THE HIGH TABLE

The arena lights dim as the sold-out crowd roars in anticipation. This is the main event of the Palazzo dello Sport arena heavyweight showcase — a no-holds-barred pro ring rematch under "Anything Goes" rules. The ring is a classic squared circle with thick ropes, steel posts, and a canvas that’s already seen plenty of sweat and blood tonight. Hanging above the entrance ramp is a massive banner: "Rematch Night – Revenge or Humiliation?" The audience — a mix of rowdy wrestling fans, gear fetishists, and underground fight enthusiasts — chants and jeers as the stakes are announced over the speakers:

"The winner earns full fuck rights over the loser. He can drag his beaten opponent out of the arena for a private claiming… or leave him fucked, broken, and displayed right here in the middle of the ring for the crowd to see!"

The ring announcer’s voice booms: “Ladies and gentlemen… it’s time for our grudge rematch!”

The lights shift to a deep royal blue and gold. Marco the Champ strides out first, confident and cocky, wearing his signature red trunks gold trim that hug his powerful 6’ 211-pound frame and wristbands with no boots. His hairy, muscled chest glistens under the spotlights — 46" of thick pecs, dark hair swirling across them, leading down to his 33" waist and those strong 25" thighs. The short dark hair, thick moustache, and beard give him a commanding, veteran look. Hanging from his right fist is a trophy item from their first encounter: Dan’s old, sweat-stained trunks from that humiliating loss months ago. Marco holds them up like a flag, waving them to the cheering crowd.

He slides into the ring with practiced ease, bouncing on the balls of his feet, flexing his 16" biceps and pounding his chest. Marco grabs the mic from the announcer and paces the ring, smirking.

The lights turn blood-red and gritty. A heavier, more aggressive beat hits as Dan Freyr storms down the ramp, his bare feet poundin the ground. At 5’9” and 186 pounds of pure brawler fury, he’s a compact, hairy, tattooed wrecking machine — shaved head gleaming, ginger moustache and beard framing a scowl. His 49" chest strains against a tight black tank top that he quickly rips off and hurls into the crowd, revealing the dense fur and ink covering his powerful torso. Those 18" biceps and massive 28" thighs look primed for destruction, and the visible bulge in his black pro trunks (with the outline of his 9" uncut PA-pierced cock and big low-hangers) draws wolf whistles.

Dan doesn’t pose. He marches straight toward the ring, eyes locked on Marco the entire time, jaw clenched. He vaults over the top rope with raw aggression, landing heavy and immediately pacing like a caged animal, cracking his knuckles and rolling his thick neck.

The referee calls both men to the center. They stand toe-to-toe, chests nearly brushing — Marco’s taller, more polished pro frame versus Dan’s shorter, stockier, dirtier brawler build. The crowd is electric, chanting “DAN! DAN!” mixed with “MARCO! CHAMP!”

Marco the Champ

I smirked, dangling your old trunks right in your face. “Well, well… look who came crawling back for more. You still got that pretty ginger beard full of my sweat from last time, Danny boy? I own you. I took your trunks, I took your pride, and tonight I’m taking that fat uncut cock and those low-hanging balls as my newest trophy. I’ll pin you, break you, then fuck you raw in this ring while everyone watches. Or maybe I’ll drag your hairy ass backstage and make you my personal ring bitch for the week. Your move, shortstack.”

Dan Freyr

My eyes burned with fury. I stepped forward aggressively, bumping chests hard enough to make you take a half-step back. My voice is a low, gravelly growl, thick with that temperamental edge. “Ya talk big for a pretty-boy tactician who only wins when the rules help him. Last time ya caught me slippin. Tonight there ain’t no slippin. I’m gonna brawl yer hairy ass around this ring, rip those fancy trunks off ya, and beat the champion out of ya with my fists. Then I’m plantin this 9-inch PA deep in yer guts while ya moan like the bitch ya are. I’m takin my payback… and I’m leavin ya fucked and leakin right here on the canvas for the whole fuckin’ crowd. Bring it, Champ. I ain’t responsible for what happens when ya get me hacked off.”

Marco laughs, shoving Dan’s chest as slaps him with the torn trunks. Dan grabs them and shoves back harder and shoves the trunks into Marco’s mouth, nearly starting the fight early. The referee jumps between them as the crowd erupts as Marco yanks the trunks out and tosses them out of the ring.

The bell rings sharply.

Both men circle, fists up, the tension thick enough to taste. Marco’s technical precision versus Dan’s raw, dirty brawling fury with full fuck rights on the line and months of humiliation fueling the fire. The rematch has officially begun.

