Rassle N Roll Federation

Hajun_Choi: The sudden addition of my father into what started as just competitive matches between our family and the Vega family has grown into an international sensation. Headlines of my father's declaration and the reactions from the Vega family patriarch has put all eyes on our families, with the promoters at the Docklands Warehouse now fully invested in building out this rivalry through a series of matches intent on stoking the flame even stronger. With both fathers now at the negotiations table, both for financial incentives but also ensuring that the matches are fair and scheduled with consideration of each wrestler. Though it all makes sense, it has also added more time in between matches than when it was just the brothers involved. Neither father wanting to lose face, our own father subjecting us to the intensive training we grew up with as if he hadn't left us after all this time.

Hajun_Choi: With days off rare, and our next scheduled match not for quite some time, it's obvious that all of us are itching for some action with the Vega boys. As much as Sannie tries to hide it, he's too organized for his own good, having set up an appointment for "Nova" on his phone's calendar. As much as I get his need to see that boyfriend of his, no matter how much he denies it, I can't risk our kid brother, the originator of this whole rivalry, to lose focus now. Not while our father is breathing down our necks with this whole family reputation thing. Holding his phone over his sleeping face, I gain access and immediately search for Nova. Again, thanks to how simple Sannie is, Nova is listed clearly in his contacts. He stirs in his sleep next to me, giving me only a few moments to pull this off. Opening the text messages between my kid brother and theirs, there's a very brief text chain that I ignore, not wanting to know how deep this relationship may actually be. Focused instead on texting: "Let's meet here instead. See you soon." I include the pinned location to our family's former farm warehouse turned private gym, where we've been subjected to my father's lessons for days. Realizing that Sannie may see my message I sent, I immediately delete it on his end only, ensuring that Nova comes here as planned. A double win for me. Keeping Sannie focused while also getting my hands on what I want next. Sannie starts to mumble awake and I drop the phone on his chest, saying with a stern tone, "About time you woke up." Walking back to the ring, feeling more charged up for this session now that the invitation has been sent.

Kid_Nova: If it was tense in Vega Manor after Antares' match with Hajun, the pressure in the air after Orion's loss to Yonghyuk is downright unbearable. I still cannot get the image of my eldest brother's powerful body sprawled lifelessly in the ring out of my head. And it is that scene, and the threatening proclamation of the newly arrived Choi patriarch, that I can tell are heavily weighing on my father. My father's quiet displeasure radiates throughout the manor, filling every nook and cranny of the massive estate, and it feels like there is no place to go for any kind of reprieve. In addition, it feels like I have been sidelined by the warehouse promoters and even my own father, with them all refusing to allow me to have the long-awaited tie-breaker against San, but also forbidding me to have any other public match in the meantime, not wanting anything to affect the negotiations around the rivalry. In short, I am utterly restless and crawling out of my skin.

Kid_Nova: Fortunately, San and I have arranged for a secret rendezvous, both of us feeling the same way and eager to see each other away from the prying eyes and competitive pressure of our respective families. We've had to keep communication between us short and brief, afraid of what would happen if our families found out. So when I wake up to have a message from San suggesting we change the place of our meetup, I grin at the flutter that fills my stomach. Knowing that he'll see that I read his message, I simply delete it. No sense in leaving evidence for one of my brothers to accidentally find, and no need to risk him getting a notification of my response if he's not alone. Having marked the location for the meetup in my phone, I start to figure out what outfit to wear to meet him, and what he might have in mind. Hoping to finally spend some time with him out of the wrestling ring and away from the warehouse, I start to pick out an outfit that I know accentuates my fit body. Not that he hasn't already seen everything, but I want to dress to impress, and show him that this Vega knows how to properly woo a man. That being said, I cannot be certain that wrestling in some style or capacity won't be on the agenda, so better to pack some light gear as well. Nothing as formal as my signature House of Vega singlet. That would be too much. But some small tight gear that is functional and sexy? Well damn, I gotta treat my boy San right.

Kid_Nova: The growing anticipation of our meetup seems to make time drag on even more slowly, the mood and tension in Vega Manor refusing to break. But finally the time comes for our rendezvous - or is it an actual date? - and making some excuse that I will be doing an extra long cycling session today to really push my endurance training to the max, I grab my bike and cycle off to the location San indicated. I had seen on the map that it is in quite a remote location, so it was no lie that I would be getting training in on the way. After a good hour, my phone finally indicates that I have arrived at the location. The last few kilometers have been extremely picturesque, the landscape having changed dramatically once getting out of the city limits. I realize at how secluded and remote this place seems to be despite its proximity to the city. Finding a spot to lock up my bike, I grab my bag and look around for any sign of San. Thinking that maybe I am the first to arrive, I take the chance to quickly towel myself off and slip out of my biking clothes, quickly pulling on a fitted tank, a very fitted open short-sleeved button up shirt over it, and a pair of fitted pants that make my ass and thighs look almost as good as Antares'. Almost. In the right lighting. At the right angle. It you have had a few drinks. Okay, I'll never have an ass and thighs like my brother. But these pants do the best they can for me. Quickly applying some sporty cologne and fixing my hair, I then pretend to casually wait for San while I feel my heart almost beating out of my chest, and not just from the exhilarating bike ride.

Hajun_Choi: The days become just a bit more interesting as Sannie trains harder in the lead up to his awaited meeting. Knowing that this meeting he's obsessed over won't actually happen, I take advantage of the renewed spirit he's got, making sure to test his limits in the ring, pushing him to fight harder and with less restraint. Just like our father wants. Not that I want our father here either, so getting these results out of Sannie is building our father's confidence in me just as it's always been. All of our training seems to go by quicker with everyone giving it their all, even Yonghyuk who seems more deadset than ever to force all of the Vega boys to cum for him. As much as I agree, there's just one that I need. Sannie's boy. That day comes the same day that Sannie excuses himself for one of his "work schedules," easily escaping our grasp and fooling everyone. But knowing that Nova's visit is imminent, I also force an early end to our training, ridding myself of Yonghyuk by forcing him to go meet our father back in the city. With just minutes before Nova's scheduled arrival, the warehouse gym retaining its musk and sweat all over the equipment without time to clean, I shed my tank top and bare my glistening torso while wearing just my track pants. As if on cue, I hear the clink of some metal outside and catch a whiff of some locker room cologne. "He's here," I chuckle, smirking to myself. Clearing my own throat and stepping into the large entryway of what used to be a large farm shed, I call out, acting as if I'm completely unaware, "Yah! What are you doing here?"

Kid_Nova: Getting myself looking as fine as possible, I suddenly hear a voice call out from the direction of the nearby building. Except that voice is not San's, but rather one that instantly brings back very intense memories of a match I was recruited to act as commentator for. The match in which my brother Antares got absolutely dominated and humiliated by San's older brother. Spinning around on my heels to face the direction the voice was coming from, my head is scrambling to come up with any plausible excuse for my arrival here, none of them even remotely believable. But all those futile efforts come to a crashing halt as my eyes fix on you and your bare, ripped, sweaty body. The same body that brutalized my brother. The same body that had me leaking in my pants while forced to watch my brother's humiliating destruction. Immediately I feel my cock firming up in my pants, immediately beginning to tent the form fitting fabric. There's nothing I can do to prevent it, my face immediately flushing as the thoughts of that night flood my brain, my mouth suddenly salivating and yet bone dry at the same time. My heart is pounding in my chest as I see you step toward me from the building, your body now even more in view. Fuck. How can just the sight of you have such an effect on me? And yet here I am, paralyzed in place, my eyes feasting on your sweaty muscled torso, my cock throbbing insistently in my pants, my mind reminding me of the pure devastation you delivered in the ring. And with all these thoughts racing through my mind and emotions coursing through my body, all I can do is stand there speechless, but hopefully at least looking pretty.

