Rassle N Roll Federation

 MEETING AT THE RING~

We've been drawn to each other--some trash talk--mutual side glances--now we finally get a chance to step in the ring and see who the top man is--stepping into the ring wearing my family gear--eager to test your mind and body.

 I have been eyeing Jayson from time to time and to my pleasure, the feeling was mutual. Finally the day arrived and I feel ecstatic as I slip in to my gear. In the mirror, I look up and down at myself, checking me out, because ofcourse I am, Vain is literally in my name. After pumping myself up, I come outside, wearing my signature gear of White speedo with Vain written in gold on my ass. My eyes find you in the ring, and I shout "Ready for your beatdown Jayson?" With a smug voice I walk upto the ring and slide inside.

You call out to me from outside the ring--I've already had my eye on you--now my eyes drink you all in--seeing you slide in the ring--"I'm ready to prove myself and put you under me, hot stuff"--I grab the ropes and tug--feeling how much give there is--bounce on my toes and feel how the mat reacts--the ring is tight--nice--the ropes are gonna have you bouncing fast and the mat isn't going to feel good when I slam you--giving you a wink as I step forward--raising my arms

Licking my lips as I see you bounce around, I mean you are checking the ring alright, but I see you get into stance. I give you a wink back, before getting a sternish look on my face. Raising my arms....

And immediately lunging at you with a quick side lock on your head, squeezing in nice and hard... "Hehe hey, wouldn't it be fun, if I just kept cracking at your head like a nutcracker?"

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My move connected and did ⚂ 3 + ⚃ 4 = 7 damage. HP down to 89.

 As I say that, I tighten my hold and slam you down to the ground with me on top of you, still holding onto your neck. "Jayson! How does it feel huh? Does it feel nice?"

Getting ready to lock up with you--watching how you move--you lunge and my head gets trapped in your headlock--a moment later, you pull down--putting me on my back and side with your body on top--taunting me--"feels like you're overcompensating"

I kick my legs and send a punch at your pecs to force you to let my head go--rolling from you, but turning to face you--"you wanna play nutcracker?"

 I reach for your head to clamp down on it--I'm just out of reach and my arm swings in the air

 I feel that punch land into my pecs, and the pain forces me to let go of your head, watching you roll away, but then as I start to get up, your hands launch at me, but thankfully you're out of reach.

 Not speaking much, my eyes focus on trying to get my hands on you, but since that proved difficult, I use my foot to push you down, before dropping an elbow into your mid section.

"Hope you are not brittle bitch!"

On my knees when my grab for your head misses--you try to pull me into you for another hold--I squirm and use my arms to keep you off me--your boot kicks into my pecs knocking me back and you get up and pounce--dropping your elbow to my gut--I double up and listen to your mocking tone

I roll toward you and get my arms to hook yours--but the angle is wrong and I can't move you for a full nelson

 I kick my leg and send my knee toward your abs--problem shows when my knee drags the mat as I go to bust your core

 You skitter and squirm like a bug under me, and that is so fun! You do try to get in a nelson on me, but I am still strong enough to not let it lock in. I see your knee coming towards me, which means....

You are only on one leg, which means I can break your balance, so I angle and shift, falling backwards on top of you.

Freeing my arms, I flip myself, looking down at you, before getting up and then leaning down to get my hands on your legs.

You see my vulnerability and strike--falling back--knocking us both down to the mat--I grunt from the impact--you are quick, getting to your feet--grabbing for my legs--I kick your hands away and roll toward the ropes

 I bounce off the ropes and get my arms wrapped around your waist--pulling you up in a bear hug--quickly grinding my diamond to your bulge--"how're you feeling now?"--squeezing you tight as I tease your pouch

 I squeeze my arms, but your body resists my added squeeze--I look at you--confused why you're not yelling

Viktor: 

To my disappointment, you kick my hands away and then I watch you get up to bounce back at me with a bear hug, holding me nice and tight apparently, trying to squeeze me too.... A lil grunt and a light turn on.

 "Like a lil bitch hugging me!" As my neck leans down and I bite down on your neck, sucking on it, making sure I leave my mark as I switch this around on you and make this my own bear hug.

In this little bear hug of my mine, I start to shake and squeeze your little body around just to screw you up and disorient you hopefully.

