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Starring
The underground club was alive before the bell even rang. The air was thick with musk, sweat, and anticipation a fog of testosterone that clung to the low ceiling and dim lights. The crowd pressed close against the steel barricades, shoulder to shoulder, drinks sloshing, their eyes fixed on the ring like wolves waiting for a fresh kill. They wanted a show, they wanted pain, they wanted domination.
The ring lights flickered with a low, almost menacing glow, throwing sharp highlights across the canvas still stained from earlier battles. Every creak of the ropes, every stomp on the mat reverberated through the room like a war drum, reminding everyone just how close the storm was. The ref stretched in the corner, tugging at his striped shirt, but even he looked nervous... he knew what kind of match this was going to be.
Behind the curtain, you could hear the crowd’s restless roar growing louder, every second like a countdown. Somewhere in the back, Trent and Bo’s heavy footsteps echoed... cocky, confident, feeding off each other’s bravado as they got ready to enter.
Trent and Bo
The second last match of the night finishing up at this underground wrestling club. The finale will be a handicap match between us and some unknown guy. We're getting ready in the locker room as the men in the arena are shouting and cheering as a pin is made and that match is over. We're up next. We've wrestled in this arena a lot, we are undefeated. The club owners suggested this handicap match to us, they said our opponent seems capable enough to handle both of us, is vicious, unapologetic, ruthless, wants to dominate and punish, and will do anything to win. Just like us!! Finally, a challenger that is worthy of us. We look in the mirror one last time, fuck we're hot!
Trent and Bo
The ring announcer declares this a handicap match and the crowd goes wild! He says it's a NHB pro matchup, erotic encouraged, stakes are winner does whatever he/they want to the loser/losers. Win is my pin only, so tap outs, no submissions, no knock outs, ONLY PIN. For the tag team, only 1 man is allowed in the ring at a time. When a tag is made, they have 10 seconds to vacate the ring. Outside ring action is permitted but only for 30 seconds. No other rules!
Trent and Bo
"Introducing, TRENT AND BO!!" We are fan favorites and the men go crazy as we rush to the ring, cheering and chanting our name. We roll in under the bottom rope and 💪💪DOUBLE FLEX💪💪 back to back so the boys can get a better look at us! Guys are cheering, grunting, clapping for us, some are groping at our flexing, some have hands down their shorts or their buddies shorts, some need to adjust their growing hadrons. They know we always put on a show and that we mix wrestling moves with erotic action. They love when we're in the ring.
Trent and Bo
The lights dim and we lean into our corner, as the ring announcer announces our opponent and we eagerly watch on.
Dadicus
I got a call from my manager, Mike, asking if I could do him a favor. One of his friends an owner of an underground wrestling club was in a bind. The main event team had an “accident” and couldn’t compete. He needed a replacement, and apparently, I was the first name that came to his mind. A No Holds Barred match. I’ve done plenty of those. Honestly, I was ready to shrug it off… until Mike mentioned the catch. A handicap match against Trent and Bo. I’d seen them before... a few times, actually. I’ve been to this club as a spectator, sitting next to Mike, watching the two of them tear through opponents. They always caught my attention… but I don’t do tag team matches. At least, not until now. Mike laughed when I told him I was in. “I knew you’d say yes,” he said. He’d even pushed for it to be NHB with “ass on the line.” Only one man allowed in the ring at a time, winner gets everything. Tonight’s the night... I’m sitting in the corner of the locker room, changing into my gear, minding my own business. That’s when I see them Trent and Bo striding toward the arena. They don’t know who the hell I am, and that’s going to make this match even sweeter. Another wrestler stops by, introduces himself, pats me on the shoulder, and tells me he feels sorry for me. Even tries to give me some pointers, like I’m some rookie. He meant well, so I let it slide. I finish lacing up, roll my shoulders, and head toward the curtain. My music’s about to hit. Time to show this place who the fuck I am.
Dadicus
The first guitar riff of Light Up The Sky by Thousand Foot Krutch rips through the speakers, and the crowd’s noise spikes instantly.
Dadicus
I step through the curtain slow, controlled the black leather jacket hanging open just enough to tease, my trademark glasses catching the glare of the overhead lights. Beneath the jacket, my signature gray trunks with the black waistband hug my hips snug, leaving nothing to the imagination. The lights trace every contour... the flex of my thighs, the curve of my bulge, the lines of muscle leading up to my chiseled torso. I take my time on the walk to the ring, every pair of eyes in the arena glued to me. When I reach the apron, I step up and lean into the third rope arms and legs spread wide letting the jacket fall open completely. The tanned, hard torso, the hairy chest, the carved abs… all on display for the sea of men screaming and groaning.
Dadicus
With one smooth motion, I flip over the top rope and land light on my feet. I stroll to my corner, making sure Trent and Bo are watching my every move. Glasses off, folded, and set underneath the turnbuckle pad. Jacket shrugged off, hung neatly over the ropes. I roll my shoulders, brush a hand across my abs, and let my smirk spread slowly as I lock eyes with both of them. They have no idea what they’ve walked into.
Trent and Bo
We watch you put on a show and based on the hadrons forming in our gear, we are enjoying it. You saunter to the ring, driving the boys wild with your big frame. Both Bo and I lick our lips watching this big piece of muscle strutting to the ring, knowing that now get to have our hands all over you as we decimate your muscles in the ring. It isn't until you're leaned up on the ropes that we get a much better view of you, working the fans and then in the ring ready for action. You're the same height as of (6'2 like Bo, me at 6'1) but more mass and muscle, a handsome face adored by that killer beard which drives us crazy. We figure you're older, late 30s, a bit of that daddy vibe going on. The hairy chest and legs, the tight trunks, the beads of sweat already on you, that boyish longish hair, Bo puts his arm around me and pats my pec, leans in and whispers "I can't wait for us to share him after we're done with this match, you want his ass or his mouth?" I nod, "let's take both at the same time, see how much his ass can really stretch" Bo's eyes widen, he nods at my suggestion.
Trent and Bo
You lock eyes with us, we do the same as we take a few steps forward, all 3 of on full display in the ring for all the men in the audience to watch. The ref reviews the rules with us but we're too busy checking you out instead. When the ref is done, he turns to us to see who is going first. Bo takes a step forward, "that jacket is going to look great on me when we win" rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles, "so will my dick in your ass" he says grabbing his bulge. The audience replies with a roar of applause! He slaps me on my blades as he steps back into our corner, "go get him, T" he says to me, as I also roll my shoulders and crack my knuckles. "Let's do this, pops" I say to you, getting close enough to get a whiff of your musk.
