Rassle N Roll Federation

  Ryder Kross

I shut my locker back in the locker room with a thud. I was so close to taking Alex down in my debut match. Promoters and fans loved the shit out of the match. He got lucky, and just snowballed. My dick throbs a bit flashing back to the rack, the fuck nelson. I push the thoughts out of my head. That isn't gonna happen this time. I slide my dark blue wrestling speedos on and flex up in the mirror. Yeah Titus is going down this time. I hear my music starting up, head to the curtain and explode down to the ring. I've got some fans after that first match, chants of "RYDER RYDER RYDER" filling up the arena as I slide into the ring. I put on a gun show for the crowd and settle in on top a turnbuckle waiting for my revenge victim to head on out.

  Alex Titus

The RNR promoters reach out to me to notify me I've received a rematch challenge.   Muscle stud, Ryder Kross, who I barely inched out a win in his RNR debut wants my ass in the ring for a rematch. I eagerly accept, remember how his tight hole and bubble butt felt on my cock. I'm determined to leave the victor tonight and show this new boy why I'm the former RNR Champion. I arrive at the gym and head to the locker room to change into my signature black trunks.  Then make my way to the ring - at 5 foot 9 and 212 pounds - I'm Alex "THE MUSCLE" Titus.   I have a large number of fans in attendance, cheering me on and chanting my name: "TITUS!! TITUS!! TITUS!!" I slide into the ring and see you sitting on the top turnbuckle in your corner. Raise my arm and cockily flex at you.   "Ready to be Rydden again Ryder???"

I hop down from the corner and meet you in the center of the ring. "You got lucky, even you know that" My hand reaches forward and teases up your abs and pecs, my 5'11 190lbs frame squaring up with you, "You're voice is gonna be hoarse moaning my name tonight Titus."

 Alex Titus

You reach forward and tease up my abs and pecs and I response by hitting a double biceps pose back at you.   "You like what you see Ryder - only you have this backwards. It will be you getting hoarse moaning my name while I pound that hot ass again this match."   The referee calls for the bell to start the match and I ready to lock up.

 Ryder Kross

There's no denying, of course I like what I see, but I know you do too. I give you a wink and silently mouth the word "Mine" and nod at your body. The bell goes off and I'm fired up to rectify the fact that you got lucky.

I charge right in and fake like I'm going for a tackle but instead my arm reaches up, snakes around your head and yanks it down with a tight side headlock. My bicep flexes up big, as does my pec as they compress the space between them, letting you get an early taste of my muscle as it grinds up against you.

"This match is gonna be fucking different here Titus, you're muscle is gonna be my jobber meat tonight." I grunt and use the headlock flip you down over onto your back and keep it on. Smothering your face in my pit now a bit. "Yeah you remember that don't you? Breathe it in" My dick flexes a bit from the testosterone surge.

I send a couple elbows back into your sexy abs, trying to come off fucking strong to show that I'm meaning business tonight. BAM BAM BAM

 Alex Titus

The bell rings and you charge right in. You fake a tackle and instead reach out and snake your arm around my head to lock in a head. I groan as you squeeze my head into your flank - locking in a crushing Headlock. You quickly use your hold to flip me over and throw me to the mat with a big Headlock Takeover. I remain down on the mat now in the Grounded Headlock. In this position a barrage of elbows into my six pack show you mean business tonight. I groan and buck and fight to get myself pulled free.

And then flex at my core to pull my legs up to your head. I wrap my legs around you head and neck and then straighten out my legs. Your arms loosen around my head as I drag you down onto the mat with a Big Head Scissors. I flex my quads and squeeze with your face buried in my crotch - crushing our head in the hold.

My rod throbbing in my trunks as I increase the pressure on your skull in the hold.

 Ryder Kross

My elbows are driving into those hot abs over and over while I keep the headlock on. Unfortunately leaning back to drive t hose into you leaves me open as your huge tree trunks reach up and wrap around my head, pulling me off the headlock. You pull my face in tight up against your crotch as your thick thighs start to crush my head, forcing a moan out of my mouth onto your bulge. Feeling you throb in your trunks.