I gasp when you bite my neck--my grip slips and your arms crush my waist under my ribs--my hands drop to pry at your hands behind me--my cock reacting to your grinding tease--being shaken--feeling a little rattled but still thinking straight

 I see the concentration on your face--I snap my head right to your face--nice headbutt to daze you--I pull your arms apart and then turn your back to me--reversing your bearhug into a reverse bearhug--bulge to butt--flexing my arms to crush your torso

 I start to rush forward, planning on driving your pecs to the turnbuckle--except you pump the brakes, keeping us out of the corner--"You're mine now, Vain"--feeling my diamond graze your name.

The headbutt makes me audibly shout and close my eyes, and I feel you turning me around and then locking in a reverse hug, earning a loud groan from me, but luckily thwart you from going any further.

Taking a page out of your own book, I push and pull us around before out of nowhere, at least to you, I start making us run backwards hard towards the turnbuckle. Crashing and sandwiching you between me and the turnbuckle.

 This also allows me to, let myself get free from your arms too.

The lust of fighting makes me feel exhilarated, and I just want to break you apart even more, so I lean down and pull back, planning to strike your gut with my shoulder.

Your boots plant and then drive against the mat--slamming my spine to the corner buckles--I feel that pain through my body as I spasm--making it easy for your to escape my hug--you turn to face me and I grab the ropes, pulling myself out of the corner to avoid your shoulder spear

 I move in behind you--grabbing your waist--pull you to me--set up the German suplex just to have my boot slip on our sweat--losing my footing

I straighten myself after that misstep--my shoulder to the middle of your back--I reach up and grab your head, my other arm hooks between your legs--lifting and sliding you across my shoulders in a rack--"there you go, bitch--scream for me!"

Frustratingly you dodge out of the way and get behind me, trying to get a suplex off of me, thankfully that does not work, but you are persistent and pull me up in a torture rack, making me shout a bit as the pain seeps into my back.

 As I struggle in your hold, I fold my arms in and rock your head hard with my elbow, stunning you enough for me to drop to my feet behind you. Without wasting anytime, I lock in a pretty hard nelson on you.

And just to add insult to injury, with a roar, I lift you up and slam you down face first onto the canvas of the ring. 

"SCREAM JAYSON! SCREAM!"

Get you racked--hearing you grunt and feeling you struggle--my arms flex to hold you steady--balancing you when your elbow cracks my skull--I sway and put you down--my arms suddenly shoot up and your arms lock on the nelson--wrenching my shoulders--a moment later you you flex--lifting my boots off the mat--falling forward--face planting me while you land on my back--I grunt and moan from the thudding hit

I buck under you and pull a leg under my hips--rolling us to our sides and kicking my boot to your thigh to force a release

I turn to face you--reaching out for your pecs--my hands sliding off your sweaty chest

 I see your look of relief--I'm undeterred--grabbing your head--tucking it under my pit--"gonna crush your skull, jobber boy"

Again like a lil bitch, you keep squirming and kicking about under me, and it's pissing me off right now. Forced to yet again let you go, but you are not playing nice right now, you are testing me like a little shit as you try to grab me by my pecs and then locking my head in your sweaty pit.

 My hand reaches around you and pulls on your hard, yanking it around, till you let me go... I try to maintain that hold on you, but to no avail and you slip out of my hands.

 I reach out to grab your hair again, this time planning to smother your face into my pecs.

You fight my grip--wearing my arm down after the nelson made my shoulder ache--I see your hand going for my head--I roll back just to deny you the grip you wanted

 I rock back and kick my glossy boot to your abs--loving the look on your face--I get to my feet looking at you on the mat--"did that feel good, Viktor?"

 I reach down and grab your boots--rolling you to your back--straddling your hips and hooking you into a crab--starting to squat deep.

It's seems my frustration is making me lose my touch as the air gets kicked out of me, falling on the mat. You also proceed to twist me into a boston crab, making me shout out in pain.... 

"FUCK AGHHHHH!!!!!"

 I stay under you like this for a moment, before taking deep breaths in, trying to think of a good way to get out of this.

I use my palm to strike your back hard, the damage not exactly being there, but it doesn't really matter, the shock and the vibration let you make my feet go.

 I slowly get myself up, before turning to you, grabbing the back of your head and then drag you to the turnbuckle, before smashing your head onto the turnbuckle.

I'm further up your back than I thought--in range of your arm coming back--you strike me hard enough, my legs twist and I start losing balance--I let you go and step forward arching my back--a second later your hand grabs my head and you introduce my face to the top turnbuckle--I stagger back a little dazed

Shaking my head out--catching my breath--and just when you feel safe, my hands latch onto your pecs--clawing your chest--fingers hooked and twisted in your pits up under your pec meat--"look at your face--twisted in pain--perfection"

 I pull on your pecs--determined to make you hurt more--but you hold me wrists enough I get get a good yank on your chest again. 