Hajun_Choi: “Trying to spy on us, is that what you Vega boys are up to?” I yell again, my voice getting slightly more aggressive, as if I’m about to throw you down against the dirt and beat you for trespassing. You’re standing completely frozen the entire time, and it takes everything in me not to break out in laughter. I make it to you, maintaining composure, surely looking far more intimidating than the Sannie you were expecting. Gripping your open shirt, I pull you so that we’re mere centimeters away from smashing foreheads. Scowling, growling, I tug hard on either side, revealing that tank underneath and those strong shoulders. As thick as your arms are, I pull so hard that it comes right down, slightly chafing you. Rising back up with your shirt in my hand, my scowl turns into a smirk as I rub your shirt all over my chest, soaking up the sweat I hadn’t cleaned off. Tossing it right at your face, I chuckle, “Impressed that you’re actually on time. Too bad your lover boy isn’t here.” As you fumble with the shirt, I fold my hand into a fist, gently bumping that prominent bulge in your tight pants. “Got excited just thinking about him, huh?” I turn, heading back into the warehouse gym, calling back with a cocky chuckle, “Unless that’s for me?” I disappear from sight, not formally inviting you, but fully expecting you to follow me.

Kid_Nova: Still trying to come up with any kind of plausible excuse or explanation of why I am there other than what should have been a secret date with San, I am paralyzed by indecision, unsure what the best course of action is. You approach and grip my shirt, pulling us together, but instead of instigating a fight, you suddenly peel my shirt down off my body, using it to mop up the sweat from your perfectly toned body that I am trying very hard not to focus on. Catching it as you toss it back, very aware that this fabric was just rubbing all over your perfect chest and abs, I then hear your words and realize all this was a ruse, a trap set up by you to get me here. Shocked at the realization, I am caught off-guard as you bump my tented bulge, letting out a gasp as my cock flexes in response. Fuck. Clearly meant to follow you, I keep a bit of a distance as I head after you, adjusting myself in my pants as I cautiously see where you are leading me, too curious to turn back, but wary enough to be on my guard.

Hajun_Choi: The gasp you let out doesn't go unnoticed. I'm smirking the whole walk back into the warehouse gym, knowing for certain that you won't be able to resist following after me. My ears pick up on your steps, the grass and twigs crunching and cracking under your shoes as you keep your distance but stay not too far behind. You're already hooked. I turn in and wait for you just off to the side, but out of sight, of the doorway. My fingers are still dancing after that quick bulge bump, wanting to take it right back into my hands. Squeeze it just as I did to your brother, Antares. As you turn the corner, my hands do just that, swinging to the exact height that my hand struck earlier, going for a tighter grip this time as I pull you right into me. Chest to chest, forehead to forehead once more. But this time, with your body more exposed in the tank top without your shirt, I can feel the heat emanating from you. "So. This is for me?" My eyes bore into you, lips in a wide grin as my free hand raises to grip your hair. I could squeeze you and break you right here and now. But where would be the fun in that? Suddenly releasing you, I turn you around, so that you're facing the doorway again, stripping you of your tank so that your impressive back muscles shine before me. Using it to loop around your neck, I pull you in close, my sweaty chest against your back. "Your choice: leave through these doors and never come back... or get in the ring."

Kid_Nova: Following you to the building, I lose sight of you as you enter. Cautiously stepping inside, still not convinced that this is not a trap, I let out another gasp as you are suddenly against me, your hand gripping my bulge, our bodies pressed together. I know I have the strength to easily shove you away, but I don't. Because as much as I might not want to admit it, I am right where I want to be, with the Choi brother that's been on my mind since I saw you dominating my own brother in the ring. My body yearns for your touch, to feel the power flowing through those ripped muscles. Lost in my thoughts and your piercing gaze, I let out another gasp as you grip my hair, but again not fighting back. Alone, away from prying eyes, I can feel that my deepest desires have the chance at being fulfilled. But not without a bit of fun first. You abruptly turn me around, spinning me away from you as if you are thinking the same thing. This would otherwise be too easy. I allow you to strip my tank without any resistance, happy to show off my body, giving you a preview of what I have to offer. I'll admit I am surprised as my tank suddenly loops around my neck and you pull me back into your chest. But my answer to your question is clear. Reaching back, I give your own tented cock a firm squeeze, letting it throb in my hand as I press my back against your pecs and lean my head back so my lips are near your ear. "Better hurry up and get in that ring then, sexy."

Hajun_Choi: Neither of us are as insanely broad as my other brothers, but instead your back is packed with muscle. My own chest flexes against you, as if already challenging your strength despite my current control. At my proposition, you don’t take a single step. I smirk against your ear and nearly commandeer you to the ring, but your hand comes in to play instead, giving my bulge an equally strong squeeze. I chuckle, letting you move your head back to rest against my delts. Your lips now at my ears, as if following my lead and trying to take control, only makes me smirk wider. Hand still gripping your tank around your neck, my free arm reaches between your legs and grabs that bulge once more. Bent down to grab you, I demonstrate my strength and pull your head down to lie against my left shoulder, lifting your lower body up to my right. With you racked across my shoulders, I stomp, taking a slow path to the ring to make sure my body digs in to yours with each step. Just a bit of pre-match endurance testing before I surprisingly lower you gently onto the edge of the canvas. “Says the one who needed a ride all the way here.” Making sure you’re facing me, I wipe my chest and pit with your tank and once again reach forward to smother your nose and lips. Leaving you like that, I climb the steps and through the ropes, stripping down to just my compression shorts and start pacing in the center of the ring. “Let’s go, pretty boy. Unless you plan on being on your back for me all night?”

Kid_Nova: Thinking I am giving just as much as I am getting, I let out a low groan as you grip my bulge once more, my legs weakening a bit from the squeeze as I lean back more against your firm body. You seemingly use this opportunity to scoop me up, showing off your power as you hoist me up and rack me across your shoulders. It's clear that you are just trying to get in my head and intimidate me, and I know this is just all showboating, but a part of me is still impressed with the slow, steady pace that you march toward the ring, intentionally taking your time as your shoulders grind into my back. However, I refuse to let out any groans or grunts, instead simply riding out the rack until you gently set me down on the apron of the ring. It takes all my willpower to resist letting out a moan as you suddenly smother my face with my tank, the ripe scent of your sweat and musk forced into my headspace. But I know the games you are trying to play, and I know my best way to fight back is to simply demonstrate how little effect your efforts have on me. As you climb into the ring, I slide off the apron and drop to my feet, casually walking back to where I dropped my bag when you surprised me upon entering the building. Slowly stripping out of the rest of my clothes, I confidently stand naked before reaching into my bag and fishing out some of the gear I had brought in hopes that San and I would have some ring time together. Taking a moment to decide, I finally slip on the purple jockstrap that I typically wear under my House of Vega singlet, but instead of pulling any gear on over it, I simply zip my bag back up and confidently stride back to the ring, grabbing the ropes and launching myself up and over into the ring, testing the canvas with my feet, loosening up my arms, shaking out my legs, ready to wrestle. "Let's dance."

Kid_Nova: !set hp
@Kid_Nova's HP is set to 100 / 100

Kid_Nova: !set pleasure 0/50
@Kid_Nova's PLEASURE is set to 0 / 50

Hajun_Choi: Prowling like a tiger ready to decimate its prey, I watch closely as you get back up only to… walk away? I scoff and get to the ropes, ready to call out to you, but you’re not retreating. Just getting ready for battle. Your slow strip down is intentional, I know it, and appreciate it with my full staff in my compressions. Smirking, biting my bottom lip to control myself, I admire the pretty boy who came for a date becoming the warrior I remembered seeing. Only with a jockstrap on, you return, cocky and proud. “Hah. Fuck yeah,” I call out, backing up for you to make your flashy entrance. Grabbing my cock through my shorts, I give it a hard squeeze to show my ever growing interest. “Dance? I ain’t Sannie.”

