THE HIGH TABLE
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Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: While I was peacefully at home, I received an email from someone named Marco, who started insulting and provoking me in English and Italian, saying he'd witnessed my fight against Tony and wanted revenge. I never say no to putting an arrogant Italian in his place, so I replied that I had a trip to Italy planned soon. I suggested we have a fight in the ring where his friend had suffered his humiliating defeat, so I could dominate him too and show everyone that Italians are just a bunch of loudmouths without balls. The day arrived, and after quickly taking care of my business, I headed to the club where I'd humiliated Tony, thinking that with Marco, his pain and humiliation had to be slowed down.I arrived at the changing rooms and put on my Belgian wrestling briefs, remaining barefoot, hoping that this future Italian slave could lick my feet. I leave the locker room and as soon as I enter the arena I hear the crowd booing and insulting me in Italian. They must remember what I did to Tony and they're hoping I'll lose. As for me, I can't wait to show them my dominance over Italy. I go to my corner of the ring to warm up while I wait for my opponent, glancing out of the corner of my eye at the corridor to see you arrive.
Marco_the_champ: On the screen appears our match card and my music starts to play filling the arena followed by a huge cheer from my fans.
Marco_the_champ: 
Marco_the_champ: I enter in the arena cockily walking down the aisle saying hello to my fans smirking and flexing biceps. I start to climb the steel stairs below my corner stopping to watch the camera and shout “this fucking belgian will meet his doom today! I will avenge Tony and fuck up this asshole” I jump over the ropes and land on my barefeet, wearing my italian speedos and kneepads looking at you punching the air warming up my muscles
Marco_the_champ: 
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I know my role is that of the arrogant Belgian who likes to beat up Italians, but what I have in front of me is unsettling. Tony was already handsome; his Italian charm and kind-daddy face had captivated me, but Marco is different. His slightly tanned body reminds me of gingerbread, topped by a dreamy face and a beard that suits him perfectly. I start looking at you for a long time, a mocking smile on my lips as I yell, "YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME? ITALIANS ARE NOTHING BIG MOUTHS WITH SMALL DICKS, AND I'M GOING TO PROVE IT TO YOU ONCE AGAIN." I walk right up to you, cracking my neck, and say, "You bitch, you're going to suffer. Tony left on a stretcher, and you'll leave in a coffin."
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: 
Marco_the_champ: I grin and walk to the centre of the ring going face to face against you slamming my meaty pecs on yours “you have a big mouth belgian brat but tonight you will go down” I growl into your face pushing with my forehead ref comes to take us apart
Marco_the_champ: 
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: It's even more awful for me; up close you're truly magnificent, and your brown eyes make me want to gaze into them for a long time. I resist your urge to push me with your pecs, and when the referee arrives to separate us, I quickly back away and give you a humiliating little slap, a smirk playing on your lips with a defiant look in my eyes.
Marco_the_champ: I smirk and lick my lips touching my face then the bell ring and I start to circle the ring watching you raising my arms to challenge you in a test of strenght “c’mon asshole show me your power!”
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: You're immediately offering me something I love, a test of strength. Normally I'd be sadistic, but I want to show you I can beat you fair. I raise my hands in the air, intertwine my fingers with yours, and press my chest against yours, trying to push you back against the ropes.
Marco_the_champ: I slam my feet on the mat and start to push you back not moving of an inch. Biceps hardening and I grunt feeling your hot breath on my face
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I push and I feel you resisting me as much as I resist you. Our two bodies, muscles hardened, don't budge an inch. We're putting on a magnificent show for the spectator, and the show before me is magnificent. I sense I won't have the advantage, so I unravel my fingers from yours to spin around, grabbing your head for a side headlock. Your torso is bent forward, and my back is pressed against your right shoulder as I grip your head.