Your hands latch onto my pecs and like leeches hold on, causing me pain and making me groan out even more, gritting my teeth, I try to bear the pain as much as I can and as best as I can.

 Holding your hands tight, I pull us out of the corner, before immediately running both of us hard, again sandwiching you between myself and the turnbuckle.

As you lay against the turnbuckle, I trace your face and observe it, holding you by your chin, making you look into my eyes.

As I then rock your face with a merciless slap across your face, watching with glee as your cheek turns red.

For a moment, I just take in this moment of you being under my mercy and smile, taking a moment to breath in my own glory.

You still hold my wrists--pushing me back, then spinning us--driving my back to the buckle again--my hands drop off your pecs--keeping me cornered and caged in, your palm strikes my face making my head snap to the side

 I lift my leg and bring my thigh to your bulge--some pressure and just the right friction--then feel your bulge respond back--cock stiffens against my leg. 

As I hold you there, you try to sweet talk me, using your legs and thighs to stroke me, asking me if it feels good and making me leak...

"Not as good as this...."

 I pull myself back and lean down, and start to rock your gut with multiple hard and solid shoulder basher into it, showing not an ounce of mercy from my end.

 As I continue to pummel your goddamn gut into oblivion, the sexual energy slowly fades as I overextend myself, my body locking in from the growing pain on my shoulder.

You keep me cornered--slamming your shoulder too my abs--keeping me pushed to the corner--battering my core--making me fold over your shoulder--but worse--I look and see your bulge is smaller--less aroused--what the fuck--I need to escape

 you keep me blocked in--I'm worried--I look at you and how you're positioned

I go to dive to the side, but you close in tighter--caging me--the ropes rub my sides while the buckles rub my back

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You take ⚄ 5 + ⚃ 4 = 9 pleasure. PLEASURE up to 34.

 I kick my knee up--catching your thigh when I was hoping to bust your balls to stun you--fuck--this is bad as I look at your face.

I have you caged, I am the hunter and you are my prey, I have you cornered and I will destroy you, I can still see my faint bite mark and the red hue of the slap I left earlier. I watch you trying to escape this cage, but then you piss me off as I see you try to go for my balls.

 "That's . IT!"

I smash my shoulder into your gut one last time, before grabbing your head and pulling you with me to the center of the ring, just dragging you out. Shoving your head between my thighs, grabbing your waist...

Lift you up, making your blood flow down into your skull, letting the dizziness disorient you and then... Suddenly drop you down with a pile driver right on your head.

 Hurting myself in the process, I sit up and look at you, dazed and just almost ready to be knocked out right now, just at the edge.

I raise my hand and slap your other cheek, sending you over the edge and knocking you out for good.

You bust my gut with the shoulder block--pulling me out and tucking my head--lifting me up--feet up in the air--dropped in a piledriver--nearly KO'd--my legs kick telling you I'm awake--and then you snap--rolling me over--and a hard slap knocks me out--my body goes limp on the mat. 

I let out a low, but stern sigh... A sigh of victory, of contentment and of earning the prize. Licking my lips, I scan over your body, looking at it like a piece of meat to tear down to the bone.

 My hand reaches out and I start shaking you, shouting at you "Pay up time whore!!!!" Not even waiting for you to wake up, I just grab your hair and pull us both out of the ring, opening up a steel chair. I sit down on it and drop you to the ground, ordering... "Get drunk on my musk, do not get up off of your knees..." My orders simple, direct and precise.

You try to wake me--but I'm out--you're impatient--snatching my hair--pulling me out if the ring--you set yourself up--dropping my knees between your feet--my head drops on your thighs--groaning as I start to wake up--turn my face and see your pouched white bulge--my nose right next to it--breathing in--my recovery breaths are full of your intense musk--I moan

Observing you wake up and then immediately get to musking yourself, I smile. "Good boy..." Locking my hands into your hair, I start to grind your face on my bulge, making sure to push your nose between the nooks and cranies.

Your fingers slide through my sweaty hair--praising me while rubbing my face over your sweaty bulge--your crotch mashing my nose--rubbing my lips--smelling everything--pubes--balls--all of it--making my already dazed minds swim more

I pull you out and make you look up at me, "tell me lil boy, what did you think you were going to do to me? Did you think you were going to win?" Spitting on your face, I get up and pull my speedo down, letting my cock flop out... "Choke yourself on it, if your mouth is off my cock, I will skull fuck you..." Smacking your head. "Immediately!"