Hajun_Choi: !set hp
@Hajun_Choi's HP is set to 100 / 100

Hajun_Choi: !set pleasure 0/50
@Hajun_Choi's PLEASURE is set to 0 / 50

Hajun_Choi: !roll
Roll the dice... ⚁ 2 + ⚄ 5 = 7

Kid_Nova: !roll
Roll the dice... ⚄ 5 + ⚁ 2 = 7

Hajun_Choi: !roll
Roll the dice... ⚅ 6 + ⚁ 2 = 8

Kid_Nova: !roll
Roll the dice... ⚅ 6 + ⚅ 6 = 12

Kid_Nova: Well aware that we are on your turf, I decide to take initiative and aggressively go on the offensive from the start instead of playing defensively. You've clearly invested time in setting up this trap, and I hope that by going on the offensive, I can shake things up enough to even out any advantage you hoped to have by luring me here and trying to get me offguard.

Kid_Nova: !kick
My kick missed.

Kid_Nova: Moving quickly on my feet, I close the distance between us, looking for an opening and then suddenly leaping up for a quick close-range dropkick, trying to catch you flatfooted and slam my feet into your firm torso. It's a risky move, and it fails to pay off as you manage to sidestep out of the way. Knowing it was a risky opening move, I was prepared for this and easily use my momentum to roll and spring right back up to my feet.

Kid_Nova: !kick
My kick missed.

Kid_Nova: Before I am even fully back on my feet, I am already twisting my body, planting my weight on one leg as I launch my other leg around in a wide arc, aiming right for your sculpted abs. But my foot sails through the air, failing to connect with you. I grunt as I spin around, facing you, guard up and watching you carefully. "Damn you are fast" I think to myself, having seen how relentless you were in the ring when you wrestled Antares, but now getting a taste for it myself.

Hajun_Choi: Hand still gripping my cock, I watch calmly as you approach, trying to take an early advantage. My lips quirk up and I scoff as you leap forward, trying to use strength and agility in your dropkick. But I sidestep with ease, still holding my cock through my compressions and stroking it just to make it clear that this is merely fun for me. Again you try, aiming what should be an impressive kick only for me to slide backwards and present air as your target. I give a loud “Tsk,” finally letting go of my member and begin.

Hajun_Choi: !kick
My kick connected and did ⚀ 1 + ⚄ 5 = 6 damage. HP down to 94.

Hajun_Choi: Seeing you at the full ready, I go for a few feints, reaching first for your head to divert attention of your arms. Turning my body immediately after, my left leg raises as if to strike your ribs, only to retract it was I jump and send my right foot up with a big boot to your chest to force you back a bit. The smack of my boot to your skin rings clear in this warehouse as I return to form smirking at you.

Hajun_Choi: !hold
I'm able to maintain my hold.

Hajun_Choi: With your preoccupation with your chest, I sweep forward with my arms outstretched, parallel to the canvas. You catch sight of me when I’m mere inches away, but it’s too late for you to push back as my thick arms pull you into a rough embrace. Chest to chest, I squeeze hard and lift you off the canvas, reminding you own how I handled your brother with your family signature move: the bearhug!

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚂ 3 = 6 damage. HP down to 88.

Hajun_Choi: “This is what you wanted, pretty boy?”

Kid_Nova: Trying not to let my frustration show as I miss with both of my well executed kicks, I see your left leg coming up as you take aim at my ribs. I prepare to block your foot, but you switch up and jump, your right foot slamming into my unprotected chest. I grunt as I stagger back, rubbing my pecs. But before I can even straighten back up, you are right on top of me, and before I can get my arms up to fend you off, you ensnare me in a vicious bearhug, squeezing tight and immediately giving me a taste of your strength. I groan as I struggle against you as you work my father's own signature move against me.

Kid_Nova: !reverse
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Kid_Nova: Grunting as I struggle in your arms, trying to pry myself free of your hold, but no matter how hard I try, I cannot loosen your grip at all. My muscles straining as I try to somehow reposition myself in your hold, but failing to make any progress, your arms locked tight around me in a powerful vice.

Kid_Nova: !reverse
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Kid_Nova: Refusing to give up, I grunt and grasp at your arms, gritting my teeth as I struggle against you, trying to pry myself free of your arms, but you manage to hold me locked in place, your arms not even budging despite all my efforts, my body straining as I intensify my efforts to free myself, yet still making no progress. My mind instant floods with images of my thicker, beefier brother Antares trapped in this same hold, having been unable to free himself as well, and I know I need to get out of this before you can secure it any tighter.

Kid_Nova: !escape
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Kid_Nova: Giving up on your arms, I immediately grasp your shoulders and straighten my arms, trying to pry myself away from your body. I let out a roar as my arms swell from the effort, my triceps bulging as I fight to break your grip on me...but to my horror, your grip doesn't even loosen in the slightest. Giving it everything I have, my arms finally start to slump, having exhausted myself in the effort to free myself as I let out a groan, suddenly realizing the serious predicament I am in.

Kid_Nova: !knee
My knee strike missed.

Kid_Nova: Unable to pry myself free of your hold, I try to drive my knee up into your ribs to at least soften you up a bit, but having exhausted myself in my failed attempt to free myself, my knee strike is slow, easily allowing you to shift and avoid it. I let out a frustrated groan as I find myself trapped just like my brother was, realizing how truly dangerous of an opponent you are.

Hajun_Choi: It’s absolutely amusing how much you try and struggle in my grasp. The feel of your muscles tensing against my own, completely straining themselves to the point that your veins start rising in your arms. Physically, you should be more than capable of freeing yourself. But mentally? I’ve got you fucked already. The moment I laid eyes on you as I decimated your brother, I knew. You’ve wanted the same for so damn long. That’s why you’re not escaping. You don’t want to. Not enough anyways. The slight rub of your knee only makes me let out a deep laugh that coats your chest. “Aiming for my cock, pretty boy?”

Hajun_Choi: !arouse @Hajun_Choi
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚄ 5 = 7 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 7.

Hajun_Choi: Pumping you up and down against me, I let that knee of yours graze the outline of my cock, giving you some leverage over me, but not in the way you intended. It throbs in my compressions, and I make sure you feel it by squeezing your midsection even harder, forcing that knee to press against me tightly so that you don’t have any room to harm. I chuckle, watching you continue to struggle as I just use your body for my own pleasure and enjoyment. “You’re really just my boy toy, aren’t you?”

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚄ 5 = 6 damage. HP down to 82.

Hajun_Choi: Parading you around the ring, as if we’ve got a captive audience watching your demise, I let out grunts with each stomp. With each stomp also comes a tightened flex, letting my muscle dig deeper into your increasingly weary body. The groans you let out each time only encourage me to keep it up until I’ve made my full round, positioning us back in the center as I look up and grin at your struggle.

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚃ 4 = 7 damage. HP down to 75.

Hajun_Choi: “Fuck,” I say with some admiration to my growl. “You really are the pretty boy of your family.” My fists clenched tight start rolling up against your spine, testing to see how much more I can make you wail for me. To my sick pleasure, it seems to make you tremble even more with your pained groan. My knuckles clenched so tight that their bones almost leave a trail into your own tightened skin. The way you’re being forced to breathe to adjust to the pain only makes me want to test your limits even more.

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚂ 3 = 8 damage. HP down to 67.

Hajun_Choi: Making sure you look down at me as I ease my knuckles, I’m looking up with a sinister grin. “How much more can you take?” I growl, suddenly sliding and swinging our bodies together to smash your upper back against the top turnbuckle. My arms safely between the ropes avoids any damage while yours shoulders and arms take the shock pain and burn of friction into your neglected back. “Got to make sure to balance out the pain, no?” I taunt, stepping backwards and adjusting to make sure I still can hold you. My own arms now fully flexed to maintain this hold as veins rise throughout.