Your squeeze and scent is hitting my head hard, and making my head spin early in the match. I've used this hold before and it can be dominating, but thankfully it's on early and it's not a match finisher. I push myself into you, my hands grabbing your legs as I push up onto my knees. And then with a growl into your pouch I stand up, lift your muscle up off the ring mat a few feet and slam you down to pop my head free. I keep a hold of your legs and flip you around onto your stomach and slam my ass down onto your back with a full boston crab.

Cranking those legs back that were just squeezing my head. "Yeeeah lets hear those groans of pain, loud so the guys can hear you in the back of the room Titus."

  Alex Titus

I work to keep you locked in the Head Scissors. You wrap your hands around my legs and push up to your knees. Then growl as you muscle up and lift me up off the mat. You powerbomb me back to the mat and the impact of my back on the mat, allows you to pop your head free. You quickly grab hold of my legs and flip me onto my stomach. I grunt as your ass settles on my lower back and you lock me in a painful Boston Crab. You lean back and wrench my back in the hold as I buck and fight to get myself free.

But I remain locked in the punishing hold, My cock throbbing in my trunks as I feel your ass on my back side.

But despite my fight and bucking, I remain trapped and securely locked in the punishing Boston Crab.

I have your legs nice and secured in both of my pits. Those big powerful legs are squirming and bucking, but I'm not having it. "Yeah Titus, I'm an expert Ryder, but I'm riding your muscle and gonna break you in like a prize" My biceps flex up to keep your legs under control and I use the full crab to start rutting my cock up against your ass as I bounce up and down to really work down your back hard.

"Oh you are so fucking mine Alex" I get cocky and keep your ankles and feet secured in my pit as I flex up my guns for the crowd which drive them wild. "RIDE HIM BREAK HIM" starts spreading through the crowd. "Hear that Alex? I gotta give the fans what they want." My cock continuing to grind up against that big muscular ass of yours as I punish and dominate with my crab.

"You wanna submit to me right now boy? Maybe I'll just cum you so hard that you can't do anything. Give these guys a real fucking show."

  Alex Titus

You flex your biceps ad keep my legs under your control. Bounce up and down on my back to really work me over in the hold. Your fans cheering your on and telling you to "Ryde Me and Break Me". I can feel you cock tenting your trunks and riding the crack between my ass cheeks as you wrench up my spine even more in the hold.

I continue to buck and fight and try to get my legs free from your grip, but you have my legs fully locked in and under your control. My cock rubbing on the mat under me as I fight to get free. Actually leaking some precum into the front of my trunks.

I muster some deep down strength and flex my quads to extend my legs and finally throw you forward, breaking free from the Boston Crab. Crawl to the ropes to get myself back to my feet.

I've got you really under control in this Boston crab, working that back down, grinding into your ass, making you feel how hard and big my cock is grinding up against your ass. I'm really getting into and your bucking seems to be getting weaker for a bit and I think you might be really giving in. But there is suddenly a surge in your legs which I finally cannot keep contained and it throws me forward with a thud.

I get up to my feet and go to try to get a hold of your ankles but you manage to pull them away from me. Watching you crawl away and that hot ass is making me throb. I move in, taking a stray kick from your getting away from me.

But you get to the ropes and I can't get a hold of you.

 Alex Titus

You get back to your feet and try to move in on me. But I roll out of reach and then quickly use the ropes to get back to my feet. You come in again and I pivot to the side to remain just out of your reach. Take and deep breath and launch off the ropes at you.

My cock throbbing in my trunks as I work you over in the hold. Remembering our last match when I fucked you hard in this position.

 Ryder Kross

You manage to get yourself back up onto your feet with the help of the ropes, and then use them to launch yourself at me. The speed lets you pivot around as your big arms wrap up around mine, locking on my neck with a Full Nelson. I feel those familiar pecs press into my back. I can't help but remember your fuck nelson in our first match, even without your words in my ear. I let out a groan, feeling you throb up against my ass.

Your grinding up against my ass is relentless. It's a brutal reminder of what happened before. It's making my 8 inch rod throb in my gear.

