Rassle N Roll Federation

The following evening, I arrive at the Warehouse early enough to give myself time to shower and change, packing my thick bulge and heavy balls into my favourite red mesh jockstrap before stepping into my signature crimson and white House of Vega singlet and matching red and white wrestling shoes. My name displayed proudly across my chest, I check myself out in the mirror, before running through my pre-match warm up routine, getting loosened up and mentally psyched up for the match. The promoter didn't give me any details about my opponent, intentionally keeping him and his identity a secret, so I have no idea who I am about to face out there or how we will match up physically. Finally, a staff member comes to the door and lets me know that my match is about to get introduced, so I should be ready to make my way to the ring.

I confidently jog out of the back area toward the ring, high-fiving the fans seated and standing near the aisle, before diving up onto the apron and sliding under the ropes. With explosive force, I push up and spring to my feet, bouncing on my toes as I grin to the crowd, flexing my arms and running my fingers through my blonde hair, giving the fans a good view of my biceps and deep pit, proudly displaying the House of Vega brand on my signature gear, ready to test myself against this latest challenger.

After entering scene of wrestling, I took lots of wrestling and won most of the games. Now, I start to wander for another fun of wrestling. And I saw the wrestling of 'Daddy Vega' and feel something horny and feel my cheek blushed. When I saw Daddy Vega's wrestling, I unwittingly put my hand on my bulge and massaged my bulge. I'm surprised because I didn't feel something erotic or horny during the match before. But, this man makes me more excited. I call to promoter of House of Vega, and sent him a message that I wanted to challenge Daddy. But, He said I couldn't challenge him right away. However, there was a way. He said he would give Daddy a chance to challenge if I beat more than two of his 4 child. I accepted without hesitation. Yes. [Journey of Vega Trials] is started.

The evening of match, the promoter leads me to the locker room behind the arena. He says to me to change my clothes to gear and wait the announcer calling, and goes out. In empty locker room, I stand in front of locker and put my bag into locker. I strip my clothes and start wearing my wrestling gears. First, Black tight triangular trunks, left black thigh band, and finally wear red boots. At back of trunks, red 'Dominant Heart' is written with Heart mark. I take a deep breath, feeling some nervous at first match of Vega house. I heard the announcer calling the opponent and the crowd roar loudly. After the crowd calmed down a little, Announcer calls me.

I enter the arena and stand infront of door. I look crowds first and ring where you are already in. Most of the audience are still fans of your family, but I smirk. I walk to ring with passing the crowds, and climb up ring, stand on apron. I enter the ring between top and middle rope, and walk to corner. I climb up the turnbuckle and look down the crowds, and smirk with my handsome face. I flex with double biceps pose to crowds, and some of crowds cheer to me. I step down on canvas and lean to turnbuckle, watching you carefully and waiting the match begin.

I watch you closely as you make your way toward the ring, your gear and attitude exuding a strong sense of power and confidence. This is far from your first time in the ring, and you have the swagger of someone who is used to winning. The height difference between us also does not go unnoticed, although I am quite used to wrestling guys taller than me. Watching you flex, I slide my thumbs under the straps of my singlet, tugging on them as I flex and bounce my pecs, before letting the straps snap back into place. Circling back to my corner, I give you a nod, ready to test that handsome muscled body of yours. Here in the Warehouse, there is no referee. The matches here are just raw battles between wrestlers until one manages to fully exhaust or drain the other, dominating his opponent and proving who the alpha of the ring is.

Rolling my broad shoulders, I push out of the corner and make my way toward the center of the ring to meet you, ready to get the action underway.

Meeting you in the center of the ring, I immediately begin to circle, mindful of the extra reach you have. Avoiding a collar and elbow lockup, not wanting to allow you to utilize your height and reach advantages right from the start, I instead plant my foot and fire off a quick backhand chop at your smooth pecs, testing your resistance.

Landing the chop, I don't even wait to see if you stagger back a step or not, instead lunging forward as I drop my shoulder and barrel into you. Grunting, I slam my broad muscled shoulder into your core, my arms reaching down to wrap around your thighs and hamstrings. Pressing forward, I hoist you off your feet with a lift and carry, taking several steps toward the corner before slamming you down on your upper back and neck, the ring shaking from the impact as I release you and step back a few steps, watching you closely.

When we meet in center of ring, I raise my arms to lock up our collar and elbow, as starting the match. But with your shorter height, you smash your forearm hard into my pecs. CHOP!! "UGH!!" I grunt hard while my meaty pecs are shaken up and down, I step backwards with clutching my pecs and frown my face. "Shit..." But before I get some response, my body is bent forward over your back when you dig your broad shoulders into my abs and I finally fall backwards hard with your take down. "UGHH!!"

But I also have to act quickly, I look you up and you try to step backwards. Before you move away from me, I swipe my right leg to left to trip you with my foot. I feel your weight lose its balance, and fall backwards in center of ring. With short shock, the ring shake slightly, and I try to sit up on my ass.

