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The lights dim. The energy shifts. This isn’t just another match. The crowd knows it. The commentators know it. And the arena itself seems to hold its breath. On the jumbotron, the screen flickers images of past brawls, backstage ambushes, locker room brawls, and bloodied grins. A history carved in pain, disrespect, and unfinished business. Two names flash across the screen: Dadicus vs. Danny No Holds Barred. No rules. No mercy. No escape. This is the final chapter in a long, bitter war. Blue and gold lights scan the crowd like searchlights. Pyro explodes on stage. Smoke rolls across the ramp as the crowd roars to its feet.
Dadicus
That thunderous wall of sound slams into my chest like a tidal wave the second I step through the smoke. Leather jacket open. My torso bare, glistening slightly under the arena lights. Gray briefs, black waistband snug on my hips. Every step down the ramp slow, deliberate. This is mine. This whole stage, this moment, it belongs to me. And they all know it. I flick my tongue against my teeth, smirk playing on my lips as fans scream, boo, and cheer all at once. At ringside, I ascend the apron slowly one leg, then the other. I turn to face the crowd, spreading my arms wide, one hand gripping the top rope. My legs stretch in a V, body framed like a living statue an offering, a warning, a god on display. The lights catch the gleam of sweat starting to bead along my abs. I hold it. Let them soak it in. Then I spin, flip through the ropes, and land light in the center of the ring. The jacket comes off in one fluid motion and hits the mat. I bounce on the balls of my feet, fists flexing, ready. “Come on, Danny,” I mutter under my breath, lips curling into a grin as the crowd swells with anticipation. “Let’s end this.”
Danny Job
After years of fighting in smaller matches, backstage and even in the locker room, it has all come down to this. A main event war between two men ready to destroy each other for the pure hatred they share. I’m staying backstage as the jumbotron plays our previous battles and not long after you make your entrance. You arrive in the ring and soon after the lights come on fully to show your muscular body. Then the lights dim again and the announcer starts to introduce me “AND HIS OPPONENT, WEIGHING IN AT 135, STANDING TALL AT 6’ DAAAANNY JOOOOOOB” I step out onto the walkway. The stage light shines at my muscular body glistening in body oil, with my black trunks and black wrestling boots and black knee pads. I make my way to the ring slowly, flexing along the way. The fans keep cheering and some are booing who expect for you to win. I grab the lower rope and drag myself onto the apron. I stand up on the middle of the apron of the ring and flex my entire upper body for the fans. I turn around to see you in the ring and then jump over the top rope and land right before you. I stare you down “I’m gonna end you” I say, while looking at your muscular build.
Dadicus
I smirk at your threat, eyes locked with yours like a wolf sizing up its prey. The ref starts checking my gear “Clear!” but I’m not waiting for his full inspection of you. The moment he turns to you and start to check your gear, I explode forward like a missile. WHAM! I spear you to the mat with a shoulder tackle, taking you down hard. The crowd erupts, but I barely hear them. I’m already on top of you, mounting your chest, fists raised. “One!” My knuckles crash into your face. “Two!” Another punch, even harder, splits across your jaw as your head rocks sideways. “Who’s gonna end WHO?!” I roar in your face, slamming down a third fist like a man possessed. I don’t care that the bell hasn’t rung yet. This isn’t about rules, it’s about making you suffer and ending your career.
Danny Job
The referee checks you out and then goes to check me out. The moment he comes up to me you come rushing in and immediately spear me to the mat. The impact leaves me wheezing for air immediately as you mount yourself on top of me and start raining in punches. I can’t even react to your punches to my head as they leave me dazed. The referee tries to pull you back and I hear the bell ring for the match to start anyway. You send a third punch to my face and it leaves me laid out under you seemingly already knocked out and dazed.
Dadicus
I grab a fistful of your greasy hair and yank you up from the mat like dead weight. “Get the fuck up,” I snarl, already dragging you to the ropes. I whip you across the ring, watching your body stumble from the momentum. And right when you rebound BOOM my arm crashes into your chest like a damn sledgehammer. The impact flips you clean off your feet, your body spinning in midair before crashing down hard on the mat. The crowd gasps. I drop to the mat next to you, chest heaving, sweat already forming. My hand shoves into your face, fingers pushing your jaw sideways as I lean in. “You’re gonna end me?” I mock with a half-laugh, half-growl, slapping your cheek twice, just to rub it in. “You can’t even end this sentence without my permission.” I shove your face again, grinding my palm down like I’m erasing your pride in front of the world, mocking and taunting you.
