Swoley:

The first jet hits the back of my tongue like a fuckin' lightning strike…thick, hot, choking me so deep I can't even gag. My nose is buried in your wet, nut-stink crotch, all I can do is moan around the meat plugging my face. I feel every vein bulge as your cock erupts, ropes of alpha spunk poundin' straight down my fuckin' esophagus, choking on nothing but man-juice while you empty those nuts. I got no air, no sense, just my face stretched around your shaft and my freaked-out brain goin' static white.

 I thrash, hips humping at nothing, cum and spit and snot pouring out my nose and down my chin. My eyes are leaking tears, but I don't stop. I want every drop. You're rutting my face with every spasm, making sure your cock empties all the way, I feel it, the heat, the humiliation, a sick pride that I'm taking it better than any loser ever could. My freak body twitches, hungry for more punishment.

 The last splatter of your alpha load slams the back of my throat and I swallow it in one spasm, so deep-throated. As soon as your cock lets up, I collapse. I’m fucked open, ruined, drooling, with my tongue still trying to milk the last drop from your shaft…but the second your hips start to relax, I know this is my ONE shot.

 Your body’s in limp post-orgasmic free fall…I shift fast, rolling you off in a single fucked-up bridge. I grab my nasty thong, all stretched out and dripping with cum and slobber. Wrap those cum-soaked straps behind your neck. Fuckin' makeshift collar for my new bitch. I jerk that shit TIGHT as hell.

 Your hands claw up, grabbing at nothing, fingers all twitchy for my wrists. I'm laughing like some fucked-up psycho, can barely breathe, voice all guttural: "That's right, squirm for daddy, you fuckin' pretty boy bitch." I cinch the straps tighter, twisting them, watching your face go red and your mouth open, tongue lolling in pure disbelief. You choke, spit bubbling up all frothy, I dig my boots in and start dragging your sorry ass towards my corner. The crowd's losin' their shit, screamin' like animals for more. I reach my corner, release your head, reach under the bottom rope for my little bag of doom, I pull out a black 12-inch double-headed dildo. The crowd sees it and goes crazy.

 

 I swagger back, waving  that fat dildo like a trophy. Slap your pretty face with it. WHAP. WHAP. Your eyes roll open. Fucked-up. Half dead. "Time to eat, cocksucker," I snarl, jammin' that fat rubber head at your mouth. Bitch tries closin' up, so I yank your hair back, torque your neck, then RAM that fucker in. Your lips stretch, Jaw bulging like it's gonna snap. I pump that rubber dick in your throat. In-out-in-out. Deeper each time. Makin' you gag. Tears streamin' down your face while I force-feed you every inch of black rubber…

 

Rob Hunter:

I can feel my cock expanding inside your tight throat as I pump another insanely huge load straight down into your guts, feeding you my hot jizz and slowly turning you into my cum dump once again. I'm determined to fuck you up even harder than last time...to turn you into my cum-drunk slut just like all these horny goons expect me to. I can hear them talk through all the moaning that surrounds the ring and I wonder how many of them already nutted by watching this obscene facefuck..."Fuck Rob's dick is just too big!" one of the guys seems pretty impressed and I growl as the last rope of cum explodes into your filthy mouth...

 But against my expectations, you tense your arms again, pressing me even harder against your body while I’m still struggling to get myself together. That post orgasm is always dangerous...when you’re taken out of the fight, even if it’s just for a second. And not just to my surprise...the crowd suddenly holds its breath as you roll me to the side out of nowhere and drive me down onto the mat. "SHIT!" I can’t react fast enough in this state, and before I can even process what’s happening, you’ve already turned your soaking wet singlet into a loop to bring me under control. And it works…

 The wet fabrics cut into my throat, choking me without mercy before you drag me over the dirty mats right into the corner. I thrash and squirm, trying to break free or at least rip that dirty singlet apart but it's stretchy as fuck, almost unbreakable, at least in this position there's no way I can break free. Instead, my breath is cut off, no supply of oxygen and my face turns red first, but quickly it's turning blue by the lack of air. "SWOLEY GOT THE HUNTER UNDER CONTROL!!! HOW MUCH CAN THIS SLUT TAKE?" The announcers voice sounds so far away...almost numb...and the more oxygen I am lacking, the more my mind fades away...

 I don't even realize what you're doing...at first...but just a moment later I feel that huge shadow dropping on my face as you mount in front of me. "OH MY GOD WHAT IS THIS!?! SLOPPY SWOLEY BROUGHT HIS WORKOUT EQUIPMENT!!!" I hear the announcer, but it takes a moment until I process his words...and just when I did that massive dildo slaps against my face! "UGH...wha....what...!?" I’m completely overwhelmed by the situation, and I can’t believe you’re still standing…At this point, I was already convinced I had the win in the bag...but you have other plans. And just as I got my mouth open from the moaning you SHOVE that massive 12 inch dildo down my throat, forcing me to GAG like a whore, the air cut off again, it's even impossible to breath through my nostrils as you jam that oversized black sex toy deeper and deeper into me. I gag on the size...and again as I taste that filthy dildo on my tongue...drool is running out at the corner of my mouth, snot is bubbling out of my nose...and I can't stop gagging. "HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE HUNTER CHOKING ON A 12 INCH MONSTER DICK??" The announcer screams again as my eyes roll back, my arms waving around as I am desperately trying to get a grip of something...I need to get out of this...but my rock-hard leaking schlong is betraying me, and everyone is watching my cum slit spitting pre all over my ripped abs...

 

Swoley:

You’re a mess, jaw stretched wide around the dildo, throat bulgin' like you swallowed a fuckin' baseball every time I ram it deeper. Veins poppin' on your neck, eyes all bloodshot and watery. Champion stud reduced to my personal fuck-puppet, choking and gaggin' on rubber while your cock stands at full attention.

 I grab the other end of the dildo, see that monster stickin' outta your throat, then turn around and DROP my ass down low - real slow. Spread these muscle cheeks wide and jam that slippery head right into my fucked-up hole. My cunt's so busted open from earlier it just fuckin' swallows it - no fight at all. "UNNNNGH!" I roar like a goddamn animal when that rubber cock slides all the way home. Crowd's going apeshit. Half of 'em screamin' "SWOLEY! SWOLEY!" Others just yellin' "FAGGOT!" and "PUSSY!" and whatever other shit. Don't matter. This is MY fuckin' house now. Hunter's my bitch.

 Hunter, just takin' that fat rubber cock down his throat like a slut. I slam my ass down hard, working my hips in nasty circles. Each time I drop, that other end rams your throat so deep you're gaggin'. Feel that? That's my muscle-cunt squeezin' that shaft, milking it like it's the real thing. Back and forth, in and out. Me to you, you to me. Fuckin' perfect. My ass. This dildo. Your ruined face. These screaming freaks. My goddamn power trip getting bigger with every bounce.

 My fuckin’ mind goes blank when I see your fat cock still rock-hard, jizz bubbling from your slit. Before I know what I'm doing, I'm face-down on that meat, gulping it into my throat while that rubber monster's still jammed up my ass. Shit, I'm the fuckin' main course at my own barbecue, getting  stuffed at both ends like the cum-hungry freak I am. I'm bouncin' on that rubber monster like it's payday, each slam down makin' me howl around your fat schlong. My throat's stretched wide open, gaggin' and slurpin' on your meat while my ass swallows that dildo whole. Fuck yeah, I'm takin' both ends like the power-bottom champion I am. The crowd's going absolutely apeshit, screaming and jerkin' themselves stupid.