Slightly drugged on your musk--then you make me look up at you--calling me little boy--asking what I was going to do--it's rhetorical--before I van think of an answer your mouth spits on my face--then you pull your cock free--right in my face now--my mouth envelops your cock--mouth tight and wet--sucking you--your spit sliding on my face--then a head smack--I groan--but keep sucking your stud dick

I let out low moans as you start to suck my cock, smacking you head I go. "Look up at me, keep your eyes on me at all times..." As I grab your hair and start to thrust and fuck your throat, building my release.

"Fuckkk your throat was made for this.... Fucking human fleshlight...."

I'm sucking you--it's bad--somehow you make it worse--ordering me to look up at you--locking eyes while my lips move up and down your cock--calling me a human fleshlight--a sex toy--my throat opens for your cock--my light eyes watering--on my knees--defeated

I keep pumping my cock in your throat, just not being nice at all. Pulling your hair, spitting on you, slapping you... Just being a menace as I start to make you choke on it, pushing you down. Before pulling you out, I pull you up and slam your face into my pit... "Clean it whore!"

 This shifts from cocksucking to face fucking--you thrust into my throat--keeping me looking up at you--your face twists and more spit hits my face--my nose starts running and my eyes water--there's no gentleness--you shove my head down--fully choking me--blocking my air--my scalp burns with the hair yank--my face covered in your spit and my tears shoved in your wet ripe pit--your pit sweat mixing with the other fluids as your pit hair paints my face--breathing in the rank musk--my speedo is tented and damp--now licking your pit

I keep you buried in my pit, forcing you to breathe it all, not letting you get an ounce of fresh air, I wanna hear the way your body begs for breath... "Tap if you want air...." Like I would actually do that... Nah, I just want to see you squirm and skitter under me...

 "Fuckkkk yeah.... Take it all... Get drunk on it, drown in it...."

My face fully pressed in--hard to breathe--licking out your armpit--tasting the ripeness--my body sways and my cock is fully hard--moaning--my hands rub your arms--dizzy and nearly delirious--getting drunk--stronger than any poppers I've hit--my asshole relaxing

Watching you breathe it all in and watching you feel get relaxed. I take this moment to leer and grope your body. My hand sliding down your back, squeezing your butt, teasing your crack... Once I feel you are dazed enough, I pull you out of the pit, forcing you to stagger and stand... Turning you around, I pull down your speedo to reveal your ass.... I give it a good hard spank, before pulling you down on my cock.. letting it impale you as pre starts to decorate you inside.

my body relaxing--you hold me up--I moan on your cock while you rub my back--palms squeeze my bubblew butt--then you tease my crack--my hips push back--letting you know--you pull my head back--then pull me up--you've got me wasted--staggering and swaying--you turn me around--I see the ring in front of us--my speedo gets tugged down and cool air hits my ass--followed by your hand--I whimper--my butt feeling warm--hands hold my hips--and you pull me to sit--right on your cock--taking your cock as I sit--no resistance--I moan and my back arches

I start to bounce you on my cock, letting you arch and flay around like a little fleshlight, just tight enough for me to fuck you right and fuck you good. I pull your hair back and wrap my hand on your neck as I increase my speed.... Building my release... Before I lock in my arms, making you choke on your breath as I moan out loudly and release ropes of cum inside your ass... Holding you there till I pump your insides fully and paint it white.

drugged out--bounced on your cock--when I arch, your hand grips my hair pulling my head back--you've got me moaning--hitting my prostate--my hard cock swinging in the air leaking--you pull my ass down--locking a hold on me--choking me--suspending me between pleasure and panic--my ass grips your cock--my eyes start to see spots--then you shoot--seeding my ass--painting the cave walls--exhausting me

Once I am done filling you up, I hold you like this for a moment. Kiss your cheek, before pulling my cock out of you and letting you drop onto the floor, ass up with cum dripping out of you. Slapping that ass one more time, I get off the chair, fix myself up... "Later loser!" And leave you there, broken, decimated and humiliated.

I'm choked out--left in dreamless sleep--you kiss my cheek--pull your cock out--then let me drop to my chest and face--ass up--legs spread so you see the leakage--my speedos caught on my right boot--the lights turned off--left to awaken alone--my breathing relaxes--utterly defeated and squashed.