Danny Job
I bounce back from the ropes and can’t even stop myself from running into you. Before I jump off your arm hits my chest with a devastating blow which flips me mid air and leaves me on the mat. My body already sweaty and red from your punishment as you go to wipe away my sweat and body oils. You grind my face into the mat with your hand as you’re beating me in the mat. The referee surely hears everything you’re telling me. I push away your hand and start to get back up. Trying to carefully watch you in case you try to go for me before I’m up so I can grab your arm or leg and try to spin you around me.
Dadicus
As my fingers tangle in your hair once more, the heat from the crowd surges like a wave boos crashing down around us. I pause, lips curling into a smug smirk, and shoot a middle finger to the front row, letting the whole arena know exactly how little I care what they think. But that half-second of cocky defiance costs me. You twist under me, and before I can react, your hand clamps my wrist and you pivot spinning me around in a sharp snap. My arms flare wide for balance, jaw clenched, muscles tensing because I know you’re about to try something desperate.
Danny Job
In the one second you take your eyes off of me I know that this is the only opening so I have to make it work. I grab your arm and twist it so that your whole body flips over me and you fall onto the mat next to me. I don’t let go of your hand as you fall to your ass and I go to lock my arms around your neck locking in a sleeper hold.
Dadicus
Your arm snakes around my neck, tight, cutting off my air as I drop to the mat with a grunt. I thrash immediately, instinct taking over feet kicking, one hand clawing at your forearm, the other slapping at the mat as I twist my body to relieve the pressure. "Gghhh… fuck," I growl through clenched teeth, your bicep flexing under my jaw, squeezing tighter. My legs slide and search, finally finding the leverage I need... pushing up with one foot, I buck hard, twisting my hips toward you. You adjust, trying to stay on, but I’m already shifting, using my weight to slide us sideways. My hand digs between your arm and my neck, prying just enough space to gasp a breath... then I throw my elbow back. Once. Twice. The second one lands solid into your ribs. You grunt
Danny Job
You start to stand up with me still holding onto your neck. I try to squeeze as tight as I can but you dig your way between my hand and your neck. Then you send some elbows to my ribs and they hit hard. I grunt at the impact as it leaves a red mark. “No no no” I say as you start to get out of my sleeper hold with ease. That’s when I fully let go and send my knee to your spine hoping that will give me an advantage after my failed sleeper.
Dadicus
As I finally pry your forearm loose, the blood rushing back to my neck, I think I’ve got the edge until your knee drives like a missile straight into my spine. “UGHHH!” My body jolts forward, back arching in a sharp snap of pain. I drop to one knee, hand clutching at my back, eyes squinting shut from the jolt. That shot hit deep rage rises with the pain. I turn my head slightly, snarling through gritted teeth.
Danny Job
I hold onto your shoulders as i see your head turn slightly toward me. I immediately send another harder knee to your spine in hopes to get you down. If that’s wasn’t enough I even go for an elbow aimed at the back of your neck driving you down onto the mat. The entire crowd gasps as I hit my elbow to your neck.
Dadicus
The first knee slams into my spine, and my back arches violently... white-hot pain shoots down to my hips. My fists clench as I grit my teeth, trying to power through it, but you don’t let up. CRACK! The second knee hits even harder, and this time my body jolts forward, arms shooting out for balance. Before I can even think, your elbow crashes down against the back of my neck with a sickening THUD, folding me down to the mat like a dropped ragdoll. The crowd gasps in unison, and I hear the buzz of their reaction through the ringing in my ears. I roll to my side, my chest heaving, one hand clutching the back of my head, the other blindly gripping the mat. My jaw clenched tight, body twitching "fuck, that stung". I stay down a moment longer, letting the pain settle, letting the crowd wonder if you’ve actually put me in trouble this early. My mind’s racing... but I’m not done. Not even close. this cant end like this.