I start to grind my ass back on your bulge, using it as a distraction to swing my leg up and and drive my foot down onto yours to make you break the Nelson as I escape from your clutch. Breathing heavy, abs tenses up. I crack my neck ready for you. "Nice try, that's not happening again Titus"

 Alex Titus

You drive your foot down and flex your biceps to muscle out of my Full Nelson. You crank your neck and tell me that you aren't letting me take you down my Fuck Nelson again. "I have plenty of hot hold to work you over in and own that perfect ass - don't you fret Rookie...."

My cock throbbing and and tenting my precum wet trunks as I get a glimpse of your hot body bent up over my shoulder in the RNR titantron. The cheers of my fans now drowning out those of yours. "TITUS!! TITUS!! TITUS!!!"

  Ryder Kross

"Yeah yeah yeah, whatever you say Titus.....ugggghhhh ooofff" Snapping back at you my words stop as you slam your boot into my shredded abs. You hoist me up over your shoulder and start working my back as you bounce me in the hold. "Fuck!" I groan out loudly, the crowd is getting worked up again, especially seeing my hot body bent out.

I start to thrash and kick wildly and mange to slip out of your grip and off your shoulder. I land on my feet and slide in around behind you. My arm quickly snakes around your neck, and then locks in on my other bicep as I pull you into a standing Sleeper Hold. I pour my strength into my bicep flexing up against your neck as I wrap you up completely. I start to thrust up against your ass. "That's gonna be mine.

My dick continues to grind up against your ass, you can feel me throb good and hard up against you. I whisper, "You're already thinking about me fucking you in this aren't you Titus? It'll feel really fucking good."

  Alex Titus

You thrash and kick wildly and get me off balance. My grip loosens and you manage to slide out of my grip and off my shoulder. You land on the mat behind me and quickly snake your arms around my head and neck to lock in a Standing Sleeper Hold, I cough and struggle to breath as your thick arm settles across my throat. Pull at your arm to relieve the choke as you press your raging hard cock up into my ass. Only the fabric of our trunks keeping you out.

But as much as I pull and thrash, you manage to keep me subdued in the Sleeper Hold. My cock throbbing as I feel your hard rod against my ass. Try again to get myself free.

                                                              

But remain trapped in the Standing Sleeper Hold, struggling to breath as you flex your biceps even more against my throat.

 Ryder Kross

My bicep flexes even harder. The peak goes as hard as steel. It's so tight you can feel every little vein of my arm press into the skin of your neck. My hot breath is right at your ear. "Yeeeeeah Alex, you feel that bicep slowly choking you down? You're so fucking hot when you struggle" My hips start to piston up against your ass, making sure the outline of my cock pushes into the thin fabric that's covering your ass. Sliding between there, the pressure teasing your hole. I growl and start to pump and flex even harder into you.

The crowd is half cheering for you, but half loving the sight of the big muscle man getting sleepered in the middle of the ring. There are some chants building of "FUCK HIM" building in volume. I let out a low chuckle. "Hear that Alex, they want to see you fucked, you could just tap out now and give them what they want." My entire body flexes up and starts to thrash you back and forth in the sleeper like a rag doll.

My cock is throbbing as it grinds up against your ass, leaking precum heavily. The wetness starting to spread into the back of your trunks from it and pre-emptively get into your crack.

I use the sleeper and muscle you into the corner, pressing you into it chest first. My own pecs pressing into your back, making you face outwards towards your fans. I growl, "You're gonna be my muscle toy"

  Alex Titus

You continue to strangle me in the brutal hold. Making sure you tease my hole by pushing the outline of your thick rod up between my ass cheeks. You tell me to concede - but this Muscle Boy doesn't give up easily. I'm forced into the corner - you pecs pressed deep into my lats as you force me to face my fans. "Fuck You....." I struggle to mutter as you declare I'm going to be your Muscle Toy. Desperate, I buck and fight to get myself out of your crushing submission hold before I'm knocked out cold.

But remained pressed deep in the corner, unable to pull my head and neck free from your massive arms and cannonball biceps. My cock about to break free from the waistband of my trunks as your rod presses even deeper between my cheeks.