After you land your body on canvas, I charge to you. I grab your both wrists with my hands and make you fall backwards to lie on your back. I pin your both wrists over your head first, and hook your outside of thighs with my thighs. I snake my whole legs and anchor your inner ankles with my ankle. I look down your face feeling some frustration? and smirk like evil. "Where you go, huh? The match is started, and there is nowhere you can go before you're done." I start spreading your legs widely and stretching your crotch with my grapevine. Because of my longer legs, The harder I flex my legs, the more your legs are spread.

Not expecting you to react so quickly after the slam, I stumble as you sweep my feet, losing my balance and crashing to the canvas. Before I can even roll, you are on top of me, your taller body pinning me down as you grab my wrists and drag my thick arms up, pinning my hands above my head. I immediately try and get my legs up defensively, but again you are quicker, your ankles hooking mine as you force me into a grapevine and start stretching my groin. I let out a pained growl as you use your longer limbs to pin and stretch me, struggling against you as our bodies press together, trying to ignore your trash talk and focus on regaining control of the action.

Struggling beneath you, I flex my arms and legs, trying to pry any of my limbs free of your grip, but you hold me down tight, keeping my planted and stretched on the canvas. I let out another growl as I struggle against you, refusing to give in but already feeling the strength that you have, knowing I need to get out of this hold quickly before you can use it to wear me down further.

Grunting loudly as I flex, my arms and legs swelling as my muscles work to counter your grip and stretch, but you continue to keep me pinned and held down. I squirm and groan under you, our bulges rubbing together as I fight desperately to escape this hold, my cock already responding to our close body contact as you continue to pin me down, demonstrating your strength and control.

Giving it everything I possibly have, I let out a roar and arch my back, thrusting my groin upwards into your own, immediately causing my cock to harden in response. But this also causes your body to arch in response, weakening your position and giving me just enough space and leverage to slip one of my legs free of yours, then the other. Allowing you to keep my arms pinned to the canvas, I instead swing my thick muscled legs up, wrapping them around your leaner midsection and locking my ankles tight behind you. Then with a grunt, I crush my thighs together and pull you down to the side, getting you off me as I start to work you in a tight bodyscissors, pulsing and flexing my muscled thighs around your core. "How's that feel, sexy?"

!damage

Continuing spreading your groin hard, I heard your groan, grunt and feel your try to escape my hold. Each time you make your arch of back, It feels like thrusting your bulge up and I feel your hardon start reacting. I grin and look down your struggling face. “Hm-? Do you already feel hot? Well, I think your bulge feels it, rig—NRGH?” My mistake. I think I completely lock you, but you release your ankles from mine. When my body is between your crotch, your thighs wrap my waist fast and make me fall to my right. “UGH! Agg—ghh—-“ I groan out when your thighs start digging into my side.

After falling with my right, I grab your both pumped thighs with my hands. It’s like a steel, and it’s hard to claw my fingers into your muscles. “Ahh—! Ori—Ahhh!” I groan out and frown my face hard because of pain of core. When I look up your face, you look my face and have a slight smile at your face. “Not—Ahhh—bad—!”

I feel your thighs dig harder and harder, already hard my ripped abs to keep the shapes. “AHHH—! Fuckk…” Even though my try to damage your thighs, it dosen’t work at all. So, I grab your ankles behind of my back with my both hands. I roar and start untangling your ankles, and when I make a little gap between your thighs, I roll out from your crotch. “Gash!” I take a deep breath and roll to ropes and grab it to take a breath.

When I start kneeling up and try to standing up, I look down my bulge and see my cock slightly hard. I think it’s because your ass was in front of my bulge. “Wow.. You make me hot, Orion!!” With loud shout, I charge to you still lying on canvas. Before I get to you, I jump in an air, lift my right arm up, and fall down over you with smashing your meaty pecs with my Elbow drop. “Payback of your chop!”

It's far too early in the match for either of us to reasonably expect to keep the other held in a hold for very long. I grunt as you manage to escape my muscles thighs, taking a moment to shake out my legs, still feeling a bit of the burn from the groin stretch your grapevine caused. But this leaves me open for your quick yet solid elbow to my pecs. I grunt as my body lips slightly from the impact. "Fucker..."

I shove you off me, rolling up quickly as I try to fire a heavy fist at your muscles torso, but you are already rolling to the side, neatly out of range of my reach. Frustrated, I push myself up to my knees, watching you closely.

As soon as you start to get back up to your feet, I make my move. Opponents often underestimate my speed and explosiveness due to my shorter beefy build. So it's always a pleasure for me to catch them off guard as I now do with you, launching myself up like a sprinter, arms spreading wide to wrap around your upper legs as I slam my broad muscles shoulder into your abs and drive you back to the corner, slamming your back into the post.

After feeling your pecs shaken by my elbow drop, I quickly roll side and try to stand up on my feet. But, as I stand up straight, your shoulder is already in front of me. “Gasp!” I cough hard and my body is bent forwards, and dragged with fast speed. “Cuff!!” I gasp again when you make my back smashed again. “Arrggghh…”

I try to straighten my body up first and wrap my arms around your waist and try to lift you up over my shoulders. But, you already squat down and dig my abs with your shoulders, so it’s hard to lift you up.