Danny Job
I see you roll over to your side. I grab you by your head and drag you up to your feet. Then I whip you to the corner and follow immediately after you. I put your arms around the top ropes before balling up my fists and I start to send punches aimed at your abs. I see your abs getting red even after my first hit. The crowd cheering me on as I punish your guts.
Dadicus
You whip me to the corner, and I hit it hard arms flung over the ropes, chest heaving, trying to brace. You charge in, fists already flying, and I feel the first blow hammer into my abs. I tighten my core, but it still lands flush. Then the second, the third my midsection burns red-hot, your knuckles digging deeper each time. I grunt through it, teeth clenched, body flexed. The crowd roars behind you as your fist winds up again... this one's meant to finish me off in the corner. But not this time. Your arm rockets forward and I trap it snatching it under mine. In a flash, I twist and spin us around, slamming your back into the same corner you just punished me in. The turnbuckles rattle behind you, and now it’s my turn. SMACK! The first chop rips across your chest, loud and sharp. SMACK! Another raw, savage. The redness spreads across your pecs. SMACK! The sting echoes through the arena, bouncing off steel and concrete. The fans gasp, turning on a dime. I grab your face, forcing your eyes to meet mine. “You got your shots in, Danny. Now it’s my turn.” One last step back. CRACK! The loudest yet. Your chest lights up like it’s on fire, and I lean in, my forearm pressed across your throat, voice low and deadly.
Danny Job
After a few worthy shots to your abs you suddenly grab my hand as if you were allowing me to hit you and waiting for this moment. You spin us around and slam me onto the turnbuckles and then slap my chest with your huge hand. And then another. You smack my chest so hard it leaves a huge red mark in the middle. Then you grab my face and force me to look at you as tell me it is now your turn. You take a step back and before I could duck you’re back with the hardest chest smack I have even endured. That one leaves me leaning toward you, only being held up my by arms in the ropes. I feel you lean in on me but I can’t even hear you because of how loud the crowd is. You press your forearm to my throat and I fear you’ll have me in a sleeper hold like I had you just a moment ago.
Dadicus
You slump in the corner, your chest already red and rising with each breath. I rear back and drive my shoulder into your gut, one the sound of impact sharp and wet. You grunt, but before you can catch your breath, I slam another one two your whole body jolting into the turnbuckles. Three this one folds you up, and you collapse down into a seated position against the bottom turnbuckle, gasping.
Dadicus
I stay on you. My boot rises and stomps your chest. Again. And again. The crowd roars and jeers, but I don’t stop, relentless. My foot pounds your pecs like a jackhammer, hammering in the punishment you were begging for the moment you said you’d end me. The ref gets between us, shouting at me to stop. I shove him away, hard enough to make him stumble back and that earns me a bigger pop from the crowd. Then I lunge back in, planting one more brutal stomp to your chest before the ref physically pulls me off, barking warnings as he backs me up. I raise my hands in mock surrender, smirking as I look down at your crumpled body. “Stay down, Danny,” I growl, eyes locked on your battered frame. “Or I’ll really lose my temper.”
Danny Job
You smash in my abs with your shoulder and it leaves me wheezing for air crumpled up on top of the middle turnbuckle. Then you deliver a final shoulder to my abs which forces me out and I fall down on the mat with my ass and my back resting on the turnbuckles. You stand over me and I take in your huge muscular body. Your foot smashes into my red glowing pecs as you keep shoving me back. The pain getting so bad. The crowd shouting and even concerned for my health. I know it got bad because the referee even pulls you back on a no rules match. I’m left in a laying position below the corner turnbuckles as I breathe heavily and you tell me to stay down or you’ll really destroy me. I can’t just let you keep hitting me like that. So I grab the ropes as I drag myself up before you and the fans are cheering again as they know this match will continue.
