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The Kid's 1st Match Against The Ginger Stunner Proves To Be A Highly Enjoyable Match For The Crowd
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Kirk the Kidbig crowd in the wrestling club as I'm totally pumped up to be wrestling some new guy for me....an experienced wrestler calls himself the ginger stunner....step out from behind the curtain to a mixture of of cheers and boos as I make my way to the ring slapping hands with some of the fans....circle the outside of the ring......
leap up on the ring apron...somersault over the top rope.....stretching out my 5'11" 170lb toned body wearing my blue thong and barefoot.....pacing the ring....waiting for you to make your entrance....
The ginger stunnerThe heavy bass of my entrance theme thumps through the arena floor, vibrating up through the soles of my bare feet. I take a deep breath, feeling the air expand against my lungs, and step out from behind the curtain. The stage lights hit me instantly white hot and blinding glinting off the sweat I’ve already worked up backstage. I know exactly how I look 170 pounds of ripped, functional muscle carved onto a 5'9" frame. I’m not just a wrestler; I’m a masterpiece of conditioning. Every stride I take across the metal ramp feels intentional. I like the way the crowd reacts when they see me in nothing but these tight white speedo. They leave nothing to the imagination, hugging my hips and showcasing the power in my quads and glutens.
I stop at the top of the ramp, throwing my arms out wide. I can feel the heat radiating off my own skin. "Look at me," I mutter under my breath, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth as I scan the front row. "You know you can't look away." I start the walk down to the ring, my toes gripping the canvas-covered ramp. The texture is rough, grounding me. I see you waiting in the ring. You have got two inches on me, lanky but packed with that dense, young muscle you only see in guys in their early twenties. You look hungry, but you've never dealt with someone like me.
I vault onto the apron, the wood and steel groaning under my weight, and step through the ropes. I don't look at the ref I walk straight up to you until our chests are inches apart. I can smell the gym on you the scent of adrenaline and determination. "You look ready, Kid," I say, my voice low so only you can hear it over the roar of the fans. I let my eyes trail down your frame before locking back onto his. "You’ve got the size, I’ll give you that. But I’ve got the experience, and I’ve got the grip. Once I get my arms around that waist of yours, you’re going to realize just how much trouble you’re in."
I reach out, my hand grazing the side of your neck for just a second a calculated, heavy touch to let you feel the callouses on my palms."I’m going to enjoy breaking you down," I whisper. "Every inch of you."I back away into my corner, never breaking eye contact, and wait for the bell to set us loose. My cock already bulging through my white speedos. An attraction that I can’t deny between the two of us. 
Kirk the Kid
getting my first look at you....I'm pretty impressed.....your hot breathe whispering in my ear...."oh I'm looking forward to breaking you down as well Dave".....whispering back at you as I feel my cock stirring in my thong already as we move to our corners....ref asking if we're ready...both nodding yes as he calls for the bell...... 
moving out of our corners....circling each other....suddenly lunging into each other with the classic collar and elbow lockup.....pushing each other back and forth....grunting...muscles flexing....crowd buzzing.... 
The ginger stunner
I feel the surge of adrenaline as we collide, the smack of our skin echoing over the crowd’s roar. My fingers dig into the back of your neck, my other hand clamping onto your tricep, feeling that solid muscle bunch and flex beneath my grip as we strain against one another."Stronger than you look, Kid," I grunt, my chest heaving against yours as I dig my bare toes into the canvas, trying to drive you back and show you exactly what 170 pounds of ripped ginger muscle can do.
Kirk the Kid
we are pretty evenly matched and it's evident from the prolonged shoving and jerking each other we are doing in the middle of the ring....begin to feel you pushing me backwards when my muscles flex and my feet dig into the canvas to stop you and I begin to shove you backwards......
seeing I'm not getting anywhere with this I suddenly pull my one arm off your shoulder....grab your wrist....pull that arm off my shoulder breaking the collar and elbow as I twist that arm out and wrench that arm....sending you to your back on the canvas as I knee down working the armbar on you....
The ginger stunner
I feel the sudden shift in momentum as you wrench my arm, the canvas rushing up to meet my back with a heavy thud. For a split second, the air leaves my lungs, but the sting of the arm bar ignites my instinct. I don't give you a chance to settle into the hold.....I grunt, digging my heels in and arching my back to roll through the pressure. As I snap back to my feet and flip up to face you, my chest is heaving, skin flushed and glistening under the lights. I wipe a stray lock of ginger hair from my forehead and give you a sharp, hungry grin. "Nice move, Kid," I say, my voice raspy as I drop back into a crouch, bare toes tensed against the mat. "But you’ll have to do better than that to keep me down. Come get some more."
Kirk the Kid
damm your good....snapping back up to your feet before I can lock on that armbar like I would want to.....coming back up to mine as your raspy voice acknowleges my nice move to take you down but that I'll have to do better to keep you down....grin as you say it as you crouch down giving the perfect opportunity for my next move.....
reach over and grab that ginger hair of yours....pull your head in under my armpit....grab the side of your tight white speedo....jerking up on it and thrusting you up and over in a suplex...slamming your back hard into the canvas...