Kid_Nova: Unable to free myself from your iron grip, I let out a pained groan as you begin to intensify the pressure of the bearhug, demonstrating that you are not even using your full force and yet still you have me trapped in your hold, unable to break the power of your grip. My groans only continue as you parade me around the ring, each squeeze forcing another groan from my lips as I feel my strength already starting to get sapped from my body. And just like you did against Antares, you seem to take pleasure in my pain, studying me as you test my resistance to your brutal bearhug, your knuckles grating my spine as I moan and tense in your arms, struggling to alleviate the pain in any way I can. I try to resist you as much as I can, but you suddenly slam my upper back into the top turnbuckle, grinding my back into the corner as I howl in pain, my body arching in your grip, contorted as I writhe from the combined pain from your brutal squeeze and the burning friction to my exposed back. I immediately realize how alone we are, and how much trouble I am in if I cannot somehow get free of this brutal hold.

Kid_Nova: !reverse
I manage to reverse your hold.

Kid_Nova: Fortunately for me, in your determination to punish me as much as possible, you have overlooked one glaring detail. By positioning me in the corner, I am able to get my bare feet on the bottom rope, giving me leverage to work with. The pain to my back and sides is brutal, but you are so focused on working your hold and forcing groans from me that you don't seem to notice as my legs get traction on the ropes. Feeling the way you are intensifying and pulsing your squeeze, I wait for you to slightly release your crushing grip, and then in a flash I raise my arms and slam my hands down with two brutal chops to your traps. Without my feet on the ropes, I would have never been able to muster this amount of force, but now I attack savagely, striking hard and clearly catching you unaware. As soon as your arms loosen, I roar and fight free of your grip. Still standing on the bottom rope, I reach out and hook my arm under your chin, pulling your head toward me and under my arm with a quick guillotine choke. Confident I have it secured, I leap off the ropes, wrapping my legs around your midsection and locking my ankles, scissoring your core and engaging my legs to put the punishment on you, trying to use my force to drag us down to the canvas where I can really work the hold.

Kid_Nova: !damage
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚄ 5 = 7 damage. HP down to 93.

Kid_Nova: Holding you tight in the guillotine and body scissors, I take a much needed moment to suck in some air and ease the pressure on my own core, trying to get some of my energy back while keeping you pinned down and trapped in my own controlling hold.

Kid_Nova: !recover
You recover ⚄ 5 + ⚃ 4 = 9 damage. HP up to 76.

Hajun_Choi: Just starting to back up, there’s a shift in strength. Letting out a deep pained yell of my own as you shock me with some vicious chops to my delts. Not knowing how you found such strength after being sapped of so much, my body reacts instinctively, trying to keep its grip on you, but the rampant chomps force a natural release that finally frees your torso and leaves me stumbling slightly. Despite all the torture you’ve been put through, you still move quickly, locking in a guillotine choke that gets me to grunt in your grasp while also securing yourself against me with those legs. I can sense you attacking not at full capacity, trying to catch a breath for once in this match. I can’t let that happen.

Hajun_Choi: !reverse
I manage to reverse your hold.

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚁ 2 = 3 damage. HP down to 73.

Hajun_Choi: Though your arm grip is strong, your legs haven’t fully dug in, favoring less strength in order to focus on recovery. Your weight not pulled back enough for us to collapse together and really maximize damage, I capitalize on your decision. Hugging your waist and flexing once again, a reminder of that bear hug that just drained you, I lift you up and crash your back down to the canvas, just enough to knock your head and back to force your arm to release my throat and allow me to breathe easily again. “Now, where were we?” With my arms still hugging your waist, I lift us both back to standing position, loosening only for a moment to reach my arm between your thighs. Grabbing hold of that bulge, I pick you up, turning you upside down against me for what seems to be a piledriver. Both arms back at your midsection, I hold you tightly against me, keeping you suspended like this with an inverted bearhug, settling your face right at my stiffened package.

Hajun_Choi: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚅ 6 + ⚁ 2 = 8 damage. HP down to 65.

Hajun_Choi: Letting out a low chuckle, I bounce on my toes and drop to my knees, nailing your head against the canvas with what you likely expected. A shocking early piledriver makes your body tremble in my grasp, and I can feel the weight of your body trying to fall out of my grasp. But my hug tightens, maintaining the inverted bearhug as your head gets held against the canvas and face against my bulge. “Stay still if you know what’s good for you.”

Kid_Nova: I take a moment to try and recover from the brutal intensity of your bearhug, but you have your arms around me once again, lifting and slamming me to the canvas. Losing my hold on you, I groan as you drag me back up in your arms, before suddenly getting inverted upside down. I struggle desperately, but your hold is locked on tight. You work the bearhug for a few moments before finally drilling my head to the canvas, but still not letting me go. I groan as the blood rushes to my head, your arms still squeezing my sides, my face pressed into your bulge, inhaling your scent. Fuck, this is bad and my head is reeling as I struggle to focus.

Kid_Nova: !reverse
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Kid_Nova: Trapped upside down as you crush me in your arms, my head grinding into the canvas, I struggle to resist and fight back, but any movement I make puts agonizing pressure on my neck, preventing me from mounting a coordinated resistance. Groaning into your bulge as I struggle, trying to master myself while inverted, the position disorienting me.

Kid_Nova: !reverse
I manage to reverse your hold.

Kid_Nova: But despite everything, I keep my cool. Planting my hands beside my head, I assume a headstand, just enough to stabilize my neck for the briefest of moments. As soon as I do, I shoot my legs out and wrap them around your head, catching one leg with the other and immediately locking on a figure four headlock. Clamping down tight, I push up with my hands and twist my hips, wrenching you to the canvas as I immediately start to squeeze and crush your head into my thighs, your own face now smothered in my bulge. Once down on the canvas, I finally pry your hands free of my body as you focus in escaping my legs.

Kid_Nova: !damage
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚅ 6 = 11 damage. HP down to 82.

Kid_Nova: !attack
My attack missed.

Kid_Nova: Crushing my legs around your head, I try to sit up and leverage the hold a bit more, hoping to drill your torso with my fists, but my head is still recovering from the inversion and blood rush, and a light feeling of nausea passes over me, keeping me down on the canvas, sucking in air to clear the rush, my legs keeping up their squeeze on your head as I try to weaken you.

Hajun_Choi: In your struggle, I thrive. In your calm however? I feel your body stop trying to escape for a moment, stabilizing itself despite all the pressure against the top of your head and being squeezed through your body. Unable to move from my position quickly, those legs snap forward, catching my head in a tight figure four. Despite your legs not being as thick as your brother’s I get thrown down with technical strength and immediately get squeezed between the surprising strength of them. The pain is absolutely intense, near the point of making me fade in an instant, but I manage just enough room to hang on.

Hajun_Choi: !reverse
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Hajun_Choi: Trying first to pry at your legs to twist them into my own maneuver, you refuse to relent and only constrict me even tighter. Gasping and grasping for anything, I’m forced to focus on maintaining room for me to breathe and not get choked out.

Hajun_Choi: !reverse
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Hajun_Choi: Pushing my palms against the canvas instead, determined to force a break, your body just follows mine. My neck forced to strain and fall back to the canvas, it’s evident that my toying with you has unlocked an intensified response.

Hajun_Choi: !escape
I struggle and escape from your hold.

Hajun_Choi: But there’s just the slightest bit of loosening when I tried pushing up. Realizing your head must still be reeling from the aftereffects of the piledriver and inverted bearhug, I first claw your pecs to aggravate you and try to exacerbate the hold on me by falling backwards to strain my neck. Acting quickly, I once again push up against my arms, forcing your legs to lift with me as we create a rainbow bridge with our bodies. My boots and your head against the canvas, straining my neck but also adding pressure to yours enough for me to slip out from your thighs’ clutch so that I’m standing back upright.