Dadicus
You barely make it to your feet before I close in with a glare that says it all... I wanted you to stand back up. You’re not going to limp your way through this fight. I demand your struggle. I seize your hair and yank you forward violently, slamming my arm into your lower back with enough force to send a jolt through your spine. The crowd groans at the impact as I march you back to the center of the ring like a broken toy. I hook your arm, wrap mine around your waist, and wrench you into a deep abdominal stretch, your torso twisting, ribs exposed, spine bent to the perfect angle. My bicep digs into your side as I pull harder, making your body quake in the hold. I slap your reddened chest again SMACK! the sound echoing off the walls. “C’mon, Danny…” I growl through gritted teeth, sweat dripping from my jaw. “Squirm for me, let me hear it.” You grit your teeth, trying to hold out but your free hand dangles low, searching blindly and that’s when I reach down and grab your balls in a tight, merciless squeeze. Your body jolts. Your legs tremble. “I said… SQUIRM!!” I roar, yanking the stretch even tighter, your body completely mine in the middle of the ring. The ref doesn’t even bother, he knows the rules don’t apply tonight. This is a war, and I’m dragging every scream out of you that your body can give as I keep man handling your balls and body.
Danny Job
You violently drag me up and force me to the middle of the ring. Then you lock in a super strong and tight abdominal stretch. Were this a regular match the referee would have stopped it because you seem like you could break my body at any moment. You demand me to squirm before you smack my beaten and red chest again. I still refuse having some pride for myself. Then you reach down to my bulge and grab my balls giving them a strong tight squeeze. I scream at the pain but as soon as it settles in I follow after your command and I squirm with shame on my face for the audience to see as you’re easily destroying me. It is at this moment that I truly grasp how much you want to break and destroy me in this no rules no mercy match.
Dadicus
I hear it. That squirm. That whimper. The moment your pride slips between your teeth and gets swallowed in front of all these people. That's when I know. I’ve broken through. You won’t leave this ring the same. I release the stretch… but not my grip. My hand stays locked around your balls as I step behind you, dragging your trembling body with me like dead weight. I scoop you up onto my shoulders, lifting you into a brutal backbreaker rack. The crowd roars... but it's not for you. No, they’re gasping at the sheer control I have over you now. One hand hooked under your jaw… The other still squeezing your aching bulge… I bend you arching your spine cruelly, showing off your helpless body to the crowd as if you were a trophy won in war. Your chest heaves. Your limbs dangle. My grip tightens. “You feel that, Danny?” I snarl, my voice thick with heat and dominance, “That’s the weight of failure. Of pride being stripped.” I take a few steps forward, slowly, parading your writhing form under the arena lights. Fans scream. Some chant your name, begging you to fight back. But you and I both know… you can’t. Not while you’re being displayed like this. Not while your balls are still mine as I jump up and down to jerk your body even further.
Danny Job
You let go of my body but keep holding onto my balls and growing bulge. Then you scoop me up by my bulge and show my destroyed body to the audience as you drag me into a backbreaker. The crowd are a mix between chanting for me to fight back but the other half are asking for you to break me. You squeeze my balls and surely you can feel my growing bulge along with my balls. I groan in pain as my balls and my back are getting obliterated. You showcase my body like you just killed a deer for dinner. My arms and legs lifelessly dangle. You hold onto my body and strip me of my pride and humiliate me in front of all the fans who once looked up to me. Your jumping up and down even adds to the pain and suffering you’re still causing me.
Dadicus
I keep bouncing your broken body up and down on my shoulders, the crowd eating up every second of it, half of them chanting for your pride to break, the other half already watching it happen. Your moans turn into involuntary gasps, and that's when I feel it... your body betraying you. You're hard. I grin darkly, making sure the front row sees it. “This what does it for you, huh?” I growl, shifting my grip just enough to emphasize your arousal, dragging your humiliation out in front of everyone. “Getting wrecked turns you on? Pathetic.” I let you hang there a little longer, your stretched, glistening body on full display… your shame right there with it. "let them hear you moan" as my hand goes up and down your shaft while still keeping pressure on that back.
Danny Job
You keep humiliating me by gripping my cock and going up and down. My bulge starts to leak pre cum as I moan loudly while still being in your painful backbreaker. “Fuck please stop” I beg you while you have me showcasing my broken body for the audience.