The ginger stunner
The moment your fingers lace through my hair, I know I’ve messed up. The jerk on my scalp snaps my head down, and before I can plant my feet, I feel your hand hook the side of my speedos. The fabric digs deep into my hip as you hoist me up. For a second, I’m weightless, staring at the arena rafters, and then CRACK. The canvas ripples as I slam down flat on my back. The impact vibrates through every vertebrae, a dull roar echoing in my ears. You’re good, Kid stronger and faster than I gave you credit for. But if you think a single suplex is enough to keep the Ginger Stunner grounded, you’re in for a rough awakening.
I don’t wait for the pain to settle. Using the momentum of the bounce, I kick my legs up and nip up back to my bare feet, my chest heaving and my skin slick with a mix of our sweat. You’re still standing there, maybe a bit surprised that I’m up so fast, and I catch that look of triumph in your eyes. I want to wipe it off. I lunge forward before you can reset. I’m not going for a technical lockup this time; I’m going for impact. I bury my shoulder deep into your midsection, catching you in a spear that carries us both across the ring. I feel your solid muscle go taut as we hit the turnbuckle with a heavy thud.
I don’t let go. I keep my head pressed against your chest, listening to your heart hammer against your ribs. I reach down, my large hands gripping your thighs, and I lift you just enough to pin you against the pads. “My turn to play rough,” I growl into your ear, my voice thick with exertion. I pull back just enough to look you in the eye, my hand sliding up from your waist to cup your jaw, forcing you to look at me while my other arm stays barred across your throat. I can feel your cock pressing against my thigh through our thin gear, the friction between us turning the match into something much more primal. I lean my full 170 lbs of ripped muscle into you, crushing you against the corner. “You like throwing me around? Let’s see how you handle it when I’m the one on top.” I pull back and deliver a thunderous open handed chop across your chest the sound echoing like a gunshot
before grabbing your head planning to execute a DDT or another surprise move
Kirk the Kid
rolling back up to my feet and suprised as you kip up to your feet quickly after well applied suplex I laid on you.....ooooooooopppppppphhhhh suddenly your shoulder drives into my ripped abs with your spear....my feet coming up off the canvas and driving my back into the corner turnbuckle with my arms falling over the top corner rope and air blowing out of my mouth......pain shooting up my spine with the blow into the buckle.....
with your head pressed into my pecs....feel you gripping my hard thigh....grinding into me to keep my back pressed into the turnbuckle.....growling in my ear.....looking me in the eye and cupping my chin now to arch my head up and back with your other forearm pressed against my throat making me gag and gurgle for air...feel my thong covered cock rubbing against your hard thigh muscle....leaning into me....taunting me then pulling back and WHACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK my pecs reddened from your brutal open handed chop to them...the sound of it echoing around the club.......
howling out from the chop as you grab my head now looking to lay another move on me as I take a deep breathe.....shake my head free of your hand....wrap my arms around your waist....lift you up...carry you out to the middle of the ring...drop to a knee and drive your speedo covered balls down over that knee.....
The ginger stunner
I’m curled on the canvas for a heartbeat, my vision swimming, but the pain quickly sharpens into a jagged, lethal edge of pure rage. You think you can just drop me on my balls and walk away? I can feel the heat radiating off my skin, my pulse thundering in my neck as I force my body to move. I roll onto my stomach, my muscles twitching with adrenaline. I look up and see you standing there, chest heaving, probably thinking you’ve finally broken my spirit. Through the haze of pain, that fire in my eyes is real. I’m not just going to beat you, I’m going to humiliate you. I spring up, ignoring the dull ache still throbbing in my loins. You don’t even have time to set your stance before I’m on you like a predator. I don’t go for a strike. I dive low, my arms wrapping around your waist in a waist lock so tight it squeezes the breath right out of you.
I stand up, lifting all 170 lbs of you into the air, and bridge backward with every ounce of strength in my quads a high angle German Suplex that dumps you right on your neck and shoulders. 
I don’t release the grip. I keep my hands dead-locked around your waist, my chest pressed hard against your back. I can feel the damp heat of your skin against mine, the friction of my speedo and your thong rubbing together as I roll us over. I’m on top of you now, pinning your arms down with my shins as I straddle your chest. “You want to play dirty, Kid?” I growl, my face inches from yours, my ginger hair matted with sweat. I can feel your heart racing beneath my knees. “I can play much dirtier.” I reach down and grab both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. I lean all my weight forward, my ripped abs grinding against yours, forcing you to feel every bit of my solid muscle. “You’re beautiful when you’re struggling,” I whisper, my voice a dark, dangerous rasp.
I let go of one wrist just long enough to deliver a series of brutal, short arm elbows to your collarbone, each one calculated to wear you down. Then, I slide my hand down, gripping the front of your thong and pulling it tight. I lean in, my hot breath ghosting over your lips. “I’m going to take my time pinning you. I want to feel every muscle in your body go limp before I’m done.” I suddenly shift my weight, hooking your leg high over my shoulder and pressing my forearm deep into your throat for a suffocating, dominant pin attempt.