Marco the Champ

I start to circle the ring, the taste of tour dirty trunks still in my mouth I am furious, I look straight into your eyes “hope you’ll be ready motherfucker because tonight you will go down again!” I yell. Then I run towards you grabbing your wrist and manage to twist it behind your back bending it badly making you go on the tips of your toes “how is your shoulder Dan? Strong enough?” I growl into your ear bending your arms more against your back.

Dan Freyr

The sharp twist of that arm lock sends a hot spike of pain thru my shoulder and up into my thick trapezius. My face tightens up, ginger beard bristlin, but the pain only feeds the fury already burnin in my eyes. I aint about to yell or beg but I let out a deep snarl. Still on the tips of my toes, I drive my free elbow back hard into yer ribs, then stomp down with a heavy foot toward yer instep while slammin my shaved head backward in a short, brutal headbutt aimed at yer face or collarbone. “Strong enough to put ya on yer fuckin ass, pretty-boy,” I growl thru gritted teeth, voice low and raw. The moment the pressure eases I explode outta the hold, spinnin around to face ya with fists already cocked, chest heavin, and my thick muscle and hair risin and fallin. I ain’t’ waitin as I lunge in like the street brawler I am and throw a short, heavy left hook aimed at yer body followed by a right uppercut toward yer jaw, tryin to close the distance and turn the technical hold into a dirty, close-quarters slugfest right in the middle of the ring. “C’mon then, Champ. Ya wanted the rematch. Now fuckin take it.”

Marco the Champ

Ughhhh ughhhh ughhhhh your blows are strong and precise, my ribs my head my jaw are an explosion of pain and I stumble back losing my hold on you screaming and growling, I hold my face and stumble back trying to regain control of the match, I raise my foot aiming to your abs with a soccer kick.

Dan Freyr

I see that soccer kick comin the second yer foot leaves the mat. Instead of backin off I step into it, twistin my hips and catchin yer ankle against my thick forearm and the hard plane of my abs. The impact still knocks a grunt outta me, but I ain’t givin ya a free shot. I clamp down hard on yer leg with both hands, yankin it upward and forcin ya to hop on one foot, already noticin that tented bulge of yers. At the same time I drive a short, savage right hand into yer ribs again, then another, tryin to fold you over the trapped leg. “Nice try, Champ,” I snarl, still holdin yer ankle high, my shaved head lowered like a bull. “Ya wanna kick? Kick from the fuckin canvas.” I shove yer trapped leg sideways and step in close, tryin to wrap my free arm around yer waist or neck and turn this into the dirty clinch I want.

Marco the Champ

I hop in the centre of the ring like a rabbit my naked foot trapped in your hold then you work again on my ribs and I can’t do anything, I am forced to come closer hugging you wrapping my arms around your chest, our meaty pecs collide we are face to face so close I can feel your warm breath in my mouth “Let me go motherfucker! I will show you why you still are a fucking loser” saying so as I headbutt your face BAM!

Dan Freyr

The headbutt cracks across the bridge of my nose and the top of my cheek. I taste copper almost immediately as blood starts runnin warm down over my ginger mustache, but the pain just turns the dial up on the fury, specially as I know that ya know how I hate a fucker gettin first blood on me. I yank yer ankle higher and harder, forcin ya even more off-balance while we’re locked face-to-face. My arm that ya tried to wrap around, snakes up and clamps around the back of yer neck, thick bicep and forearm crushin in as I pull yer head tight against mine. “Still a loser, huh?” I snarl right in yer mouth, blood from my nose smearin across both our faces. “Yer the one hoppin around on one fuckin’ foot, ya greasy assed Italian!” I drive my forehead forward into yers again…shorter, nastier, grindin bone on bone then shove a heavy knee up between us toward your gut or the tented bulge I already noticed.

Marco the Champ

Ughhhhhhhh I spit flies drops of my saliva fall on your face and I lose my hold struggling to stand I bend forward leaning my head on your shoulder, breathing hard smelling your scent.

Dan Freyr

I feel ya go soft against me as yer head drops onto my shoulder, breath hot and ragged, spit still hangin between us. That little surrender only makes me hungrier, but it don’t escape my attention that that fuckin hard head of yers dint get busted open by that headbutt and I’m damned if yer gonna escape this match without spillin some blood.

I suddenly drop that ankle to the canvas as I grab the back of yer neck in my hand and move us toward one corner, still crushin yer face tighter against my bloody, hairy chest. The copper smell of my own blood mixes with your sweat and whatever cheap cologne yer wearin. I don’t wait as we get to the corner and suddenly pull yer head off my chest and back and drive yer fuckin arrogant face into the top buckle! WHAM!