Dadicus
I head toward the ropes deliberately, dragging your limp body along with me. I want your fans to see this. I want them to feel how powerless you’ve become. One of them yells, “Stop! Let him go!” and I smirk. “Why?” I snarl back. “He’s not even fighting it.” Then I drop you to one knee WHAM! your gut slams across it, and your whole body jerks as you clutch your stomach and writhe in pain, coiling side to side. The crowd groans as you fold over. I don’t give you a second. I shove you through the middle rope so your torso dangles over the edge, your feet barely touching the mat. I grab your head, pull it in tight under my arm, and lock in a brutal inverted choke from the apron. But I’m not done. I reach down and grab the second rope with one hand and jam it hard into your now obvious bulge. I grind it in, pinning your hips against the cable for the front row to witness your shame. I lean into your ear and growl, “Getting destroyed really gets you off, doesn’t it?” Your shaft throbs visibly, swelling against the rope, and the crowd gasps. I raise my free hand and SLAP! it down on your bulge once, sharp, punishing and your cock jerks upward on reflex. “Look at that!” I shout, pointing at the twitch. “You see that?! He wants this!” The front row explodes in jeers, groans, and gasps as I hold you there strangled, stretched, fully exposed. My grip on your neck tightens, the pressure on the second rope goes harder, my body pressed to yours as I force you to squirm in front of everyone. Humiliation. Total control.
Danny Job
You take me to the ropes and put me down for a second. I think you’re gonna go easy on me now that you’re clearly in control. Then you slide my torso between the lower and middle rope. You drag me up and force the middle rope to grind against my bulge. The fans start to take pictures of my cock getting humiliated and squashed by you. You even lock in a brutal inverted choke and then jam the middle rope on my bulge. I moan as the bulge is keeping my cock hard and visibly leaking. Your hand slaps my cock hard and my whole body gets chills. You tighten your grip on my neck and that cuts down my breathing until my arms go limp in your hold.
Dadicus
Your body goes slack in my grip, and I see it the moment your arm drops limp, hanging useless at your side. The crowd sees it too. But I’m not done. "You think going limp gets you mercy?" I sneer, my voice dripping with condescension as I slap your hard bulge hard, jolting you. "No, you’re here to feel this." I shift my weight, press my knee into your back, and hook your arms over the top rope. With my two hands gripping the middle rope I yank it up, your bulge pressed for every fan to witness. Your toes barely touch the mat, your chest forced down, your body displayed and contorted under my control. “You’re not escaping this,” I growl, leaning close enough for you to feel the heat of my breath. “You’re going to remember this.” The crowd roars half shocked, half hungry as I hold you in place, fully exposed, utterly at my mercy.
Danny Job
You let go of my neck just before I pass out. Then you slap my bulge again and I spring up but stop as i hold onto the top ropes. You grab the middle rope infront of my bulge and bring it up to smash my balls. I start to lean on you and the top rope and barely touch the mat. My body displayed for the fans in the audience watching you destroy my body and my pride. With all this humiliation in a single night I’m not sure my career would ever be the same. I remain on my toes before you feeling your knee on my pack pushing my bulge against the middle rope.
Dadicus
I let go of the hold, watching your body slump against the ropes... spent, humiliated, leaking. Your briefs stained with the evidence of what this match has done to you. You dangle like a ragdoll, breathing ragged, chest heaving, your pride stripped bare for all to see. The crowd murmurs with a twisted mix of pity and arousal. I step out onto the apron, slow and deliberate, my boots thudding against the canvas. I grip your limp body, turning you so you're seated on the middle rope, your back to the crowd, legs splayed. You don’t even resist as I wrap my arm around your head, pressing your cheek into my bicep. I raise my free arm to the fans with a smug grin. “You wanted a war, huh? THIS is what war looks like DANNY!” I snarl, tightening my grip... and then BOOM! I drop. Your neck snaps down across my shoulder as I crash to the apron, your spine whiplashing from the impact. The sickening THUD of your body slamming against the edge rings out, and then you're gone flipping off the apron like a broken doll, crashing to the concrete below. I sit there for a second on the edge, looking down at you twitching on the arena floor, your body bent and twitching from the punishment. My tongue runs across my teeth. I’m not finished. Not even close.
Danny Job
You flip me around so I no longer face the crowd. You wrap your arm around my head and I can’t even do anything about it as you’re in control of this match. I feel your huge bicep on my cheek and then you raise my body before dropping me down. My back hits the apron and then I fall down on the concrete floor. My body on display for the audience and you as I start to twitch from all this pain and punishment. My bulge in my speedo still showing a huge outline.