Kirk the Kid
damm that felt good as I look down at you rolling around on the canvas nursing your battered balls.....rolling over to your stomach as I reach down and slap your ass with my hand....."get up stunner...I'm just getting warmed up"....suddenly you spring back up to your feet...totally catching me off guard with your resiliancy.....your arms wrapping around my waist...crushing my rib cage....hoisting me up in the air and throwing me over this time in your belly to belly suplex....back of my head and shoulders hitting the canvas hard....head spinning......
rolled over now onto my back as you mount me.....grabbing my wrists.....pinning them down above my head....your abs grinding down into mine....taunting me again...your face over top of mine....."your beautiful when your struggling too punk and your going to be struggling a lot more before this match is over"....arrrrrrrrggggghhhhhh grunting out as you drive your elbow down into my collarbone now....then pulling up on my thong pressing it tightly against my hard cock and big balls.....then you hook my one leg.....your forearm against my throat....gahhhhhhhhh gagging out for air again as you put me into your pin attempt hold now.....
too early to let you get away with that as I bring my one hand up grabbing your sweaty ginger hair....jerking your head back to pull your forearm off my throat and make you break your hold on my one leg as I bring your head down to the canvas....slide backwards a bit....lift your head now and lock it between my hard thighs as I lock on a crotch smothering head scissors on you....rolling you back and forth on the canvas...then coming up to my one elbow...inhaling some fresh air after that throat choke...giving my head a good shake after that suplex of yours...sweat now shaking off my thick curly blonde hair....grab the back of your sweaty hair...pressing your face tighter against my throbbing hard cock in my thong....flexing my thighs against your head...."feeling the power of the Kid's thighs stunner....how's the view down there...inhaling my manscent"....grinning into your eyes....
The ginger stunner
The air gets thick and hot instantly. My face is mashed deep into the pouch of your thong, the scent of your adrenaline, sweat, and musk filling my lungs until I can’t breathe anything else. I’m a 28 year old veteran, but right now, I’m being treated like a rookie. I grunt, my voice muffled against your crotch as you roll us back and forth. Every time you shift, I feel the ridge of your hard cock pressing against my nose and lips through the thin fabric. It’s a humiliating, dominant position, and the crowd is absolutely losing it. You’re grinning down at me, shaking that blonde hair out, and I can see the triumph in your eyes from this awkward, bottom-up angle. “Mmmph get off!” I growl, though it comes out as a choked-off vibration against your skin.
My bare feet scramble against the canvas, trying to find purchase, but you’ve got me locked in tight. You lean back on one elbow, looking like you’ve got all the time in the world, and then you reach down to grab my hair, pulling my face even deeper into your man scent. The pressure of your thighs is immense I can feel the blood rushing to my head, my face turning a deep shade of crimson that matches my hair. I can’t let you keep me here. I can’t let you think you’ve got the Ginger Stunner tamed.
I stop fighting the scissors for a second, letting my body go heavy to make you think I’m fading. I feel your thighs relax just a fraction as you gloat, and that’s all I need. I reach up, my powerful arms snaking around your calves. I dig my thumbs deep into the pressure points behind your knees, forcing a momentary spike of pain that makes your grip falter. With a primal roar, I wrench my head free, the friction burning my ears. I don’t back away. I lunge forward while you’re still on your elbow, my hand coiling around your throat this time not for a pin, but to shove you flat.
I scramble around, grabbing your ankles and flipping you onto your stomach. I sit back hard on your lower back, my weight crushing your spine into the mat, and I reach back to grab your chin, pulling your head back into a brutal Camel Clutch. “How’s the view from down there, Kid?” I pant, my chest heaving, sweat dripping from my chin onto your shoulder. “You like the smell of the canvas? Because you’re going to be eating it for a while.” I lean back further, putting every bit of my 170 lb frame into the stretch, watching your muscles ripple as I try to make you tap. 
Kirk the Kid
feel my cock throbbing against your face as presum now spurts out of my slit and wets my thong as it seeps through onto your nose and lips.....flex my thighs again to tighten up on my scissors....see your face reddening bringing another smile to my face....my fingers rummanging through your sweaty gingered hair.....thinking about my next move as I feel you begin to relax figureing maybe I don't have to think ahead...might just end it here when ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH feel those fingers digging into my calves and your thumbs driving deep into my pressure points behind my knees.....howling out in pain.......
feel my scissors loosening as you pop your head free and quickly thrust your hand into my throat sending me to my back on the canvas....grabbing my ankles....twisting me over to my stomach now....dropping your ass on the small of my back......crushing my bulge into the canvas under me.....cupping my chin....pulling my arms over your knees into a camel clutch move now.....my back arches slightly....my abs and pecs grinding into the canvas....feel your bulge rubbing against my spine as you lean back arching my back further and arching my pecs up off the canvas....trying to shake my head free....."screw you stunner......nice escape from my scissors but you better be ready for more escapes when I get out off this" as I shake out my legs to ease the pain of your thumb move on my calves and now my toes are pounding into the canvas behind me.....
The ginger stunner
I’ve got you arched back so far I can hear the air whistling through your teeth. My biceps are bulging, veins popping as I pull your chin toward the rafters. Every time you try to shake your head free, I dig my knees deeper into your armpits, pinning your shoulders and making sure you feel every ounce of my ripped frame. "You talk a lot for a guy whose face is eating the mat Kid " I grunt, my voice vibrating against your shoulder blade. I can feel your thick, blonde furred legs thrashing behind me, your toes drumming a frantic rhythm on the canvas. The friction of my speedo against your lower back is intense I’m leaning back so far that our glutens are practically locked together, our soaked gear sliding against each other. I know you can feel the bulge of my cock pulsing against your spine, just as I felt yours against my face seconds ago.