 Your fat cock swells up in my mouth like it's gonna explode. Feels like my jaw's gonna snap off. I'm suckin' you dry, drainin' those balls like they owe me money. Can't even hear the crowd no more, just your pathetic whimpering, my ass making them wet slurping sounds, and my throat muscles working overtime. Fuck, you're thrustin' up now, dick hard as steel, 'bout to bust your nut any second...

 

Rob Hunter:

My mouth is stretched like never before and my whole body is sexually stunned as you shove that 12-inch monster dildo down my throat...each thrust goes deeper and forces me to gag like a filthy whore...drool and snot bubbling out at the corner of my mouth and dripping down that filthy toy. "LET'S HOPE FOR THE CHAMP THIS DILDO WASN'T USED BEFORE!!!" My eyes slightly roll as I hear the words of the announcer, noticing that dirty taste on my tongue as I am laid out on the mats.

 Your bulging muscles mount over me, sweat dripping on my body as you keep on working me over and the crowd is hyped as fuck...some of them cheering you on...and then you let out that hungry slut you are...you straddle my head and spread that massive ass right over my face...I stare up at your winking pussy...those cunt lips so sloppy from the earlier fuckdowns but still powerful and ready to battle...and then I realize what you're about to do...

 You squat down, your glutes flaring out in front of me and the next moment your cunt gapes open, and you shove the other side of the dildo deep into your wet and cummy canal..."HNNGHH HNGGHH!" I try to protest as my face is trapped on the other side of the toy...my head nailed to the canvas...and then you SLAM that ass down, driving one half into your cunt while the other side of the dildo drills down my throat..."OH MY GOD...SLOPPY SWOLEY IS FUCKING HIMSELF ON HUNTER'S FACE!!! WILL WE WITNESS A SURPRISING UPSET TONIGHT???" The sloppy sounds echo through the arena...each time you thrust down my own cum squirts out of your wrecked cunt and splatters all over my face, messing me up more and more as you bounce your phat ass on my impaled face.

 My arms wave around in a reflex...my legs are kicking the canvas as I choke on the dildo and your thick glutes...the crowd is hyped, no one expected this to happen and they’re now screaming your name..."SLOPPY SWOLEY SLOPPY SWOLEY...!" This can't be...no way this fucking fag is going to dominate me like that...but there is nothing I can do as you lean over and swallow my horse cock..."HNNGH HNGGHH HNGGHH" I moan in pleasure as you suck me off like a pro and I am leaking like a water hose right into your mouth...and for the first time the champ is in serious trouble..."SWOLEY IS SPITROASTING HIMSELF!!! HUNTER IS NOTHING BUT A FUCKTOY AT THIS POINT!!" And just when the announcer finished his sentence my cock explodes into your throat..."HHHHMMMMMMM!!!" My body convulses as these thick ropes of cum splatter into your bitch mouth, filling your up from the other side now and my heavy sack start shrinking in front of your eyes...

Swoley:

Hunter's dick explodes in my mouth. Bitter. Hot. Thick. Every squirt is pure loser juice filling distended gut. Crowd's howling. My throat's workin' overtime, gulping down your juice like a starved mutt. Feel it hitting my stomach, heavy and nasty, my abs flex with each massive gulp as I swallow load after load. Fuckin' love it. Got my mouth stretched wide 'round your fat knob, workin' my tongue like it's getting paid, making slurp sounds loud enough to hear in the parkin' lot. Gonna drain every last drop. Gonna show these losers how I milk this bitch empty.

 Your fat schlong throbs in my mouth, so hard and desperate, I fist the base with both hands, jacking you like I'm trying to rip cock from your crotch. With every spasm, more jizz rockets into my mouth, blasts up into my sinuses, leaks out the corners and trails down my chin. I don’t care. I lap it up, use my palm to scoop what drips, just to smear it on my tongue and swallow. I’m so fucking hungry for it.

 That fat rubber cocks still rammed up my hole, stretching me wide fuckin' open, hittin' my sweet spot with every goddamn pulse. My pathetic little nub leakin' everywhere, floppin' against your sweaty six-pack while I'm trapped in this filthy feedback loop, choking down your hot cum while that massive toy destroys my hungry hole from the inside out.

 Ain't letting up. Gonna taste that loser juice till my tongue goes numb. Everyone watching knows Hunter's just my personal jizz dispenser now. Can't stop ramming your softening meat down my throat while the last pathetic drops leak out. Squeezin' that shaft like it owes me cash. Gonna leave you drained. Broken. Destroyed. When I've got it all, when my cheeks are packed and I can't breathe, I pull off and open my mouth for the cameras, tongue out, showing everyone the load I just stole from their so-called hero. Then I swallow, slow and dramatic, moaning again, then spit-polish your cock clean for good measure.

 I release your throbbing cock, watch it slap against your gut. Still drippin' my prize…I rip that rubber monster out, first inch nice and slow, rest of it FAST, making both our fuck-holes gap wide open, dripping nasty. I do a victory lap around the ring, waving that cum-slick dildo like a championship belt while these sick fucks scream their lungs out. Half of 'em callin' me King, other half callin' me Faggot. Don't matter. I own this shit now.

 I chuck the dildo into the crowd, some lucky pervert's souvenir now, stalk back to where you're sprawled out. Your chest heaving, eyes glazed over like you don't know what fuckin' planet you're on. Perfect. Grab your hair, pull your sorry ass up off the mat…”On your knees bitch,” I snarl…

 

Rob Hunter:

I'm nothing but a fucking mess right now...my jaw feels dislocated but it is only cramping around that dildo, spit and snot bubbling out at the corner of my mouth, and my eyes are rolling back each time to shove that oversized schlong down my throat...meanwhile you suck the cum out of me...rope after rope...and for the first time my dick is struggling to keep its full hardness...your swollen pussy slams against my lips, the dildo fully hidden until you lift that ass off again...the crowd is going wild, their cheering is muffled but I can hear that they're hyping you up...YOU! This can't be happening...

 Even after the dildo popped out of my throat, my mouth still stays gaped for a moment...the taste of cum and ass juice spreads on my tongue now that I can finally process everything again. But I could be coming to in far more pleasant circumstances. Everything around me is blurred…only vague silhouettes gathered around the ring. Some of them lean so far over the ropes as if they’re afraid of missing the best view. And I can hear a few voices right behind me..."Oh my God, is Hunter still in this?", "Fuck, I’ve never seen a hole gape like that before!" All of it happening while you’re most likely putting on a show...giving the crowd what they want...I can feel your footsteps as you raise the dildo in victory. No…that can’t be…

 But you're already back again. I couldn't recover enough to get up on my own, but you're helping me...grabbing my hair and pulling me on my knees again. My whole body is wobbly...my sight is slowly getting better as I hear you threatening me...but no one is calling me a bitch in here...and especially not YOU! I let out a primal roar, my voice cracking as I grab your massive hips with both hands and without any warning, I SLAM my forehead into your tiny nuts, everything is hanging out of that skimpy singlet already and now that little package is getting CRUSHED into your taint..."DAAAMN! LOOKS LIKE THE HUNTER TURNED SWOLEYS COCK INTO A CLIT!!!" I grin as the sweat and cum is dripping down my face, looking up at you as you collapse on your knees..."...and your cunt is next!" I growl into your face and push myself up on my feet...my hands reaching for those loose straps hanging over your shoulder as I YANK you into the ropes behind me...