Marco_the_champ: I grunt and suddenly I find myself locked aside you my head squeezed between your pecs and bicep while I have a first smell of your testosterone scent, slam my feet on the mat wrapping my arms around your waist and hoist you up in air dropping us back in a suplex
Marco_the_champ: 
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: This position feels good, and I thought I could hold it for a while, but you manage to lift me and deliver a German suplex, letting me fall back onto your shoulders. I roll quickly and get up while the crowd roars at having seen this cocky Belgian get lifted like a rag doll. I smile at you and say, "Not bad, kid, you're not lacking in strength."
Marco_the_champ: I roll ok the mat and jump on my feet “I told you I won’t be an easy target!” I say smirking and standing in front of you
Marco_the_champ: 
Marco_the_champ: Then quickly start to run against you bicep displayed aiming to your pecs for a clothesline
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I see you running towards me and I know it can hurt; you're much stronger than I thought. I lean forward and run in turn, slamming my shoulder into your abs, continuing to run until I smash your back against the corner of the ring.
Marco_the_champ: Uuuuuughhhh you manage to avoid my clothesline and suddenly you tackle me against the corner smashing my back against the steel pole
Marco_the_champ: BAM ring shakes and I grab the ropes to not fall down panting
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I feel the post tremble and I grin with pleasure, a sadistic pleasure at being able to humiliate an Italian again. I grab your right wrist and swing you into the opposite ropes, running straight behind you to deliver another shoulder charge as you reach the far corner.
Marco_the_champ: Ughhhh you toss me through the ring and I run to the opposite corner but quickly grab the ropes and jump high in air letting you run below me hitting your shoulders against the turnbuckle
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I see you lift yourself up at the last second, showing me you have as much strength as agility, and my shoulder slams against the turnbuckle. "AAAAAAAAAAHHH" I fall to my knees, clutching my shoulder, knowing you're behind me, ready to avenge that Italian bastard.
Marco_the_champ: I land behind you cockily smirking “this fucker thought I was a weaker wanker like Tony”
Marco_the_champ: 
Marco_the_champ: Saying so I grab your head an your beard making you stand then pulling your chin making you stepping back against the corner and display your pecs. I lick my hand and chop your pecs spraying sweat all over
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: When you grab my head and beard, I can't do anything but stand up, leaning my back against the corner and showing you my broad, muscular pecs. I see you lick your hand before slapping my chest. I let out a sharp, sharp sound, feeling my cock relish the sensation. Then I grab your shoulders, turning us around and pinning you against the ring post before licking my hand and slapping your chest, wanting to show you that you're not the only one who can play this game.
Marco_the_champ: “Fuck!” I yell as you turn us around and slam my meaty pecs making me bend over grabbing my burning chest in pain
Marco_the_champ: 
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I quickly grab your head and clamp it between my legs, squeezing it tightly between my wide thighs before wrapping my arms around your waist, lifting you onto my lap, your legs over my shoulders. I strut around the ring with my new trophy, the crowd booing me.
Marco_the_champ: I am paraded around the ring by you, angry for the humiliation I start to blow punches on your head BAM BAM BAM then grab your back neck and push your face into my bulge hoping you lose balance
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I thought I'd weakened you enough, but I realize there's a gulf between you and Tony. I take your punches, which stun me a little, and when you push me, I can't counter your hip thrust, feeling your hard cock against my face before I fall onto my back, the ring vibrating with the impact of my body and your weight crashing down on my chest.
Marco_the_champ: Taking advantage of the momentum I hook both of your legs as your body jackknifes below me and pin you down. Ref drops ONEEEEEE
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: The impact on my shoulders stunned me; when the referee counts one, I don't have the presence of mind to get back up.
Marco_the_champ: I tight my hold smirking your naked feet right in front of my face as you are folded like paper TWOOOOO
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I wake up suddenly to the sound of "TWO" and extend my legs, trying to kick you in the face before rolling and getting up quickly, knowing that now I truly have to consider you a dangerous opponent, the crowd chanting your name while others laugh that you managed to go for the first pin.
Marco_the_champ: Your sweaty foot slam into my face and I fall on my back stunned shaking my head “fuuuck” I yell for the frustration as my cock starting to tent my speedos
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: Taking advantage of your being on your back, I run toward you and grab your legs, placing them under my armpits before trying to turn around to bring you a Boston Crab.