Marco the champ

Ughhhhh I feel dizzy and drops of blood start to fall from my forehead mixing with my sweat. I drop on my knees right in front of the turnbuckle panting trying to regain control.

Dan Freyr

I watch ya drop to yer knees right in front of that turnbuckle, blood already runnin from the fresh cut on yer forehead and mixin with the sweat. The sight of it finally leakin outta ya settles somethin mean and hungry in my gut. I don’t give ya a second to breathe. One thick hand stays locked in the short dark hair at the back of yer head while the other comes around and clamps under yer jaw, forcin yer face up so the whole arena can see the blood. I lean down close, my own bloody nose and ginger beard almost touchin yers. “There it is,” I snarl, voice low and rough. “That’s the blood I wanted. Ya don’t get to walk outta here purty.” I pull ya up on yer feet in the corner and drop my right hand across the side of yer head. My left hand moves to the waistband of them fancy trunks, fingers already curlin under the elastic, ready to start rippin em down and givin ya a taste of yer own medicine as I growl in yer ear, “Ready to submit and get them trunks torn off and that ass fucked, champ or do ya have any more fight in ya, bitch?”

Marco the Champ

Struggling to stand I hear your insults and my fury grows. You talk to me like you already won this match and I can’t accept it. I look into your face standing in front of you and quickly I turn around grab your head wrapping it with my left bicep so your chin is on my shoulder and drop on my ass dragging you with me in a perfect stunner.

Dan Freyr

The second ya spin and clamp that bicep around my head I know what’s comin, but there’s no time to stop it. Yer ass hits the mat and my chin drives hard into yer shoulder as the full weight of the stunner snaps my head back. White light explodes behind my eyes. My legs go rubber and I crash down on my back in a heap, the arena lights spinnin above me. For a couple of long seconds all I can do is lie there gaspin, blood still leakin from my nose, the back of my skull throbbin like a drum and my spine feelin…well…fuckin stunned. A raw, angry growl starts deep in my chest as the fog starts to clear. I roll on my side, one thick arm pushin me up, eyes already searchin for ya with pure murder in them. “Ya… fuckin’… cunt…” I spit, voice hoarse and full of rage. I’m already draggin myself up onto one knee, fists clenched, ready to turn this into the ugly brawl I wanted from the start the second I get my feet under me again.

Marco the Champ

Coughing and gasping I climb the ropes then the turnbuckle and stand on it “c’mon motherfucker! Come here!”. I see you slowly regain control and stand as you are on your feet I throw myself in air wanting to land on you in an acrobatic bodyslam.

Dan Freyr

I’m still shakin the last of the stunner fog outta my head when I see ya scramble up the ropes and plant yerself on the top turnbuckle. That cocky “c’mon motherfucker” just pisses me off more. My feet are planted, fists still clenched, blood dryin sticky across my ginger mustache and beard. The second ya launch I don’t freeze. I take one short step to the side and plant my feet, thick thighs braced. As ya come flyin in I shoot both arms up, catch ya across the midsection, and drive my shoulder hard into yer gut. The momentum carries us both down, but I’m the one controllin the landing as I twist hard so yer back and shoulders smash into the canvas while I land heavy on top of ya in a modified powerslam/body press.

The impact knocks the wind outta both of us, but I’m already grindin down, one forearm across yer throat, the other hand reachin for your trunks again. “Aerial shit in my brawl?” I snarl right in yer bloody face, voice still hoarse from the stunner. “Stay on the fuckin mat where ya belong, Champ.”

Marco the Champ

“Fuuuuck” I growl as you catch me mid-air and bodyslam me on the canvas, I breath out all the air in my lungs drops of spit and blood sprayed in the air, your muscles again on my body as I cough and arch my back your forearm right on my throat “motherfucker” I whisper gritting my teeth from the pain.

Dan Freyr

I feel every cough and arch of yer body under me, that forearm still grindin across yer throat while the rest of my weight keeps ya pinned. I shift my hips lower and start workin the waistband of yer trunks. My fingers grab onto yer trunks and I yank hard, the fabric stretchin and startin to tear as I try to strip em down past yer ass. “Yeah… motherfucker, yer bout these fancy trunks the same way ya took mine last time. Keep whisperin, Champ… I wanna hear it when I finally get these off ya.”

Marco the Champ

“Fuck you Dan!” I say trying to resist the pain in my back. My hard cock is the only thing that keep my speedos on. As you are working on taking them off I grab your beard making you turn your head on me and rake your eyes “you want a brutal match? You get it fucking asshole!”