I lean in close to your ear, letting a drop of my sweat fall onto your cheek. "You think you’re getting out? I’ve got 170 lbs of solid muscle keeping you pinned to the floor. You’re exactly where I want you: face down, ass up, and helpless." I give your chin a sharp, final tug to really make you howl, but then I feel your chest expand a massive, desperate lungful of air. You aren't quitting. Your fingers start digging into the canvas, looking for a grip, and I can feel the raw power in your lower body starting to coil like a spring. I tighten the clutch, my knuckles turning white. "Don't you dare..." But I feel the shift. You aren't crawling for the ropes. You’re starting to push up, and despite my weight, those thick, muscular arms of yours are beginning to straighten, lifting us both off the mat.
Kirk the Kid
rubbing my face into the canvas....taunting me....riding me in this clutch of yours....your hard bulge grinding into my spine....grinding my bulge into the canvas.....flexxxxxxxxxxxxxxx my arms....press my hands down into the canvas....slide up to my knees.....then up to one foot.....then the other bringing you up with me still clinging on my back....suddenly back peddle towards the corner....slamming your back hard into the turnbuckle....slamming my ass back hard into your bulge.....
The ginger stunner
“What the fuck!” The words are cut short as you start back pedalling. I try to tighten the clutch, digging my heels into your hips to stay attached, but you’ve got too much momentum. We hit the turnbuckle with a force that makes the entire ring frame shriek. The padding does nothing to dampen the shock that rattles my ribcage, and the air is driven out of my lungs in a sharp, ragged wheeze. But it’s the second hit that really stings. You thrust your hips back with a violent, athletic snap, slamming your firm, muscled glutens and that hard, thong-wrapped bulge right into my own aching groin. The impact is electric. My grip on your chin finally shatters, my arms flying wide as I slide down your back, my bare feet finally hitting the canvas with a heavy thud. I’m leaning against the turnbuckle, gasping for air, my head lolling back against the top pad. My white speedo is a mess, soaked through with sweat and pre cum, and I can feel the pulse of my own arousal thudding in time with the ache in my ribs.
I look up through my messy ginger fringe, watching you turn around. You’re standing there in the centre of the ring, looking like a god of war with those blonde curls matted to your forehead and your chest heaving. “You... you really want to play like that?” I rasp out, a lopsided, pained grin spreading across my face. I don’t wait to recover. I lunge out of the corner, not for a tackle, but for a high risk manoeuvre. I leap, my legs wrapping around your neck in a lightning fast head scissors takedown, using my momentum to whip you across the ring.
As you hit the mat, I scramble over you, my body slick and hot, and I grab your legs, looking to step through and lock on a Sharpshooter. “Let’s see how those powerful legs handle a real submission, Kid!”
Kirk the Kid
grin as you gasp out about do I really want to play like that....waving my hands taunting you to come at me and YOU DO....fukkkkkkkkkkk out of nowhere you charge out of the corner....jump in the air with your high risk move....locking your legs around my head in a scissors rolling back down to the canvas and sending my body somersaulting over landing hard on my back as you release the scissors jumping up to your feet all riled up and getting the approval of the crowd with your move....
laid out on the canvas..moving my hand under me as I arch slightly to the side to rub my sore back as you move in to grab my legs....both our bodies sweaty and buffed....feel your going for a sharpshooter as I suddenly thrust my hands out....grabbing both your ankles....jerking your legs toward me and sending you to your back on the canvas now...come up to my feet holding onto your ankles....flip you over onto your pecs.....
pull your one leg back under my armpit and drop my one knee into your back pulling back on your leg....grinding my knee into your back....bring my one hand forward and lock my hands on your speedo covered balls....giving them a hard squeeze......crowd applauding the face paced action of this match...
The ginger stunner
Gah!!!aaaarrrgggghhhh!!!You... little... fuckin.....bastard!" The pain is blinding, but it triggers something primal in me. I’m the veteran here, and I won't be unmanned by a "Kid" in a thong. My fingers dig deep into the canvas, my knuckles white, as I fight the urge to just give up. I can feel the heat of your knee grinding into my spine, your sweat dripping onto my lower back, and that relentless squeeze that makes my stomach do backflips. You’re leaning back, putting everything into that leg pull and the ball squeeze, looking for the tap. But you’ve left your own midsection exposed. I stop crawling away. Instead, I use the leverage of your own grip on my ankles. I coil my body like a snake, snapping my torso around with a violent twist. My free leg swings around in a wide arc, my bare heel catching you right in the side of the ribs with a sickening thud.
The surprise of the strike makes your grip falter for a split second long enough for me to yank my leg free and roll. I don't move away, I roll into you. I tackle you at the knees, the impact sending us both sprawling into the ropes. I scramble up, my breath coming in jagged, pained hitches, and I grab the top rope for balance. You’re starting to rise, and I see the opening. I spring onto the second rope and dive, my body horizontal as I catch you in a massive cross body. We hit the mat hard, but I’m the one who ends up on top. I don't go for a pin. I’m past that. I grab both of your ears, pulling your face close to mine, our noses touching. My white speedos are practically translucent now from the sweat and pre-cum, and I make sure you feel the weight of my solid, 170 lbs frame crushing you down. "You want to squeeze?" I growl, my voice a low, vibrating menace. "I’ll show you a squeeze." I slide down your body, my chest dragging over your abs, until I can hook your legs. I flip you over with a sudden, jerky motion and sink in a deep, high angle Boston Crab. 