Marco_the_champ: “No no no wait!” I scream but you’re too strong and manage to turn me on my stomach. Legs locked under your pits spine arched badly I start to scream in pain “aaaaaghhh let me gooooo”
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I sit on your buttocks, crushing your already hard penis against the floor, and I say, "Are you giving up?"
Marco_the_champ: “NNNOOOOO AAAAAAGHHGHH” Eyes start watering the pain on my back is strong I stretch my arms and finally touch the bottom rope
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I see the referee asking me to release you, and I refuse. I know I still have four seconds before I have to release you, and I intend to make the most of it. But then I hear the referee start counting at breakneck speed: "ONETWORTH!" I release you immediately, wondering if this Italian knows how to count, and I pull you to the center of the ring before turning you onto your back and pinning you with my back against your chest, grabbing your leg for the pin.
Marco_the_champ: I am moved on my back and laying down my abs going up and down while I am panting badly, you put your back on my chest and hook my leg. Ref drops down ONEEEEEEE
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I breathe heavily, desperate to catch my breath. I'm not really paying attention to the referee; I'm just savoring my impending victory.
Marco_the_champ: TWOOOOOOO! I am opening my eyes at the two but not moving then right before the three I raise my arms moving up my shoulder breaking the pin even if the ref slam the ring the third time he declares was a two count
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I hear the referee hit the third hit and show the crowd that you got up beforehand. Rage surges through me. I stand up and grab the referee by the collar, starting to insult him and yelling so the crowd can hear me: "CAN'T YOU COUNT, YOU SHITTY ITALIAN? IT'S 3, NOT 2. HE LOST THE FIGHT!"
Marco_the_champ: Ref starts to yell you back saying it was a two count and you are risking a DQ. I put myself on my 4s and slowly stand as you push away the ref and turn around I raise my leg and superkick you hitting with my stinky foot your chin BAM
Marco_the_champ: 
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I try to stay calm, not wanting to get disqualified and thinking I'll get used to these underhanded tactics, but when your superkick hits my chin, my feet leave the ground slightly before I crash hard onto my back. The referee has to jump out of the way to avoid being crushed by me as the crowd erupts in cheers.
Marco_the_champ: 
Marco_the_champ: I stand landing on my feet again looking at you on your back stunned, your hot body soaked in sweat panting and grunting, huge load of pre appears on my trunks.
Marco_the_champ:
Marco_the_champ: Start to climb the turnbuckle then jump in air my body displayed shining under the lights cos the sweat and aiming at your body for a frogsplash
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: My chin aches, and I feel like I'm hallucinating. I see an angel above me, and judging by its size, it's going to hurt. I roll at the last second, leaving you to smash your chest on the floor. Since this referee has decided to play dirty, let's do the same. I grab your wrist with one hand and the back of your head with the other to pull you up, and as fast as I can, I send you hurtling toward the corner of the ring, toward the referee, wanting to put all my strength into making that bastard get hit by my opponent.
Marco_the_champ: Uuuuugh I slam my own body on the mat and start to kick my feet on the ground in pain hoozing spit from my lips on the canvas. Then you make me stand and irish whip against the corner slamming against the ref sqash him between my body and the pole koing him. I walk towards you stunned arching my back
Marco_the_champ: 
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: When I see you walking towards me, I start running and I shoulder-bend you, grabbing your muscular thighs before lifting you up, spinning you around, and dropping you hard onto your back. I stay on top of you for the pin, not having seen that the referee was knocked out.
Marco_the_champ: 
Marco_the_champ: You spinebuster me in the centre of the ring I lay on the mat eagle spread staring at the ceiling breatging hard, abs puffing up and down then you lay on my body I can smell your scent of sweat you press your pecs on my facenwaiting fornthe count but no one counting
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I glance quickly at the referee and see he's sitting on the floor, his back against the corner of the ring. I don't know if I should stay like this, enjoying your hot, intense body, or if I should do something else. I know that without a referee, we can't do anything, so I release you and grab the referee's wrist to pull him towards us.