Dadicus
I keep my eyes locked on you while the ref checks my gear. Out of the corner of my ear, I hear Bo run his mouth “That jacket is going to look great on me when we win… so will my dick in your ass.” I laugh, deep and low. “In your dreams, boy. Maybe I’ll fuck your boyfriend right here in front of you… let you watch while he learns what a real man feels like, instead of a boy.” The ref steps in, reminding us one of you has to leave the ring. Bo smirks and slips back to his corner, clapping your shoulder as you stay in. You mutter something at me on your way in, I don’t even bother listening. My focus is on the lock-up. We slam together, shoulder to shoulder, muscles straining as we push for control. My eyes flick to Bo for just a second, just long enough for you to see an opening. Your knee drives up into my abs, deep and hard, forcing a grunt from me. I stumble back half a step, tightening my core. Not used to keeping watch on two men at once. If I’m going to win this match… I’ll need to adapt quick.
Trent and Bo
As you stumble back, I get just enough clearance to take an early advantage, delivering a standing dropkick right to your pecs my lean body agile as it flies in the air, hoping to make perfect contact with your big hairy pec mounds, the soles of my sneakers smacking into those pecs, hoping to send you down like a pile of bricks. Bo claps in our corner "Yah T, that's how it's done".
Dadicus
You nail me with the dropkick, capitalizing on my earlier mistake. My back hits the mat hard, air rushing from my lungs, but this is far from over. I’ve been put down before, and every single one of them regretted not keeping me there... as I start to get up.
Trent and Bo
The ring rattles as the big man drops onto the canvas, I know I have to work quick to keep my advantage. As you start to get up, I get up in front of you, big smirk across my face, then NAIL you with an uppercut between the legs getting you back to your knees.
Trent and Bo
"FUCK YAH" yells Bo, the audience cheering, they love a good ball bust! I step behind you and grab a fistful of that nice long hair and pull your head back, I lower my arm around your face, locking your bearded face right up into my deep dark sweaty pit, giving you a face full of my musk.
Trent and Bo
"FUCK YAH" I repeat back, before dropping your back into my extended knee solidifying the dragon sleeper, tightening my bi around your head, forcing your face up deep into my pit, driving my knee into your back, as I let my hand explore that hairy chest of yours
Dadicus
The low blow hits like a lightning strike, sharp and brutal, stealing my breath and dropping me to my knees. My core clenches, every muscle tensing against the pain. Before I can even reset, you’re behind me, yanking my head back by the hair. My neck strains, my beard scraping against your arm and then you shove my face deep into your pit. It’s hot, damp, and reeks of your musk, filling my lungs with every forced breath. Your arm tightens, knee digging into my spine, locking me in place while your hand roams over my chest like you own me. I grit my teeth. Enough of this. I wrench one arm free, twist just enough, and rake my fingers across your eyes with everything I’ve got. I feel the jolt in your body as you flinch, your grip loosening. Pain for pain... my way of evening the score.
Trent and Bo
I play with your manly big chest, all that hair starting to get matted together with your sweat, tease your nip, gently yank on some of the fur, all while I keep your face deep into my pit, both humiliating and hurting you, digging my knee into your back. Fuck you're hot, I think to myself, getting carried away with your chest. "T, fuck, pay attention" I hear Bo yelling out to me, but before I can snap out of it, your huge hand jolts into the air and latches onto my face as you rake my eyes. "FUCK" I yell out, reaching both my hands to palm my face, dropping you out of the dragon sleeper. I'm blinded as I raise to my feet, stumble near the ropes and fall back onto the canvas, rubbing my face, kicking like a fish out of water. I finally manage to rub my eyes enough to tear up, as I start to pull up on all 4s. My blood boiling from you having spoiled my dragon sleeper, I start to push up.
Trent and Bo
The audience meanwhile is loving this early action, they are cheering and the room starts to divide between those cheering for us and those cheering for you.
Dadicus
I’m holding my back, feeling that throb where your knee dug in, but I see you trying to recover. I’m not letting this chance slip. I snap a roundhouse kick your way... you see it coming and duck, but I’m already twisting midair, swinging into a jumping back kick that cracks you right in the face. The crowd pops as you stumble, dazed.
Dadicus
I’m on you in an instant, driving my knee deep into your gut, folding you over. I glance at Bo in the corner and flash him a pair of middle fingers, smirking through my breath. Before you can breathe, I grab a fistful of your head, drop my weight, and spike you with a DDT. The mat rattles under us, your body jerking up from the impact before slumping. I stay on my knees, chest heaving, catching my breath for a second, eyes never leaving you.
Trent and Bo
As I push up off all 4s, I see your huge bod fly in the air for a roundhouse kick, but I duck. As I stand back up, I have a huge grin on my face, having just avoided your kick that may have nearly knocked off my head. But my grin is short lived, when you counter with a second kick to my face, dazing me, my brain rattling in my head, huge wod of spit flying out of my mouth. Bo palms his face, he can't believe what he just saw! I stay on my feet, but I'm shaky, dazed.
Dadicus
I see you lying face-first on the mat, sucking air, and I know exactly where I’m going next. I rise to my feet, step around to your legs, and hook my hands under your ankles. I lift them high, spreading them wide for everyone to see. “Hey, Bo!” I bark across the ring. “How’s it feel hearing your partner squirm in pain?” Without hesitation, I bring my boot down hard between your legs. The sound and the jolt through your body make the crowd howl. I keep your legs hooked, my foot grinding down on your balls as I shift my weight side to side, coiling my hips to wring every ounce of pressure I can out of you. Your body twists under me, but I’m not giving you an inch. "don't you love that sound Bo"
Trent and Bo
I see your huge shadow looming over me as you get to your feet and grab my ankles, pulling my legs straight up, feeling the tight grip. As you yell over to Bo, he already knows what's about to happen. Fuck, everyone in the arena except me knows, I'm still dazed, drooling on the canvas. In anger, Bo rattles the top ropes while stomping his feet, "Don't you fucking dare" he threatens at you, but you know you're in control and with that you stomp your boot down between my legs as I wake up with a screeching HHHOOOWWWLLLLL as the pain from my balls radiates throughout my entire body! I pound my fists on the canvas, I try to squirm away or squeeze my legs out from your iron grips but you got a solid hold. I have no choice but to scream as you shift your weight from side to side. Bo strains over the top rope for a tag but he's too far, even he knows what. The audience cheering for you, 6'2 solid hairy bearded muscle standing over me, sweat dripping all over your entire body, holding my legs in place, my lean sweaty bod twitching on the mat under you, both of us in grey briefs but only 1 of us in charge!