 I take a few steps back...my chest is heaving...my battered schlong is almost purple from all the fucking and deepthroating...but a slut like you won't defeat that champion cock! I raise one arm into the air, signaling the crowd that I am back, and I am out to fucking DESTROY! The mood switched...and the guys are suddenly shouting my name...and once my vision is clear enough, I CHARGE, your face turning towards me, and I SLAM my knee into your bitchface with full force...looking to get that roided body hanging over the middle rope...

Swoley:

FUCK! My whole world explodes in pain. Your fuckin' skull smashes right into my junk. My pathetic raisins squashed against my taint. Breathless, just agony shootin' through my gut. My legs give out. I drop to my knees clutching my scrambled eggs, face twisted up like a bitch in labor. You're above me now, grinning down. Cum and sweat drippin' off your face while you promise to wreck my hole next. Before I can even whimper, you're yanking me by my singlet straps, throwing me into the ropes. I'm hanging there now, one arm hooked over the middle rope, my other hand danglin' useless, my massive body swaying like a punching bag, monster tits heaving, while my bloated gut gasps for air.

 I see it coming but can't stop it. Your knee EXPLODES against my face. Teeth rattling, brain sloshing. Fuck! My head snaps back like it's on a spring. My huge legs go rubber. Body twists, slams into the ropes, my thick arms flopping over that middle rope like dead weight. Crowd's howling for my blood now. Traitors. Same cocksuckers who cheered earlier. My vision's all white and black spots. Just drools down my chin onto my tits as I stare out at the crowd. “Fuck you. This isn’t over, bitch!” I bark. My fingers curl around that middle rope, muscles tensing. Gonna make you pay Hunter…

 

Rob Hunter:

Fuck yes. That's exactly how I wanted you...well, almost. You still got such a big mouth, your cunt already swollen, and I'm not surprised about your stamina...but that's gonna end now. My dick is ready to destroy. "I know it isn't, bitch...but now it's time to finish that roid cunt." I growl as I come up behind you, the men summoning around you as your bulging body hangs over the middle rope like some sack of poatoes...and your massive ass pointing up like a buffet. "BREED HIM BREED HIM BREED HIM!!" That's what these guys want...and they will get even more than that.

 I reach over the ropes and grab your pumped arms, pulling your upper body towards me...just enough to hook your arms around the top rope, the weight of your roided muscles pull the rope down, stretching it out until you're literally hovering over the apron...face towards the crowd, and ass ready to face the champ cock. "THE HUNTER GOT SWOLEY DRAPED IN THE ROPES!!! HE'S GOING FOR THE KILL!!!" (Oh yes I will...that pussy will be gaping in submission once again!) I think to myself as the announcer is getting excited...I slap my schlong against your messy ass crack, sliding it neatly between your oversized glutes. My hands reach around, cupping your pumped-up titties while my thumb and index finger pinch your hard nipples...I softly start stroking them until my thick helmet is perfectly lined up with your asshole..."Ding Ding BITCH!" I growl and RAM my 9-inch beer can cock into your wet canal, my hands pull on your tits, stimulating your hardened nipples without mercy...

 Once I am fully plunged in, I let my schlong expand inside you, giving you the stretching that you need just before I start the assault...I thrust my hips, giving your fuck nut a few solid hooks before I pull halfway out...still more than 4 inches inside you...I keep on milking your tits, slowly feeling some sticky slut juice leaking out..."Fucking fag...you're leaking EVERYWHERE!" And just when I said that the announcer approves..."HE IS TURNING SWOLEY INTO A DAIRY COW!! THIS COULD BE THE END FOR THAT SLOPPY ASS!!" I grin wide as I listen to his words and SLAM, SLAM, SLAM my horse cock into your bitch hole again and again..."YOU....ARE....DONE...!" I don't give you time to breath now...I know that cunt will be breaking soon!

 

Swoley:

Your boots thump the canvas behind me like a freaking death march. "BREED HIM! BREED HIM!" The crowd's howlin' for my destruction. My head's still spinning, vision blurry as shit when you grab my limp arms then string me up over the top rope like a piece of meat, my face forced out toward those hungry fuckers screamin' for my ruination.

 The announcer's voice blasts through the speakers: "HE'S GOING FOR THE KILL!" Then I feel it, that fat meat stick slappin' between my cheeks. You're grinding that monster up and down my cum soaked crack while my hungry hole twitches and winks, beggin' for it like the cum-starved slut it is.

 Your hands reach around my wide lats, cupping my fat swollen nipples. Can't help it, my jaw drops, whimpering like some cheap whore while your fingers mash my tits, twisting, yanking them while my rack bounces. "Ding Ding BITCH!" you snarl, then you RAM that baseball bat up my hungry hole without warning. My battered cunt lips part with no resistance, so fucking stretched and raw I can feel every ridge and throb of your fuck tool as you pound me open, deeper and deeper. My massive body swings like a wrecked pendulum in the ropes while your fingers milk my tits like udders. Each brutal thrust sends shockwaves through my bloated muscle-gut. "FUUUCK!" White shit's leakin' from my tits now, actual fuckin' milk drippin' down my abs while that bastard laughs. My sad little baby carrot points straight up, twitching and leaking clear slime down the shaft as you pound my hole into hamburger.

 The crowd going wild…”Swoley's a freak show”, strung up in the ropes like a bitch in heat, ass spread wide taking Hunter's monster cock balls-deep, face twisted in that mix of pain and hunger. Every dude watching knows this roided-up slut's getting exactly what he begged for…

 

Rob Hunter:

You're hanging in the ropes like a fucking pig...that roided muscle body suspended in the air, trapped and tied up. With each thrust your cunt squirts out my previous loads as I RAM my schlong inside your defeated canal. "Fuck...such a noisy pussy...looks like that muscle fag bit of more than he could chew...again!" I growl while pounding your swollen twat into submission. I know you must be close...you feel so fucking loose that I'm sure it won't take long until you're turned into that cock-craving whore for the second time, and the guys around the ring just wait for your pussy to explode with my next load...I know this one has finish you off...

 And just like your cunt, your titties start to leak also...and even your tiny dick is spurting precum like crazy. "You're done you roided fag! Fucking submit!!!" but other than your pathetic moans nothing comes out of your bitch mouth...and then I see that one guy, standing right there with that massive double dildo in his hands...I grin and nod at him...and he knows exactly what I want. He struts over, slapping that dildo against the palm of his hand...the toy's still wet, coated in my saliva as he approaches your head. "That bitch likes a good spitroast..." and with that I slide my hands up to your mouth and hook my fingers into the corners...I feel you're drooling already...and it's gonna get worse!