I try again my hug to lift you up, but your weight, already similar to me, is struggling not to be lifted up. “Fuckkk… You’re so tough, sexy…”

Because I struggle between your shoulder and post, and I feel your hot breath at my bulge. I feel my bulge slightly erected up. “Fucker…” I grab your both shoulders and try to detach your shoulder from my abs.

You smartly try to get your arms around me and lift me up, but my beefier, bulkier, more compact build plays to my advantage, making it difficult for you to get a hold on me. You change tactics, instead trying to push me away from you, all the while you are still backed in the corner.

Instead of resisting you, I allow you to shove me back, separating us. But as soon as you do, I straighten up to my full 5'6" and leap, launching a close range dropkick, the soles of my wrestling shoes slamming into your chest, keeping you in the corner.

Dropping to the canvas, I quickly roll up to my feet, looking to make a quick follow up and get you tangled up in the ropes, but you manage to fend me off before I can get a good grip on your long arms.

Watching you struggling frantically to keep free of my grip, my bulge stirs some more in my singlet as I try once again to get a hold of your long powerful limbs, but you continue to fight me off, the dropkick not having taken enough of the fight out of you as you resist me. "Damn you are one hot wrestler. I can't wait to have my hands all over every part of you."

When I try to push you backwards against your power, I keep my groan hard from my mouth. "Fuuuckkk...." I think when your shoulder is detached from my core, my power wins yours finally. But it's wrong. You quickly jump in an air and dig your boots into my meaty pecs. "OOOFF!!" I gasp hard again as my back digs into turnbuckle one more time. My both arms are tangled over the top ropes, and I cough again and again. You try to grab my arm, but I shake your hand off from my arm. But you try again to grab my arm with stretching your arm. At that, I quickly duck under your stretched arm and stand behind of you. I push you to turnbuckle and press your body between turnbuckle and my muscles. "What did you say? Well.. I'll be the one who get your all muscles and others." I grin and wrap my arms around your waist. I start lifting you up in an air and start squeezing your waist in my bearhug behind you.

I walk around in the ring, with bouncing you each my step. With Every bouncing, My biceps digs into your side, while my forearms press your abs hard. After some parading, I stand in center of ring with making us shining under the arena's light. I start pumping my vein of both arms more and more, and squeeze your waist harder and harder. I grab my left wrist with my right hand to make my squeezing more narrow and stable. "Now. How that feel, sexy? Want to give up now, huh?"

But with bouncing you in my bearhug, I feel my bulge is tucked between your ass crack through your singlet. "Fuck... Feel so good...." It feels like jerking off, so my shaft start being bigger and harder in my trunks. I want to take you now, but the rule is rule. I pull my forearm to me more to make your waist sqeezed, while thrust my waist front. The gap between my body and arm is narrower and I feel your core is more damaged. Smirk.

My failed attempts to tie you up in the corner leave me vulnerable, something which you smartly capitalize on as you get behind me and ensnare me in your long, muscled arms. I let out a shocked groan as you immediately begin to squeeze, working me in a classic House of Vega hold. I squirm and struggle but you only hold me tighter, even beginning to parade me around the ring as you pump your arms, each flex drawing another pained groan or gasp from my lips. Feeling your bulge firming and flexing against my ass, I try to distract you by flexing my glutes, but you simply tighten your grip even further, the biggest flex so far as I cry out in pain, eyes starting to show a bit of panic as you punish me in one of our own notorious holds. House of Vega fans shouting and pleading for me to escape your punishing grip, others cheering you on as I struggle to pull myself together.

Catching myself before I let the panic take hold, I firmly grip your arms to better support myself and take a deep breath, trying to calm my mind. Panicking or taking desperate moves won't help me at all, and this is far from my first time in the ring. Despite the danger I find myself in, I take a moment to collect myself and focus, before working to free myself.

Taking that moment for situational awareness was key. Hands still gripping your arms for leverage, I swing my legs back and hook my feet behind the back of your muscular legs to further take pressure off my core. Then, bracing myself, I slam my head backward with a rear headbutt to your handsome face. My skull connects solidly, and I immediately feel your arms loosen and your feet stagger as the impact of the headbutt may have dazed you. I waste no time prying myself free and immediately turning around to face you, before locking you in my own powerful bearhug. I might be shorter than you, but your leaner core is almost perfectly designed for my thick arms to ensnare, and I lock on tight and begin to crush tight, my arms immediately swelling as I flex. With a grunt, I arch back, lifting you off your feet, as I start giving you a taste of my own crushing power.

"My father calls this hold 'Daddy's Discipline'. I don't have a name for mine yet, but maybe we can come up with something while you squirm."

I grin with making you in trouble. I heard some of crowds start cheering me and I nod to them with charming smile. But you're still a tough wrestler. I feel you hook my leg with your leg. My eyes open widely and I try to react at your move. Before I react, the thunderclap comes through my head. "UGh!!" My head is tilted backwards, and my arms release your core immediately. I grab my forehead and try to step backwards. But before I get back, your arms wrap my core tightly and lift me up. "UUGGHHH!! FUCKK!!!" Because of your height, my feet is detached from canvas slightly. But My back, already damaged by slammed at canvas and turnbuckle, is wrecked again by your forearm. I grab your forearm behind my back and grunt loudly.