Trent and Bo
As you verbally tease Bo, he turns red, frustrated, angry. But his dick has a mind of its own and it's growing in his grey squares, the sight of you towering over me like that, all hairy and sweaty, twice the muscle on you, his dick can't help be react. He strains to adjust his bulge in between reaching out for a tag we both know isn't going to happen.
Dadicus
II hear you squirming and it only makes me smirk. “That all you got?” I growl, releasing your legs and stepping over to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking you up to your feet. One sharp CHOP across your chest, the crack echoes through the arena, drawing gasps. “Hear that, Bo? That’s your boy breaking under my hand.” Your chest instantly flushes red as you turn away to clutch it. I don’t give you a second. I swing again, chopping hard across your back. “Bet you’ll feel that one tomorrow, kid.” You stagger forward into the top rope.
Dadicus
Grabbing your wrist, I whip you toward the ropes, folding my body low, ready to send you flying with a mighty back body drop. I glance at Bo with a smirk. “Hope you like the view of your partner going for a ride.” waiting to send you flying.
Trent and Bo
You grab my hair and pull me up like I weigh nothing at all, as I'm barely able to stand to face you, my balls still on fire. But that doesn't stop you from pulling back and WHACK chopping my pecs so hard that it echos throughout the arena and for sure left a red mark. As I'm turned away you trash talk over to Bo, who starts shaking the top ropes again from frustration. With my back to you you now send another chop this time behind my back WHACK "AWWWW FUCK" I yell out, not expecting a back chop like that as I dance in that spot as the sting takes over my body! I stumble into the ropes as the crowd starts to cheer for your brutality! In response you send me into the opposite corners, your last comment to Bo triggering something in me as well, the adrenaline takes over and as I approach to your folded position, I instead send a knee up into your head, sending your big bod flying into the nearby corner, hoping your head smacked the back of the turnbuckle as much as my knee smacked it! Going off adrenaline, I throw myself into the corner and tag Bo 👏 He fist bumps the air and hops over the top ropes, he pushes me gently between my pecs, "slip and slide" he tells me and gives me another push, this time hard enough that I fall in the middle of the ring but get up on all 4s, facing you. Bo slaps my sweaty back, collects some of my sweat and smears it on his semi hairy chest, backing into the opposite corner. "This is for stomping my boy's balls" he growls over at you and throws himself out of the corner towards me, he leaps and lands on my back, the momentum and sweat causing him to slide off me and light a torpedo he is sent hurling head-first into your spread legs there in the corner!
Trent and Bo
He leaps up to his feet, I do the same and I leap into a big bro bearhug as he holds me with one arm on my back, the other he raises into the air in victory, the audience ROARING their approval, chanting "SLIP AND SLIDE SPIP AND SLIDE" over and over. I hop off and he squeezes my shoulder, "You go recover bro" then turns to face you suffering in the corner, "I'll take care of daddy over here"
Dadicus
I’m still catching my breath in the corner when I see the setup, your body launched forward, sweat-slick, momentum carrying you like a missile. Then impact. Your head slams into my spread legs, and a white-hot bolt of pain shoots up from my balls into my gut. My whole body jolts, a guttural growl ripping from my throat as my hands instinctively drop to protect myself. The crowd’s roar fades into a dull, throbbing hum in my ears, every nerve below my waist screaming. I stagger forward in pain, chest heaving, eyes locked on you through the haze of pain. My jaw clenches. This isn’t over. Not by a long shot.
Trent and Bo
Bo approaches you in the corner as you heave for air and clutch your babymakers. You reach up and grab the waistband of his squares as you continue to breath heavy, he allows it, admiring your huge sweaty hairy bod down on your knees, with him towering over you.
Trent and Bo
Then he says "that's enough" and spits down at your face with a cocky grin, the crowd agreeing with this humiliation in the form of a roar of cheers and applause! He grabs your long hair and drags you up to your feet, dragging your face across his sweaty bulge and sweaty chest along the way, giving you a whiff and taste of what he's sweating out. He turns you to face the corner and stands to your side, raising his arm around your pecs and grasping your shoulder, letting your arm drape over his extended arm. He leans over and gives you a kiss on the cheek and then BAM he sends you flying face first into the middle turnbuckle, all his power and strength behind the move, nearly taking your head off in the process, showing no regard for you as he just flattens you
Trent and Bo
I clap from our corner as I recover as Bo stays seated next to you, absorbing the love of the crowd. Then he slaps your back and gets back to his feet, planning his next move.
Dadicus
Still clutching my aching balls, I feel your shadow loom over me. You let me grab the waistband of your squares, almost like you’re letting me linger there, breathing heavy, chest rising and falling against the heat of the crowd. Then that smug little, “That’s enough,” and spit right onto my face. I see red, frustration covering my face. The crowd eats it up, their roar pounding in my ears like drums. Your hand tangles in my hair, yanking me up, my face dragged across the sweaty heat of your bulge, the salty musk of your chest filling my senses. My teeth grit, jaw flexing, but you keep control, turning me toward the corner. Your arm snakes under mine, clamping around my pec, my own arm draped uselessly over yours. Then I feel your lips on my cheek mocking, taunting before BAM! My face slams into the middle turnbuckle with enough force to rattle my skull. My neck whips forward, a sharp shock exploding behind my eyes as I hang there against the corner. I hear the crowd’s noise dim to a muffled rush, your hand patting my back like you own me. My muscles twitch, my mind already plotting how I’m going to make you regret giving me that kiss.
Trent and Bo
"You ready" Bo asks me and I nod. He reaches down and pulls you up by the back of your briefs, giving you a nice wedgie as a result, laying on the humiliation nice and thick on you!
Trent and Bo
He drags you over to me on your tip toes of your boats, tags me in and drops you on your chest. He stands at your feet, plans his sneakers behind your knees and pulls each of your boots up and twists your foot behind his calf. He runs his knuckles down your ribs, as you try to swot it away he grabs your arms and locks you in position. He rocks back and forth, back and forth, then bacccccccckkkkkk as he's on his back now, you're bridged above him, your sweaty hairy chest and bulge pointing straight up to the arena lights, he bends your body like you are a rag doll, not 215 pounds of muscle, but rather a twink!! Meanwhile I lay down above Bo's head and raise my arms, he passes your arms to me and I CRANK you back, really twisting at your shoulders and elbows, as Bo steadies my sneakered feet on both of your blades. We now have you in a double bridge, working almost every joint in your body, expertly controlling you, our own hardon growing at the site of your massive body being balanced above us
Trent and Bo
The ref distracted finally starts the double teaming count....."1......2........3......."