Hajun_Choi: !hold
I'm able to maintain my hold.

Hajun_Choi: Your feet fall back to the canvas with your legs in a bent position at the knee. Scowling and seething as I turn around to face you, I immediately make a grab for your legs and hook your ankles under my pits. Turning your body around and folding you upwards as much as possible, I angle mine in such a way to press my knee down against the side of your head in this torturous Boston crab. Aiming to aggravate the blood rush already affecting your head while also straining your back, I let out a loud growl into the air, ready to amp up my assault.

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚀ 1 = 5 damage. HP down to 60.

Kid_Nova: Feeling you struggling as I squeeze my legs tight around your head, smothering you into my bulge, it's a much welcome reprieve to have you trapped, my head desperately needing a reset after the disorienting inverted bearhug and piledriver. But despite my best efforts to keep you grounded and trapped, your persistence pays off and as you push up, I can already feel myself losing control. I try desperately to keep you down, but the claw to my pecs distracts me enough to give you the opening you need, bridging us high and giving you the room you need to pop your head free of my legs. Before I can roll or scramble up, you are already on me, grabbing my legs and dragging them up off the canvas. I immediately try to roll and twist free, but you clamp them tight under your pits and crank them back, masterfully locking on the Boston crab, again dragging me up and getting blood rushing toward my head once more. I groan as I realize you are trying to disorient me once more, desperately fighting to break free of your grip.

Kid_Nova: !reverse
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Kid_Nova: Slamming my forearms into the canvas, I push hard, flexing my core and legs as I try to straighten my entire body, fighting against the unnatural arc you have forced my body into. My legs and core tremble from exertion as I feel myself making progress, but you manage to hold tight, restraining me as I groan from the effort. Finally, I let out a defeated gasp, my muscles slumping a bit as I am forced to concede that you have me locked up tight and well under your control.

Kid_Nova: !reverse
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Kid_Nova: Realizing I will not be able to simply power out of this hold, I instead try a different tactic, pushing up on my forearms, despite the added pressure this puts on my back. I get my chest up off the canvas, groaning from the exertion once more as I start to create more space beneath me, but you hold firm, maintaining the grip on my legs and the pressure on my back. My arms quivering as I try to push up further, but even as my triceps swell, the force I am able to generate is simply not enough and I slump back down to my chest, still trapped under you in your hold.

Kid_Nova: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚃ 4 + ⚀ 1 = 5 damage. HP down to 77.

Kid_Nova: Frustrated but refusing to simply give up, I reach up with one hand, immediately finding your leg and digging my fingers into the back of your knee, clawing as viciously as I can while bracing my upper body on one arm and my shoulder. I claw as long as I can before I am forced to release and brace myself on both arms again, needing to alleviate some of the pressure you are putting on my back.

Kid_Nova: To my chagrin, your ability to dominate and restrain me in this hold despite me engaging all my muscles in two attempts to power out of your hold is having another effect on me. It's arousing me. Feeling my cock flexing hard in my jockstrap, I am unable to hold back a low moan tinged with pleasure and embarrassment. This only causes my cock to flex even more, my body betraying me as my arousal is now in plain view for you. I feel heat rising in my face, and I know it is not just the blood rushing to my head. Realizing that my body is slowly succumbing to your control and punishing domination, I panic and fight through the exhaustion to desperately try and make another escape attempt, realizing the very dangerous predicament I am in.

Kid_Nova: !arouse @Kid_Nova
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚄ 5 = 11 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 11.

Kid_Nova: !reverse
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Kid_Nova: With a fierce growl, I engage all my muscles at once, my legs, core and arms flexing as I desperately try to push myself up off the canvas and break free of your punishing hold. But your position over me gives you too much of an advantage, and you manage to withstand my efforts, continuing to restrain me as I finally exhaust myself, my arms giving out first as I start to slump down, moaning in frustration and fear, the blood rushing to my head further disorienting and placating me.

Hajun_Choi: Partly pissed that you managed to throw me down with those thighs, but also wildly impressed by your skill, it brings me all the greater thrill to have you captured again. Knee digging into that pretty boy face, I feel you squirm and push, attempting multiple escapes to no avail. My positioning of you has ensured your end. I even turn my head and watch as you strain your arms, much as you did earlier with the bearhug, putting on a muscle show but gaining nothing but exhaustion. I let out a growling laugh, as you flop back down, only to resume my enraged growl when you attempt to claw my knee for escape. “Fuck no,” I spit out, folding you back further to limit your mobility.

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚂ 3 = 8 damage. HP down to 52.

Hajun_Choi: That escape attempt has me pissed all over again. Grinding my exposed knee directly into your temple, I aggravate that blood rush and force you to groan for me. Knowing how much pain you must be in already and for you to remain in a nearly upside down position, this pressure seems to subdue you further and break down that usual resistance.

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚁ 2 = 7 damage. HP down to 45.

Hajun_Choi: With enough pressure against you without crushing your skull, I refocus my attention on your back and legs. Twisting side to side, forcing your torso to get wrenched in either direction, I test the limit of your flexibility and ensure that your muscular back is rendered useless should you escape. Not that I intend on letting that happen. No, this back will be arched in every which way, including when I finally fuck this ass of yours.

Hajun_Choi: !arouse @Hajun_Choi
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚄ 5 = 9 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 16.

Hajun_Choi: All this grinding and pulling of your legs has your back pressing and grazing my bulge. I chuckle darkly, memories of destroying your brother while also satisfying my own erotic desires flooding my head as I start to imagine all the ways you’ll be used in my domain. I keep up the pulling, practically gripping your shins at your knees now just to keep your back and ass against my bulge as much as possible. Pleasure for me and pain for you? What a fucking win.

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚄ 5 = 9 damage. HP down to 36.

Kid_Nova: My efforts to muscle out of your hold failing, my claw to the back of your knee only succeeds in drawing further ire from you. I groan out in agony as you grind your knee to my temple, the pain to my skull combining with the throbbing of my blood in my head, dimming my senses and making it extremely hard to think. But you don't stop there. With my head pinned in place, you start twisting my torso side to side, torturing my already strained core as I moan into the canvas, my spine and back getting mangled by your merciless handling of my body. As you pull back even further, I let out a scream of pain, my body getting further and further contorted as you try to force me to my literal breaking point.

Kid_Nova: !escape
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Kid_Nova: Wracked with pain, I desperately try to fight free of your grip, but you have contorted my body into such an unnatural angle that it is almost impossible for me to exert any significant amount of force, definitely not enough to counteract the pressure you are able to pile onto me with this brutal hold. My muscles tense and flex as I struggle in vain, moaning as I refuse to give up, but so far unable to make any real progress at escaping your grasp.

Kid_Nova: !caress
I please and arouse you, doing ⚂ 3 + ⚃ 4 = 7 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 23.

Kid_Nova: Feeling your bulge grinding against my bare back and ass, I decide I have to change tactics and try to somehow distract you. As you press your bulge against my bare ass, I flex my glutes tight, trying to form a tight wedge around your cock, increasing the friction it has to grind against. Feeling your cock instantly respond, I grit my teeth and push up on my arms, not to try and escape, but to give me a bit more control in how I can position my ass to tease and stimulate your cock, trying to draw your attention and create an opening for me to escape.

Kid_Nova: !escape
I struggle and escape from your hold.

Kid_Nova: Accepting the fact that your hold on me is simply too powerful, I double down my efforts to seduce you, trying to tease and distract you enough to get you off guard. As I feel your cock pressing tighter against my ass, I hope that my efforts have paid off. Having already pushed myself up on my forearms again, I suddenly let out a growl and thrust my ass forward into your cock. It throws you off balance just enough that your knee comes off my head and I immediately push into a full handstand. Flexing my legs, I work to straighten my body as firmly as I can, breaking the tension you have on my back as my legs slip free of your pits. As soon as I feel myself free of your hold, I let my feet drop to the canvas, getting me right side up again. My face flushed dark red, I stagger back, looking a bit queasy and clearly out of sorts, but at least free of your hold. My hand reaches out for the rope as I try to steady myself, struggling to regain my senses and get a hold of myself once more.

