Rassle N Roll Federation

I've been out of action too long--the fed has shifted and I need to get back into the rhythm--stepping into the ring in my black gear for tonight--stretching out--channeling my nerves back into constructive energy

eager to release this energy inside me

One of my favorites asked to have a sparing match in the ring and I couldn’t resist the offer. No title on the line, even playing field just two studs stepping into the ring. I wear my white Speedo and boots and can’t help but wear my title to the ring to make sure my authority is on display for the start. I walk out to the ring and spot you.

“Oh I see you’re playing the role of badass tonight. We discussed my belt not being on the line but you win you get me for the night.”

"nice to know your ego is tied to your belt--I'll be spanking your bare ass with it tonight"--giving you a cheeky wink and a flex

I smirk. Knowing your mouth sometimes writes checks that you ass has to back… “you ready to get taken to school boy?”

"I'm ready to remind you why I'm dangerous"

looking you over--feeling my muscles ready to spring--need to be smart about this

I crouch--legs tensing--circling--your belt looking good, but not tonight--I lunge and drop low--driving my shoulder into your abs--hearing the grunt makes it worth it

I reach up and grab your head--tucking it under my pit--grab your white trunks and snap you over with a lightning quick suplex to start softening you up

Oooomph you spring into action quickly with a hard assault to my abs then snapping me over with the suplex. Uggh. I roll on the mat to my knees.

 I throw a punch out and hit your abs as I rise.

I try to grab your head as you’re doubled over but you stand too quickly and I step back.

your fist catches my abs as we get up off the mat--stings--but then you grab for me--I jump back barely escaping your arm--too close

I again lunge--but go low, taking your leg back--dropping you chest to mat--dropping on top of you--grapevining your legs--hooking your arms--grinding on your hot ass

using your hooked arms, I lift your chest and head up--"just for you, Coach"--then push down sending your pecs and face to the mat

Damn it. You are moving quick and I cannot keep up. I let out a moan as you grind against me then Uuuumph you smash me into the mat.

!hpreverse
I manage to reverse your hold. (using HP at 80/100, 40% chance) 

i twist under you then with a growl I throw an elbow back and slam it into your side. As you roll off I get to a seated position planting my feet in your back and gripping your arm and a leg and pulling back with a bow and arrow stretch.

taking advantage of you--pressing my advantage until you get an arm free and slam my side with your elbow--i let you go and you're quick to grab and twist my body--making me groan--"fuck you--this won't last"

as I speak I flex my locked leg and pull with my grabbed arm--distracting you--then my other limbs jolt to twist me enough to slip from your grip--Iook at you and capture your head--pulling you down in a front headlock--both of us chest down--laying on the mat

I swing my fist to your side, but you buck and I hit the mat by your obliques

You again impress me and I can’t help but feel this request for “training” was a sandbagging of epic proportions. I need to find a way to turn this around fast.

as you hit the mat it distracts just enough for me to slip from your grip. I rise up and keep an eye on you as you rise as well.

i reach out and grip your arm and manage to whip you into the corner CLANG.

you struggle against my grip and pull yourself free--both of us smart enough to push back and get up--being on the mat is suicide--your hands grab my wrist and you send me across the ring to the corner--I bounce out, rubbing my back

I move in and send my booted foot to your abs--and fuck, I telegraph it, letting you dodge my boot tread

!grab
My grab missed. 

hoping you're distracted, I lunge to pull you into a hug, but you push me aside--I let out a growl of frustration

I move in behind you--grabbing for a reverse bearhug--your sweaty body slides out of my arms

You bound out of the corner but I can tell your getting careless and frustrated and as you try to grip me from behind I step aside and turn.

I reach out and grab you over the shoulder and between the legs lifting you up and turning you back to the corner I flip you upside down and slam your back into the corner locking your foot under the top turnbuckle in a tree of woe.

As I look at you hanging upside down helpless I run my hand down your thigh to your bulge giving it a squeeze. “Now let me teach you a thing or two”

As I grab at you and you slide away, you turn--grabbing me and lifting me--shoving my back to the corner--grunt from the buckles stinging my spine--but you drop me--hooking my boot--hanging me for your twisted pleasure--as I look up I see your hand reach for my thigh--"fuck you, chump"--my words become a soft moan

even as I moan from your caress, I flex my leg and twist my ankle--releasing myself and sliding down the corner--I roll to my chest and look at you in front of me

I go for your leg, but it's just out of reach

I scoot back and get up on my knees--my hands grab for your pecs to claw them--falling short of my target

You reach out after escaping the tree of woe. I keep out of reach until the time is right.

I see my opening and grip you over the shoulder and using your leg I lift you across my chest before dropping you over my extended thigh as I drop to a knee with a back breaker.

as you land on my leg I hold you over my leg as I place one hand on your chin my other forearm rests on your thigh as my hand starts working your bulge.

My offense skills are rusty--but I got away from you for a moment--now you start working me in a backbreaker--trapping me--admiring my young body as you tease me

I struggle and try to force your hand off my chin

I kick my legs and buck my body--rolling off your thigh--moving to the ropes to pull my self up

You manage to get free but I know you’re not able to follow up so I pursue as you pull yourself up with the ropes I reach out.

I wrap my arms around your tight waist and lift with a bear hug. I back up making sure to pull you away from the ropes as I tighten the hold.

As I crush you in my arms I rub your hard bulge over my abs. As I do I whisper in your ear “are we learning a lot boy?” Then I playfully bite your earlobe.