I look down your face, satisfied with succeeding holding me in your terrible bearhug. I gasp and pant my pecs to catch my breath, and think our position. Because of different of height, your face is already in front of my pecs. Instead to try release your arm with my hands, I start moving my arms in front. I wrap my left arm around back of your head, and hook my left wrist with my right elbow pit. I pull your face into my deep valley of pecs to make your nose tucked between my pecs. Finally I lock you in Pecs-smother headlock. When I flex my pecs and biceps together, I feel your hug is loosened and I land my feet on canvas. "Well. I think we don't need to think about that, Ori. Because, It will never be used again."

After landing my feet on canvas, I start focusing on crushing your head. I start bulging and loosening my both pecs continuously to make my pecs press and loosen your cheek and make you smother into my valley. And I keep flexing my biceps to make your head squeezed harder and harder. I look down your top of head, and kiss to it as a signal. I hook my right leg behind of your left leg, and fall forwards with you. You fall down on your back, while my body is fallen over your body with my weight. The ring shakes with large thud because of our both weight. I can't see your face because it is tucked at my pecs, but I smirk and keep my hold to make you in more trouble.

Squeezing my thick arms together as I work you in my bearhug, trying to wear you down, enjoying the sound of you groaning as I flex and constrict you in my tight hold. But your own powerful arms are still free and with their long reach, I have no chance to pull my head back as you wrap your arms around my head and force my face into your already sweaty pecs. I let out a muffled moan as you start to smother and compress my head, instantly losing my own hold on you as you reclaim control in the ring. You further this control by forcing us down to the canvas, pressing your body on top of mine as you pin me down and continue smothering me, forcing me to breathe in your scent as I moan and squirm under you, struggling desperately to fight back.

While you have my head tightly trapped, my arms and legs are still completely free. Reaching up, I plant my hands on your shoulders and groan as I push down as much as I can, working to slide your sweaty body down along my slick singlet, working to free my face from your smooth, delicious pecs. This not only lets me get my face free to breathe again, but also puts your lean core in perfect position for me to swing my legs up and lock tight on your waist. Locking my ankles, I grunt and crush my thighs into you, again putting my thick muscle to work to try and squeeze and weaken you, my crushing power clearly one of my best assets.

With my legs flexed tight around you and holding us close together, I reach up and grip your biceps in each of my hands, fingers curving around your impressive muscle as I start to massage and knead your arms, both to control and entice you. At the same time, I start to gyrate my hips, grinding my pelvis and core up against your bulge, feeling it responding to my movements. Pressing my lips close to your ear, I whisper seductively "feels like someone is really starting to enjoy this".

Because my whole body cover your head and body, the crowds can see only my broad and muscular back, my ass with covered black tight trunks, and your four limbs. I grin with feeling your hot breath on my valley of pecs and making the sweat at there. But with your free limbs, you start countering. Your muscular thighs are lifted up and wrap my waist. Again painful bodyscissors. “Uggghhh——! Noo—-!!” The crowds can’t see your face and body, but they see your legs wrapping my legs and start cheering you again. I grunt loudly and feel my arms loosened. Your face released from my pecs, and my pecs are already soaked by your warm breath and my sweat

The crowds can’t see in detail what is happening now. But when you thrust your hip up and grind your bulge into mine, they can watch my ass is bounced up hard and hear my moaning sounds. “A—ah! Nr—gh! Fuuuuck—…” This my first match with my bulge, so I can’t block that moans flowing from my mouth. With one sharp thrust, my cock is fully hard and makes a small spot on my trunks with pre.

So I'm determined to keep mine and yours apart. Before you wrap my upper body with playing with my biceps, I kneel up and straighten my body up with releasing your body from pressure of my muscles. Finally the crowds can see our both front body, already soaked and glistening with our breath and sweat. I shake your hands off from my biceps and wrap my arms around each of your thigh. I start to stand up on my feet, while you’re dangled upside down, still your ankles locked behind my back. I twist my body to make your body roll to lie on your pecs. Then I slowly sit down on your lower back. My sitting movement makes your back arched backwards, and feel you pain, so your ankles are loosen and slide through my arms. Finally, your shins are tucked under my sweat armpits, while your feet are locked behind my back. I lock you in painful Boston Crab and stretch your back backwards hard. “Yeahh—! I can also feel like someone is really starting to enjoy this, this Pain!”

After stabilizing my posture with Boston Crab, I release your left leg from my right armpit and make it fallen down on canvas. Instead, I grab your right knee with my right arm, and lean slightly backwards more, to stretch your lower back and right leg more in Single Boston Crab. I look down and I can see your hard bulge covered with your singlet. I lean more to make crowds see that bulge. “Common~! Take that pictures of House Vega’s helpless bulge!”

Working to squeeze you in my thick thighs, again trying to leverage my beefier body and raw power to work over my leaner, taller opponent. But you prove how strong and skilled you are, pushing up to your knees, then your feet, holding my legs even as I try to twist and force you back down to the canvas. But you manage to force me over to my chest, and I let out a groan as you work me into a Boston Crab, immediately feeling the pain in my back. "Fuccckkkk...nooo....."