Dan Freyr

The sudden yank on my beard and them fingers rakin across my eyes make me roar in pure animal fury. I ain’t givin up the mount and drive my forehead straight down to yer face again…short and nasty…while my free hand shoots up, clamps around yer wrist, and pries yer fingers outta my beard. My other hand keeps workin them trunks, rippin harder now, the fabric tearin further down over yer hard cock and ass. “Ya want brutal?” I snarl, voice thick and vicious, blood and spit flying. “Then keep yer fuckin hands outta my beard, greaseball!”

Marco the Champ

Stunned I am under your control my speedos are ripped off and I am staring to the ceiling all the arena is spinning around. Breathing and coughing out the blood sliding from my forehead into my mouth. My speedos are definitely ripped off and my hard wet cock is displayed.

Dan Freyr

I feel the last of the fabric give way under my hands and suddenly them fancy trunks are gone and ripped clean off and tossed aside. Yer hard, wet cock springs free right under me, on display for the whole arena while ya lie there starin at the lights, blood runnin in yer mouth. I stay on top of ya and wrap my blood-smeared hand around that exposed cock, givin it a rough, claimin squeeze. “There we go, Champ,” I snarl down at ya, voice thick with victory and lust. “No more fancy gear. Just you naked and hard under the fuckin lights like I was last time. I keep the grip on yer cock and bring my free hand up lockin a tight clawhold on yer forehead diggin my fingers into it. “Ya feel that. That’s me ownin what’s left of yer pride. Keep coughin up that blood… I ain’t done with ya yet.”

Marco the Champ

Panting as my pride is ripped off with my speedos I start to scream out in pain as your fingernails dig into my forehead. “Fuuuuuuck Dan I will destroy you!” I growl blinded by the pain as you grab my hard wet cock I raise my leg and start to hit your spine with my knee 1,2,3 times!

Dan Freyr

Them knees hammer into my spine one after another, each one sendin a sharp jolt up my back, but I don’t let go of either hold. The pain only makes me dig my fingernails deeper into the cut on yer forehead and squeeze that hard wet cock even tighter in my other fist. “Destroy me?” I snarl thru gritted teeth, voice raw and mean. “Yer the one naked on yer back with my hand around yer cock, Champ.” I try and use my thick thighs to pin one of yer legs down so them knees cain’t keep comin. My fingers grind deeper into the clawhold, watchin the blood stream outta that cut and give yer cock a rough, twistin pull while I drop a short, heavy elbow across yer face with the same arm that’s controllin your head. “Keep kickin’… just gives me more reason to take what’s mine.”

Marco the Champ

“Damn you motherfucker aaaaaghhhh” the pain is strong my head is exploding I grab your neck with one hand and the other hits your jaw with a hook.

Dan Freyr

The hook cracks across my jaw and the hand clamped on my neck tries to shove me off, but I dig in harder instead of givin ground. Pain flares hot thru my face and I taste fresh blood in my mouth, but it only feeds the mean streak already runnin thru me. I drop my full weight forward, crushin down on yer chest with my thick hairy pecs and drive my forehead straight in yer face again…short and brutal and right on the cut. I twist that cock in my fist even harder and grind my fingernails deeper into the open wound on yer forehead, refusing to let either hold go. I shift one heavy thigh higher across yer hip to pin ya tighter and start droppin short, heavy elbows across yer face and the side of yer head while I keep workin that exposed cock with rough, claimin strokes.

Marco the Champ

BAM as your muscles land on me my body jackknifes and your headbutt adds pain to my head. I fight to not faint panting smelling your scent of sweat, blood, armpits, feet, my cock starts to leak strings of pre and I start to think I am doomed.

Dan Freyr

I feel yer body jackknife under me and hear that desperate pant as the pre starts leakin over my fist. The smell of my own sweat, blood, and the rest of me is thick in the air between us, and I can tell it’s gettin to ya. I don’t ease up. I lean in even closer, pressin that bloody, hairy chest and the reek of my armpit right in yer face while I keep the clawhold grindin into the cut on yer forehead. My other hand stays locked around yer leakin cock, strokin it rough and slow, thumb smearin the pre across the head. “Yeah… ya feel that?” I growl low against your ear, voice thick with mean satisfaction. “That’s what losin smells like. That’s what gettin owned feels like.” But then I decide I ain’t done yet as I let go of yer cock and yer forehead and get to my feet and yank ya up with me. One hand grabbin the back of yer head as I start marchin ya toward the nearest corner aimin to rock yer skull with a slam to the top turnbuckle.