Dadicus
The first thing I feel is Bo’s fist in the back of my briefs, yanking them so high the elastic bites into my crack, the crowd howling at the humiliation. My tiptoes barely touch the canvas as he drags me over like I’m nothing, my ass and balls clenching from the strain. He dumps me chest-first to the mat, the air rushing out of my lungs in a grunt. Before I can plant my hands, I feel his sneakers wedge behind my knees, then my boots are pulled up and twisted into place. Knuckles scrape down my ribs and I swat, but he catches my arms, locking me tight. I recognize this move as I try to get out, but it's to late the rocking starts back, forth, back, forth before the sudden pull sends my entire body arcing up into the air, followed by Bo grabbing my arm a new version of a surfboard I have never experienced. my chest and bulge pointed to the lights, spine bending further than it should. "Aghh!" I grunt Just as the pressure spikes in my lower back, Trent’s there above Bo’s head, arms snatching mine, cranking back hard. My shoulders scream, elbows burning, the bridge stretching me open in every joint. My muscles tremble, sweat slicking my hairy chest as they hold me like a prize catch for the whole damn arena to see. I can hear the crowd loving it... deafening roars vibrating through the mat, while I’m trapped, spine bowing under the double assault. My teeth grit, jaw flexing, every breath hot with pain and fury. The ref’s voice finally cuts through—“ONE… TWO… THREE…” and all I can think is how much I’m going to make these two pay and humiliate the second I’m free.
Trent and Bo
We both snicker and laugh as we work your big muscle body like you're nothing but a ragdoll twink. As the ref gets to 8, I say "okay okay ref, I hear you" and I PULLLLLLLLLL down your arms..... "8!!" as I stretch out your arms as far down as they can go..... "9!" and I release your arms and "10!" with Bo still having control of your legs, when I release your arms you slingshot forward and pound into the mat face first! An incredible show of combined power, strength, and technique by us! Bo rolls immediately out of the ring, leaving me the legal man in the ring.
Trent and Bo
I kip to my feet and stand on your massive back, flexing 
letting boys in the audience take pics, then I strike another pose further humiliating you as my leaner, smaller body tramples your down onto the mat. "Kiss that canvas, big boy" I yell down to you as I hop off you and bounce up to the middle turnbuckle. "T, watch yourself..." Bo warns but I ignore him.
letting boys in the audience take pics, then I strike another pose further humiliating you as my leaner, smaller body tramples your down onto the mat. "Kiss that canvas, big boy" I yell down to you as I hop off you and bounce up to the middle turnbuckle. "T, watch yourself..." Bo warns but I ignore him.
I step up to the top turnbuckle and spread my arms victoriously to the huge applause of the audience. "T, don't mess around!" Bo warns again but I can't hear him over the cheers and volume of the audience! Perched atop the ring, I fly off backwards and spin in the air, my lean body agile, cutting through the air and wind in a beautiful corkscrew moonsault, sweat flying off me, aimed directly across your back, attempting to not only snap you half but bury you into the ring canvas at the same time!
Dadicus
I’m still sucking air through my teeth, my back throbbing from the abuse, but my ears are sharp. I hear the ropes creak, the crowd’s pitch rising as Trent climbs higher, showboating like he’s already won. Bo’s voice shouts something urgent from their corner, but Trent’s too busy milking the cheers. I lift my head just enough to watch him spread his arms on that top turnbuckle, his body glistening under the lights. Then he launches... spinning in a corkscrew, twisting through the air, coming down fast with all that confidence painted across his face. That’s when I make my move. At the last possible second, I roll hard to the side, feeling the rush of wind as his body slices past where I just was BAM! He slams chest-first into the canvas, the sound echoing like a shotgun blast in the packed arena. The crowd winces in unison, and I can see him bounce once from the impact before going limp for a beat. I’m already pushing up to my knees, smirking through the sting in my back. “You like the view down here, hotshot?” I growl, towering over him now. “Get used to it.”
Dadicus
I don’t waste a heartbeat. The second Trent’s body crashes to the mat, I’m on my feet and charging for the ropes. Bo’s eyes are locked on his partner’s wrecked body, not me... big mistake. I swing my forearm like a sledgehammer, CRACKING it across his jaw. The shot sends him flying off the apron, hitting the outside floor hard, the crowd erupting in a mix of cheers and jeers. I spin right back toward Trent, his head still hanging low from the failed moonsault. My hand tangles in his sweaty hair, yanking him upright with ease before scooping him high into the air. WHAM! His spine smacks down across my knee in a brutal cradle backbreaker, his body bowing perfectly for the crowd to see. I keep him there, my left hand locked under his chin, the other sliding low to grip and squeeze his balls, grinding his body tighter over my thigh.
Dadicus
“Let’s see who’s gonna save you now… AHHH!” I roar, bending him harder over my knee, feeling every twitch and jolt as pain rips through him. The crowd’s howls grow louder, half of them egging me on, the other half begging for mercy he’s not gonna get.
Trent and Bo
I'm ready to snap you in half with my speed and agility from the top rope, but when I connect there is no one home! All that energy and impact I had ready to unleash on you instead is unleashed on myself while hitting the canvas. I bounce on impact and then land flat, dazed, drooling, once again spread eagled on my chest , barely breathing, eyes fluttering.
Trent and Bo
Bo leans in between the top and middle rope, stretching for a tag that we both know isn't going to happen, his concern can be ready on his face and body expression, completely ignoring you and taken by surprise when you appear in front of him, 6'2 vs 6'2 except you got more hairy muscle on you and you nail him across the jaw, sending him flying into the air and landing on his back on the dirty mats on the floor, almost knocked out from the impact.
Trent and Bo
You have both of us nearly unconscious now, as you tower over me, my leg twitching, my arm slowly flailing back to life as you hoist me up by my sweaty hair, the cheers from the divided boys in the arena is deafening! They paid to see a show and fuck are they getting one! You scoop me up like I'm a lightweight jobber, holding me there to show off your power to the audience, then CRACCCCCCCCK you slam me across your bent knee and hold me there in a stunning, killer OTK backbreaker, my bod perfectly arched over your knee, on full display. You cut one hand over my stubble chin and pull down, the other around my crotch, as I growl out in pain as you push down in both directions, cranking my spine across your knee, your bigger muscle body heaving over me, easily bending me in half, you sweat dripping down on me. But when you start to squeeze my balls, I start to shout out from the pain, not able to yell much tho with your hand cupping my chin. You split me across my spine while also working my balls, humiliating me in the middle of the ring, while Bo is laid out outside the ring. I HOWWWWWL in pain! I can feel you enjoying this, relishing in my pain, making sure I feel every bit of pain throughout every inch of my body as you expertly bend me in half while working my balls.