Marco_the_champ: Time goes on I stand there recovering on the canvas trying to reenter in the match you pull the ref and land again on me ref is starting a slow count still dizzy ONEEEEEEEE
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I see the referee counting down like a snail, but I have no choice. You're dazed enough to consider it a victory anyway. I stay lying on top of you, patiently waiting for the count.
Marco_the_champ: Twooooooooooooo i pant and enjoy the feeling of your muscles on mine, our scents mixing and my cock start to hooze pre. Then the ref faints not ending the counting
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I see the referee faint, but I don't know if he's faking it or not. I can't concentrate anymore with this erection caressing my arm while I hold your leg. I release your leg and turn to lie completely on top of you, face to face. "You're mine," I say, and then I start kissing you, caressing your arms until I clasp your hands in mine.
Marco_the_champ: I kiss you back as our wet bulges start to rub against each others I can feel your musky scent your hard cock on mine as you pin me on the mat… crowd screaming at me cause I am pinned and risking to lose the match but for now I am focused on your hot body
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: When I rub against you, you can feel that I've already released quite a bit of precum. I smell your musk, which fascinates me, and I dare to say softly, "If you smell like this, what must your feet smell like?" before kissing you again, forgetting for a moment the crowd yelling at you to get up, focusing only on you, my handsome hot Italian.
Marco_the_champ: “Wanna feel the taste of them?” I moan in your ear then turn us around standing and putting my foot on your face shoving my toes between your lips
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: You hear the crowd cheering as you turn and stand, placing your foot on my face, and you see me start to inhale the scent of your foot, moaning softly. Then I gently run my tongue between your toes, grasping your ankle and heel so I can lick you properly, feeling completely submissive to this beautiful foot that exudes your masculine scent.
Marco_the_champ: I rub my hard as fuck cock under my speedos then suddenly I feel the ref starts to waking up and I start to stomp your pecs and abs with my foot.
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I lick you eagerly and feel you move your foot from my mouth to pound my chest. I try to protect myself with my hands as best I can, remembering that we're in a fight.
Marco_the_champ: I see you protecting as you can then I jump in air and drop on your chest with my quad in a legdrop all my weight on you
Marco_the_champ: 
Marco_the_champ: Ring shakes and I smirk “sorry hottie but we are opponents”
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I take your thigh strike and clutch my chest before rolling over. Every word you say makes my cock throb; your beautiful accent drives me wild. I get up, rubbing my chest, licking my lips to taste your feet again, then I put both hands up in your direction and say, "Another test of strength, big guy?"
Marco_the_champ: I stand and raise my hands our hard cocks pointing each others we collide again grunting and growling slamming our pecs “I will beat you!”
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: We've fought so much already that our scents mingle. I breathe in your musk deeply, feeling the sweat on our powerful, colliding pecs. "You'll never beat me. I'm going to make you my whore, just like I did with Tony." I try to push you towards the ropes of the ring, moaning with the effort and the pleasure of having such a beautiful man pressed against me.
Marco_the_champ: Panting and growling, I try to push you back but I am exhausted and it seems you are not so tired, I start to step back breathing in the pungent smell of your sweaty body, then move aside and dig my knee into your abs
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I watch you recoil with pleasure, but my chest pressed against yours prevents me from seeing your knee strike me hard across my abs. I drop to one knee, head down, groaning in pain, still holding your hands in mine.
Marco_the_champ: I let your hands go letting you on your knees
Marco_the_champ: 
Marco_the_champ: I run back bouncing on the ropes than run again towards you and jump in air hitting your huge pecs with my sweaty feet in a dropkick
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I gasp for air, your knee having thoroughly wrecked me. I lift my face just in time to see you lunge toward me, but not fast enough to dodge. Your sweaty, tantalizing feet land on my chest, sending me reeling backward, legs tucked under my buttocks. My hands clutch my pecs as I groan in pain, my cock releasing a good amount of precum from the pleasure I'm experiencing with my opponent.