You release one of my legs, so that you can double your efforts on just one of them, stretching me out and pulling me up off the canvas, my bulge lifting up off the canvas as you taunt me and encourage the crowd to take pics of my package, trying to humiliate me. Damn, this is not good for me or the House of Vega...

With your attention on the crowd and just holding one of my legs, I make a desperate play. Bracing myself on my forearms, I kick my free leg back up at you, slamming the sole of my shoe into your body. I must catch you by surprise, because I feel your grip on my leg loosen immediately. I waste no time fighting to free my leg from your hands and crawl forward on my arms, dragging myself out from under you to escape this painful hold.

Free of your hold, I try to quickly push myself up to my feet, but I'm not fast enough, the match taking its toll on my body. You are already facing me as I get back to my feet, already watching me and ready to anticipate any move that I would try to make. Instead, I hesitate and back off a bit, shaking out my leg, watching you warily.

 As I enjoy seeing you controlled under my hold and crowds taking pictures, your left boot flies into my body. Before I react, your left sole digs into my pecs hard. “UGH!” With the sharp shock, I grunt shortly and my hold is released without my intention. When My body is fall backwards, you start crawling forward, so my ass slides down and fall on canvas, my upper body falls on canvas with losing the balance. I slowly sit up and kneel up. I look down my bulge, fully erecting with pumping vein under my trunks, so I adjust my trunks first. I finally stand up on my feet and watch you, already shaking your legs.

I grin widely and walk to you, grab your back of head. “You’re mine, Orion.” Then I start pulling your head down to make your body bent forward, and hook my left arm over your back of head. I grab your left arm to make it hook over my back of head, and grab side of singlet, and waistband of your jockstrap together, with my right hand. “Time to fly. Enjoy the rollercoaster.” I whisper to your ear and lift you up high over my shoulder, and fall backwards to slam your wrecked back with Suplex.

‘THUD!’ With large shock, the ring shakes with echoes. But I don’t release my hooking over back of head. I twist our both body together to lie on our abs. I start kneeling up and standing up on my feet with making you also stand up. It’s again the position of ready to Suplex. I flex my thighs and squat down to lift you up again to second suplex, but with your weight and strength, it’s hard to lift you up now. I just groan and struggle to try it.

Grunt as you grip the back of my head, muscling me into the setup for a suplex. I'm not able to resist you as you easily lift me up high, but I can brace myself for the impact, minimizing the damage the slam does, even as I bounce on the canvas. But when you try to lift me for a second suplex, I feel you struggle to deadlift me up, relieved to see that you are also getting worn down by the match. This is good, but I need to capitalize on this before you can recover some of that power.

As you fail to lift me for the second suplex, I try to twist free of your grip and get my arms around you, but you use your height and longer reach to keep me at bay. I struggle to get in closer to you, but you keep that arm hooked over the back of my head, keeping me doubled over in the setup for the suplex. "Fuck..." I mutter to myself, not having anticipated that you would be able to keep me at range like this, buying you time to prepare for another suplex attempt. My bulge flexes in my singlet as I realize how vulnerable I am in this position, knowing I need some way to regain some of the control in this match.

Digging deep, I try to twist free of your grip and pivot to your side, but you manage to stay with me, keeping that arm hooked over my head and upper back, my other arm still draped over you, groaning as I fail once again to slip free and get my own hold on you. Pecs heaving as I suck in air, betraying the effort this is costing me as I struggle against you. I can hear House of Vega fans desperately shouting out for me to get free of your setup, clearly concerned at the predicament I am in.

Before our both bodies are bent forward with making arch, we can see each other’s bulge. Crimson bulge and Black bulge. Both are erected firmly and huge. I smirk your hot breath beside my face, also panting together. Because our left arm hook over each other’s head, our left armpits are opened widely and radiate the scent of sweat. The mixture of scent comes through our nose when we pant. “Yeah— feel so nice, isn’t it, huh?”

But I know I can’t stay forever in this position. So, I release my grip and grab your left wrist to take it off from my head. I straighten my body up, still holding you bent forward, and look the crowds who cheering you. I grin to them with ruffling my soaked hair and walk behind of you. Still my left arm over your upper back, I start snaking my right arm under your right armpit and grab your nape. I straighten your body up with half nelson first, and grab your singlet over your left shoulder and strip it off until showing your left pec.

And as I release my right arm, I start my left arm snaking around your left armpit and nape, to change half nelson from right to left. With my free right hand, I strip your right side of singlet to show your right pec, and lower your singlet until your pelvis, not showing your hardon. “Well… it’s not fun just showing your shaft to crowds, isn’t it?” With whispering to your ears, I hook my right arm again quickly and grab my both hands behind your nape with locking you in Full nelson, craking your neck down to your pecs

After locking you, I want to shake your body side to side with jerking you hard. But when I try to move side, it’s hard to control your sturdy weight moving to side. So I stop moving my body and decide to firm just my hold tightly. “You like it? See your House of Vega’s fans. They are frustrated~” I taunt you with whispering to you.

But because at this position, my bulge is tucked perfectly between your ass cheek covered with singlet. With friction of two spandex, it’s stimulated so hard at my bulge when I move and crank you hard. So, My bulge start leaking and spurting more pre and soaked my trunks hard. “Fuck—ah-! So hot—ngh!” I moan out, but try to keep you in my control.