Hajun_Choi: It’s the perfect hold to break you. The way your body feels so weak against mine has guaranteed me my victory. “You’re fucking mine,” I growl, pulling you up as if there’s anything left for me to strain. But with this adjusted position, your ass is in full contact with my cock, and damn what an ass you’ve got. Despite your brother’s thicker ass, your flexed glutes show skill and the friction between us has me shudder from how badly I want to wreck it. It’s as if you knew this would be your only chance to escape, using it to throw me off balance. My knee forced off, you show off incredible strength and push away using just your arms that I assumed to be exhausted by this point from all your tempts to escape. I don’t stop you, watching with an impressed grin as you slip forward and fall right down to the canvas. You’re exhausted, but still trying to fight. No wonder Sannie is addicted to you.

Hajun_Choi: !attack
My attack missed.

Hajun_Choi: Seated on my ass, I chuckle, breathing deeply after using quite a bit of strength to restrain you. It’s been a one-sided match, but there’s no denying your willpower. My own muscles being tested to see how long I can hold on to you and how quickly I can end you. Getting on to all fours, I lunge forward, ready to sandwich you between the ropes as my claws are bared and aim to grip your back. Though you’re struggling, you use what strength you have to spin off to my right, making me miss as I just grip the ropes to pull myself back up. “Still fighting, huh? Good.”

Hajun_Choi: !hold
I'm able to maintain my hold.

Hajun_Choi: But that one little escape is expended energy that you’re already lacking. Standing tall over you, not that our heights are starkly different, but there’s a confidence in me that can’t be said about you in this moment. Grabbing either side of your red hot head, I pull you in close so that you’re forced to look directly into my eyes. Both of us breathing so intensely that saliva splatters over each other, I scoff out a chuckle and force you to turn around so suddenly you can’t react. Bending your head backwards right into my open pit, I smother your already heated face with my musk in a dragon sleeper and fall back to smash that skull down against the canvas. Legs kicked up to clutch your waist, I hold you down tightly against me with my bulge undeniably hard and leaking through my shorts against your back.

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚀ 1 = 3 damage. HP down to 33.

Hajun_Choi: !arouse @Hajun_Choi
You take ⚁ 2 + ⚂ 3 = 5 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 28.

Hajun_Choi:

Hajun_Choi: !attack
My attack missed.

Hajun_Choi: Ankles crossed at your waist, I attempt to lift and slam my legs down, not caring where they strike be it your thighs or that jock strapped bulge. But just as with every hold I’ve trapped you in, you still struggle against me. Even with your diminished strength, you try to hold on and fight. My attack strikes nothing with your constant squirming, forcing me to just keep it locked down against you as I let out a threatening growl. “Don’t make this worse for yourself.”

Kid_Nova: Although I just managing to evade your lunge, you follow up quickly and grab me, pulling me close so we are face to face, staring each other down. Heat radiating off both our bodies, both of us breathing heavily. The difference is that you have expended energy wearing me down with your brutal punishing holds and your infamous iron grip, and I have expended energy desperately fighting to escape those holds. This has put me at a severe disadvantage, one which you seem more than happy to exploit. Before I can react, you twist me around and then force my overheated face into your armpit, my desperate need for air causing me to immediately breathe in your hot, stank musk. I stumble in your hold, off balance, before you drop us to the canvas, your legs securing my waist in a perfectly executed transition. I groan into your pit, struggling desperately against you, refusing to give up as I try to fight free of your hold, my body aching from the brutal punishment you have inflicted on it in such a short period of time.

Kid_Nova: !escape
I struggle and escape from your hold.

Kid_Nova: But despite your overwhelming control of this match, I am no rookie in the ring. I already know I have no chance to break your hold on my head, your arms and grip strength have proven to be too strong. But there are plenty of other areas I can attack. With your rockhard cock pressed against my lower back, I use my feet to push myself back, grinding myself into your hips and grinding your cock with my sweaty body. Then, feeling it flex against me, I take my arms and viciously drill my elbow into your exposed side and ribs. My muscles are tired but still responsive, and as soon as I feel your hold loosen from the strike to your ribs, I grab your boots and pry them apart, bucking my body hard to slip out of your legs and then twist free of your arm. The sweat definitely helps, and the escape is far from clean or painless, but I am out. Scrambling to my hands and knees, breathing hard, sweat dripping from my heaving pecs, I try to rally myself, refusing to go down without a fight but definitely intimidated.

Kid_Nova: !hold
You manage to break free of my hold.

Kid_Nova: Trying to somehow get back on the offensive, I lunge for you, trying to get a hold of your legs, wary of the power that you have in those arms of yours. But before I can get a grip on your boots, you kick them free of my hands, easily getting away from me, my endurance flagging as I am forced to stop and suck in air, my ribs still burning with pain from the bearhugs, my head still swimming a bit from the inversion and the dragon sleeper.

Kid_Nova: Slowly, I struggle to push back up to my feet, staggering back, again trying to get some energy back, struggling to keep up with you and avoid getting trapped in another one of your brutal holds that seem to unnaturally sap my strength and energy in a way I have never experienced in the ring before.

Hajun_Choi: Again you find a way to force your way out, using my own cock against me as my body shudders and loosens my grip enough for you to take advantage of our sweaty bodies. Your elbows drilled into my side aren’t enough to hurt me, but enough to give you the escape you need. Though you’ve exerted plenty of effort to escape, I fall back against the canvas, letting my hands rub my chest as I’m finding myself more and more in heat for this boy. “Heh,” I chuckle to myself. Not wanting to resort to tactics like Yonghyuk, but needing that ass as I watch it rise away from me.

Hajun_Choi: You try to lunge back at me, thinking you can catch me off guard, but I just watch with a wide grin on my face. Easily kicking you away and watching your face grimace from your failed attempt, the aftereffects of everything I’ve done completely wearing you down. You try to distance yourself from me, but where’s the fun in that?

Hajun_Choi: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚂ 3 + ⚅ 6 = 9 damage. HP down to 24.

Hajun_Choi: Elbowing up, I saunter forward, cracking my neck left and right and rotating my shoulders. Fist clenched, I approach with slightly more speed than you’re moving at yourself. Startling you with a deep roar, I lunge and twist, spinning my arm up with a jumping uppercut. Not to slam my fist into your jaw. No, I’m not hear to break my brother’s boytoy. But my shoulder slams right in under your jaw, the direct attack sending you hard against the ropes as I stand with my back to you. “I told you not to make it worse for yourself.”

Hajun_Choi: !hold
I'm able to maintain my hold.

Hajun_Choi: Head turned over my shoulder, my face smirking cockily at you, I continue, “But foolish decisions come with major discipline.” Turning just 90 degrees, I slide over and squat, sliding my hand between your legs as the other reaches for your slumped head. Pulling you over my shoulders, you offer no resistance as I get you off the ropes, lifting you to lie across me in a facedown torture rack. My hand between your legs starts smacking that bare ass so that the skin smacks echo throughout my warehouse gym. “Heh. You sound good against me.”

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚀ 1 = 6 damage. HP down to 18.

Hajun_Choi: A humiliating spank, like a big brother to his younger brother, but also my shoulders digging right into your bulge and chest force you to keep groaning for me, only adding on to the sounds echoing in our arena. I only wish there were an audience before us to witness the utter humiliation of the Vegas’ supernova.

Hajun_Choi: !attack
My attack succeeds and does ⚄ 5 + ⚀ 1 = 6 damage. HP down to 12.

Hajun_Choi: !damage @Hajun_Choi
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚄ 5 = 9 damage. HP down to 68.