Marco_the_champ: Standing I grab your head and hoist you up on your 4s then lock your head between my quads rolling you up making you sitting on my shoulders, your soaked in pre bulge right in front of my face so I can smell it hard feeling my cock hoozing pre. “Ready to lose like the weak belgian you are?” Saying so I smash your body on the canvas with a powerbomb
Marco_the_champ: 
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I'm running out of strength, and I can feel you lifting my 120 kg without the slightest difficulty. My wet wrestling briefs are plastered to your face. I quickly place my hands behind your head and reply "vafan goulo" with a terrible Italian accent before feeling my body fall backward and my back slam onto the ring, which begins to shake, though less so than the crowd, which is on the verge of going berserk watching you take down an arrogant Belgian.
Marco_the_champ: Panting, exhausted from the effort I drop on my knees then put your legs on my shoulders and bend you over pinning you on the mat, with my hard cock pressed on your ass through the fanric of our briefs, ref drops down ONEEEEE
Marco_the_champ: 
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I remain lying there as the referee counts "ONE." I breathe heavily, and your hard cock against my buttocks makes me want you. I feel your sweat trickle down me as I feel your panting breath on me.
Marco_the_champ: I put all my weight on your hot body pucking your ass with my hard thick cock, “You’re done belgian asshole” I growl over you TWOOOOOOOOO
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I'm struggling, but I refuse to let you do this to me. I tell you to "fuck off, you fucking Italian," and then I tense my whole body before the "THREE," lifting one shoulder off the ground before I collapse sideways, completely exhausted.
Marco_the_champ: I can’t believe this, my eyes go wide my mouth open, you manage to break the pin and the ref starts to yell it was a two count “No, fucking bastard it was a three!” I yell to the ref. Looking back at you I grab your feet and stand holding your legs spread with your feet into my hands. “Now I will destroy you” I growl
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I take advantage of the brief respite you give me by yelling at the referee to catch my breath, but it's not enough. You grab my feet and lift them, spreading them apart. I look at you with a mixture of hatred and admiration. "Screw you, you pathetic little shit, I'm not beaten yet." You can hear from my voice that I'm panting heavily.
Marco_the_champ: I grin hearing your arrogance still strong, so quickly I lock your legs between mines and drop on my ass locking you in a painful figure4 lock “Time to scream fucker!”
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I see you clamp my thighs and I know I'm going to suffer. I clench my teeth as hard as I can, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of hearing me scream while I try to reach out and grab the ropes, unable to do anything but suffer terribly.
Marco_the_champ: Your thighs are squeezed by mines, I hold your stinky foot on my pecs twisting it, the smell of feet and sweat and pre is surrounding us I tight the hold “Give up piece of shit!” I growl
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: At this point, I can't resist any longer. I huff and puff and groan, then let out a horrible scream of pain that delights the crowd. I don't want to answer you, just scream in agony. I try to crawl toward the ropes to grab them, having lost all hope if I fail.
Marco_the_champ: I slam my hands on the mat trying to move you away from the ropes “No fuck you give up NOW” I yell sweating and panting
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I see my hands moving away from the ropes and I know I'm going to lose this fight. I stop yelling as I exhale sharply, rubbing my sweaty face as if someone's thrown a bucket of water over me, trying to hold on for as long as I can. I raise my arm high, groaning in pain, feeling my legs burn like never before. I'm panting like a little dog, seeing how tired you are too, but I'm afraid I won't be able to last. Just a few more seconds and you'll break my leg. You can hear me moaning in French, "putain putain, putain, putain" my hand still raised, ready to strike if I don't wear you down fast enough.
Marco_the_champ: “No! Give up fucker Give up now or I break your leg! Hai perso pezzo di merda!” I scream out loud seeing you ready to hit my quad. Our bodies are leaving waterfalls of sweat on the mat below us, the smell of our bodies is strong
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: It's too much for me. I lie back, my hand slamming violently against the floor several times as I scream in pain, "I GIVE UP, I GIVE UP!" smelling your scent all over me, my legs on the verge of breaking, and my opponent still full of strength and life.