 Without a warning he shoves that filthy dildo down your throat the moment I THRUST into you, 9 inches stretch your pussy lips...and 12 inches stretch your throat..."SWOLEY IS GETTING WHAT HE WANTS!!! THAT MUSCLE BODY IS IMPALED FROM BOTH SIDES!!!" I can hear the excitement in the announcer's voice...and at the same time you can notice how he is just waiting for you to admit your defeat! But I'm not done with that cunt!

 I adjust my position a little, slowly pulling my schlong out of your twat...inch by inch...your ass juice dripping from my cock as my swollen helmet finally pops out of that sloppy hole. I swing my horse cock from side to side...I want them to see that pumping shaft before I go for the kill...I pull back even more, aiming my flared out helmet at your cunt...and as your pussy gapes open I RAM all 9 inches back into your cunt, punching so hard into your fuck nut that my cockhead is bulging against your roid gut. I give you no break now...pull back out again..."STAY!....OPEN!...BITCH!" I shout with each thrust, your asshole gaping each time I pull out, giving you just enough time to let out a noisy squirt before I RAM my beer can back inside you.

 Your moans are muffled as that dildo is choking you out...my nuts crash against your glutes like a wrecking ball and judging by their weight they're filled up as if this was my first load tonight. "That's it fucker...let's hear you beg!!" Before I finally unload inside you I take that dildo from the guy, pulling it out inch by inch until your mouth is drooling wet. I whip the dildo around your throat, grab it from both sides and choke the fuck out of you. Your body pulled back...I RAM....RAM....RAM inside you, but as I feel I'm ready to breed you into defeat I give you one last thrust, keep all 9 inches inside you and let out a primal ROAR! "AND ANOTHER LOAD FOR SLOPPY SWOLEY!!! HE MUST BE STUFFED LIKE A THANKSGIVING TURKEY!!" My body stiffens, my cock flexes inside you as thick ropes of my potent cum blast into your guts...I pull you back even harder, putting your veiny roid gut on full display to let them watch you bloat like a fucking balloon...

Swoley:

I'm strung up like a side of beef at a slaughterhouse, my hulking muscles useless, just dead weight now. You don't stop, don't even slow down, just keep jackhammering that monster into my wrecked hole. Every thrust sends your previous loads splattering out around your shaft, my blown-out hole making sloppy wet, obscene noises that echo through the arena. Can't even shut my trap anymore, just hanging here leaking from both ends, whimpering like some two-bit street whore.

 My tits, swollen and still leakin', muscle milk dripping down my bloated veined abs, my dick just keeps oozing clear slime. "You're done you roided fag! Fucking submit!!!" you snarl, I can't even talk back, just endless moaning. Then I spot him, some freak from the front row holding the double-ended slobber slicked rubber cock, grinning like he just won the lottery. Fucker struts up like he owns the place, SLAP SLAP SLAP, hitting that monster dildo against his palm. It's still shiny wet with spit. "That bitch likes a good spit-roast..." you laugh while hooking your meaty fingers into the corners of my mouth, cranking my jaw open. Spit's already hangin' from my lips when that rubber monster comes at me. Fucker rams it down my throat so hard my eyes bulge, my faggot mouth starts working it anyway, tongue swirlin' round that shaft like a cock-hungry whore. These fuckers go wild, screaming like animals while I'm choking on this rubber monster. Can't get no air in my lungs. Tears streaming down my face, face all twisted up, veins popping out everywhere, drool hanging off my chin, soaking my massive pecs. All I can do is "HRRK! GUHH! NNNGGH!" No words coming out, just pathetic noises and that wet, sloppy sound of my throat getting violated with every thrust.

 Your cock pistons in and out of my blown-out pussy, no mercy, just raw horsepower. Your cock punching deep, my fuckin' roidgut bulges out with every thrust, bloated abs distorted, the outline of your massive dickhead visible as it hammers my insides to mush. I finally I feel your cock draggin' outta my hole inch by fuckin' inch, my ruined muscle-cunt clenching desperately. My destroyed hole's gaping so wide you could park a fuckin' truck in there. Can't help but push back against you, hungry for more. Then WHAM! You slam that battering ram back in me.

 Can't fuckin' breathe with this rubber cock jammed down my throat. Your heavy nuts slap my ass cheeks raw. "Beg for it, you worthless cunt!" you bark in my ear. You rip that dildo outta my mouth, my spit and slime trailing inch by nasty inch. Then you loop it 'round my neck, yankin' both ends tight, chokin' me out while I'm bent back like a bow. You fuckin' destroy my hole, then slam balls-deep one last time.

 I try to clamp down, squeeze my fucked-up muscle-cunt around your cock, but my busted hole just twitches. My guts give up completely, nothin' left but a raw, throbbin' meat-sleeve stretched permanent for your 9" destroyer. Every bump on your dick tears me up inside. My blown-out rim's on fire, ripped so wide I'm basically split open. I'm so goddamn ruined I wanna tap out, my ass just a gaping, jizz-dripping pussy now. Try to lift my arm to signal submission but you ROAR first, your meat unloads, pulsing non-stop, hot cum floods me. So much pressure it sprays out around your thick shaft, streams down my legs, soaks my pathetic sack. My cunt milks every fuckin' drop like it's trained. You yank me back harder, showing these pervs my veiny gut while I swell up with your load. My hole's so stretched I'm tearin' apart. My useless little dick-clit dribbles clear slop everywhere. Crowd's howling, jerkin' off while I hang here like dead meat. Slobbering. Leaking from every hole. You’re still grinding inside me, slow circles, making sure I know I'm your bitch. My muscles? Joke. My holes? Your property…

 

Rob Hunter:

I throw my head back as I unload once again inside you, confident that cunt is finished...it takes a while until my schlong stops twitching...fuck, I'm almost dry. But why the hell didn't you submit yet?? I was expecting the bell to end this match already...but without a verbal submission it looks like we're going for another round. "Still fighting huh? That pussy is done!" I growl and slowly pull my schlong out of your defeated canal...not completely, just enough to keep my thick cockhead inside you like a plug, feeling how much pressure is inside that roid gut. "Fuck bitch I think that cunt is ready to submit!" I suddenly let my helmet pop out but before you can squirt out everything already I quickly shove half of the dildo inside your phat slutty ass..."Not yet bitch!"

  I let you hanging there with that nasty dildo up your ass...you look like a fucking mess...that tiny dick dripping like crazy, your guts bulging, and your head in total ecstasy. I step back and theatrically open to other small buttons at the side of my gear and RIP it off...finally fully naked...cause I want them to see the winner right beside your destroyed hole when you're finally submitting...I step closer again, your swollen pussy cramping around the dildo, keeping it deep inside as I suddenly unhook your arms to let your upper body drop down, letting you jackknife around the middle rope with your ass snapping up, the dildo sticking out like the Eiffel Tower. You could call it a victory flag...firmly planted within the enemy’s fortress. But it's time to show them all how loaded your guts are...how much of my jizz I dumped inside you..."Fucking SUBMIT!"

 I shout and grab the dildo with one hand and PULL it out fast, letting your cunt gape and blast out my cum...the guys in the first row shrug a little but then I quickly stuff the dildo back in again...4 times in total..."SUB!...MIT!...TO!...ME!!!" I growl, also a little desperate since I need to get my sack loaded again before the next breeding. But with each thrust your pussy gapes wider, my veiny schling slapping against your shriveled dick, looking more and more like a clit. (Such a fucking fag!) I pop the dildo out again and push your ass forward, the crowd looking straight into that loose cunt, ready to bust their loads all over the place.