Marco the Champ

Dazed and confused finally you take off your fingers from the cuts of my forehead. I feel myself pull up on my feet and I start to move forward guided by your hand behind my neck. Panting I try to open my eyes and have a brief sight of the turnbuckle again in front of me as you try to smash my head again I put my foot against the ring corner and stop your move then quite instinctively I grab your head and smash it against the steel pole.

Dan Freyr

The sudden stop and the yank on my head give me just enough warning to tense, but not enough to stop it. My shaved skull cracks hard against the steel ring post with a dull, sickening thud. White-hot pain explodin thru my head and down my neck. I feel the skin split open above my temple and fresh blood start runnin hot down the side of my face, mixin with the blood already dryin from my nose. I stagger half a step back, vision blurrin for a second, then drop to one knee shakin my head tryin to clear it. A raw snarl rips outta me as I swing a heavy right hand toward yer ribs, tryin to punish ya for the shot while my other hand grabs for yer trunks again. “Ya fuckin’ bastard…” I growl, voice thick and bloody, eyes locked on ya with pure murder. The cut above my temple is already pourin, but I don’t wipe it away as I grab onto yer waist, lookin to drag ya back down to the mat and make ya pay for puttin my head into the steel.

Marco the Champ

“Fuck you” I stutter you manage to make me fall on my knees looking at you in pure rage. I grab your head putting it under my pit and throw us on the ring hitting you with a DDT, the smell of sweat precum and blood hits my nostrils BAM the ring shakes.

Dan Freyr

The DDT drives the top of my already-split skull straight into the mat. The ring shakes under the impact and the world goes white for a long, ugly second. I hit flat on my back, legs twitchin, more blood pourin from the cut on my temple and the one on my nose. For a few heartbeats all I can do is stare up at the lights, the back of my head throbbin like it’s about to split open completely. A deep, animal growl starts buildin in my chest as the fog slowly clears. I roll on my side, one thick arm pushin me up, blood drippin on the canvas. My eyes find ya again, pure murder in them. “Ya… dirty… fuckin… Italian…” I spit, voice hoarse and full of rage. I’m already draggin myself up onto all fours, then one knee, ready to turn this into the ugliest brawl I can the second I get my feet under me.

Marco the Champ

I grab your head as you put yourself on one knee then press your bloody face against my hard cock make you smell it and wipe my pre with your beard then quickly I move behind you and grab your naked foot making you go on your stomach “man you will need a doctor after this” I growl before starting a painful ankle lock, your sweaty stinky foot pressed between my biceps and my pecs.

Dan Freyr

The second ya press that hard cock against my bloody face and smear yer pre across my ginger beard I snarl like a rabid dog, but there’s no time to spit it out before ya drag me onto my stomach and crank that ankle lock on. White-hot pain shoots up my leg as ya twist, my sweaty foot jammed tight between yer biceps and pecs. I roar into the mat, fingers clawin at the canvas, the cut on my temple still pourin blood down the side of my face. “Ya… fuckin’… greaseball…” I growl thru gritted teeth, voice raw and full of pure murder. I don’t just lie there takin it. I start thrashin hard, usin my free leg to kick back at yer side while I try to roll toward the trapped ankle, lookin to either break the hold or drag ya down into another ugly scramble on the mat. “Doctor my ass… I’m gonna break ya when I get outta this.”

Marco the Champ

“Shut up piece of shit” I scream in a mix of rage and pain and I give a good twist to your ankle feeling the warm sweat of it on my hard pecs when you start to kicks me with the other leg I grab it under my pit and roll you on your back “now you’re really done!” I cross my legs with yours and sit on the ring locking you in a painful figure4.

Dan Freyr

The roll puts me flat on my back and the second ya cross them legs and sit down into that figure-4 the pain explodes thru both my knees and up into my thighs. I roar thru clenched teeth, blood still runnin from the cut on my temple and drippin onto the canvas. “Shut me up?” I snarl, voice raw and vicious. “Ya just gave me both legs to work with, Champ.” I don’t tap and I don’t quit. I sit up hard against the hold, thick abs and them thighs strainin as I reach forward with both bloody hands, grabbin for yer hair, yer throat, whatever I can get. I try to rock side to side and kick my hips up, lookin to either break the figure-4 or pull ya down on top of me so I can turn this back into the dirty ground brawl again. “Ya feel that sweat on yer pecs? That’s the last thing yer gonna enjoy before I get outta this and finish what I started.”

Marco the Champ

You move like an animal and I can’t hold it anymore I squeeze your legs a last time before you manage to free yourself and I fall on my back in the middle of the ring “Fuuuck!” I say quickly standing on my knees.