Marco_the_champ: “Say it in italian as Tony wanted c’mon, or I won’t let you go!” I yell as the ref calls the match and start to yell to me the match is over and I have to let your leg free… But I don’t listen and keep going to torture you
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I start yelling "mafia, I give up! pizza, pepperoni, I give up!" not knowing how to yell "I give up!" in Italian, wanting to mock you one last time, hoping you'll get disqualified if you don't let me go.
Marco_the_champ: “Vaffanculo stronzo” I yell letting you go at the end slamming your legs on the mat standing screaming out loud slapping my pecs like an animal “I won fucking asshole”
Marco_the_champ: 
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I fold my legs, holding them, moaning in pain, and seeing you tense those superb muscles, I touch your foot with my hand and look at you, saying "Ero arrogante, un vero bastardo belga, hai vinto, mi sottometto al tuo potere, ti appartengo."
Marco_the_champ: Finally is over and you are tamed. Tony is avenged and I won. Putting my hands on my hips I shove my toes into your mouth “leak the winner foot”
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I lie on my back, my body paralyzed by the pain in my legs. I know I've lost, that I've been beaten in this very ring in Italy where I beat Tony. I see you posing victoriously while I shove my toes into my mouth. I start licking without moving a muscle, moaning with pleasure and submission as my tongue gently slides between your toes. "You won, damn it, you beat me, you fucking Italian, fuck, I got wrecked."
Marco_the_champ: “Yeah taste a real Italian beef, loser!” I growl as my cock release a huge load of pre. I move you on your back with my foot and take off my briefs showing my thick hard leaking cock putting myself sitting on your chest
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I moan like a real slut as I lick your foot, savoring the pleasure of having such good Italian meat in my mouth. When you turn me onto my back, I see your huge, hard, glistening penis. I automatically open my mouth when you sit on me, showing you that I want to taste it more than anything, becoming more and more addicted to Italian meat.
Marco_the_champ: I take my thick hard soaked in pre cock and shove it into your mouth facefucking you make it going down to your throat “Oh yeah belgian taste a real italian sausage” I say flexing my guns towering you
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I've lost, and I admit it. I become your whore, and I start eagerly sucking your beautiful Italian sausage, moaning nonstop because I love this Italian body that has dominated me. I place my hands on your ass as I feel you violate my mouth, the crowd cheering as you show off your muscles with that poor Belgian fighter you've just wrecked. I watch you as I suck you, inhaling your scent for a long time, swallowing your cock whole to smell the scent of your pubic hair brushing against my nose.
Marco_the_champ: “Fuck yeah!” I growl, drops of sweat falling on your face, I take off my cock and move back ripping off your briefs exposing your huge cock and ass grabbing your legs and put them on my shoulders poking your hole with my wet hard rod
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: When you pull your cock out, I jerk my head forward a little, moaning to show that the slut I am still wants it, but when you pull off my briefs, you can feel that they're already wet with precum, that's how much I love belonging to you. I see my wide thighs on your hard, muscular shoulders. I place my hands on the sides of your thighs as you penetrate me, feeling your magnificent Italian head slide inside me. My eyes widen, my mouth is open and I am unable to speak, then once your cock is deep inside me I let my hands fall to the ground, looking at the laughing and horny crowd watching you fuck me in the ring, the thought of the fight against Tony that I had comes back to me, I forced him to cum on his own family, at least my superb Italian stallion who dominated me can't do worse.