Struggling against you but you continue to smartly use your height and reach advantage to your benefit, preventing me from twisting free of our lockup as you twist behind me, keeping my right arm controlled as you work me into a half nelson. I squirm and struggle as you start stripping my House of Vega singlet down, but you have me held tight, and soon you have my left pec popped free from my gear. You demonstrate your control over me as you almost casually switch the hold to my other arm, stripping the other strap of my singlet, both of my thick sweaty pecs now exposed. But you don't stop there, taking the time to peel my singlet down to my pelvis. My eyes widen in fear as I struggle in your grip, thinking you are going to pull it down further, but you leave me at least partially covered, yet humiliated as you manage to peel my proud House of Vega gear down to my hips.

I let out a groan as you lock my now exposed upper body into a full nelson, holding me on display and keeping me immobilized. The hold itself is not really painful, rather you are using it to demonstrate your power and control over me, my helplessness as a wrestler to prevent you from stripping me of my signature gear. Plenty of gasps of surprise from my fans as they see the state you have me in, wearing me down physically and mentally as you try and assert your dominance over me in the ring.

Feeling your bulge rubbing against my ass, I hear your sudden moans, knowing that you are falling prey to your own arousal as you press yourself close against my backside. Letting you distract yourself with your own work, I give myself a chance to recover a bit, sucking in air and getting some energy back. You might have my muscled arms locked tight, but so far I am able to resist the pressure you are trying to apply to my neck, and I use this moment to recharge as much as I can.

Feeling a bit more recharged, I decide I cannot risk trying to recover anymore, and instead need to get back on the offensive. Having felt and heard your own reaction to your cock grinding against my juicy ass, I know exactly the weakness I need to exploit. In one quick motion, I take a step forward, thrusting my hips ahead, and then ram my ass back into your cock. Your reaction is exactly what I was aiming for, and as I hear you moan loudly, I feel your arms immediately slacken, losing your hold on mine.

Knowing I need to act fast, I don't waste the time to fix my singlet, instead I immediate pivot around you, getting behind you while you nurse your throbbing bulge. Snaring your long right arm with my left arm, I clamp it tight under my pit, using it to pull you back as I swing my left leg up and over yours from behind. The House of Vega fans erupt in cheers as I pull you into an abdominal stretch, my shorter beefier build forcing your taller leaner body to bend at a very uncomfortable looking angle as I pull your arm back and down. But it's not pain I am going for, just control. Because I have other plans with you. With my free right hand, I reach over your lean sweaty torso, rubbing your pecs and abs, my hand sliding down to your trunks before I glide it along the very prominent outline of your throbbing, leaking cock. "Now, let's see how much we can make you really enjoy this"

The sounds of your moaning are music to my ears, and the House of Vega fans are loving it, finally seeing me back in control after what was starting to look quite troubling for me. I feel my own cock flex and throb as it strains in my peeled down singlet, fighting against my jockstrap, the Vega Crown Jewels starting to feel even heavier than normal. Working to keep you held tight in the abdominal stretch, I continue to try and excite you, trying to get your cock to succumb to my manipulations.

Because my cock is pumped up with flexing the vein, Your simple ass thrust makes a huge stimulation at my bulge. “Ha-AHH!!” My bulge is twitching hard and my waist is jerked backwards easily, with loosening my arms from your armpits. Before I get back step more, your body start snaking my whole body. Your left leg is over my left thigh, Your left arm from under my right armpit to back of my neck. After you straighten your body up, my body is bent left side almost 90 degrees. “Arrrrghhhh….” I groan slightly. Because you don’t flex hard now, it’s not much painful to make large groan. But still, my body is immobilized and hard to move. My left latissimus dorsi, serratus Anterior and side muscles are stretched hard, while my glistening abs are ripped and loosened rapidly as I pant my breath.

And you start your plan. When your right hand rubs my curve of pecs and abs, I feel like numbness with tracing your hand’s flow because I’m already horny. “Ah-h! FU-CK! WHA-T! NR-GH!” I can’t hold a bigger moan than before, and it’s out from my mouth, mixed with my breath. And your hand reaches at my bulge finally, My moan flows through whole arena loudly. “FUCCCKk!!” My bulge is twitching hard and hard, My pre, already soaked front of trunks, flows down and drips on canvas, with soaking your hand.

I shake my head and try to concentrate at wrestling again, I try to twist my upper body side to side to make you lose your balance. But your body is stabilized our body firmly, and stand on your feet hard like a status. “Fuck… no…”

The crowds enjoy my muscles, glistening as I move my body, and also enjoy my bulge, controlled by your hand and leaking hard. My head start being foggy, and I feel my body is heartened hotter and hotter. “Fuck… no… no….” I shake my head with feeling some frustration and horniess together.

You've been using your height and reach so effectively against me this entire match, but now I am using it against you, bending and stretching you in a position that makes it hard for you to counter or escape, while leaving your body and bulge completely vulnerable to me. The scent of your pre is thick in the air as it soaks through your trunks and drips down your sweaty thighs. My hand is wet from it as well as I continue to rub and stroke your cock through your gear. The more you moan and struggle, the more I feel the heat from your body, knowing you are enjoying this as much as you are trying to escape, but I finally have you right where I want you, and locked up tight in my hold.