Dan Freyr

The second that figure-4 breaks I scramble up off my back like the animal ya just called me. Yer on yer knees in the middle of the ring, naked and bleedin, and that’s all I need. I lunge in low and heavy, one thick forearm slammin across yer chest while my other hand grabs a fistful of that short dark hair. I drive ya backward onto the mat again, landin on top of ya with all 186 pounds of hairy, bloody brawler. “Yeah… fuuuck is right,” I snarl right in yer face, voice raw and mean, blood drippin off my ginger beard onto ya. “Ya couldn’t hold it. Now yer back where ya belong.” I drop a short, vicious right fist across yer already-cut forehead, then another as my free hand reaches down between us and gives yer leakin cock a rough claimin squeeze as I grind my still-trunked bulge against ya. “Now greaseball…yer all mine and I’m gonna make sure all these people watch when I make ya submit and get taken right here in this damn ring!”

Marco the Champ

“Fuck nooooo!” I roar as again you crawl on me forcing me on my back. You squeeze my cock and pin me on the canvas then hit my already wounded forehead I scream out loud in pain as my cock release a huge amount of pre. Lost and blinded I free my hand and grab your balls squeezing your sack.

Dan Freyr

The second yer hand clamps down on my sack and squeezes, a raw, animal roar tears outta me. White-hot pain shoots up thru my guts and I nearly fold, but the temper explodes hotter than the hurt. “Ya fuckin’ bitch!!!” I snarl thru clenched teeth, voice shakin with rage and pain. I don’t roll off. I drop my full weight heavier onto yer chest, smash another short, brutal punch into the cut on yer forehead to keep ya blinded, and drive my own forehead down into yers again. My free hand shoots down, grabs yer wrist, and tries to pry yer fingers off my balls…that’s how I lost my trunks the last time and I ain’t lettin that shit happen again…while I twist and grind that leakin cock even harder in my other fist. “Ya wanna play with my balls? Fine. Yer gonna pay for every fuckin second of it.”

Marco the Champ

“Ughhhh ughhhh fuck you Dan” you hit me again my forehead drops of blood are sprayed everywhere I can smell your musky scent, it’s strong, and my cock responds with a huge load of pre… but I don’t lose my hold and gritting my teeth feeling your sweat on me I squeeze your ball sack so strong that your black speedo is ripped off.

Dan Freyr

The squeeze on my sack goes from brutal to goddamn vicious and I feel the fabric of my trunks give way with a sharp rip. They tear right off me and suddenly I’m as naked as you…my 9-inch uncut cock and heavy low-hangers hangin free, both of us bare-assed in the middle of the ring with the whole crowd watchin. A raw, furious roar rips out of me. The pain in my balls is white-hot and the humiliation of losin the trunks the same way I did last time only makes the temper worse. “Ya… fuckin’… cunt…” I snarl through clenched teeth, voice shakin with rage. I don’t roll off. I smash my forehead into yers again, then drop another heavy punch across that already-split cut, blood flyin. My other hand stays locked around yer leakin cock, squeezin and twistin even harder now that we’re both stripped. “Ya wanted em off? Fine. Now we’re both naked and I’m still on top of ya. That sack squeeze just bought ya a worse fuckin endin, Champ.”

Marco the Champ

Dizzy I see lights flashing in front of me the pain in my forehead is strong but I won’t give up I can’t give up “Fuck you piece of shit” I growl spitting in your face from below, I let go your balls only to strike them with my bicep in a vicious low blow BAM!

Dan Freyr

Yer spit hits my face the same second that bicep slams into my already-throbbin balls. The pain is blindin and worse than the squeeze, worse than the steel post. A raw, broken roar tears outta me and my whole body folds for a second, vision goin white, both naked cocks mashed between us as I nearly collapse on top of ya. But I don’t roll off. The temper detonates. “Ya… dirty… fuckin’… Italian…” I snarl thru clenched teeth, voice shakin with agony and pure murder. I drop two short, vicious punches straight into the cut on yer forehead, blood flying. My other hand stays locked around yer leakin cock and I squeeze it like I’m tryin to crush it, twistin hard while I grind my own throbbin, stripped cock against yers. “That low blow just ended any chance ya had of walkin outta here on yer own. I’m still on top… and now I’m takin everythin.” Not waitin, I grab the remains of my own trunks and wrap em around yer throat twistin it tight and cuttin off yer air as the crowd goes wild watchin this.

Marco the Champ

I start to choke a salty disgusting taste fills my mouth, it’s like leaking your bulge, sweat, precum, ass juice all mixed into my mouth, my face turns red and I start to kick the canvas desperately and pathetically start to scratch your biceps with my nails I start to feel my strength going away.