Marco_the_champ: “Now you’re mine” I growl start to fuck your ass harder and faster I grab my soaked in sweat and pre briefs and shove it into your mouth while poking your prostate with my thick cock “You deserve my italian special sauce Luke” I growl while I arch my back, my body shining under the lights of the arena, sweat dropping down my muscles then I shoot my load inside of you
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I start panting and moaning with pleasure as you fuck me, showing everyone that I'm yours, that you can do whatever you want with me, as long as we're both here. I swallow your briefs with great pleasure, tasting that delicious Italian sweat, your scent filling my nostrils as I gaze at you with adoration. Then, when you tell me I deserve your Italian sauce, I go wild, moaning even louder as if begging you to flood my hole with your rich Italian cream. And when you come inside me, my whole body tenses. I suck your briefs even harder, wanting to collect every drop of precum and sweat. The audience sees that I don't flinch, that I don't resist; they see that the Belgian belongs to you, and the audience loves it.
Marco_the_champ: Growling and panting my body shivering as I take my cock off your ass seeing my cum dripping out from your hole. I stand and put my foot on your face pushing my dirty briefs derper into your mouth and flexing my guns again. My naked body displayed my cock leaking on the canvas “Fuck! Now you’re mine belgian!” I grunt
Marco_the_champ:
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I feel your body shudder as you come inside me. I feel so proud and honored, and when this guy spoke to me in Italian, he almost swept me off my feet. Those people don't speak, they sing. Every word in Italian seems brimming with sensuality, and my opponent is certainly not lacking in sensuality, muscles, or sexuality. When you put your foot in my mouth again, I lose all control, I start growling like an animal, I grab your foot with both hands and shove your toes into my mouth, your underwear covered in my drool making it hard to breathe but I don't care, I want more, I want your feet, wherever you want them, I move my body to show what a slut I am, forcefully blocking your foot as if I'm forcing you to let me lick your feet.
Marco_the_champ: “Forza belga ora vieni per me” I say in italian growling while you start to lick my sweaty foot seeing your body shivering your toes curling, a pond of your sweat underneath your muscles
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: When you speak to me in Italian, I moan even louder, letting the audience know you're driving me crazy. My legs start to tremble, I lie face down without moving your foot from my mouth, and I begin rubbing my 25 cm bare cock against the ring floor, my whole body shaking, showing you I'm about to come as I try to breathe through my nose, your foot and your briefs in my mouth preventing me from breathing as well as I would have liked.
Marco_the_champ: “Volevi battermi ma sei tu il perdente! Ora mostra a tutti chi è il vincitore” I say again while you swipe off all the sweat from my feet and my toes
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I feel I won't be able to resist much longer; these words pierce my heart. I really want to show everyone that you beat me. I try to calm myself and gently turn onto my back. I take your foot and underwear out of my mouth before taking your foot back in, licking between each toe, the heel, the sole, gently, slowly. I have both hands around your foot, massaging it as I lick it, then I start moaning as I bury my face between your toes and lick the soles. You see my whole body trembling before I come all over myself without even masturbating. I flood my chest with my Belgian loser's sperm before emptying myself completely. I'm dead tired, I ache all over, but I can't stop holding your foot, even after I've come, as if I've truly become your desperate slut. The audience has risen to their feet, roaring with pleasure at seeing you make me come without touching me.
Marco_the_champ: “Fuck yeah! Good boy! Next time you will think twice to challenge an italian wrestler!” I yell taking off my foot from your grabs and stomp your chest and your shoulders 1,2,3,4 times seeing your exhausted body bouncing on the ring your flappy cock shooting the last drops of cum. “See you next time on the ring” I growl jumping off the ring ahead to my locker room
Marco_the_champ: 
Marco_the_champ: 
Luke_Freyr-Sullivan: I'm nothing but a lump of flesh soaked in my own semen when you forcefully yank your foot from my hands and proceed to pummel my chest and shoulders, each blow more powerful than the last, and each one forces me to expel what little semen I have left. I watch you turn away and say, "You got lucky. We can do this again anytime, and I'll be the one fucking you." I'm provoking you, but it's also a deep desire to face such a handsome man again. I see you jump out of the ring. I breathe heavily and try to get up, holding my upper body, to the laughter of the crowd before picking up my underwear and heading miserably towards the exit. I should feel humiliated, but you beat me fair and square, and I like to show the crowd how much better you were. I stagger and wobble a little as I walk out of the ring, then grab a member of the audience to keep from falling, saying, "Marco is a real killer, you can be proud of him." Then I straighten up and head towards the locker room, both ashamed and pleased to have given you such sweet revenge for Tony.