1:03 PM:  Alex Titus

But despite my best efforts, I remain trapped and fully subdued by your dominating Sleeper Hold.

  Ryder Kross

I glance over and see us up on the big screen. You pinned in the corner. Raging hard cock that looks like it's about to tear through your gear. My big arm locked in tight around your neck as I make you face out to the crowd here. "What's wrong Alex? Maybe you don't really want to get out? I think you WANT to be my muscle toy." My bicep flexes harder, I press my body harder against yours, making your bulge grind up against the turnbuckle.

I start grinding into you harder, using the corner as all the leverage I need to punish you physically and erotically in this hold. "Yeah not just my muscle toy, but you're gonna be a good boy for me aren't you Alex."

I let out a growl and push all of my weight into you. My arm pulsing in rapid succession, to fuck up your head as much as I can, controlling your breathing and blood flow in this brutal and dominating sleeper.

My thick rob continues to grind into you, my muscle forcing your package to frot the turnbuckle in the corner. "I wonder if you're going to cum first or go out first, either way you're gonna be my good muscle boy"

 Alex Titus

You taunt me as you maintain your brutal hold. Your huge arms flexed and toying with me now - cutting off my breath and the blood to my brain and then releasing just enough to allow me not to pass out in your arms. You push all your weight into me and in rapid succession continue to control my breath and blood flow at your whim in the hold. Desperate - I muster as much strength as I can knowing I only have one more chance to break free.

At find a way to drive my elbow back into your side. I think my successful fight shocks you a bit and your grip around my head loosens enough for me to break free. You stumble back and I pull myself out of the corner. Take a deep breath and continue to muster my inner strength to try to regain control of the match.

But you easily dodge my attempt to get you back in a hold.

I feel so close to having you, grinding, squeezing and humping you into submission into the corner. I let out a surprised grunt as your elbow manages to drive in hard to my side. "Uggggghhhhh fucker" I groan and hiss out at you as I stumble back a few steps, the force breaking the hold. I'm impressed you manged to dig deep to get out, but it's clear the sleeper fucked you up good as you come at me and I easily move out of the way.

Your movements look almost drunk and are a bit unpredictable. I keep trying to move in and get my grips on you. "Hold fucking still Alex" I growl out. I throw my body at you in frustration.

I manage to tackle you down onto your back. My hands reach up and grip the waist band of your gear and yank them down, letting that huge, plump muscle cock of yours free. It looks like it's covered in pre and on the verge of blowing it's load. I drop down behind you and pull you up into a seated position. My arm wraps back around your neck in a lose sleeper, just to control you. My free hand reaches down and starts to power jack your cock. "Time to cum for me muscle boy"

 Alex Titus

You throw your body at me and I manage to dodge your first couple of lunges. But then you come in too fast for me to dodge and I'm taken off my feet and tackled down to the mat. On the canvas, I'm stripped of my trunks and my hard 8"rod is free and slaps hard into my six pack. Precum leaking hard from my piss slit. I'm pulled into a seated position and then another Sleeper is applied to me to keep me grounded against your muscular body. I buck and fight but you reach down and grab my cock. I groan loudly as you start jacking me. Your strokes quickly increase my breathing rate. You stroke me fast and hard and it takes no time for you to force my body into convulsions. I explode, shooting my load onto my six pack as you force my load from me in the hold.

  Ryder Kross

I knew that big 8 inch cock of yours was prime to cum for me, and sure enough it blasts everywhere. Ropes shooting out. The crowd calling them out with each one of your spurts as that orgasm takes hold and your hot muscle convulses in my grip. "Yeeeeeah Alex, see you already know how to be my good muscle boy. Our first match was just a fluke wasn't it?" My head leans down and bites on your earlobe a bit. "But we aren't even done yet" My hand withdraws from your cock and smears your cum over your pecs and abs, using it like an oil to make them glisten. I shove you down onto your stomach and peel my gear off. I lean down and drape my pre stained speedos over your face and take a deep breath.