Hajun_Choi: Feeling you start to go limp, I squat a bit and try to aggravate the rack by popping back up. It’s a major strain on my own back and legs, still feeling the soreness from all the holds I’ve exerted over you, but the resulting grunt as my shoulders push deeper into your body are worth it. “Ready to sleep, pretty boy?”

Kid_Nova: Staggering back to the ropes, desperately trying to recover, I jump as you startle me with your roar, turning right into your jumping uppercut. Your shoulder slams up under my jaw, knowing my head back as I collapse into the ropes, dazed from the hard strike. My body draped and vulnerable on the ropes. I offer no resistance as you scoop me up, racking me face down, your shoulder grinding into my bulge as your hand slaps and spanks my bare ass, forcing moans and even a shameful whimper from my lips as you continue to dominate me, my dwindling energy and strength depleting fast. Thankful that there is no audience to witness this utter humiliation, I groan as you continue to work the rack, your shoulders grinding into me as I feel my body rapidly succumbing to this brutal hold.

Kid_Nova: !reverse
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Kid_Nova: Despite everything, I still try to fight you, struggling to shift my weight or claw at your body, but by movements are sluggish, my body wracked with pain, and you easily read and counter any attempt I make at fighting you, easily maintaining your hold on me and keeping me across your shoulders. I let out another moan of frustration and desperation as I feel my body slumping more and more, feeling the energy draining from me as you work the punishing rack.

Kid_Nova: !caress
I please and arouse you, doing ⚅ 6 + ⚁ 2 = 8 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 36.

Kid_Nova: Despite being trapped in your rack, rapidly succumbing to your domination, your shoulder grinding into my bulge, or maybe because of it all, I suddenly find myself submitting to your dominance. That raw, brutal power, the way you utterly dominated my brother, your perfectly sculpted body, your merciless domination all has me under your spell, and I simply cannot resist you anymore. Moaning, I slide my hand down, needing to feel and worship that chest of yours, and feel your muscles under my fingertips. I run my hand over your chest, teasing and pleasuring your nipples, gliding my fingers over your chiseled abs, feeling the firm crevice between your lean yet powerful pecs. I moan as I allow myself to worship you, realizing how much I have wanted you since seeing you in the ring.

Kid_Nova: !arouse @Kid_Nova
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚄ 5 = 8 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 19.

Kid_Nova: !reverse
I struggle but fail to free myself.

Kid_Nova: Running my hands over your perfect body, I try to reach for your bulge, but it is too far. My body craving more of you, wanting to get my hands in reach of other parts of your perfect body, I moan as I try to dislodge myself from your shoulders, groaning as my bulge grinds on your hard muscle, knowing that if I can just dismount from your shoulders I will be able to worship all of you and please you in the ways that you deserve. But despite my struggles, I am unable to dislodge myself from your shoulders, and unable to articulate my desire except in deep moans and groans, my cock flexing as I keep trying to get my hands over more of your body, needing to feel all of you, needing to feel this powerful, brutal, ruthless man.

Hajun_Choi: The feeble attempt to struggle against me greatly amuse me, making me feel just that much more adoration for you. It’s like training with Sannie every time he thought he could overpower me, my body putting him in his place and reminding him who his hyung is. That moan of frustration and desperation is so similar to Sannie’s aggravation that I let out another deep laugh, my arms easily helping you slump even more against me. But unlike Sannie, your hands wander my body. Worshipping me. Those fingers finding every groove of muscle to admire. I hum out, showing a non-aggressive pleasure for once this match, even leaning my head back against your beaten rib cage. “Wanted this badly, didn’t you?” I chuckle, seeing you try to reach for more, all the way down even. Adjusting you on my shoulders with ease though, I maintain my grip on you, holding you securely and preventing you from a spoiler. “Patience.”

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚅ 6 = 7 damage. HP down to 5.

Hajun_Choi: With you already so slumped against me, I test your flexibility further, just as I did earlier in the Boston crab. Folding you downwards, curving you from a perfect C and closer to a closed O, our faces are so close, allowing me to see that you’ve finally reached peace and accepted your fate. I grin, no longer digging hard into you as the strain is fully forced through your folded back. Forcing that face of acceptance to wince for me once more as your body cloaks itself in sweat.

Hajun_Choi: !damage
You take ⚃ 4 + ⚅ 6 = 10 damage. HP down to -5.

Hajun_Choi: I nearly kiss you. But no. I want you completely broken before I break you again. Growling to myself, not at you, but for nearly giving in to desire rather than control. My hand between your legs takes grab of your bulge and pulls you back in that direction, ensuring that you’re squarely set against my shoulders. Walking us to the corner post, I slide you off my shoulders, seating you against the top turnbuckle but facing away from the canvas, giving you your first real glimpse of the training grounds beyond the ring that shows you where the Chois have been training. Your back facing me, I back up until the back of my head pushes against your lower back. Arms raised to grab you by your pits, I flex my arms to lift you off the turnbuckle, demonstrating sheer strength as I hold you high above my head. One final roar seals your fate and I send you crashing down hard against that already beaten back with a match ending running crucifix powerbomb. The collision down to the canvas is deafening, and clearly effective as you lie spread eagled before me, knocked out.

Hajun_Choi: https://makeagif.com/i/n8l0yp

Hajun_Choi: But I’m not done. Peeling off my compression shorts, the pressure finally off my groin and thighs, I let out a deep sigh and grin down at you, cock throbbing and leaking just at the sight of you. Dropping to my knees like a hungry beast, I grab your ankles and drag you to me just out of sheer domination rather than coming to you. Legs pulled up to my shoulders, knees hooked, I fold you over so that your own package is folded to nearly hover your face. Abs forced to crunch in this folded position, I SLAM my slicked up cock into your sweaty hole, laying claim to my brother’s infatuation.

Hajun_Choi: !arouse @Hajun_Choi
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚁ 2 = 7 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 43.

Hajun_Choi: !arouse
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚄ 5 = 10 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 29.

Kid_Nova: Almost in a stupor as you punish me over your shoulders, succumbing to your domination as I try to worship your body, I literally bend to your will as you bend me more and more, pulling my face to yours, my body almost breaking as you force me in a tight arc. The pain simply too much, my body drained of my strength, I collapse in a heavy daze as you carry me to the ropes, setting me up on the corner post, like a puppet complying with its masters commands. but even after all the punishment you put me through, the sheer display of strength as you lift me up behind you has me in terrified awe, seeing how I stood no chance against you. This thought lasts but a moment as you suddenly slam me down to the canvas, the impact simply too much for my drained body and I instantly collapse KO.

Kid_Nova: Barely cognizant as you drag me to you, I let out a groan as you bend me over, feeling the cool air on my ass as you fold me up, but then I shout out from piercing pain as your cock stabs violently into my sweaty hole, splitting me wide apart as I am almost paralyzed from the intensity. My whole body goes rigid as I try to adapt to your rod now throbbing inside me, like the puppeteer controlling his puppet. Eyes wide as I try to adapt to the pain, but deep in my mind, I knew this was what I was craving since I first saw you. As much as I might loathe to admit it, I've been wanting you to own me like you did my brother, and I am ready to accept my fate.

Hajun_Choi: Legs outstretched, letting my hips do all of the work, I grip your thighs and watch your eyes widen. You’re adapting, but barely. Trying to turn the pain of sheer dominance become pleasure as I pull out and ram in without restraint. Your own cock trying to push against your jockstrap for its freedom, but I refuse. You presented a bare ass with a prison for your package? Then that’s how it will stay.

Hajun_Choi: !arouse
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚂ 3 = 6 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 35.

Hajun_Choi: !arouse
You take ⚂ 3 + ⚀ 1 = 4 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 39.