Published: 2026-04-21, viewed 107 times.
sisuperman
2026-04-23 06:24Wow....great match! Congrats Marco "Italia"🏆
I see this is becoming a family affair, can't wait for the next chapter!
Tony LF
2026-04-22 16:32Marco my boy avenged me! Bravo 🇮🇹🤌🏻
Dan Freyr
2026-04-22 16:33(In reply to this)
only boys I see here are YOU and Chimp Boy...LOL
Bombardier
2026-04-21 20:01Great match guys. Un fortunately the Italian fake champ cheated and got the win. However, now has two studs after him and hopefully, Marco will get destroyed ad he deserves.
Tony LF
2026-04-22 16:33(In reply to this)
Leave Marco alone, maple syrup boy!
Dan Freyr
2026-04-22 16:40(In reply to this)
oh im comin for both of ya real soon spimoni face!
Marco the champ
2026-04-21 20:20(In reply to this)
Shut up Canadian loser
El DIABOLIKO
2026-04-21 13:42Truly a superb wrestling match in the ring.
I want to congratulate the Italian wrestler Marco for his excellent fight.
And I'm certain my husband Luke is going to absolutely destroy him and humiliate him in an upcoming match. Marco better prepare himself; that Italian bastard dared to submit and humiliate my husband. Get your revenge, Luke, your husband is asking for it. You fought very well against that Italian stallion, but you got his man too. You thoroughly subdued and humiliated him. I'm proud of you, bro.
Marco the champ
2026-04-21 13:57(In reply to this)
I will win again don’t worry grrrr
Freaker
2026-04-21 12:46This was a fantastic back-and-forth contest. Both Luke and Marco showed incredible resilience and a wide array of wrestling skills. The story of revenge and the shifting momentum kept the engagement high throughout. The post-match dominance was a powerful conclusion to their narrative. A very complete and satisfying match we are happy to share in THE HIGH TABLE
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Luke Freyr-Sullivan
2026-04-21 12:51(In reply to this)
Thank you for the kind comment.
I thoroughly enjoyed facing Marco. Back-and-forth battles are definitely my favorite, and with him, I got plenty of them. The match was uncertain until the very end, and I thoroughly enjoyed being beaten fairly.
But I want more from him. I plan to publicly challenge him on BARBARUS, explaining the rules to him. We'll see if he has the guts to accept.
Dan Freyr
2026-04-21 12:17FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT A MATCH! WHAT ACTION! HOT AND SWEATY AND WILD! JUST AWESOME!!!!
By the way Marco...dont be surprised when I come after yer CHUMP ass and get payback for what ya done to my husband in this. When I'm done with ya, yer gonna be known as Marco alright...Marco the CHIMP and we'll see if we cain't get ya one of them cute little hats to wear when yer outdoors beggin for coins as yer organ grinder owner plays his accordion behind ya. Be ready to face the FREYR jobber boy!
Luke Freyr-Sullivan
2026-04-21 12:25(In reply to this)
Thank you, my love. I'm sure you can avenge me; you'll be able to humiliate him just like he humiliated me.
And frankly, I have no regrets. Marco is a strong and respectful fighter. Losing to that handsome Italian stallion was a real pleasure, but I haven't given up hope of a rematch so I can reclaim the honor I left in Italy.
Marco the champ
2026-04-21 12:22(In reply to this)
You can come at me when you want and you will face the same end of your husband grrrrr…. Thanks for the comment stud
Dan Freyr
2026-04-21 12:27(In reply to this)
We'll see who's end gets "faced"...or...RAMMED...oh here...here's a quarter...don't spend it all in one place...LOL!
All kiddin aside, I think we could write a great match and have fun too. Luke likes ya a lot and that's good enough for me.