Trent and Bo
The crowd goes insane, even the ref needs to adjust his crotch as he's turned on by the brutal action in the ring.
You momentarily release my crotch as you trash talk me, use that hand to start violently twisting my nips as I try to yell out more but your hand still cupping my chin and mouth, before you go back to squeezing my balls!
Trent and Bo
I raise my arm, giving it a moment from the smell of my pits to hit your face, before showering the top of your head with my elbow, rattling your head each time, beads of sweat falling off of us and adding to the pool of sweat already under us.
Trent and Bo
When I feel you're nice and shaky on your knees like a tower about to fall, I lean in close, seductively, don't say a word, just open your mouth and spit inside it, then shove my fingers in your mouth, forcing you to swallow it.
Whistles and claps from the audience confirm their appreciate of this humiliation. My dick growing and stirring in my grey briefs, as I take a split second to admire your sweaty muscles, the bulge shoved into your own grey briefs, the smell of a real man under me. Finally I grab your head and pull you up, quickly getting behind you, using my smaller frame and agility to my advantage, I grab your shoulders, leap up, land my knees between your blades, then crash you downwards with me as my knees stab into your back with incredible power and impact, forcing your larger body to bounce off me and land on the canvas next to me, as the crowd chants "BACK STABBER BACK STABBER BACK STABBER" having nailed you in one of my trademarks!
Trent and Bo
I see Bo pulling himself up onto the ring canvas, peaking in from under the bottom rope. As I get to my feet, I jokingly say "Oh B, nice of you to join us today" then give him a thumbs up, showing that I'm just playing with him as I watch you suffer down at my sneakers. Then I shrug my shoulders, "for good measure" I tell our fans and then spit down on you one more time as I wave for Bo to get his ass into the ring.
Dadicus
Your fingers tangle in my hair, yanking my head back so my neck strains, and I’m forced to look up into that smug, sweat-slick face. The heat from your body presses down on me, the sharp musk flooding my senses while my knees burn against the canvas from holding my weight. Each elbow you drop on the crown of my head sends a dull THUNK echoing through my skull, rattling my vision until the lights above blur together. By the time you lean in, I can feel my balance swaying like a post in the wind. The crowd’s noise dulls for a second, right before your spit lands hot in my mouth, and your fingers shove it down my throat. I gag and growl at the same time, jaw clenching against the taste, my pride boiling hotter than my pulse. The humiliation stings worse than the blows, but I keep my breathing steady, already plotting my payback.
Dadicus
You take your eyes off me for a second, one second too long. I surge up from the mat, my hand clamping around the back of your sweaty head, and drop hard to my ass with a CRACK that snaps your jaw on my head in a brutal jawbreaker. The shock jolts through your skull, your body shooting upright from the whiplash.
Dadicus
I’m already moving, my hand snatching your leg before you can stagger back. With a violent twist, I whip your body around in a sudden, lightning spiral smashing you head-first into the canvas with sickening force. Your body goes limp for just a heartbeat, perfect for me to hook your leg tight and press my chest across yours. The ref slides in, hand hitting the mat. "ONE...!"
Trent and Bo
I look over to see Bo stirring for only a second but that's all you needed to leap up and clamp the back of my head, your huge muscle body dropping down hard and SNAPPING me in a brutal jawbreaker, gathering gasps from the audience! It sends a jolt from my head all the way down to my toes in my sneakers, almost like an electric shock that freezes me from the sudden pain as I stand there, holding my jaw, almost frozen. That's when you act again, your bigger body smashing my head into the canvas in a sickening, violent, brutal spiral that almost freezes me for a moment, my head on the canvas, my arms above me laid out on the mat, my legs curled up over me with the tips of my sneaks on the canvas, held in this humiliating position after that brutal move. You capitalize on it, hooking my leg and holding me in that position, your thick sweaty hairy AF chest pressing onto mine as the ref slaps "1"...... I'm drooling from impact, my skull still rattled, "2" I feel the vibrations under me as the ref smacks his hand down again... just then you feel and hear a SMACK across your back, forcing you to break the pin and shoot up in pain across your big back spreading throughout your bod. As your eyes focus on the jumbo screens in the arena, you see.....
Dadicus
The crack of that chair explodes through my spine, a sharp, white-hot pain shooting out across every muscle in my back. My grip on your leg breaks instantly, my body jerking upright in reflex, and I suck in a breath through clenched teeth. The crowd’s roar turns into a frenzied chaos as I catch my balance only for the second steel-on-skull blast to ring my bell. My head snaps forward, lights flashing in my vision, and my legs give out beneath me. I crash down, my chest landing heavy across your body, the impact knocking a grunt out of both of us. My palms splay against the mat, trying to push myself up, but the ringing in my ears drowns out everything, the ref’s shouting, the crowd’s reaction, even my own breath. Somewhere in the haze, I can feel Bo’s fury radiating behind me, his shadow swallowing the spotlight, that chair still in his grip. My jaw tightens, anger starting to boil up through the pain because now this just turned into a war.
Trent and Bo
Bo pushes past the ref and rolls me out of the way, dropping the chair in the middle of the ring. The ref still yelling that he isn't the legal man, Bo yells back "he should have thought about that before he sucker punched me off the ring, where were you then huh ref?" shouting in this face, spit flying out of his mouth with each word in anger. He pushes the ref aside again and looks down at you, a hairy pile of muscles on your back, like a turtle turned over. His dick gets instantly hard at the view. "Time to show you my real power now, daddy" he says, reaching down and cupping the back of your neck, pulling you to your feet in a folded position. He pulls your head into his sweaty hairy thighs, his sweaty hard bulge of his grey squares now resting on the back of your neck.
"Get a big whiff of what a MAN smells like, daddy" he yells down to you, the roars of the audience giving him the approval he wants. He leads down across your back, his nips are hard and almost poke your back as he pulls you up upside down, showing off his incredible strength now, holding your massive hairy muscle body upside down, holding it there for photo ops! He lets the sweat run down both you and him, mixing and dripping off each other. He inhales the musk from your ass through your grey briefs, flexing his cock behind your head. Finally, he takes a step to the left. No doubt you can see from the TV screens (upside down) that he's placed you over the metal chair!