Breathing in deep, taking stock of that exposed muscle ass. I give it a slap and watch how your cheeks jiggle. I lean forward, my head presses up against your hole. I flex it, flaring my head to stretch you open a bit. My hands reach down and grab yours, crossing them across your neck. Those cannon ball arms you have now my own weapon against you. "You thought your nelson fuck was dominating? You haven't seen anything yet my muscle boy toy.  You get the HONOR to be the first MUSCLE BOY to experience my finisher - THE CROSS RYDER!!" I yank back on your wrists and use the motion to plunge my 8 inches into you balls deep with a single thrust.

I let out a growl of pleasure as your tight muscular ass swallows my shaft. "Fuuuuck yess this ass is mine muscle boy" I start to piston into you as I pull your arms back to choke you.

  Alex Titus

After you force my load from me, you shove me down onto the mat and onto my stomach. I splat in my cum load and before I can even move, you have my arms and cross them in front of my throat and pull back to lock my in your brutal CROSS RYDER. I cough and groan as you take my ass. You drive the full length of your 8" beer can rod into me with a single thrust. I groan as I'm fucked hard. You taunt as you piston me. My cock rubbing against the canvas with each thrust. I buck and fight to get myself free.

But remain pinned under you, as you jackhammer me in the Choke Fuck Hold.

 Ryder Kross

Your groans and bucking are just making my fat cock pulse and flex in arousal while it's fully sheathed in your chute. "Yeeeeah muscle boy, buck all you want, I told you I was gonna tame you, how's it like RYDING my cock now" The crowd is going absolutely nuts. Cheers of my name, chanting to fuck you, pretty sure looking around I see a lot of the crowd just opening jacking seeing the EX champ getting a brutal fuck in the ring. I flex up again and crank your wrists, letting your own arms choke you more as I use it to drive in deep. Using my thrusts to have my cock explore that ass and find out what's gonna make you moan the hardest.

I'm pretty sure I feel your ass clench and squeeze my cock extra hard with one of my thrusts. "Yeeeeah mapping that ass out muscle boy. You ever been fucked into submission in your own ring? I'm gonna give you the Ryder Kross experience and you'll be dreaming about this fuck for weeks." I start driving into that spot over and over.

My arms flex and I start panting, just letting the lust flow through me. My abs tensing as I suck in air as I pound your ass into oblivion. My balls slapping up against those cheeks over and over and over. My precum is so heavy it's spilling out from around and dripping down your taint onto the mat.

"I wanna hear you moan for me Alex! Tell the guys here that you're my muscle boy toy!!!" My sweat is dripping down and splashing all over your body as even the ring is shaking a bit from the muscle fuck you're getting.

I remain moaning loudly as you continue to choke me in the brutal Fuck Hold. I'm at your mercy and pinned under you. I feel your raging hard cock slam in an d out of my tight hole. I clench in response but you drive the full length of your rod into me even harder in response. My moaning can be heard in the last row of the arena as you slam deep into me. You punch my G spot over and over - using me as your personal Muscle Boy Toy. I try to relax as you Ryde me to get some strength back.

As you continue to split open my ass with your thick rod. Precum again leaking from mine as it rubs back and forth on the mat.

And I try one final time to pull free from your jackhammering.

But remain trapped in your Fuck Choke Hold to the cheers of the whole arena now - your fans and mine.

 Ryder Kross

Your body is starting to give in, I feel you relaxing, trying to control your breathing to recover. I haven't broken you yet. "Still have some fight in you Alex?" My cock flexes up in your ass, stretching your hole wider. "I know by your moans you are enjoying it, any man would. But I'm gonna break you soon enough" To prove that point I start pulling almost all the way out, my head flaring to stretch your ring and driving my hips forward with all the force I have to punish your amazing muscle ass.

On that powerful thrust, i feel that special pleasure button, that prostate. "Ever had a man just flex his cock up against your prostate Titus? It fucking drives muscle fuck toys wild. Let me know what you think" My cockhead presses up and just rests on it. Flex. Flex. Flex. My head flaring, ring of my thick head grinding up against it over and over.

"This is where you're gonna cum hands free for me, no one can resist this." Flex. Flex. Flex. My thick beer can cock stretching your muscled chute as my head keeps flaring and rubbing on your prostate. Over and over and over.