Pulling back even further on your arm, I force your hips and bulge to arch forward even more, my fingers tracing and rubbing your entire 21cm. I feel your body succumbing to me as pleasure must be overcoming your will to resist, your breathing quickening, your squirming and moaning telling me you are just on the edge of erupting for me. I grin wickedly at the House of Vega fans, many of them cheering wildly at this huge turn of events in the ring as they can see you are on the cusp of unloading for me.

Ensuring that I keep your cock completely inside your trunks, I give your throbbing shaft a few more firm strokes before I feel it tremble, your body going rigid, that telltale sign that you are about to erupt. I clam my arm tight to hold you in place, my thick thigh still draped heavily over your left leg, keeping you trapped as I force your cock to unload for me, but keeping it sealed in your trunks so that your cum cannot escape. I want your cock and balls swimming in your cum after this. "You're mine, big guy"

Smelling your juice and feeling your body succumbing to me, my own cock flexes in my singlet. Damn it is a hot feeling dominating you like this, especially turning the tables on you. Making a point of who is in control now, I crank your arm and body back even further, then dig my hand, wet from all your leaked pre-cum, into your vulnerable abs and claw deep and viciously.

“Fuck.. No.. No.. I can’t..” Before, I've never had a single experience feeling orgasm in a ring. I’m the wrestler who play ‘Prowrestling’ and usually win my opponent only with wrestling skills, and enjoy the moment of winning. But… You totally control me, and my bulge is totally controlled. My bulge is twitching hard and looks like it's going to burst. “No… No… NooaHHHHHHHH!” I try to hold hard and hard, but the moment comes. ORGASM! I moan loudly with tilting my head backwards. My cock, already like bomb, start spurting white sticky cum rope and rope and rope. My soaked trunks are jiggling up and down with the power of rope. As you seal my trunks, my cock and ball are drenched in my cum. “Uggh…mph! Ugghh…” My muscles are still convulsing and I gasp for breath with moans together, in a state of being unable to escape from post-orgasm. When you release your hand from my bulge to claw, the cum start flowing down, flowing out of leg holes, making several white lines at my thighs and dripping on canvas. Still in dazed state, your claws stimulate my abs, and I make a sounds of mixture of pain and pleasure. “Ugghhhh—-!”

Damn, I didn't think it would be possible, but your body looks even more impressive as you quiver and convulse as your cock unloads rope after rope of cum into your trunks, filling them up and causing cum to flow down your smooth muscled thighs. It's an incredibly hot sight, and one I want to make sure I remember for a while. "I hope you guys for plenty of pics and video of that!" I shout out to the fans, their cheers and acknowledgements letting me know that they will send me plenty of material after the match.

Feeling your body sagging in that post-forced-cum daze, I decide it's a good moment to switch up my hold on you. Taking my thick thigh off your leg, I unhook your arm, while still keeping a hold of it for control. Standing behind you, I give you a swift kick to the back of the legs, forcing you down to your knees in front of me. Running my hand through your sweaty hair, first teasing you, I then grip tight and jerk your head back, before stuffing it up under my arm in a tight dragon sleeper, smothering you face deep in my hot, sweaty armpit. I immediately clamp my arm tight and flex, arching you back and planting the sole of one of my wrestling shoes on the back of your boot, pinning your calf muscle and making it even harder for you to try and get back up. Grunting, I flex and squeeze your head, smothering your handsome face into my stank, sweaty pit.

Staring down at your perfect body, admiring its sweaty beauty, I watch to see how it reacts as I give your head another tight squeeze, pulling up to crank your neck a bit more, making sure your face is getting deeper and deeper into my pit. With you tightly secured in the hold, I slide my other hand over your chest and give your smooth lean pecs a firm slap, punishing them a bit, seeing it I can leave a nice handprint on your chest as a souvenir.

The blast of air from your lips into my pit sends a jolt of excitement to my cock, which is already throbbing more and more as I watch your perfect body suffer and squirm from my punishing, smothering hold on you. I pull my hand away from your chest for a moment, reaching it inside my peeled down singlet to adjust my cock and the Vega Crown Jewels, letting out a moan as my hand comes back slick with my own pre now mixed with yours. Grinning, I give your pecs another big slap, this time the sound much wetter as I slap our combined pre on your sweaty chest. "Enjoying that, big guy? You're all mine now."

Drip… Drip… The white drop still drip on canvas. Still stunned, my body is snaked and entwined with your muscular body. The only movement at my body is pecs and abs when I pant and gasp. “Ugghh..ph! Ugg—“ As struggling in post orgasm, when you untangle your limbs from my body, my body try to be slumped down on canvas. But with your sniff kick, my body is just kneeling down with tilting my head forward helplessly. As you tease and grab my hair, my head is lifted up. Slowly coming back from orgasm, my eyes are opened half and I can see lots of flash of camera. “Fuck….KKK!!” With short grunting, My body is jerked backwards. My face is tucked perfectly at your sweaty left armpit, and my body makes a beautiful arch backwards. At my soaked trunks, the outline of my bulge, still twitching, is revealed well. “Ummph….! Ummph…!” When you slap my meaty pecs, my pecs are shaken with glistening, and I gasp hard in your armpit. It makes me drink your scent and fill your musk in my lungs. Yes, I’m still slightly foggy and you don’t give me a short time to recover.