Dan Freyr

I feel yer nails rake down my biceps and hear them desperate kicks slappin the canvas, but I only twist the ripped trunks tighter around yer throat. Yer face goes darker red, that salty mix of sweat, pre, and whatever else fillin yer mouth while yer strength starts leakin outta ya the same way the pre’s been leakin out of yer cock. “That’s it… fade, Champ,” I snarl down at ya, voice low and mean, blood still drippin off my ginger beard on yer face. “Scratch all ya want. Kick all ya want. Yer done.” I keep the choke locked with one hand and use the other to shove yer thighs apart, grindin my own throbbin cock against yers and lower, linin up while the crowd roars. I lean in close so ya can smell every bit of me…the blood, sweat, armpits, the whole filthy package. “Ya feel that? That’s me claimin what’s mine. Tap or pass out… either way I’m takin this ass right here in front of everybody.”

Marco the Champ

I am choking lungs filled with your disgusting smell, mouth full of your sweat, your pre… Lights are fading away I can’t do it anymore looking right into your eyes I tap out smacking my hand on your big muscled back.

Dan Freyr

I feel that tap smack against my back and a mean, satisfied growl rolls outta my chest. I don’t let the choke go right away. I keep the ripped trunks twisted tight around yer throat a couple extra seconds just so ya know who owns this, then finally loosen it enough for ya to suck in a ragged, desperate breath. “That’s it… that’s the tap,” I snarl down at ya, voice thick with victory and lust, blood still drippin off my ginger beard on yer face. “Ya quit. Ya fuckin quit in front of everybody.” I stay heavy on top of ya, both of us naked, my throbbin 9-inch uncut cock grindin against yer leakin cock and lower as I shove yer thighs wider. One hand stays locked in yer hair, yankin yer head back so the whole arena can see yer beaten, bloody face. “Full fuck rights, Champ. And I ain’t draggin ya outta here. I’m takin this ass right here on the canvas where everybody can watch the great Marco the Champ get claimed and used and breeded!”

Marco the Champ

Panting… my chest is moving up and down my hard leaking cock in your hand my face displayed is a mask of sweat and blood I can feel the grip of your hand in my greasy hair.

Dan Freyr

I keep that fistful of yer sweaty, greasy hair locked tight and yank yer head back even farther so the whole arena gets a good long look at that mask of blood and sweat. Yer hard leakin cock still in my other hand and I give it another rough, claimin stroke just to feel how beaten ya are. “Look at ya,” I snarl, voice low and thick, drippin blood and spit down on yer face. “The great Marco the Champ… tapped out, stripped naked, cock leakin in my fist while the whole crowd watches.” I shove yer thighs open with my own thick legs and spit down between us, smearin it along my 9-inch uncut cock and line it up against yer hole. I grind it there, lettin ya feel every inch of what’s comin and lettin the arena see it. “This is payback, Champ. Last time ya left me humiliated. Tonight, ya get claimed, used, and bred right here on the canvas… and ya don’t get to look away.”

Marco the Champ

I arch my back and feel your big thick cock pushing against my hole “No Dan please don’t do it, please man we can talk about it.”

Dan Freyr

I hear that “please” and it only makes the grin under my bloody ginger beard meaner. I don’t pull back. I keep that thick, pierced head grindin against yer hole, one fist still locked in yer greasy hair so ya cain’t look away from me or the crowd. “Talk about it?” I snarl, voice low and rough, drippin sweat and blood down on yer face. “We already talked about it, Champ. Winner takes full fuck rights. Ya tapped. That’s the deal.” I shove yer thighs wider with my own and start pushin forward, slow and heavy, lettin ya feel every inch of that 9-inch uncut cock stretchin ya open while the arena watches. My other hand stays wrapped around yer leakin cock, strokin it rough as I start thrustin deeper in yer hole. “Ya don’t get to tap and then ask nice. Ya get claimed. Right here. Right now.”

Marco the Champ

“No no please Dan stop!” I scream while I start to feel your thick cock entering into my tight hole, cracking it, my eyes open wild while I feel all your rod into me, my cock start leaking heavily.

Dan Freyr

I feel that tight hole crack open around me and I drive the rest of my 9-inch uncut cock all the way in until my heavy low-hangers are slappin against yer ass. Ya scream, yer eyes go wide, and that cock in my fist starts leakin even heavier with thick strings of pre runnin down over my knuckles. “There it is,” I snarl, voice raw and full of mean satisfaction, blood and sweat drippin off my ginger beard on yer face. “All of it. Every fuckin inch. That’s what ya tapped for.” I keep yer head yanked back by the hair so the whole arena can watch yer face while I start thrustin slow and heavy at first, then harder, rockin yer beaten body on the canvas. My other hand stays locked around yer leakin cock, strokin it in time with every thrust so nobody in the buildin can miss how hard and wet ya still are. “Scream all ya want, Champ. Beg all ya want. Yer gettin claimed and bred right here in front of everybody… and that cock of yers is tellin the truth even if yer mouth ain’t.”