I get no break--you grab me tight--lifting me up on your body--my legs around your waist--bulge to abs--and I get harder---your breath on my ear--fuck--I need to focus--and not on my cock--I moan when you nip my earlobe

I enjoy how hot your body is, but I bump my head to yours--pushing my hands to your shoulders, shoving you back so your arms come loose, putting me back down

I kick my leg out--my ankle to yours--tripping you--getting you face down, I straddle your back and lift your right leg up--hooked in my pit--single leg crab

Arrrg you manage to break free not as complacent as I thought you might be. You flip me over in the half crab and I pound on the mat…

I push up and kick my leg out, knocking you off of my back

As you stumble forward I turn reaching between your legs rolling you up then scissor your leg and grab your other in a spadle. My hand again moves to your bulge…

you kick your leg and kick me forward--following up fast with a spladle--getting my bulge spread and ass up--I buck in the hold--"hands off"

I struggle and groan--no way--not like this

Looking at my spread legs--my black speedo tented--I groan as your legs hold my one leg and your shoulder and hand lock the other

“Not going anywhere Jayson” I slide my hand in the leg of those painfully tented speedo and I fish out your cock. I let it hang out as I start to stroke you.

”you ready for a really important lesson? This is called milking someone”

your hand moves--slipping inside my speedo--telling me I'm not going anywhere--I watch my cock get freed--stroked--your hand sliding up and down my uncut cock--telling me this is a lesson in milking--my legs tremble--my cock throbs--then it happens--I moan louder--my cock starts shooting my teen cum--spraying my abs and chest--breathing heavy as you drain my balls--sweating--my body relaxes for a moment as the orgasm ends

As you come down off of your orgasm, I let your legs go but grab the waistband of your trunks. I pull them off you and toss them from the ring.

“You won’t be needing those any more.” I lock your feet under my arms and then step over you in a Boston crab.

My dick gets hard as you moan in pain.

I sit back and bit further. Your dick dripping and hanging down in front of me.

drained by my coach--now stripped as you let my legs go--rolling me over--my speedo tossed from the ring--in just my boots that you now trap in your pits--I groan while you cinch the crab--leaning back to make my suffering worse--I have to get out--my cum smeared all on my chest and abs--my junk swinging

I brace my arms and push with my legs--you don't give--it feels deflating

Every now and then my tip brushes the canvas and I moan--dammit I hate this

trapped and locked in your evil hold--groaning louder

“Oh Jayson we’re learning so much. But I’ve got more lessons to teach.” I release one of your legs and slip my hand over your ass pressing one of my fingers to your hole.

i slip it into you as i hold the half crab and start finger fucking you.

My trunks get tight as I own your hole.

“Tell me how much you like this lesson!”

I hear you talking about teaching me more--learning lessons--you drop a leg and the trade off becomes evident--your hand on my bare ass--a finger sliding inside--tapping my pleasure nut--you finger fuck me--teasing my ass--my cock stiffens--hitting my abs as it swings--I'm moaning and you work me toward the edge

with only one leg held, it's easier to get free--using my hands to grab your ankles and unsteady you--I crawl from you--feeling your finger slide from my ass

my cock drags on the mat--I shudder--but I'm free--I kick my boots to the back of your knees to drop you to your knees--I get up to my knees behind you--hooking your arms in a full nelson--my bared cock rubbing up on your ass--humping you--getting my cum and precum on your trunks

I like seeing the fight in you but you trap me in your full Nelson. Grrr

I pull my arms down hard and fast breaking the hold and roll you off of me.

As you rise I wrap my arms around your waist from behind in a reverse bear hug.

you get out of my nelson easily enough--my back is to you when you grab me tight--my back to your chest--feeling a horrible sinking feeling

my arms sag as I push on your arms--fuck--"nnnooooo"

As you struggle in my arms I move us into the corner. I trap you there as I hold you in place with one hand. I lower my trunks with my free hand as my hard cock springs free. “Time for another lesson” I wrap my arms back around you as I line my cock up and press it into you.

!sex
You have nice sex with your opponent, dealing ⚅ 6 damage and ⚂ 3 + ⚂ 3 = 6 pleasure. HP down to 16 and PLEASURE up to 46. Your PLEASURE increases by ⚂ 3.I whisper into your ear as I feel you struggling in my grip I exert to keep you in place.

you press me to the corner--pulling your cock free--no no no--lining up your cock--pushing it in--fucking me in the corner--stretching my hole--thrusting--my cock not touched but leaking--you work my prostate--making me moan--building me up--I'm panting--so close again--and this isn't stakes--this is to defeat me

I can't move--you've got me trapped--I feel your cock push again--my head rolling back--"please--noooooo"

“I think you’re gonna cum for me again!”

As I fuck a second load from you I feel my power coming back to me… oh fuck yea!

you thrust and hit my spot--hands free--telling me you think I'm about to cum again--and I do--my cock spraying the middle buckle with my teen spunk--my ass gripping your cock--I slump over the top buckle while to pound my ass to drain my balls again

As you give up another load I keep going. Now it’s time for you submit and announce who is the man!

“Come on boy say it”

you keep gyrating your hips--rocking your cock into me--stiffing my butt--wanting your vanquished opponent to admit defeat--you're thrusts are gentle compared to what I've seen--I'm in a daze--cock dribbling--"I submit--Justin--I give--you are the champ--you're the man"

I grab your hair pulling your head back. “Fucking right I’m the man… and don’t forget it”

and with that I let out a loud groan as I push your head into the turnbuckle and fill your insides with the Champ’s seed.

telling me to never forget it--you push my physical limits--seeding my ass--pressing my face to the turnbuckle--I groan while you fill my ass--bred by the champ--powerless in your corner

Once I unload completely I pull out grabbing my title belt. I smack it across your ass once just as a reminder of your threat at the start of this match. “Final lesson, don’t make a threat you can’t back up boy”

You pull out--my arms hang over the top ropes--breathing heavy--ass and legs trembling--then you swat my butt with your belt--"yes champ--back up threats"