"Let me hear it, who's giving you the best fuck of your life Alex"

  Alex Titus

You hammer me even harder from behind, owning my ass and completely using me as your Muscle Toy. All I can do is moan louder and louder as you hammer me harder and harder. You flex your shaft and rod against my prostate as you split me wide open. My cock rubbing between my abs and the mat. Trapped under you - you fuck me hard. And then it happens. My body tenses and I cry out: "You are giving me the best fuck of MY life....." I explode -my cock untouched. I shoot a second stream of warm cum between my abs and the canvas - my load literally pounded out of me.

 Ryder Kross

My cock flexes wildly and spurts out pre into your chute when you cry out that I'm giving you the best fuck of your life and explode. Your 8 incher flooding out cum while it's pinned under your body, soaking into the ring canvas, your abs grinding over it, covering your muscle with even more of your cum. I let out a loud roar. My hands drop your wrists and let your head and arms flop down onto the mat in front of you. I keep you impaled on my cock and lean forward. My head leans down, my mouth licks and bites up your muscular back, up to your traps, marking you up as mine. I whisper in your ear, "I've seen the tapes. The champ. Using his camel clutch. I'm gonna make you submit in your own hold." And with that, I keep my 8inch fuck rod buried in you and grab your big arms and hoist you up, letting them drape over my powerful legs. I settle into the fuck camel and start to thrust hard into you as I growl out. "How's that feel am I doing it correctly my muscle boy?"

One of my hands cups your chin and I raise the other one up in a big bicep flex to the crowd. The noise in the arena is deafening as your fans see you fucked and worked in your own hold. I bend your body back far, settling in and driving my thick cock harder and faster into you. My body is panting, abs heaving.

"Time to submit to me Alex. Tell them you're my muscle boy toy. Who owns this muscle Alex" I crank back even harder with my one hand on your jaw, the other staying flexed up to show off for the crowd.

  Alex Titus

You keep me impaled on your massive rod even after you fucked a second load from me. I lay exhausted after having cummed twice. Then you adjust yourself and sit on my ass while you continue to fuck me. Then you reach down and haul my arms up over your thick thighs. You grab my chin and haul me up into my own sex fight finisher - the Fuck Camel Clutch. I groan as I'm worked into position. You don't even bother to lock in the hold with both hands. You cockily flex your right bicep while you lean back and bend me up, wrenching my spine with your left hand up under my chin. You continue to fuck me in the hold and it takes no time for your to force a submission from me. I immediately start tapping on your shin and I moan out my submission. "I GIVE!! I GIVE!! SUBMIT!!!! YOU OWN MY MUSCLE ASS!! I'M YOUR MSUCLE BOY TOY!"

  Ryder Kross

It doesn't take long for your body to full submit and break to me. Your voice cries out, that submission, telling me I own your ass and that you're my muscle boy toy, fuck it almost makes me cum right then and there. I keep the hold locked on, making sure to imprint the fluke our first match was and to cement you being my muscle boy toy right now. I move my bicep down and grind it up against your mouth, rubbing the sweaty peak all over your face. "You're fucking right your mine. And now I'm gonna show this arena how true it is." 

I let your arms flop down and I slide my cock out from your ass. I stand up and pull you up to your feet. My arms begin to wrap around yours, settling in on your neck. "You know what happens now my muscleboy toy." I plow my cock balls deep right back into you. A revenge Fuck Nelson. I let out a growl. "Lets see what happens when I fuck a third load out of you"

My arms flex up as I press my pecs into your back. "How good does my cock feel in you my muscleboy? I'm not sure if you're gonna even be able to walk straight tomorrow" I flex my thick shaft in you, my bicep peaks going rock hard as I force your head down to watch your 8 inches swing wildly.