My body feels still slightly numbness because of post-orgasm, so the small stimulation arouse me easily. I wrap my right arm around your waist backwards, and try to flex my abs and arm to flip you forwards and escape from your armpit. But, it’s not happened, just my abs ripped and loosened when I try to flex, just my right arm wrapping your waist. Your masculine scent flows through my nose continuously and start intoxicate me. My cock, already bursting out once, is slightly twitching again and start being slightly erected again. I grab your left arm with my left hand, just wanting my body not jerked backwards more and worse. “Fucmm…ummmph…”

I watch carefully as you reach your arm back to my waist, trying to pull me forward and destabilise me, but I easily stay in place. "Looks like you're not strong enough anymore" I taunt, giving your head another smothering squeeze, grunting as I flex my arm tighter, my biceps bulging to their fullest against you. "Or maybe you just don't want to escape. Maybe you are enjoying my scent too much, or my control over you. No one would blame you." This gets quite a good reaction from the House of Vega fans in the crowd, and your own supporters seem to have gone quiet, watching in shocked horror as you remain trapped and apparently helpless in my smothering hold.

Feeling the energy steadily draining from your body as I keep squeezing and smothering your face, I watch as your upper body starts sagging, relying more and more on my arm to hold it up. I decide to help accelerate your demise. Reaching down with my free hand, I lift my fist and then slam it into your wide open core, targeting your diaphragm, looking to blast the air from your lungs and force you to try and breathe in from my pit.

The reaction I get from your body is even better than I had hoped for. I feel the air shoot out of your mouth into my pit, as your body convulses and sags heavily in front of me. I have to tighten my grip on your head just to keep you from dropping to the canvas. "Oh, looks like someone is ready for bed!" I taunt, feeling how heavy and limp your body has become in my grip. "I thought you'd put up more of a fight at the end, but it looks like I've simply got you outmuscled and outmatched." With that, I give you another squeeze, grunting as I flex my arm tight, pulling up on your head and neck, my cock throbbing in my singlet, leaking more and more of my own pre, wildly aroused by the sight of your perfect body succumbing to me, fully at my mercy.

Precum oozing heavily out of my peeled down singlet, my cock dangerously close to erupting, but it's no matter, as I feel your body completely succumb to me. "Night night, sexy"

My sight is already black because my face is smoothered at your left armpit. Crank… Crank… As you keep our posture and flex your left biceps and forarm, my neck and back is stretched and wrecked hard, and my head is crushed hard at your beefy arm. I feel my power is drained faster than before. Your scent is already fulfilled my whole lungs completely, and now start changing the oxygen of blood to your colognes. “Gasp!!!” When you slam your fist into my diaphragm, I gasp hard into your armpit, making the change of blood faster. And with that shock of fist, my right arm is slumped down, releasing your waist helplessly. And Your taunting words start to be hearing like small-echo. My breath also start being lowered and lowered. CRACK!! With your final squeezing, Something is cut off on my brain. My left arm, grabbing your left arm, is just fallen down. Finally, my both arm is just dangled down without any movement. The movement at my body is only a very tiny heaving pecs and abs. My sweat-soaked pecs and abs, pre-soaked trunks, and cum-soaked thighs are just glistening under the arena of light, in front of you. Totally Knocked-Out

Feeling you go completely limp, I know you've completely succumbed to me. Making sure to give the crowd a good showing, I reach down, grabbing your dangling arm, raising it up above you, then releasing, watching as it drops down without any resistance. The House of Vega fans in the crowd erupt into cheers, celebrating my victory over you. You definitely gave me a good challenge, and had me in a couple dangerous positions, but once you got a taste of my power, it seems your body recognized who the true alpha in the ring was.

My victory confirmed by the cheering crowd, I release your head, your body awkwardly slumping from your knees down to the canvas. Circling around you, enjoying the sight of your sweaty perfect body slumped and KO at my feet, I finally step over you so that I standing over you, looking down at your pecs and face. Reaching inside my peeled down singlet, I pull my thick throbbing cock out, heavily coated in my own pre, flexing and aching for release. Grinning, I start stroking it, moaning as I am already so close to erupting myself. It only takes a few strokes before I can feel the heavy Vega Crown Jewels churning. My knees buckle a bit as I throw my head back, letting out a loud moan, my cock erupting rope after rope of cum, my juice firing down at your pecs and face, tagging you as I mark my claim over you. Pumping myself until I am certain I have drained every drop of my load, the last bits trickling down onto your abs right below me, I let out a long sigh, tucking my cock back inside my soaked singlet.

Grinning to the fans, I plant my foot on your now sweat and cumsoaked chest, and flex my biceps, posing in victory over you, giving the crowd the perfect photo op. I know they got plenty of pics and video of you succumbing to me earlier, and this will complete the visual story of my dominance over you. Satisfied, I then climb out of the ring, heading back to the locker room to get cleaned up and showered off.