Hajun_Choi: Nothing to be heard in the warehouse gym besides slapping skin and our intense and hastening breaths. I’m growling like a starving beast, and you’re taking in breaths to try and not wail. But with how red your face is still, I know that it’s taking everything in you to not show weakness. Too focused on my own needs to show you any sign of approval, I keep pulling my hips and slamming back down, making both your ass cheeks and my thighs completely raw and red from the constant friction. I want you to remember tonight. No matter who you’re with. I want Sannie to know, the Chois will always dominate.

Hajun_Choi: !damage @Hajun_Choi
You take ⚀ 1 + ⚀ 1 = 2 damage. HP down to 66.

Hajun_Choi: !arouse
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚂ 3 = 8 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 47.

Hajun_Choi: I could finish you like this, right in the center of the ring and the heat of the single spotlight illuminating us. It’s appropriate for the erotic rage I’m in, and for your overheated submissive self. But no. I want more. You deserve more. Stepping my feet back towards you, I get into a slight squat with my cock deep in you. One arm holding your leg, and the other reaching for your waist, I let out a deep grunt, straining my muscles to lift you back off the canvas. Hanging in the air momentarily until I have you against me, seated still on my cock. I flash just a quick grin as you’re forced to watch me carry you over to the corner post. I lower you, pushing forward so that just your lower back and is supported against the turnbuckle and ring ropes. Your upper body and arms dangling precariously as you’re forced to angle yourself to not hit the ring post. Not holding you at all, just the top ropes, I resume my piston fucking, forcing you to exert your remaining energy through your body. Legs forced to stay hooked to my body, ass forced to clench my cock hard, all so you won’t fall. “This is how much you need me.”

Kid_Nova: The brutal, merciless pounding of your cock in my ass has me moaning as you split me open and ride me hard. It's not a pleasurable fuck, far from it. This is simply a continuation of the domination that I have been subjected to since stepping in the ring with you. And now I know how Antares felt. Completely outmuscled, outwrestled, and outmanned. You cock stabbing viciously inside me, dominating my hole, unable to even squirm or writhe as you pin me down in this tight roll up and claim your victory. I can already feel my ass burning from the friction and rawness of this power fuck. And despite everything, my own cock continues to throb and leak in my jockstrap, oozing precum in my gear, unable to escape the tight fabric.

Kid_Nova: But just when I am sure you are going to finish right there and then, you pause, keeping your cock buried deep inside me, before lifting me up off the canvas. Even in my daze, my eyes widen in shock as you lift and carry me to the corner, the whole time keeping your throbbing leaking cock buried deep inside me, owning me. Then you balance me precariously against the turnbuckle, forcing me to wrap my legs around you to support my own weight, my ass squeezing your cock to keep myself held up, my core burning as I am forced to flex. Utter domination and control. That's what you are putting on display. You dominated Antares and now you have dominated me, leaving no question that a rematch would have a different result. No, you are solidifying your position as the Alpha male, and my brother and I have now both shown we cannot compete with you, at least not on our own. I let out another moan as my cock throbs in my jockstrap, oozing heavily, soaking the thin material, my inner thighs already getting wet from the oozing juice, fearing what you might have in mind for the rest of my family, and if any of them will actually be able to stop you.

Hajun_Choi: That jockstrap hides absolutely nothing as I ram into your prone and laid out body. Your brother boasted thickness to his ass and overall body, but you show off impressive muscle even in your tight glutes. The sheen of sweat all over your torso and thighs makes you look even more ideal to be used, a true trophy for an alpha like me. There’s no words exchanged between us, just a ruthless fuck for a ruthless match result. What you deserve. What you wanted. Why else would you join me in here? I chuckle to myself at that thought, taking a deep inhale from feeling close to claiming that ass as mine. But wanting to make sure that you cum when I want you to, I release one hand from the top rope and CLAW your cock and balls in your jockstrap. Not the same hold as your family’s, I know when I want to use that. But a feral grip to prevent you from releasing despite how wet this package is and obviously close to shooting.

Hajun_Choi: !arouse @Hajun_Choi
You take ⚅ 6 + ⚂ 3 = 9 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 50.

Hajun_Choi: Thinking I’d have more restraint, thinking I’d last longer, but that wail you let out when I claw you package. Fuck. If only I was recording this, I’d get myself off in an instant any time I need. Letting out a deep roar that has my clawing hand rub upwards those steel cut abs, my free hand gripping your hamstring to keep myself balls deep in you, my cock throbs and shoots like a cannon, aimed at the target of claiming this perfect body as the property of Choi. They’re not rapid fire shots, instead the force can be felt in my length before pulsing out in bursts, creating sudden moments of heat that stun your inner wall. Sweat dripping all over you as your cock is forced to submit to me within the chamber you confined it to.

Hajun_Choi: !arouse
You take ⚄ 5 + ⚂ 3 = 8 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 50.

Kid_Nova: Moaning as you continue to ruthlessly fuck me, your cock breaking through any resistance the tight muscles of my ass try to give. My head bouncing almost as much as my ass as you power fuck me, I let out a pained howl as you claw my cock and balls, further tightening the prison they are in, restraining me from releasing the pressure building in my churning balls, precum oozing out onto my thighs as you ravage my body as a further demonstration of your power. But as you grip and squeeze my throbbing package, I feel your cock further swell inside me, your body going rigid for a moment as you let off an explosion of hot, thick cum deep inside me, like a firehose that has been opened, blasting and filling me with your juice, claiming me from the inside out, just as you dominated me in the ring. The power of your release is enough to overwhelm me once again, almost stunning me with its power and intensity, heat radiating off your body and from your cock. Completely at your mercy, I let out another howl, my head rolling back as my own cock erupts in its jockstrap prison, filling any remaining space with my hot, wet cum, my cock and balls now drowning in my spent juice, cum leaking down my thighs as I gasp and start to slump, the forced explosion and domination from the power fuck putting me on the brink of unconsciousness, spent and helpless as I remain speared on your cock, drained of my strength, cum, and pride, having suffered a humiliating and devastating defeat at your ruthless hands.

Hajun_Choi: Your jock so full it can't contain it all. Your ass so full it can't contain it all. Exactly who you are and how you will always be. Hands reaching to support your back, I drag you, your back getting rubbed against by the middle turnbuckle. Your upper body nearly flops down to the canvas and makes you hit your head, but I scoop you up to hold your chest to my chest just in time. That cum filled jock pressed against my abs as my cock remains stuffed in you, I walk us across the ring to bring us to the side closest to the entry of my gym. I chuckle and growl in your ear, "For old time's sake." Suddenly falling forward and slamming your back with a spinebuster, cock digging in to you one final time before I pull out easily thanks to all of my cum inside you. Sliding out the ring, I drag your jocks off your body and set them to the corner of the ring, claiming an additional Vega trophy as my prize for this evening.

Hajun_Choi: Strutting to your bag, I grab my phone along the way and make a call to father's company. Ever since his appearance, all of his company assets have been made available to us. It's the one plus side to having him hound over us despite his long absence, but I'm not going to deny it as long as it means putting the House of Vega in their place. As I click off my phone and reach into your bag for your briefs, my hand comes across your phone. Smirking, I take both, returning to the ring. Unlocking your phone with your own knocked out face, I snap away. Up close shots of your pained yet pleasured face. Photos of the red strains all over your body. And then that completely defeated cock and drained balls. The cherry on top being the jocks I've set aside, I select all these photos and send it off to my youngest brother with nothing else but the smirk emoji. From outside, I can hear the arrival of a vehicle. Helping put on your briefs, I pull you off the apron and into my arms, bridal style. Father's assistant arrives and I nod to your bag. "Just him and his bag. Back to the House of Vega." Back seat open, I toss you in, letting the cum that's leaked out of your ass and into your briefs squelch as your ass lands on the leather seat. Reaching over to seat belt you even in your laid out position, I caress and grab your muscles along the way just for good measure before stepping back and letting you be driven off. Whatever repercussions we face won't matter, the message is clear: the Choi Clan will ensure the fall of the House of Vega.