Dadicus
I stand over your twitching body, sprawled out on the concrete like discarded meat, your chest heaving, your soaked bulge shamelessly on display. The crowd's noise fades for a moment as my eyes scan under the ring. I crouch low, rummaging, until my fingers find exactly what I need a damn table. I yank it out with a sharp grin, dragging it with one hand. My boot stomps down hard into your chest once… twice… three times... just to make sure you stay the hell down. The fans roar as I kick the legs open and slam it upright, center stage for your destruction. I grab your waist, hoist your limp body up onto my shoulders your weight barely a challenge in my arms. The lights catch the sweat dripping off your battered frame, and in one swift, brutal motion BOOM. I send you crashing through the table in a thunderous powerbomb. Splinters explode. The impact echoes through the arena. The table’s gone. You’re broken in the wreckage. I stand over the destruction, arms wide, daring anyone to question whose ring this is now.
Danny Job
While not even able to move I see you digging around under the ring and pull out a full table. I get scared at what you might do and try to get up. Then you stomp my chest to keep me down and I see you setting up the table. Before I could beg you for mercy you already have me up with ease over your shoulders. The lights shine bright on my beaten and sweaty body as you send me crashing through the table. The loud snap of the wood hides my painful shout as I am left spread eagle on the rubble of the table around me. My bulge still super hard and visible in my trunks. I breathe heavily as the impact leaves me seemingly destroyed and knocked out.
Dadicus
I see you sprawled out in the wreckage, your body battered and twitching. The crowd is on its feet, some gasping, others shouting for me to finish you. I grab the waistband of your trunks, yanking them partway down as a stand of pre cum detaches from them, sending a wave of jeers and whistles through the arena. The lights catch the sweat dripping from your body as I stand over you, making sure every single fan sees just how far I’ve taken you tonight. That’s when I flip you over onto your front, my hands locking on your hips. I press my girthy cock inside of you, forcing you forward as my body drives against yours in a relentless rhythm. Each thrust makes your frame jolt beneath me, your legs bracing, your hands dangling at the mat. The crowd’s roar swells as I keep control, using you like you’re mine, your body rising and falling under my dominance. I set a punishing rhythm, each motion sending a shudder through your frame. The sound of the table creaking beneath us mixes with the crowd’s wild roar, every eye locked on your humiliation. You wake up and squirm, but I hold you steady, forcing you to ride each jolt, each surge of my control. Your body rises and falls under me, every movement a reminder that right now, you belong entirely to me.
Danny Job
You grab my body with ease as you man handle me. You slightly lower my waistband which makes my pre cum sling out. I feel you flip me over and press your fat and girthy cock to my covered ass. I feel the warmth of your body on top of mine in the rubble of the table. I slightly moan out as I’m getting humiliated severely in front of my fans. I clear my head to you controlling my body over me and you make me know that my defeated body belongs completely to you. I grunt at your body still squashing mine and the pain you have caused me, both physical and psychological.
Dadicus
I hook both your arms tight, locking you in place as my weight bears down on you. My voice booms across the arena, aimed straight at the fans: "You see this? This is what happens to anyone who stands against me!" The broken table splinters under us, rough edges scraping against your chest each time I drive my cock forward, deeper, harder in. Your body jerks with every impact, powerless to stop the rhythm I’ve set. The crowd reacts with a mix of cheers and gasps, some calling for mercy, others begging me to push you further.
Danny Job
I bear the punishment of your cock going deeper and stretching my hole out even more. I moan uncontrollably as your cock grazes my insides. The crowd keeps cheering you on as you’re destroying me sexually now. I get the decency to let out “You…win” as you’re taking my ass after destroying me in this match up.
Dadicus
I hear your muffled surrender, your voice barely carrying over the roar of the crowd. My grip on you tightens, and I lean down so you can feel every ounce of my control in your ear. "Say it louder… let them ALL hear it!" I bark, my voice echoing in the arena. I pick up the pace, driving my cock harder into your body, into the broken table beneath us. Each slam makes the splinters grind into your chest, each movement sending a ripple of pain and humiliation through your body. My own breath grows heavier, "aghh,, mghhhh ....UGH!!!" guttural grunts spilling out between clenched teeth as the fans chant and howl for more.
Danny Job
You keep going deeper in me and I feel your massive and thick cock destroy my hole. I take in a big breath and say out loud for everyone to hear as the ref shoves a mic in my face and the camera man zooms into my defeated face displayed on the jumbotron. “YOU. WIN” I say before going limp out of defeat and humiliation as my body is squashed between your body and the broken table beneath me.
