Rassle N Roll Federation

This is a Dice Match following the rules and boundaries of Rassle N Roll (RNR) Federation: https://mars.chatfighters.com/federations/Rassle_N_Roll_Federation

The gym was silent—no audience, no flashy pyrotechnics, just the hum of the air conditioning and the squeak of boots on the canvas. Retserof (Height: 5'11", Weight: 185 lbs, Gear: Red Hot Trunks and Black Boots) stood in the center of the ring, a seasoned predator awaiting his prey. He had invited the newcomer, Battlefighter (Age: 30, Height: 6'0", Weight: 209 lbs, Gear: Red Trunks and White Boots), for a private training session. The only witness to the encounter was the cold, unblinking lens of a camera set up on a tripod in the corner, recording every second of the initiation for the federation’s training archives. Battlefighter arrived nervous but visibly excited, his eyes lingering on the veteran’s ruggedly handsome features and impressive build. After a brief sizing up, the veteran signaled for the session to begin.

The Training Grind

"Ready to see what RNR is all about, newbie?" Retserof asked with a confident smirk. They locked up, a test of pure strength, but the veteran quickly tried to break the stalemate with a knee to the gut. Battlefighter, showing surprising intuition, guarded against the strike, but the veteran simply laughed and pivoted, slamming the rookie hard into the mat. The attack echoed through the empty gym, the sound captured clearly by the microphone. (Battlefighter HP: 91).

Battlefighter rolled away and surged back to his feet, refusing to let the butterflies in his stomach take over. He rushed in, slamming his shoulder deep into Retserof’s washboard abs. The shoulder charge pushed the veteran back into the ropes. (Retserof HP: 109).

The rookie pressed his advantage, pinning Retserof to the turnbuckle and sliding a leg between the veteran’s. He gently lifted his thigh, beginning to rub his knee slowly against Retserof’s balls. (Retserof Pleasure: 5).

The Submission Cycle

Retserof gritted his teeth, the sensation of the rookie's leg against his crotch sending a jolt of heat through him. He fought for leverage and managed to shove Battlefighter back, pulling him into the turnbuckle and leaning in close. Retserof’s stubble scraped against the rookie's neck, sending a shiver through Battlefighter's frame. (Battlefighter Pleasure: 10).

"See how you like this, eh?" Retserof whispered into his ear. Battlefighter managed to push the veteran’s chin back, creating enough distance to escape and launch Retserof across the ring. The rookie caught him with a stiff attack. (Retserof HP: 103).

Retserof bounced off the ropes, using the momentum to spear Battlefighter back to the mat. As they landed, the veteran’s thickly muscled arms wrapped around the rookie in a crushing Bearhug. Retserof took a moment to recover his stamina. (Battlefighter HP: 83). (Retserof HP: 111).

Battlefighter pushed against the veteran's biceps, managing to ease the arms away and roll free. However, Retserof caught him with a heavy clothesline that sent the rookie sprawling. (Battlefighter HP: 72).

Before Battlefighter could recover, Retserof shoved the rookie's head into his musky armpit, forcing him to inhale his scent in a Dragon Sleeper. His free hand began to playfully tease the rookie's nipples. (Battlefighter Pleasure: 18).

Abdominal Stretches and Camel Clutches

Battlefighter clawed at the veteran's arm, eventually shoving it off and landing a chest bump that sent Retserof stumbling. (Retserof HP: 103).

Retserof quickly retaliated, snatching Battlefighter by the waist and locking him into a tight Full Nelson. He began to hump the rookie from behind, feeling Battlefighter moan into the hold as the pressure mounted. (Battlefighter HP: 66). (Battlefighter Pleasure: 24).

The veteran followed up with a double axe handle to the rookie's back, doubling him over, and transitioned into an Over the Knee Backbreaker. (Battlefighter HP: 59). (Battlefighter HP: 55).

Battlefighter managed to roll off the knee and attempted a clothesline, but Retserof ducked. The veteran caught the rookie's arm and folded him into a grueling Abdominal Stretch. Retserof’s free hand began to caress every muscle and ridge of the rookie’s body. (Battlefighter HP: 47). (Battlefighter Pleasure: 32).