I’m sitting almost on your neck, my glutens pressed against the back of your head, pulling your legs so far back that your feet are nearly touching your own ears."How do your ribs feel now, Kid?" I shout over the noise of the fans, leaning back until my spine is screaming, putting every ounce of my ginger muscle power into hoping break you in half. 
Kirk the Kid
didn't see that coming as your torso suddenly twists violently and your heel slamssssssss into my ribcage....my body arches sideways losing my grip on your balls as you pull your leg out of my armpit......your body coiling up to roll into me quickly tackling my knees as we both hit the ropes.....slowly beginning to come up off the canvas after that flurry of moves by you when you hit me with a cross body and drive me down to the canvas on my back with you landing on top of me....air blowing out of my mouth......
yeow you grab my ears.....tips of our noses touching....your translucent speedo rubbing into my totally wet with sweat and precum thong that is clinging around my cock and balls like a second skin now......smart talking me some more.....sliding down my sweaty body now.....hooking my legs and flipping me over this time locking me into a standing boston crab......your ass settling down on my sweaty blonde hair.....arching my back....feeling the pain shooting up my arched spine.....my thong arched out and on display for the crowd......my fists pounding into the canvas.....gritting my teeth....can't tap out to this hot ginger stunner in my first match with him but he's got me good in this one......
suddenly I remember an escape you pulled on me earlier in a different situation but it could work and put all I have into it as my I reach both my hands up, my powerful arms snaking around your calves this time. I dig my thumbs deep into the pressure points behind your knees for a change, forcing a momentary spike of pain that makes your grip falter like mine did before and with a primal roar of my own, feeling your grip on my feet loosening as I pull them free as I unlock my hands digging into your calves and knee....grabbing your ankles and pulling them toward me sending you face first into the canvas......
give my back an arching and good rub as I roll over and up to my feet straddling you....reach down....pull your feet up and lock them up tightly in my armpits...slap your rib cage on either side of you to make your arms come back as I grab your wrists and pull up on both your arms now.....raising your body off the canvas in my pedulum swinging boston crab hold now......
"thanks for showing me that great escape move of yours David....looks like I put it to good use wouldn't you say" as I swing your body slowly...brushing your hard bulge into the canvas with each swing....your back arched in a U shape now....pulling hard on both your shoulder sockets....stretching your hamstrings.....ref asking if your ready to submit before you cum in your trunks which would weaken you even more with your cock brushing the canvas like it is....just holding you there now...barely brushing your bulge into the canvas as I work my hold nicely.....crowd stunned....."I can hold you here like this for the rest of the match stunner but how long can your body hold out to say nothing about your cum load...give it up ginger boy....there will always be another day to try to beat the Kid"......
The ginger stunner
The world spins as you trip me, and I eat the canvas hard the grit of the mat scraping across my chin. Before I can even think of a scramble, you’re already straddling me. You haul my legs up, locking them under those powerful blonde armpits, and then I feel my wrists being snatched. “Gah! aaaarrrgggghhhh!! Watch the shoulders!” I howl, my voice cracking as you hoist me into the air. This is the Pendulum. I’m suspended in a agonizing U shape, my entire 170 lb frame hanging by my joints. Every time you swing me, the friction is unbearable. I can feel my white speedos already soaked to transparency brushing against the rough canvas with every rhythmic pass. The sensation is a confusing, overwhelming mix of friction burn and intense arousal. My hard cock is being teased by the very floor of the ring, and I can feel the “cum load” you’re taunting me about reaching a critical breaking point.
I’m staring at the mat as it passes inches from my face, sweat and saliva dripping from my mouth. My shoulder sockets feel like they’re being pulled from their homes, and my hamstrings are screaming. “You... arrogant... little... brat” I gasp out, my face turning a shade of purple that clashes horribly with my ginger hair. The referee is hovering, his shadow dancing over the canvas as he checks for a submission. You’re gloating, swinging me like a trophy, and I can feel your thong wrapped bulge pressing against the soles of my feet as you maintain the hold. The “man scent” of the match is everywhere now the smell of leather, sweat, and the musk of two guys pushed to their physical limits. I know I’m weakening. I can feel the pulse in my groin getting heavier, my body wanting to betray me and spill that load right into my speedos. But I’m David, the Stunner. I’ve survived bigger guys than you.
I stop fighting the swing and wait for the precise moment my body reaches the peak of the arc. Instead of pulling away, I use the momentum to whip my weight forward. I let my body go limp for a split second to catch you off balance, then I violently snap my knees toward my chest. The sudden change in weight distribution jerks your arms forward. I feel your grip on my wrists slip as we both tumble toward the ropes. I hit the floor and immediately roll out to the apron, gasping for air, clutching the bottom rope like a lifeline. I look back at you, my eyes bloodshot and wild, a trail of spit on my chin. “You want me... to give up?” I cough, a dark, jagged laugh escaping my throat. “I’m just getting started on that pretty face of yours.” I pull myself up using the ropes, my bare feet trembling slightly, and I prepare to launch myself over the top rope for a desperate, final effort sunset flip.