 

Swoley:

Fuckin' hell, my ass is hangin' over the top rope like roadkill. Your cock's still pumpin' hot loads in me, each one burning. I feel every goddamn twitch inside me. "Still fightin', huh?" you bark in my ear. Your cock slides out slow, torture, just leaving that fat mushroom head pluggin' my wrecked hole. "Fuck, bitch, I think that cunt's ready to submit!" You spit the words out like poison. Then WHAM! You rip out completely and ram that rubber monster halfway up my guts. Motherfucker!

 I'm hangin' over the top rope like roadkill, face purple and swollen, drool hanging in strings from my busted lips. My tiny dick's nothing but a useless nub, leaking clear shit down my bloated roidgut. You unhook my arms and I drop like a sack of shit, jackknifed around the middle rope with my ass snappin' up, exposed to everyone. That dildo's sticking straight up outta my hole like a white flag , I'm some bitch surrendering. "Fucking SUBMIT!" you shout.

 You yank that rubber cock out and ram it back in four fuckin' times. "SUB!...MIT!...TO!...ME!!!" Each word's a stab. Each time you pull the rubber from my pussy I blow a geyser of fuck juice. My battered ass chews it up, hungry and desperate, walls too stretched to offer any resistance. I hear every sloppy twat sound, every wet pop. My blown-out ring won’t even close anymore, just hanging there, a gory red badge of defeat. I try to squeeze, to put up any kind of fight, but my sphincter’s shot, all that’s left is the ruined meat sleeve. You push me forward giving the crowd the perfect view of my gaped flowering cunt.

 Show-off thinks he's won already, parading that 9-incher around like it's a trophy. Big mistake. I gather every ounce of strength left in my wrecked body and WHAM! Boot heel straight back to your junk. 

Didn't think I'd connect but my foot smashes into your nuts. Your cocky ass flies backward, Mule kick right to your pride and joy. I haul myself up by the rope. Turn around to see your sorry ass flat on your back. Not so fuckin' tough now, are ya? Face all twisted in agony; hands cupped over them crushed nuts while that prize dick of yours just lays at half-mast. I stagger toward you, your jizz still dripping outta my ruined hole with every step. "My turn now, big man." I snatch a fistful of your hair, yank your head up, drag your pathetic ass to your knees. I clamp my massive quads 'round your head, hoist you up and flip your sorry ass. Now you're hanging upside down, face buried in my wrecked hole. Like that view, pretty boy? My blown-out cunt drippin' your own cum right back in your face. Your legs flail like a bitch in the wind while I parade you to my corner. Crowd's losin' their minds, seein' their champ dangling like fresh meat, teetering side to side with every step…

 

Rob Hunter:

I know it is only a matter of time until you moan out your submission. That muscle twat is once again WRECKED, puffed out and swollen as fuck...you're constantly squirting out my loads, your roid gut looks bloated like a balloon and as I stab that 12-inch dildo down your defeated canal I can hear the crowd shouting and cheering me up..."GAPE HIM GAPE HIM GAPE HIM!!!" They're so hungry for more...they want me to ruin you entirely and hell yeah that's what they will get...I PULL that massive dildo out of your pussy again, a sloppy wet POP echoes around the arena while ass juice splatters around and as they men stand close you suddenly kick back, your black leather boot CRUSHES into my sensitive nuts, almost fully drained at this point but still plumb and pumping...

 My face is a grimace...my mouth forming an O and I let the dildo drop, my body paralyzed for a moment...the soaked-up toy rebounds from the edge and bounces into the crowd again...but that is all I can process at the moment...the pain radiates through my whole body before I finally drop back and land on my ass. Both of my hands are cupping my aching junk...my horse cock is semi-hard but still pumping, veins visible all over...and then a shadow drops on my body...you're back again, mounting over me, that stretched out singlet somewhat hanging from your massive shoulders, string tucked between those thick glutes...and then you pull me up on my knees..."Ugh...no...no....HMMPPFFFFF!" Before I can even realize what's happening you flip me around, my ripped body upside down with my face stuffed inside that sloppy crack...your defeated cunt squirting my own jizz over my face as you parade me around...my schlong dripping, my nuts swinging like church bells...this can't be true...my arms flail around as the crowd watches this scene in shock...

 

Swoley:

I lock your skull between my thick thighs like a fuckin' vise. "Remember me, studly?" I snarl, spit flying. One second you're dangling upside down, next I'm dropping to my knees like a goddamn meteor. CRACK! Your head hits canvas so hard the entire ring shakes. Your body bounces, then sprawls out face-up, with the occasional twitch, That famous cock? Just a sad noodle stretched down your leg. Your eyes roll back. "Who's the bitch now, Hunter? WHO'S THE FUCKIN' BITCH NOW?"

 The crowd's losing their fuckin' minds, howling like animals. "FAGGOT! FAGGOT!" they scream. Some freak in the front row keeps chanting "Cock-sucking queen!" over and over till his voice cracks. Let 'em watch while I break their champion.

 I climb the ropes, first one foot, then the other, my boots square on the third rope, towering above the crowd like a slutty colossus. The lights hit my bloated frame, every vein and muscle bulging, my battered cunt on full display, gaping, red, swollen and leaking thick globs of your jizz. My battered junk dangles useless between my legs. The entire arena gets a front-row seat to what you've done to me, and what I'm about to do to you. In the ring, you're still sprawled out, head rolling side to side, eyes barely able to focus. The idol, gasping and clutching your head, too fucked to even get your arms up to defend yourself.

 I point down at you, make sure every eye in the place is watching, then I squat low, tensing my glutes like a goddamn hydraulic press. I launch myself off the ropes, a human wrecking ball, boots flying out, arms wide, and ass aimed dead center on your face. For a split second, time freezes, then SPLAT! My ass lands squarely on your stud face with a wet, meaty slap. The impact blasts a tidal wave of hot jizz out of my battered cunt, covering your nose, mouth, chin and even splattering those losers in the front row.

 I hear you whimper through the wet suction as my ass grinds down, smashing your skull into the mat. I bounce on your face, humping and grinding, my ruined pussy eating your nose and mouth, forcing you to taste every drop of your own load mixed with my blood and sweat. The crowd loses its shit, chanting my name and screaming for more. "Eat it, you fucking bitch!" I snarl, grabbing the back of your head and yanking your face harder into my cum-splattered hole.

 You try to squirm away, but I've got you locked down, crushing your head flat, your legs kicking pathetic at the mat. My hands go to your hair and I yank, mashing your face deeper and deeper, smothering you in my obliterated cunt. Each time you gasp for air, you get a mouthful of my ass juice, spit, and cum, choking and gagging like a little bitch. My muscles flex and clench, milking your entire head, humiliating you in front of everyone. "You like that, you cocky shit? Who's the fuckin' Champ now?" I bellow, spit flying...

 

Rob Hunter:

This is definitely not going the way I wanted it to. This is bad. And as the blood is running straight into my head, my face still stuffed inside your ravaged ass I know there is no way out right now...My vision is turning black, my face reddens between your massive glutes and then without a warning you DROP down, spiking my head into the mats with a devastating piledriver, showing off your incredible strength once again...but this time it looks like you shut me up.