Battlefighter stamped on Retserof’s foot to break the hold, pulling the veteran into a side headlock. (Retserof HP: 97).

Retserof took a gamble, lunging forward to drop both of them to the mat and break the lock. He immediately mounted the rookie's back, pulling his arms over his knees and straining his spine in a Camel Clutch. Retserof took a moment to breathe as he stretched the rookie out. (Battlefighter HP: 40). (Retserof HP: 105).

The veteran overexerted his core, his own arousal rising as he tried to find a new way to torment the gorgeous man beneath him. (Retserof Pleasure: 11).

The Python's Grip

Battlefighter found a hidden reserve of energy, overexerting his own body to finally slide his arms free and roll away. (Battlefighter HP: 34).

The rookie rushed back, slamming his shoulder into Retserof’s gut. (Retserof HP: 100).

Battlefighter followed up by wrapping his arms around the veteran's waist and launching him across the ring with a powerful suplex. (Retserof HP: 89).

Retserof recovered quickly. As Battlefighter reached for him, the veteran jumped onto the rookie's back like a limpet, clamping a meaty arm around his neck in a standing Sleeper Hold. (Battlefighter HP: 29).

He drove his elbows into the rookie's neck to weaken his resolve further. (Battlefighter HP: 26).

The veteran tightened the sleeper, his legs wrapping around Battlefighter like a python crushing its prey. They rolled onto the mat, the damage mounting as the rookie gasped for air. (Battlefighter HP: 17). (Battlefighter HP: 12).

The First Climax

"I can feel you weakening..." Retserof whispered. His free arm began to roam, first pinching the rookie's perky nips before sliding down into the waistband of his red trunks. (Battlefighter Pleasure: 39).

Retserof’s hand met a hard, leaky shaft. Battlefighter hissed as the veteran's fingers coiled around him. (Battlefighter Pleasure: 44).

"You want me to relieve you of this, stud?" Retserof teased. He yanked down the rookie's trunks and began to jerk him off with expert speed. Battlefighter's body juddered as he erupted, his cum fountaining out across the canvas in a fierce explosion. (Battlefighter Pleasure: 50 - MAXED) (Battlefighter Climax: 1/3) (Battlefighter Pleasure: 0).

The Final Submission

Retserof tightened the sleeper again as the rookie came down from the high. "Time to go night-night," he whispered. The pressure was immense. (Battlefighter HP: 3).

The veteran repositioned the limp body into a Camel Sleeper combo. He began to pinch and flick the rookie's nipples, eliciting whiny protests that were muffled by the veteran's musky frame. (Battlefighter Pleasure: 5). (Battlefighter Pleasure: 10).

"Time to give up, boy," Retserof chanted like a mantra, his own arousal growing as he toyed with his prize. (Battlefighter Pleasure: 19). (Retserof Pleasure: 19). (Battlefighter Pleasure: 25).

The veteran's fingers continued to abuse the rookie's reddening nips, the teasing pushing Battlefighter toward a new precipice. (Battlefighter Pleasure: 39). (Battlefighter Pleasure: 46).

Retserof noticed the massive second erection building and transitioned back into a traditional sleeper position. He reached down and began to jerk the rookie off roughly. "ARE YOU GONNA FUCKING GIVE UP?"

The rookie’s head was filled with the veteran’s scent as his cock thickened again. The second climax was even more ferocious, his seed pumping out until he had nothing left. "I give... I give... Let me go," Battlefighter finally moaned, his will broken. (Battlefighter Pleasure: 50 - MAXED).

"HELL YEAHHHH!" Retserof screamed in triumph. He let the rookie roll into the pool of his own cum and pulled out his phone, lying on top of the defeated man for a few celebratory selfies. Battlefighter lay there, his mind reeling as he looked at the camera lens in the corner and then at Retserof's phone. The humiliation burned deeper than the physical pain; he knew that once this footage was uploaded, the entire federation would witness his absolute, whining surrender to the veteran. "Now, shall we get cleaned up and resume this in the room?" Retserof winked, offering an arm to help the rookie to his feet. Battlefighter could only nod, the shame complete as the veteran claimed his victory.

Published: 2025-12-31, viewed 103 times.