This match as been exhausting but I'm fueled on pure muscle lust. Your ass feels so fucking perfect with how tight it is. My balls slapping into your ass as I parade you around the ring in the nelson, showing your submitted body off to the crowd. "Look at my muscleboy folks! This is why he's the EX champ"

  Alex Titus

After you force my submission, you decide you aren't done and you release the camel and I flop almost lifeless to the mat. I lay in my cum puddle, breathing heavy when you grab my hair and force me back to my feet in order to shoot your arms up under my pits and lock in a revenge Fuck Nelson. I groan as you take my ass yet again this match. My chin is forced down into my pecs and I'm forced to watch my cum leaking cock bounce up and down in front of me in unison to the jackhammering that's resumed to my ass. I moan loudly as you continue to use and abuse your Muscle Boy Fuck Toy to the continued cheers from this on their feet RNR crowd.

  Ryder Kross

There isn't a single voice chanting your name right now. It's a chorus of "RYDER RYDER RYDER" and "FUCK HIM" and "TITUS TOY TITUS TOY" It's fueling me. Despite the ravaging of your ass, it's like a muscled sex sleeve as I piston fuck you like I haven't anyone in a ring. Thrust after thrust that each one feels like I'm hitting the inner depths of your ass. Rearranging your insides.

My mouth presses forward up against your neck, chewing on that thick corded muscle. My body is drenched in sweat as I breathe heavily. I have one thought on my mind. Fucking you until you're a pile of muscle and filling up both your holes.

"Hows it feel muscleboy, to be mine" THRUST THRUST THRUST

 Alex Titus

I immediately resuming tapping out on your forearm signaling my complete submission. You hold me on display in the Fuck Nelson - I continue tapping out. "I GIVE!!! I GIVE!!!" I remain impaled on your hard cock. You jackhammer my ass harder and harder in the hold. Your cock head pounding my prostate over and over and ripping my ass open. My hard cock bounces up and down and slaps my abs with each thrust, leaking more and more precum as you pound me using me as you please.

  Ryder Kross

I let out a growl into your ear, "No muscleboy, there's no submitting now. You've already submitted. Toys don't get to submit" My biceps flare up even harder to crank your neck down as your 8 inch cock is spewing pre again and slapping up and down against your perfect abs with the force of the nelson fuck. "I decide when I'm done with you"

I let out a roar as my powerful cock swells up. My balls are churning. They are so full from this match. My cum tanks stretching my sack out and ready to fill you up in all the ways that I can. My entire body starts to flex up even harder as I see your cock start to spray out ropes of cum. 3, 4, 5, ropes of cum painting the inside of your ass white with my thick juice. So many ropes that with the force of the fucking it starts to dribble out around.

I fuck you harder impaled on my cock into the corner turnbuckle, letting your cum filled ass dribble out down my shaft. My hand reaches forward and grabs your head as I drive my cock in full force, balls slapping up against your perfect ass. 

My rod flexing and pulsing more as the 6th and 7th rope launch into you. Holding your head there so you're forced to take it all.

  Alex Titus

You tell me I don't get to submit and only will decide when you are done with me. I remain impaled on your thick rod and unable to put up a fight. I am your FUCK TOY and become complicit to allow you to finish with me as you please. You continue to fuck me until you've worked another load from my aching balls. I shoot onto the mat in front of us as you pound another load from me. Then I hear you moan loudly as your body tenses up and you slow for a moment - you rod flexes only to fill me up with your Big Alpha Load. 

You breed me in the center of the ring. The pressure of your load is too much and I continue to shoot the remainder of my cum as your fuck me dry. Having my third load forced from me is too much for me to take and my bucking and fighting does quiet as I'm fucked into unconsciousness in your Fuck Nelson.

 Ryder Kross

Your limp body in the corner as my cock finishes pulsing and loading up your mouth with those last final ropes of my pent up load. I slowly pull back and let my cock free from your mouth and see your head roll around limp. I lean down, my lips lock onto yours for a deep kiss, I can taste my load on your lips. I use the kiss as a bit of mouth to mouth to slowly rouse you. My eyes locked on yours. "Evened the score. Rematch anytime my muscleboy. Lets go get you cleaned up, I take good care of my toys" I hoist you up out of the corner, flopping you over my shoulder. My hand slaps your ass and squeezes your glutes as I carry you out of the ring and into the back, letting your utterly spent cock rest on pecs.

 Alex Titus