 My body drops on the mats like a sack of potatoes, my cock semi-hard, twitching and slapping against my abs while my cum slit is gaping wide, as if it was looking for your cunt to finally finish it off but it's more like it's running on autopilot. My head is way too stunned to even move. I am only grunting and moaning, trying to get my vision clear again but I can hardly move, only able to roll from side to side, not able to turn around...but I can hear the crowd...it's a dull noise, hinting that something is going on...but I have no idea what you're setting up right now.

 I blink my eyes, the spotlights are blinding me as my vision turns from black to blurry...but here it is already too late...I feel the ring shaking a little as you lunch off...a huge shadows drops over my whole body...and the last thing I see is your gaped muscle pussy crashing down squarely on my face..."UFFFFFFF!!!!" My body jackknives under your weight...my nose drilled into your loose asshole, my cum explodes out of your sloppy canal as you land this brutal move, flattening me under you, face crushed under your twat.

 "AND THAT ONE LANDS!!! OH MY GOD WHAT AN IMPACT!!! THIS COULD BE IT FOR THE CHAMP!!!" At this point I am not listening to the announcer anymore...I just can't...I am seeing stars and my eyes are rolled back in my head, your glutes fully wrapped around my face as you start to ride me with your full weight, that cunt slamming into my face again and again...each time that mix of cum and ass juice splatters around, saliva drooling out of my mouth and my cock starts jumping up, spitting pre on my abs, but it's struggling to get back to its full hardness...

 My legs are kicking around, my arms are flailing without a real target...your hand reaches for my hair as you push me even deeper into your gaped cunt, I don't even have time to regret wrecking your pussy like this before...all I can do is swallow and choke on my own loads as you squirt them straight into my mouth...

 

Swoley:

I lean forward, letting the full weight of my roid-junk slam down over your chin and nose. You cough, gag, and then finally you start to lick, little bitch knows there’s no escape, might as well tongue my battered twat for mercy. I piston my hips, ass pounding your face again and again, the slick schlapping of skin on skin echoing louder than the fucking crowd. My dick flops useless, just a twitching, drooling mess smearing your chest and throat with my jizz.

 My hands grab your ears like handlebars, I start to face-fucking you with my pussy, humping your face, grinding my wet gape over your mouth until you’re gagging again on my battered pussy. I can feel your tongue flailing in my hole, trying to catch a breath, but all you suck in is the taste of your own defeat. Cum and spit overflow, pooling beneath you, dripping off your jaw and splattering onto the mat. Every time you gasp, I flex and bury your face deeper, suffocating you in my cunt, riding your shame until the whole arena is chanting my name.

 Your arms flail, hands clawing at my quads, but you can’t budge me. I ride you like a fucking bull until you finally go limp. Your hands slide off my thighs, your body spasms and then collapses beneath me. I keep grinding, just to make sure, and the crowd just gets louder, cheering every time I bounce your head off the mat. I only let up when I’m sure you have nothing left. The crowd is a riot. Phones out, shouting, half of them jacking, while the rest cheer me on, screaming for me to finish you.

 I stand tall, you’re a fucking wreck, twitching, lights out, motherfucker doesn't know what hit him. I saunter to my corner, crowd's eyes tracking me, eating me up. I dig into my bag, whip out my 10" Strap-On. I hold it high, give it a wave like a fucking trophy. The crowd goes crazy as I drag it between my thick thighs, gliding it through my dripping cunt, back and forth, back and forth, a fucking sexy tease. I moan, can't help it, feels so good. That beast is slick, soaked in my juices. I strap it on tight around my hips, fuck yeah, that monster's pointing straight out, ready for action.

 I step towards you my 10” of rock solid flagpole bouncing side to side. It's slick and glistening, dripping with my juices, swinging heavy and solid, ready to fucking wreck you…

  

Rob Hunter:

I hate to admit but there isn't much left in me…I try to resist but your weight is pinning me down, my energy is drained and it's getting worse and worse being buried under your massive sloppy cunt. The Grenade almost knocked me out cold...and somehow, I wished it already did. But as long as you feel I am still conscious you keep on grinding my face deeper into your wet sticky gorge..."HMMPPFFFFF..." I moan into your twat, your swollen lips vibrate as my loads squirt out of your wrecked cunt as I stab my tongue into your canal...not as a submission, but it is the only thing my mind can think of now...just a spark of hope to stop this humiliation somehow...

But instead of stopping you use my face and my strong tongue to fuck yourself on it, your globes bounce on my head as you ride me into defeat...slowly...until I finally stop moving...just my cock starts twitching once again..."NO WAY THE HUNTER IS OUT!!!" I can't even hear the announcer anymore...I'm done...my eyes roll back as your cunt finishes me off...and my arms drop to the mats...

 I'm blacked out and I have absolutely no idea what’s about to happen next. By the time I come to, it’s already far too late. I blink, not even realizing where I am at first…but then it hits me like lightning...the certainty that none of this was just a dream. I blink again, my vision is getting clearer and I moan deep..."Wha...what...the..." You mount over me, your clit is gone, between your tree trunk legs is something else right now and then I realize what it is..."No....no...." My protest is rather pathetic as I am pretty much stunned and helpless right now...my schlong looks battered, semi-hard, leaking...and veiny as fuck...but nothing compared to the size of that fucking strap-on that you're wearing...it's throwing its own shadow, so fucking girthy...and the clearer my vision gets I suddenly realize that this thing is fucking dripping...

 

Swoley:

That wild, hunted look in your eyes? That’s what gets me off. You know I’m about to ruin you, and you can’t do shit about it. My 10-inch strap-on bobs with every step, smacking my quad, slick with my own cunt juice. I lock eyes with you, you try to stare me down, but you’re weak, looking desperate as fuck.

I snatch your ankles, tugging you flat on your back, then fold your legs up, feet hooked over my shoulders, knees pressed into your chest in a perfect rollup. I shove your ass up, your hole twitching. The crowd’s lost it, swarming the barricades, elbows leaning on the apron, eyes hungry for this fucking disaster.

I take my right hand and jam my fingers in my own pussy, scooping out a sick, bubbling handful of cunt slime. Then I shove all four fingers deep into your mouth, prying your jaw open and pumping in and out until you choke. You cough and buck, but I just laugh, drag my slime-covered fingers out, and smear them over your lips and cheeks. “Taste that? That’s the flavor of a real fucking winner, bitch,” I snarl.

 With my other hand I line up the synthetic cock, the tip glistening in cunt juice. This isn’t your standard strap-on, it’s a fucking battering ram, fat as my wrist, veiny, heavy, with a cruel upward curve at the end. I slap the head against your hole, watching your ring pulse, waiting for that second of pure terror before I pop it inside. I don’t go gently. I RAM it in, balls-deep on the first stroke, that pussy so fucking tight it chokes on the cock, you howl, your screams bouncing off the walls. The crowd eats it up, chanting “TAKE IT, TAKE IT, TAKE IT!” as I start pounding you, pistoning my hips, pile-driving the cock into you with all the lust I’ve got. God, the noises you make, the sounds are fucking pitiful, all snivels, groans and whimpers. Every last shred of dignity pissing out of you. And look at that, your freak show of a cock is hard again, nine inches of what the fuck is wrong with you. It's flopping against your abs, loud and wet, leaving trails of pre-cum all over.