Trent and Bo
he leaps up and sends you crashing down, the crown of your head smacking into the metal chair with so much impact that you fly out between his legs and land on your back
Dadicus
The world is spinning upside down in Bo’s grip, my skull still rattling from that chair shot, but the haze in my head is replaced by the heat of his thighs clamping around my neck. His musk fills my lungs, the rank heat searing my senses while the crowd’s roar swells into a fever pitch. My shoulders ache from the way my own weight is hanging, my blood rushing down to my head, sweat dripping off both of us like a steady rain. Then... impact. A white flash explodes in my vision as the crown of my head collides with cold, unforgiving steel. My body jolts violently, the momentum spilling me out between his legs like a sack of bricks. I’m barely registering the mat under my back before he’s already on me, leg hooked tight, his chest pressing heavy into mine. The rank damp of his pit seals over my mouth and nose, my breath stolen instantly, the wiry hair scratching across my lips with every inhale. My chest heaves under him, muscles straining against his weight as the ref’s hand slaps down once. My mind screams to move NOW ! but the fog of pain, the burn in my lungs, and the humiliating press of his pit keep me pinned in place for that heartbeat too long. I can feel the audience feeding him energy, their voices shaking the arena as his elbow grinds over the bulge in my trunks. Every nerve in my body is screaming but my pulse is pounding harder.
Dadicus
You crush down on me and the ref slides in, his hand hits once and the crowd yells with him. “ONE!” He raises for the second and Bo’s already screaming in my ear, “THREE! THREE!” like it’s a done deal. The ref freezes, flinches, then waves it off. “No! He’s not the legal man... Trent is!” he barks, pointing at you. He starts a count on you being in illegally: “Three… four… five…” I see the panic flash across both your faces. Trent scrambles back in, slaps your hand, clean tag and you roll out, then dive right back in and hook my leg the right way this time. The ref drops again: “ONE!” The crowd echoes: “ONE!” “TWO!” “TWO!” I throw my arm up with everything I’ve got pure reflex and my forearm slams straight into your groin. Total accident, but it lands flush. You jolt hard, the pin breaks, and the ref waves off the count as you recoil. I roll to my side, chest heaving, sucking air, trying to settle the fire in my ribs and the ringing in my skull bought myself a heartbeat, and that’s all I need.
Trent and Bo
So close to the fucking win and the fucking ref pulls out the rule book verbiage out of no where as we scramble to swap places. Just as we are within grasp of our second potential opportunity to win within only a few seconds of each other, you cut your arm up between my legs nailing me right in my babymakers, like so many of the other greats that use a low blow kickout!
Trent and Bo
The audience feeds into your aggression, they cheer for your ball busting kickout, they thrive on it, they cheer for you as you roll to your side, while I flounder around like a jellyfish holding my nuts, the pain shooting through my body! I force myself to roll to my corner where I tag 👏 Bo back in, who pulls on the top ropes and flings himself over. He preys on you, crouching around you, stalking you, waiting for you to get to your feet, always staying behind you, enough distance that you can't kick back or see him, but close enough that he can act when the moment is right. When you get to your feet, the ref is pulling the chair away from the ring but Bo grabs it, "Not yet, ref" and flings it towards you, instinctively you grab it and that's when Bo flings his 6'2 lean muscle frame into the air in a roundhouse kick, nailing the chair, which in turn nails you in the face and the chest
Trent and Bo
and immediately leaps into a second roundhouse kick, this one bare sneaker to your head, sending you out of the ring. Bo wastes no time, he slithers outside the ring immediately, he grabs at your bigger bod, sweaty hairy and all, pulls you up giving you no time to react or recoup, throws your arm behind his neck, cups your waist and hoists you up in the air....what a sight! 6'2 Bo heaving you at 6'2 in the air, you with more muscle and sweaty hair, him in grey squares, you in grey friends, treating you like you're a twink just hoisting you up in the air... "remember THIS metal post" he says to you, referring to the one you catapulted him into. He looks over at a couple of shirtless fans in the front row, "should I do it?" they nod profusely, almost drooling, and Bo drives you forward, nailing your balls directly into the metal pole!
Trent and Bo
Leaving you there to slowly drop, sliding down the pole as he rolls into the ring to break the outside ring count, then rolls right back out to restart it, looking down at the carnage he caused, needing to adjust his growing hardon!
Dadicus
My body folds in around the agony, a white-hot spike shooting from my groin straight up into my gut as I collapse to my knees at the base of the post. The cold steel presses against my sweaty forehead while my hands instinctively clutch my balls, my breath ripping out of me in short, ragged bursts. My vision blurs, spots dancing in my eyes, the crowd’s roar morphing into one long, distorted wave of noise in my ears. I can feel my pulse hammering in my temples, every throb of pain making my legs quake underneath me. My jaw clenches, teeth grinding, a guttural growl bubbling in my throat as I fight to get my bearings. My chest heaves, each breath tasting like rust and rage. Slowly, I tip to my side, curling on the floor outside the ring like a coiled beast nursing its wound. My sweaty, hairy torso rises and falls, the heat pouring off me mixing with the arena lights. One hand still cages my manhood while the other digs into the mat for support, my muscles twitching from the shock. I glare up toward the ring, eyes locked on Bo’s cocky figure inside, my lip curling despite the pain. The crowd can see it I’m hurting bad, but the fire’s still in there, building with every pulse of agony. You want to break me? but I will not give you the satisfaction. I will take you with me.
Trent and Bo
Bo back out of the ring approaches you again, he takes a whiff of your musk and his hardon aches as he watches your muscles twitching, your agony, your pain, but your will to continue fighting is impressive. He reaches down and tussles your hair then pats your back, like a child, the audience laughing. Bo raises his arm, his jungle pits like snakes comes to life as he scoops a pit full of sweat from his deep cavity, then places that hand around your face, clawing your face and dragging you to your feet, pulling you away from the metal pole. He holds you there, licking his lips as he admires your sweaty hairy bod, finally releasing you as he holds you up still. No doubt your balls still hurt and your brain still rattled a bit, but he manages to keep you steady enough as Bo takes a few steps back in a crouching position. "Be on alert" he tells you as he quickly rushes a few steps forward and starts raising his foot into a roundhouse kick to your head. What you don't see is me coming in behind you and side swiping your leg, giving you no chance of defence as I trip you while at the same time Bo smacks your head with his kick, sending you down to the ground in a painful fury!