Kirk the Kid
this gruelling first matchup between the Kid and the Stunner has gotten the admiration of the crowd for botjh wrestlers as they have made super moves on each other only to be countered by super moves to escape the others moves to keep this match going as each of us continues to break down the other again and again......both showing the effects of all of this high energy from the both of us as once again the Ginger Stunner pulls off an amazing counter to the Kid's swinging pedulum boston crab hold.......
the crowd once again applauding his move as he waits for the right moment in the Kid's swinging of his body to whip his weight forward catching me totally off guard as I lose my lock on your wrists and your feet come out of my armpits droping to the canvas and out of my hold as you use the ropes and I stand there stunned by your escape when you make your move to sunset flip me over to my back on the canvas....landing with a thud as I grimace out once again as pain surges up my spine.....
see you standing there playing it up to the crowd....suddenly thrust my one leg up and slam it into the back of your knee sending you face first into the canvas....reach out....grab your sweaty hair....jerk your head in between my thighs...lock them around your head in a fig 4 ass smothering scissors now....your nose imbedded in my ass crack....reaching back to pull on my one foot and smother your face even tighter into my bare sweaty glutes now......"yeah Stunner let's see how long you can last in my ass smothering scissors punk....inhale that ass scent muscleboy.....time to put you out stud".....
The ginger stunner
The air is gone. All I can feel is the intense, damp heat of your bare skin and the crushing pressure of your hamstrings against my temples. I’m trapped in a Figure 4 leg scissors, my nose jammed right into your sweaty ass crack while you reach back to pull on your own foot, cranking the tension until I feel like my skull might pop. “Mmmph!! Hnnngh!!” I’m clawing at your thighs, my fingernails digging into your solid muscle as I try to create a pocket of air. It’s useless. The scent is overwhelming the smell of the ring, the hours of training, and the raw, pungent essence of your victory.
I can feel your heart thudding through your glutens against my cheek, and the friction of my wet ginger hair against your skin is like fire. I’m fading. My 170 pounds of “solid ripped muscle” feels like lead now. I can feel my white speedos completely ruined and heavy with my own release pulsing against the canvas as I kick my bare feet in a desperate, weakening rhythm. You’re talking trash, telling me to inhale that scent, and honestly? I don’t have a choice.
The crowd is a dull roar in the distance, muffled by the wall of muscle you’ve built around my head. I’m seeing stars not the kind from a punch, but the kind from a lack of oxygen. My hands stop clawing and start to drape over your knees, my grip failing. I’m a veteran, but you’ve found my breaking point. The “Ginger Stunner” is being put to sleep by the Kid’s sheer, dominant power. I make one last, pathetic attempt to buck my hips, but you just tighten the squeeze, your ass crack moulding perfectly over my face.
My eyes roll back, the darkness of the “ass smother” merging with the darkness of losing consciousness. My arm hits the mat once... twice... I’m right on the edge of tapping out or passing out. Do you let the ref see me go limp, or do you release the hold just enough to pull me up for one final, humiliating slam to end it?
Kirk the Kid
ref lifting your arm once letting it drop...then a second time letting it drop....do I dare try to add more to your 1st defeat at my hands or do I let the ref finish it with lifting your arm for the 3rd time....after what you've put me through in this match that is a no brainer.....you could definately turn this around again if I gave you the chance but I have you locked up good in this ass smothering scissors and I nod at the ref as it lifts it for the 3rd time and lets it go as it falls to the canvas hard....waving his arms out....the ginger stunner is ko'd as he calls for the bell......
I release the hold right away...roll up to my feet....ref raising my hand as I place my foot on your wet hard bulge in your speedo....crowd going crazy......ref leaves the ring as I brush my foot off your bulge....lean down...grab your arms....pull you to the ropes.....pull you up....put your arms over the top rope....pull up the middle rope to trap both your arms tightly in those top two ropes......
jerk your head back by your hair....pat your cheeks to bring you around again...."wakey wakey David....time for some fun play now"....leaning in for a hot kiss as you become to come around...
break the kiss....lean over and pull your speedo off....bringing it up to my nose to sniff it...my cock jerking out in my wet thong as I do...."thanks for this stunner....this will take a prominent place on my collectable wall back home to remind me every day about this 1st big win over you...look forward to add more of your gear to that wall as well"....tossing it down to the canvas as I slide my wet thong off as well....slap your face with you...."you can lube it up for me soon you hot hunk"....
The ginger stunner
My chest is heaving, the skin of my torso flushed a deep crimson from the chops and the friction of the mat. I feel the ropes biting into my biceps, holding me upright as I sag against them. When I see you holding my soaked white speedo to your face, a low, guttural groan escapes my throat. That was my armour, and now it’s just a trophy in your hands. I’m completely bare now, my 170 pounds of ripped ginger muscle exposed to the cooling air of the arena and your hungry gaze. I can feel the weight of my own arousal, heavy and unashamed, even in defeat.
When you lean in for that kiss, I don’t fight it the taste of salt and adrenaline is intoxicating, a final seal on the battle we just went through. I watch you toss my gear aside and strip off that wet thong, your own cock snapping free, thick and demanding. When you slap my face with it, the contact is electric, a sharp reminder of who owns this ring tonight. “You... you really think you’ve seen the last of me, Kid?” I rasp, my voice finally returning, though it’s thick with exhaustion and desire. I look down at your feet, then back up into your eyes, a smirk finally returning to my bruised lips. “You can have the speedo. Consider it a down payment. Because next time, I’m not just coming for my gear back... I’m coming to make sure you’re the one who ends up trapped.”