Marco the Champ

Defeated and fucked in front of everyone my humiliation is completed but the feeling of your cock inside me begins to make me feel a pleasure sensation, I arch my back slamming my hands on the mat and start to squeeze my butt cheeks to wrap better your cock, squeezing it inside me.

Dan Freyr

I feel them ass cheeks clamp down around my cock and that back of yers arch up off the canvas, hands slappin the mat. The shift from fightin it to squeezin me deeper don’t escape me for a second. A mean, satisfied growl rumbles outta my chest as I drive in harder, buryin every inch and grindin them heavy low-hangers against ya. As ya arch up I pull yer sweaty bloody head up and lock my bearded mouth down on yers fuckin yer mouth with my long tongue as I stroke yer cock and fuck yer ass hard and deep. Still holdin yer hair, I break the kiss and snarl, voice thick and raw, blood and sweat drippin’ off my ginger beard onto ya. “Mouth was beggin me to stop… ass is wrappin around me like it wants every drop.” I pick up the pace, heavy and deep, rockin yer beaten body on the canvas while the crowd roars. My other hand squeezes and strokes that wet cock harder, thumb smearin the pre all over the head. “Squeeze it all ya want. Milk it. Yer gettin bred right here in front of everybody… and that hole of yers just told the whole buildin ya like it.”

Marco the Champ

“Fuck Dan! Oh fuck yeah” I growl starting to moan heavily, you kiss me making me taste your mouth, your sweat our tongues start to wrestle in our mouth then you start to fuck me harder and harder my muscle are all in tension you can see each veins popping out, a thick coat of sweat surrounds my body, the smell around us is strong I can smell your pits your cock your feet I roll my eyes and then I can’t hold it anymore, I shoot my load all over my abs my chest my face.

Dan Freyr

I feel that cock jump in my fist and then yer shootin thick ropes splatterin across yer own abs, chest, and up onto that bloody face while I’m still buried to the hilt. Yer muscles lock, veins pop, and that moan of “oh fuck yeah” tells the whole arena exactly what just happened. A raw, mean laugh rumbles outta my chest as I keep thrustin through it, heavy and deep, not givin ya a second to come down. I smear some of that fresh load across yer chest with my hand and shove two fingers in yer mouth so ya taste yerself mixed with my sweat and blood. I snarl against your mouth, voice thick and triumphant, “The Champ just came on his own fuckin face while gettin bred in the middle of the ring. That’s payback, greaseball.” I pick up the pace even harder, balls slappin, 9-inch uncut cock drivin deep, chasin my own load now. One hand stays locked in yer greasy hair, the other one squeezin the last drops of yer cum out and then smearin it across yer sweaty, bloody face as I suddenly roar our and start blowin my thick hot winner load deep in yer ass as the crowd cheers and yells. “Beaten, breeded and slimed with yer own cum, fucker. That’s what I call payback!”

Marco the Champ

I feel your cream filling my ass and I release a long low growl before fall flat on my back gasping for air oozing spit from my mouth eyes rolled… “fuck you Dan” I whisper before I faint.

Dan Freyr

I feel that last growl vibrate through ya as I pump the rest of my load deep, then ya go slack under me…flat on yer back, eyes rolled, spit oozin from yer mouth, that weak little “fuck you Dan” slurrin out right before ya faint. I stay buried in ya a few extra seconds, chest heavin, bloody ginger beard drippin on yer slimed-up face. Then I pull out slow so the whole arena sees it, my spent 9-inch uncut cock wet and heavy, yer hole left used and leakin my winner’s load onto the canvas. “Yeah… fuck me,” I snarl down at yer unconscious face, voice raw and satisfied. “Ya already did, Champ. Tapped. Came on yer own face. Took every drop. Then ya fainted with my cream still in you.” I grab the remains of our trunks and wipe em thru the cum splattered on yer body then shove em in yer open mouth with a self-satisfied grin. “There ya go fucker…suck on that for awhile. Oh and by the way…tell yer partner Tony I’m gonna be comin after his jobber ass real soon too.” I plant my bare foot on yer cum-splattered body and flex for the crowd then turn and leave the ring, leavin ya layin there on display for the whole arena to see.

Published: 2026-09-05, viewed 108 times.