 I up the tempo, hammering you even harder, the base of the strap-on slamming my raw clit with every inch. You cough, snot and spit pouring out your nose. I keep fucking you, switching up the angles, sometimes drilling straight into your prostate, sometimes yanking your hips up to jackhammer into your guts. Your cock, suddenly spurts, shooting ropes of watery cum up your chest, drenching your chin. I scoop some cum off your chest and stuff it down your throat, just to make sure you know the taste of defeat.

 I yank the 10” of strap-on out of your gaping hole, the suction breaking with a wet, greedy smack. It’s slick with your ass juice. I flex my glutes, rolling my hips making it swing back and forth like a fucked up trophy. Your a fucking mess, stretched out and dripping. I grab your wrist with one hand, , my other hand I hook three fingers into your stretched-out ring for better leverage, I manhandle you off the canvas, one swing for momentum then chuck you towards the ropes. You flip midair, land on the apron, bounce and crash to the concrete. I roll my neck, then slip through the ropes, my strap-on swinging ready to end your career…

 

Rob Hunter:

You're looking like a fucking mountain...and with that massive schlong between your legs you get ready to finish me off. But little did I know what you got planned. I would fight back but I am still way too stunned to do anything...not that fast...and before I even realize what's going on you got me rolled up in the middle of the ring. My ripped muscle body folded under you, with the weight of your roided muscles pinning me down to the mats. That oversized strap on dangles between your tree trunk legs before you slowly guide that battering ram at my tiny asshole. It's tight like a virgin pussy...clenching and twitching as I feel that thick sex toy poking against it. My semi-hard schlong dangles right into my face, my cum slit gaping wide and dripping pre onto my face and into my mouth. "No....pl...please...." I moan and try to beg but you're determined to finish this with a bang, your nasty fingers shoved into my mouth, I can taste your ass juice on my tongue as you mock me, telling me that's how a winner tasted like...and then you drill inside me...

 "ARRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!" I let out a primal roar....so loud it echoes through the whole arena and as my mouth is gaped wide my anaconda spits a huge wad of pre right into my oral cavity..."HNGHHH!" I cough, snot and saliva running out around your fingers...and as your strap on stretches my tight cunt with no mercy, my eyes roll back, and my body stiffens in a painful pleasure I never felt before. The guys around the ring are jerking hard...most of them already for the second or third time...the announcer is in shock...and each time you pound into my prostate, my cock leaks straight into my mouth...No...this can't be...

 But this happens faster than I expected...I can't think straight...that sheer size is literally fucking me stupid and I'm about to pass out again. But my cock keeps me awake, my veiny shaft flexes a few times and then the crowd OHHHHHs as it's about to explode again...on the brim of defeat..."SWOLEY IS FUCKING A LOAD OUT OF THE CHAMP...I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I SEE!" The announcer is lost for words as he watches that massive dildo drill into my wrecked asshole again and again, pounding another load out of me...."HMMPPFFF!!" I coat myself with that sticky alpha cum...at least what's left of it...my nuts dangle from side to side as they struggle to pump out more...my cum vein deflates...and my sack shrinks with each rope I bust into my face...

 I can feel my hole gaping wide, no control over it anymore as I desperately try to clench...but you hammered right through...and you're not done with me yet...I try to get some orientation back while you show off for the crowd, swinging that nasty dildo from side to side before you step up and reach for my wrist. With your free hand you shove 2 fingers into my defeated canal as you hoist me up...bend over...no balance...you charge forward and DRIVE me through the ropes...my body bounces off the apron and I crash down to the ground...The crowd shrugs and forms a circle around us as you step out of the ring...I plant my hands on the floor...my body is shaking...no way I can escape...and then I see that massive shadow dropping again...you're right behind me...and I am not prepared for what's about to happen...

 

Swoley:

I hunch down and grab a fistful of your hair. Your dead weight, muscles twitching, 9” of limp schlong swinging as I peel you off the concrete. The second I get you standing the crowd starts up with the chants, “Swo-ley! Swo-ley! Swo-ley!”

 I jerk you forward, slow-walking you ringside, giving everyone a good look at what’s left of you. You just stumble along, mind wrecked, feet shuffling, face blank with shell-shock. Dudes all leaning in, pawing your ruined glutes, hands slapping at your cock like it’s a sideshow freak. Phones everywhere grabbing shots, the “LEGEND,” with your balls on full display, dick drooling, hole gaped.

 I stop at the announcer’s table, fold you over the surface and slam your head down on the surface, Once! Twice! The microphones amplify the cracks, your moans and groans. The table shakes, drinks go flying. I don’t even need to hold you in place, your arms flop uselessly, your face just sags there, drooling on the table. I reach around, grab your chin and wrench your head up so you’re forced to look at the crowd, at yourself on the big screen. “Get a load of this bitch!” I scream, and the mic picks up every word, “This is the goddamn alpha? This is your king?” I make sure to wag your head back and forth, so they all see your blank, fucked-stupid eyes.

 Your hole is so stretched, pulsing and leaking, red as fuck. I grip your hips, line up the head of my strap-on, slap the tip back and forth across your crack, then I ram it home in one atomic shot. The head pops through your ruined rim with a wet, sucking noise that’s echos around the building, your body lurches forward, I hammer you, balls deep, hips smacking against your cheeks with every thrust. I can feel the table rattling under us, the announcers sitting back, eyes bugging out, and I just dig in harder, grinding, fucking you for the cameras.

 Your voice goes hoarse, but you still manage this desperate, strangled moan with every pound. It’s not even words anymore, just fucked-out vowels and high-pitched little grunts every time the fat head of my cock bulldozes your prostate…Well God Damn…your schlong doesn’t give up, slowly stretching from underneath your hips, smearing cum and whatever else across the table.

I keep pounding, switching up the rhythm, sometimes going slow and deep just to let the head pop past your battered sphincter, sometimes slamming you with shallow, rapid-fire jabs that make your body shake. I hunch over, get my lips right up to your ear, and snarl, “You know you’re loving every second of this, don’t even try to lie.”

 I go full throttle, hike your hips higher, start pile-driving that sweet ass like there's no tomorrow. My cock base beats against your taint, each thrust mashes your balls into the table, your dick throbbing, ready to blow. I ram my fuck-meat deep into your greedy hole, once...twice...holding it there, watching your ass clamp down on my shaft. You're a goner, your cock twitches and then sprays a weak, watery load all over the table.

 The microphones amplify every obscene sound, the wet, relentless noise of my cock pistoning in and out of your ass, the slaps of my muscle-gut pounding your taint, the low, guttural moans ripped from your throat each time I ram your prostate. I don't let up, fucking you harder, your body convulsing as ass juice leaks out around my shaft. "SUB!...MIT!...LOSER!!!" I roar as I plow my cock deeper…

 

Rob Hunter:

I wished this fight was over already...or that you show some mercy and just end it right here. But no...you show no intentions of letting me go now...you want to make it worse. All the humiliation I put you through in our first fight is now coming back to me and it is worse than I could have imagined. I never needed to be scared of your micro dick that can easily be mistaken as a fucking clit...but I never expected you to pull out such a massive strap on...bigger than any cock I had to take before.