I let my head fall back, my muscles twitching with the remnants of the adrenaline. I’m beaten, exposed, and marked by your victory but as I watch you stand over me, I know this is only the beginning of something much more intense. “Go on then,” I whisper, my eyes locking onto yours as you prepare for your ‘fun play.’ “Show me exactly how you plan on using that lube.”
Kirk the Kid
grin as you smart talk back at me...."oh it's just a down payment is it....well I expect a lot more down payments from you in the future you hot stunner you" leaning in for another hot kiss....breaking it then dropping to my knees in front of your....licking then sucking your big sweaty balls into my mouth......rolling them around and then spitting them out.....flicking my tongue at your leaking slit now...tasting your precum....."damm that's tasty muscleboy"...grining up at you as I wrap my lips around your cockhead.....
bring one set of fingers up to rub and twist your nipples...slide my other hand around to your muscled ass cheeks....run my middle finger along your sweaty ass crack and then shove it into your hole hitting your prostate with it....my lips moving down over yoru throbbing cum veins now...my nose nuzzling up against your wet pubes....inhaling your pube scent as precum spurts out of my cock and down to the canvas....my head begins to bob up and down on that hard boner of yours now....slowly at first and then picking up speed.....
The ginger stunner
My head snaps back, a jagged, broken breath escaping my lungs as you take my weight into your mouth. I’m a prisoner to those ropes, my biceps straining against the tension, but the real capture is what you’re doing to my senses. "God Kid" I gasp, my toes curling against the canvas. The moment your finger finds my prostate, my entire body goes rigid. A jolt of pure electricity shoots up my spine, making my abs ripple and my quads flex until they’re hard as stone. You’re hitting me from every angle the pull on my nipples, the invasion of my hole, and the relentless, rhythmic suction on my cock.
I can feel the Ginger Stunner fading away, replaced by a man who is completely, utterly undone by his opponent. I look down through my messy hair, watching your blonde head bobbing between my thighs. The sight of you the man who just out wrestled me now dominating me in the most primal way possible, is more than I can take. My pulse is thundering in my ears, and every time you inhale my scent, I feel another surge of heat rushing to my groin. "You're... you're gonna make me... lose it right here" I choke out, my voice dropping to a desperate whisper. I can feel my climax building like a tidal wave, fuelled by the humiliation of being trapped and the ecstasy of your mouth.
My cock is thumping against your throat, thick and demanding, as I reach the absolute edge of my endurance. The pre cum is flowing freely now, and I’m seconds away from painting your face and the canvas with everything I’ve got. I give one final, helpless thrust against the back of your throat, my eyes rolling back into my head as the first wave of release begins to crest. "Take it, Kid... take it all!"
Kirk the Kid
my finger working your prostate.....my other fingers working your hard nipples.....my lips gliding up and down over your throbbing cum veins faster and faster now.....your precum sliding down my throat......feel your load building....your body tensing....your cock thrusting into my mouth....gagging on it...inhaling your pube scent....feel the first of your hot load blasting into my mouth and down my throat.....
The ginger stunner
"NNGGGH-HAAH!" The sound is torn from my chest as my 170 lbs of muscle go into total, rhythmic convulsions. I’m helpless, suspended by the ropes, as I fire my load deep into your mouth. It’s a hot, thick torrent a testament to how much that match and your dominance built me up. I can feel every pulse, every throb, as I surrender everything to the 'Kid.' I watch through a haze of sweat and exhaustion as you take every drop, your throat working to swallow the evidence of my defeat. You don’t pull away you keep that suction tight, your nose buried in my ginger pubes, inhaling the scent of my climax while your finger continues to drive me crazy at my core.
My head falls forward, my chin resting on your shoulder as the last of the tremors subside. I’m completely spent, my body heavy and glistening under the arena lights. The Ginger Stunner has been thoroughly broken down, just like you promised. "You... you win Kid" I whisper, my breath hot against your ear, my voice nothing more than a ragged vibration. "Everything... you took it all." I hang there limp and exposed, as you slowly pull back, a smug, satisfied grin on your face and my white speedo draped over your shoulder. You’ve earned more than just a win tonight; you’ve earned the absolute submission of a veteran. I look down at my own cock, still twitching and sensitive, and then back at your blonde curls. "Don't get used to it," I rasp, though there's no real bite left in the words. "But for tonight... I’m yours."
Kirk the Kid
your cum flooding into my mouth and down my throat....swallowing it as fast as I can....wondering if this is ever going to end when finally the last of it spurts out....spitting your drained dick out of my mouth now....your cum dripping from my lips....pull my finger out of your hole...stop playing with your nipples as I come up off my knees...grabbing your wet hair and arching your head back to lean my head in for another hot kiss letting you taste your own cum on my tongue and lips....moaning into your mouth.....
break the kiss...still holding your hair...."found out what a good wrestler you are in this match David...now it's time to find out how good a cock sucker you are"...grinning at you as I shove my cock into your mouth...feel it hitting your throat....pressing your nose against my smooth sweaty pubes...begin to arch my hips back and forth drilling my cock into your mouth...my balls slapping at your chin.....
feel my balls tightening up....my body shudders as my cock EXPLODESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS thrusting out my thick creamy cum load into your mouth and down your throat over and over and over and over and over....