Trent and Bo
The audience going ape shit, I give Bo a big bro hug, he squeezes me back then we turn to the dudes in the audience who have their hands down their shorts, "If you liked that one, wait for this next move" I tell them as we grab you and roll you back into the ring and quickly follow. The ref starts this 10 count but we're not worried, we set you up for the next bone chilling move!
Dadicus
The kick rattles my skull like a gunshot inside my head, the force dropping me flat to the floor before I can even register the pain in my leg from Trent’s sweep. My body jerks from the double impact, air blasting from my lungs in a rough grunt as I hit the ground. For a second, I just lay there, the world spinning in dizzy loops, the taste of sweat and copper thick in my mouth. I'm not used to having to watch my front and back at the same time. My hands dig into the mat, fingers clawing for leverage as my chest heaves, every breath a battle against the haze clouding my vision. My balls still ache from the earlier shot to the post, a dull throb pulsing under the sharper pain buzzing behind my eyes. But underneath all that… there’s heat and heart. I said yes to 2 vs 1 and its been a long time since I have been put in this position. The burn of fury, crawling up my spine, cutting through the fog. My jaw tightens. My nostrils flare. I can hear them Bo and Trent hyping themselves up, playing to the crowd, acting like I’m already done but what they don't know is that I will have this fucking arena chant my name when I'm done with you. They roll me into the ring like a trophy they’re about to mount, but the moment my back touches that canvas, my muscles tense. I’m hurting, yeah. I’m slower, yeah. But I’m not done. Not even close. Let them set up their “bone chilling” move. Let them think they’ve got me exactly where they want me. They’re about to find out what happens when you give me enough time to breathe.
Trent and Bo
We know you're big, we know you're strong, but we are smart and we get right to work, giving you no time to recover as Bo is quick to turn you onto your chest and mount you, he digs his knee into the small of your back, he gets your beard into his fingers and pulls your torso up into a camel, stretching you, holding you there, working that spine expertly. I immediately bounce off the ropes, past you and bounce off the other ropes, and this time as I approach I drop and deliver a baseball slide with both my sneaks directly to your head as Bo drops you, shattering you, working your head and rattling your brain again! Bo wastes no time, as the legal man in the ring he gets right back to work on you as I slide out of the ring back to my corner, before the 10 count.
Trent and Bo
"See ref, told you we'd be less than 10 seconds" I smirk to laughs from the audience, both Bo and I boned so hard in our gear
Dadicus
Bo’s knee grinds into the base of my spine like he’s trying to split me in half, the pull on my beard forcing my chest up and my back into an agonizing arch. My teeth grit, veins standing out along my neck as I fight the urge to roar from the strain. Then CRACK! Trent’s sneakers smash into the side of my skull like a wrecking ball, the jolt whipping my head sideways and sending a white-hot flash across my vision. My arms give, my chest slamming the mat as the whole ring seems to tilt beneath me. I’m left sprawled out, cheek pressed to the hot canvas, my breath heavy and ragged. My back is screaming, my head pounding in rhythm with my heartbeat, and the crowd’s laughter only adds gasoline to the fire boiling under my skin. They’re smart yeah, I’ll give them that. But this isn’t over and I know I'm in a tough spot.
Trent and Bo
Bo says to me, "where you going bro" with an evil grin 😈 I match that evil grin and extend my hand for another tag 👏 the audience eating this up! As I hop over the ropes, Bo yells to the crowd "I hear Daddy here has always wanted to visit Germany!!" the audience roars, knowing what we have stored, queueing them up perfectly, as their cheers and encouragement fuel us to destroy and demolish you. I yank on your hair and bring you up to your feed, folded over, as the ref starts his count. Bo slaps him on his blades, "don't worry, we promise not to go over the 10 again" he says to the ref with a wink, the audience roaring laughter and applause. I hook your head under my pit, the sweat from my pit already sliding down your back as I flex my bi into your throat. I hook both my arms under your elbows and cut my hands behind your back, locking you in a chicken wing. No doubt you can smell my musk, you can feel the sweat and heat off my bod, you can feel the my muscles wrapped around your muscles, you can probably even hear my heart beating with excitement as I snake around you like this. With you face down to the canvas, you can probably even see the huge hardon in my grey briefs. With the chicken wing locked in, I use my upper bod strength to heave your legs up in the air, where Bo steps in between them and hooks the back of your knees under his pits, his pit sweat now making its way down your legs and to your ass. I DROP you in a DDT, the ring rattles on impact, while Bo still has a hold of your legs. I reposition my hands on your shoulders and push your chest up towards me, pushing you high above me. I wink at you, then place my sneakers on your chest and PUSH you up, at the same time Bo continues the momentum as your 6'2 muscle sweaty hairy bod flies in the air and lands on your back SMACCCCCK the ring rattling again, in an ultimate variation of a complex German suplex. We can feel the pain you're in, the smack was that hard, we almost even feel sorry for you...
Trent and Bo
but when we see you spread eagled out on the mat, that sorry turns into lust and our packages ache! We see your huge chest heaving for air, your arms and legs still, spread eagled, your bulge pointing up, you laying in a pool of combined sweat. Bo smacks me on my pecs and leaves the ring, leaving me the legal man. I adjust my bulge and know I gotta stay on you to keep wearing you down.
Dadicus
That DDT-German combo hits like a damn freight train, the canvas exploding under my back with a smack so loud it echoes into the rafters. My lungs seize, chest heaving but barely pulling in air, every nerve in my spine screaming from the whiplash. The taste of sweat yours, Bo’s, mine mixes in my mouth as I stare up at the bright lights, the whole arena spinning around me. I can feel the outline of my bulge pressing up in my briefs, my body stuck in that humiliating spread-eagle position, every muscle twitching but refusing to obey me. My head throbs, my back’s on fire, and my pride’s stinging worse than either. But even through the fog, I can feel it building the slow, stubborn burn of defiance that tells me this match isn’t going to be their victory parade for long... I plant my palms against the mat, my fingers digging in, sweat dripping off my beard as I grit my teeth. My whole body aches, my back feels like it’s been cracked in three places, and my balls still throb from earlier shots but I can’t just keep lying here and letting these two tear me apart. Two-on-one isn’t a fight it’s a hunt. And these bastards know exactly how to use that advantage, circling, picking their shots, never giving me room to breathe. That’s what I signed up for, though. That’s why I said yes. Because I knew they were smart, dangerous, and relentless…and that’s exactly the kind of fight I wanted. Now I just need to dig deep, find that one opening, and rip it wide open. I’m no pushover, and before this night is over, I’ll make sure they remembers my name every time they step into a ring again and this fucking crowd too.