You peel my battered body off the cold floor and I stumble like dead meat...my schlong is just swinging helplessly, cum slit gasping as my nuts are almost fully dry...something that never happened to me before...not like this...and especially not in here. Even the horny crowd can't believe what is going on, everyone so convinced that I will leave as the winner once again. You guide me through the audience until we reach the announcer's table....THUD! My face gets slammed against the hard steel...my eyes start to roll again before I flopy over the table...my ripped body just sprawled out with my gaping asshole winking at you...

 My vision is blurry but I can see the horny men...at least their silhouettes but it is clear everyone is getting off to this sight right now...No...this can't be true...

 And without a warning you enter my ass again...brutally drilling those 10 inches back into my defeated canal, forcing my muscle ring to gape wide with each thrust...I try to clench but no chance, you rock those hips back and forth and stab me open wider and wider..."Ugh...no...no...pl...please...." I whimper and it gets amplified over the speakers as the microphone is right beside me.

 My cock flexes up and my cum slits gapes wider than my asshole right now, desperately trying to bust another load but as my balls churn dry it's just a constant pain running through my body...each time your strap on punches into my prostate my cock flexes again, the last few drops leak out of my cock before it just hangs down limp, defeated and knocked out...my balls smaller than a raisin at this point and then I feel something splattering against my face...ropes of cum cover my lips, nose, eyes...literally bathing me in jizz as several men aim their cocks straight at me..."Pl...please...I.....sub.....mit...." Is everything I can moan out ...mixing up with the sloppy fuck noises coming out of my defeated cunt.

 

Swoley:

You shriek your submission, the arena goes silent, "I submit! I submit!" Ain't no faking this shit, your body's wrecked, totally impaled on my monster cock. Crowd blows the fuck up, half howling, half chanting my goddamn name, the rest just staring with their jaws on the fucking floor. Announcers are shocked stupid, then they're hollering over each other, crowning me the undisputed “Slut Queen of the Underground.”

 I grip your hips and jerk your ass back, making sure the cameras catch every inch of my strap-on tearing you open. I hook my arms up under your pits, fingers scraping up into your armpits until you squirm, lift, and then lock my hands behind your head in a kind of obscene full nelson, all while keeping you impaled and helpless. I haul you upright off the desk, your entire body droops, legs useless, only my mass and the industrial-grade fuck-stick splitting your ruined hole keeps you vertical. The entire strap-on vanishes inside your gaping hole. Your head lolls back, eyes roll up and slack, mouth hanging open in a silent, empty scream.

I spin you around, let them all see my Trophy, the mighty Hunter reduced to an overused drained bitch. “Here’s your ‘Legend’, a used-up pathetic fuck hole!” I bark, with one hand I grab your chin, forcing your face up again, showing off those vacant, cum-drunk eyes. Your balls are shrivelled like prunes, your once-proud 9 inches of alpha schlong now just a pathetic floppy piece of spent meat dangling between your thighs. You're nothing but a limp, gaping fuckhole, a plaything for my pleasure. The announcers are losing their shit, one of them stammers, “Th-this...this can't be real...He's just a...a mess...

 

Rob Hunter:

The crowd is as shocked as the announcer...the management must have dollar signs in their eyes as they watch this unexpected turnaround. I'm such a fucking mess that even without my submission it's clear that I'm finished. It just made everything even more humiliating. How can this fucking fag defeat me?? But as my cock and nuts shrink in defeat, even I cannot deny it anymore...

I'm folded over the announcer's table...but you're not done with me yet...fucking that last load out of me apparently wasn't enough as your pumped arms snake around mine, putting my ripped muscle body into a full nelson while your 10" strap-on is plinged deep inside my guts, holding me in place like a third arm that is fisting the hell out of me. "No...pl....please..." I continue, and even though I only want you to hear it the microphone blasts my pathetic whimpers over the speakers...and then you pull me up. Your roid gut is so bloated that my body gets bend into a C shape...your guts look like a balloon and I can literally feel the pressure inside...

 I'm hanging in front of you, my once so proud schlong only swinging limp from side to side, my cum slit gaped and oozing the rest of my alpha cum that remained inside my cum vein. My head hangs down, drooling at the corner of my mouth cause I lost control over pretty much everything at this point and that's how you show me off to the crowd that is jerking off like fucking primates...one hand reaches for my chin as you force me to look up and even though I don't see them with my blurry vision, I can feel them gazing at my destroyed body...my mind ignoring the announcer and your trash talk, hardly able to bear this humiliation...

 

Swoley:

I start my victory march up that ramp, all slow and deliberate, thighs ripping out of my skin, muscles pumping like pistons. My cunt's a fucking waterfall, gushing with every step, cum, ass juices, all of it cascading down my legs, leaving a fucking slug trail on the ramp.

 I strut your beaten ass past the cameras, pausing to flex my pythons. I let your fucked-out hole do all the work, hanging off my cock like a side of beef. Your spine's arched back, digging into my engorged musclegut, head lolling on my shoulder, totally out of it. I see the cameras zooming in, lapping up every inch of your debasement for the goddamn crowd to see. I laugh as your dead weight makes my shaft ram deeper into your guts, your abs bulging from the inside as I visibly fuck you from within. “Holy shit, would you look at that!” the announcer blurts out in disbelief. “Swoley’s monster cock is straight up wrecking Hunter from the inside! You can see that beast sliding up his abs, like a goddamn anaconda swallowing a field mouse! That’s not just a fuck down, folks…that’s the rape of the ages!”

 Then, in one fucking brutal tug, I rip you off my dick, tossing you to the ground like trash. You crumple, ass up, a pathetic mess of twitching flesh and leakage. My strap-on swings heavy, slick with your juices, blood, and god knows what else. I snatch a fistful of your hair, hauling your limp ass up. “Look at you, bitch,” I spit, forcing you onto all fours. “Crawl, you loser.” I force you up the ramp, yanking your hair, the crowd eating up the sight of your wrecked asshole, a gaping mess of red and white, friction burns shining like neon signs of your humiliation, still pulsing like it’s fucking begging for more cock but reality it’s just ruined meat.

 We hit the top of the ramp, the spotlights glaring down on us. I reach down, wrap my thick arm around your neck, and flex, your eyes bug out as I choke you, hauling your limp ass upright. You start gagging, flailing. I look up at the big screen, and there I am, the fucking winner, singlet thong stretched to shit, straps barely hanging on my hips, the pouch buried so deep in my used-up cunt it's like a fucking second skin soaked in your pathetic cum.

 The crowd loving the sight of the mighty Hunter reduced to a fucking wreck. Your tight little waist is all bloated now. That 9-inch schlong your so proud of? It's just hanging there, useless, balls drained to the size of fucking raisins. Your face is blank, eyes rolled back, the Legend himself, totally fucked over. "Look at you, bitch," I spit, giving you a shake. "You're just a fucked-out whore now, aren't you? The great Hunter, reduced to a fucking cumdumpster." The crowd eats it up, their cheers and jeers filling the arena as you sway in my grip, a pathetic, broken fucktoy.

 I yank my arm from your throat and let you crumple to the ramp. My boot slams your head to the metal, I give the crowd a quick pose before strutting off to the change room, leaving you behind like garbage…

to be continued...

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