The ginger stunner
The air is thick with the scent of us both the musk, the sweat, and the heavy aroma of my own release. I look up at you, my eyes glassy and pupils dilated, as you stand over me, completely bare and dominant. When you give me that order, I don't even hesitate. My mouth drops open, ready and waiting, as you drive yourself home. "Mmmph !" My eyes widen as I take you in. You’re deep hitting the back of my throat with an athletic, powerful thrust that matches the intensity you showed in the ring. I can feel your smooth, sweaty pubes mashing against my nose, and the rhythm of your balls slapping against my chin is like a drumbeat marking my total surrender.
I’m a 170 lb ginger powerhouse, but right now, I’m just a vessel for your victory. I wrap my lips tight around you, using my tongue to worship every inch of your length while you drill into me. My fingers twitch against the ropes, wishing I could reach out and grab your solid, muscular glutens to pull you even closer. And then, I feel it. Your quads go rigid, your abs bunching into hard knots of solid muscle against my face. You let out a primal roar, and then EXPLOSION.
The first jet of your cum hits the back of my throat with the force of a fire hose. It’s hot, thick, and seemingly endless. I gag instinctively as the sheer volume of your load floods my mouth, but I don't pull away. I swallow hard, my throat working in a frantic, rhythmic gulping as you pump wave after wave of your creamy essence into me. My nose is buried in your heat, inhaling the raw, masculine scent of your climax. I can feel the tremors shaking your entire frame, the vibrations traveling through your cock and into my skull. It feels like it’s going on forever over and over, just like you promised until my mouth is overflowing and I’m forced to let some of it spill down my chin and onto my own bare, ripped chest. Finally, you let out one last, shuddering breath and slump against me, your weight pinning me even further back into the ropes.
I’m covered in the marks of our battle sweat, friction burns, and now, the absolute weight of your triumph. I slowly pull back as you slide out, my mouth still tingling and my throat sore. I look up at you, a trail of your victory glistening on my lip, and I give you a weak, exhausted nod. "You're... one hell of a... wrestler, Kid" I whisper, my voice a wrecked rasp. "And a man of your word." I hang there, the defeated veteran, completely marked and claimed by the new king of the ring.
Kirk the Kid
slide my drained dick out of your mouth...wiping it off on your face....."your one hell of a wrestler too stunner...can hardly wait until we get back into the wrestling ring for a rematch"...leaning down to lay another hot kiss on your hot lips....then releasing your arms from the ropes..."we could use a shower David".....lifting your sweaty nude body up over my shoulder in a fireman's carry....pick up my thong and newly aquired white speedo...both totally wet with sweat and precum...climb out onto the ring apron...jump down to the floor heading through the crowd towards the back of the club to loud applause and some of the guys reaching out to touch our bare glutes......
The ginger stunner
I don't even have the strength to protest as the world tilts and I’m draped over your broad, muscled back. My head hangs down behind you, my ginger hair damp and matted, watching the canvas recede as you step out onto the apron. Every time you move, I feel the solid, rhythmic shift of your glutens beneath my chest. The crowd is a wall of noise whistles, cheers, and the heavy thud of hands slapping against our bare skin as you carry me through the aisle. I can feel the occasional touch on my own ass as we pass, but my focus is entirely on the way your skin feels against mine, slick and hot.
I’m staring at the trophies hanging from your hand my own white speedos and your thong, both heavy with the evidence of how hard we pushed each other. It’s a surreal sight, the veteran being carried out like a prize by you. "You're making... a hell of an exit Kid," I murmur against your back, the vibrations of my voice lost to everyone but you. As we push through the curtain and the arena noise begins to fade into the tiled hum of the back hallways, the air turns cooler, but the tension between us stays white hot. My 170 lbs of spent muscle is completely dead weight on you, but you carry me like I’m nothing, your stride steady and confident.
"A shower sounds like a dangerous idea" I rasp, a pained but genuine smirk crossing my face. "I'm already drained, and I have a feeling you aren't done making me pay for that head-scissors earlier." You kick open the door to the private showers, the steam already starting to rise, and I prepare myself for the second round of whatever 'The Kid' has in store for me away from the cameras.
Published: 2026-02-27, viewed 162 times.
Ben Dudman
2026-03-14 10:05What an amazing match! A great read. WIll there be a rematch? Hope so.
fury2014
2026-03-06 17:42Great match up between the two...........
Wrestler 22 Kid
2026-02-27 13:56I agree what great match between both The ginger stunner and the Vet Kirk the kid both show themself in this match going at each other the kid showed he was not going down easy! The veteran move on Kirk taken him down with that ass smothering scissor hold then even hotter ending great hot match guys!
The ginger stunner
2026-02-27 11:05Thank you so much, really appreciate that
Guysmiley
2026-02-27 06:50Two extraordinary wrestlers, each determined to best the other…and its anyone’s guess as to just who it would be. But the kid proved once again that he’s a force to be reckoned with. I don’t know about the rest of the readers, but this was a match to write home about. Thanks for sharing.