Dadicus
I hear the words "YOU WIN" spill from your lips, but I’m not here for a scoreboard. I’m here to break you. To strip you down in front of every single person watching. I shift my grip, catching your wrists and yanking them back to lock your arms, my leverage increasing as I move in tighter. You’re completely exposed, the crowd eating up every second of your helplessness. My sword slams down hard across your precious cave again and again, each strike echoing over the noise, each one sharper than the last. "This is what happens when you cross me!" I roar to the fans, their voices swelling in a mix of shock and wild cheers. I keep my grip locked tight, my weight pressing you down into the shattered remains of the table. Every driving motion is harder, faster, meant to edge me to my limit. To shake your whole body and make sure everyone watching knows you’ve been broken. The splinters grind into your skin, and the crowd can’t take their eyes off the spectacle. I yank back on your wrists for even more leverage, forcing your chest to arch up while I lean in, my voice low but carrying enough for the front row to hear: "Tell them how it feels…ahhh..... who the little bitch" as I reach my limit hot cum breeds your insides as I keep ramming you until every single drop is spend "fuck" I murmur as I take my cock out how does it fell to be my BITCH!
Danny Job
You keep fucking me good as you pull back my wrist and force me to arch my back. You tell me to say how it feels and the referee catches your question in the mic so I have to answer. Then the referee brings the mic up to my mouth. I start as I feel your seed going deep in me “Fuck. Your cock feels so…good. I belong to you Dadicus” I manage to say as my chest and my whole body becomes more red from the constant friction of the table on it. I go completely limp and lifeless as my cock starts to shoot out my cum at the table which gets splashed back onto my abs and chest.
Dadicus
I grab your briefs from your ankles, holding them up high so the whole arena can see. The crowd erupts half in outrage, half in wild approval as I step over your beaten form. I wipe the sweat from my chest and the cum from my cock with the fabric, then shove it between your lips, forcing down your mouth as the symbol of your defeat. With one last glare at your beaten body, I raise my arm high, claiming victory as the referee keeps his distance. The boos mix with the cheers, the sound following me as I walk up the ramp, leaving you sprawled and humiliated in the concrete floor.
~THE END ~
Published: 2025-08-16, viewed 200 times.
Apollo Dante
2025-08-18 21:40Having just read this latest action involving Dadicus I have to say the headliner for this match up “no mercy in the ring” was so apt! I had to wonder had Danny Job not see Dadicus’s previous action here!? Whether or not he had we saw another young stud being methodically broken both in mind and body! It is so brutal but so HOT to read! Danny played his part here too so realistically! But the qualities Dadicus has brings out the best in both him and his opponents! This was nothing less than a one sided squash as Dadicus took another “victim” here. Unbeaten since joining CF and I can’t see that changing anytime soon! Thanks for sharing this with us!
pinningmuscle
2025-08-17 16:32That was an intense and hot match. And I agree 100% with Price!
Price
2025-08-17 14:12There’s a few things I learned about Cuss Daddy in the handful of weeks he’s been a member. First he’s a great guy. Out of the ring. Inside the ring he’s a relentless dominator. Danny had the pride and energy and I know skills to aspire for the win; but damn Cussie was having no part of it and his early attack set the tone. This was brutal. And hot as hell!
Both guys were excellent in writing this knob throbber!
Danny Job
2025-08-17 18:04(In reply to this)
Thanks Price. Yeah it even started out super intense and got more brutal as it went on. Definitely one of the hardest opponents I have faced.
PabsTheFighter
2025-08-17 15:34(In reply to this)
Knob throbber, Priceless said. Absolutely 💯
PabsTheFighter
2025-08-17 13:59Fooking hell! I had to read this twice...that Clothesline to start the match absolutely decapitated poor Dan...and set the stage for the annihilation of the 130# wrestling dummie (no offense intended). Chops, and that rope working on Danny's jewels...smh...calling this brutal is such an understatement. Bravo Dadi...another spectacular and crushing display. *bows deeply in respect*
Dadicus
2025-08-17 14:11(In reply to this)
Glad you enjoyed it, huge hug!