Dadicus
I drag myself toward the ropes, my knuckles white as I grip the top one, sweat dripping down onto the canvas. Every muscle in my body screams, but my mind is sharpening... because I know what I have to do. Trent’s the one I can break first. He’s good, but his cockiness makes him sloppy when he smells blood. Bo’s different focused, brutal, short-tempered. I can’t go head-on with him unless I can push him into losing that control. I get one boot planted under me, my knee trembling but holding. My eyes lock on Trent, watching for that moment when he gets too confident, too eager to put me away. That’s when I strike. I just need to bait him in, use his own swagger against him, and maybe just maybe draw Bo into making the kind of mistake his temper is built for. One foot down. One plan in motion,
Trent and Bo
You've been a formidable opponent, at twice as size it almost feels likes an equal match when we team up against you. Like prey, we hunt you, we work you over, we break you down slowly. We made the mistake of letting you heal even for 10 seconds too long and you turn the tables. We've been much more calculated in this half of the match, not giving you too much time to lick your wounds in the hopes that we can take you down and keep you down (and then fuck you while you're down). Now it's you and me in the ring, I'm the smallest of the 3 men in this match but I'd venture to say also the most nimble, agile and stealth. I see you getting to the ropes, I need to lull you into a falsehood, make you think you have control but really I'm the one in control. You lock your eyes on me, I lock them back on you. I might look like a pretty boy, but I'm very crafty. And I have an idea......
Trent and Bo
I rush you quickly, head on, making it appear as if I'm going in for a splash while you're on the ropes, but using my agility I fake out at the last second, instead I grab the top and middle rope and fly through them like a swinging door, aiming my feet directly at your head, hoping it knocks you down onto the canvas hard! I attempt to execute a perfect 619
Trent and Bo
If successful, the crowd will chat "6-1-9" as you lay on the canvas in the same puddle of sweat
Dadicus
I see you charging in, all that pretty boy confidence dripping off you, thinking you’ve got me right where you want me. My grip on the ropes tightens, my stance low and coiled, every muscle in my legs ready to spring before you can pull off whatever slick little stunt you’ve got planned. The second you leap through the ropes, swinging your legs around for that flashy 619, I plant my feet and snatch both your legs out of the air mid-swing. With a violent yank, I drag you inside the ring, slamming you down on your back before driving my boot straight into your face. I latch onto your arm, forcing you upright just enough for me to start brutally kicking your head with sharp, brutal shots one after another, each crack harder than the last... like a man possessed, like I’ve got something to prove. The crowd winces with every snap, every jolt.
Dadicus
The ref shouts for me to back off, but you’ve already shoved yourself into the corner for breathing room. I don’t care. I shove the ref aside and start stomping into you again, boots slamming into your ribs and stomach in rapid-fire bursts. This isn’t a wrestling match anymore. This is a street brawl, and I’m making damn sure you know the difference.
Dadicus
I plant my foot on the second rope, feeling the steel cable flex under my weight, and launch myself like a missile head first straight into your groin. The impact lands with a sickening thud, and the crowd gasps as your whole body jolts, your face contorting in raw agony. I get to my feet, breathing heavy but grinning, already knowing what’s coming next. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bo charging in like a freight train, that big “save my partner” energy all over him. This time, I’m ready. The second he gets close, I trip his leg and yank him forward, tipping him headfirst into your already screaming groin doubling the damage and doubling the humiliation. Both of you collapse inward, a tangled mess of pain.
Dadicus
And just to make sure the message is clear, I rear back and drive my boot right into Bo’s groin as well, the crack echoing through the arena. Now it’s both of you on the mat, clutching yourselves, writhing in shared misery, while I kneel over the wreckage, smirking down at my handiwork trying to catch my breath and the little time I have to compose myself.
Trent and Bo
Big grin on my face as I'm about to wreck you in my 619 but instead you grab my feet, my grin turns into worry then you yank me back into the ring, slamming me on the mat instead of you being slammed on the mat THUD. You waste no time, as you tower over me you life what looks like a size 50 boot into the air and smash it into my face, my head rattling against the canvas! Then you get really violent and nasty, holding me arm so prop me up just enough for you to keep kicking me, the impact of you holding me up rattling my head even more, each kick from each foot more powerful than the last, sweat flying all over the place.
Trent and Bo
I lay in there in so much pain I don't even reach for a body part to massage, I just heave in air but you leap off the second turnbuckle, all 215 pounds of muscle in your sweaty hairy 6'2 frame piling down on me in the form of a headbutt tearing into my bulge! I reach and howl and cup my balls! Bo can't keep watching this, he leaps over the ropes and goes in ready to drop a double hammer fist between your blades, but you see him coming and simply redirect him to my bulge by tripping him head first into my bulge, TWO HEADBUTTS to the balls now as I HOWL out in pain! My legs banging on the canvas, my body spasming in the corner. Before Bo can escape or ever apologize, its his turn to feel the power of your 215 muscles and hairy 6'2 frame as you stomp down on his bulge, he leaps up and back down, cupping his balls, spinning on the mat between my legs. We're both in the corner, like a sandwich piled on each other, cupping our balls, squirming from the pain, as you kneel next to us, we can sense your arrogance, your cocky pride, how proud you are of what you've done to us in this corner, it oozes off you along with your musk and masc pride. The audience starting to chant your name!
Dadicus
“You fucker,” I growl, stomping Bo’s head down against the canvas with all the weight of my boot. My hand shoots to your hair, yanking you upright before shoving you into the ropes. I thread your arms and lock you in tight between the cables, your body straining but trapped. “Wait for me right there… Trent you’re gonna love this,” I sneer, and the moment hangs before my palm cracks against chest chest THWACK! The thunderous echo ricochets around the arena, the welt blooming bright red across your pec.
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Dadicus
But I’m not done. Not even close. I turn my attention to Bo the one who’s been manhandling me the most and stalk in with cold, deliberate steps. My hands clamp his legs and I force them wide, lowering my body before driving my knee straight up into his balls. His grunt shoots into the rafters. “You wanted to work my balls, huh?” I snarl, slamming my knee down into his groin again, harder.
Dadicus
I grip his head, dragging his dazed face up and forcing it under Trent’s bound frame. My hand grips your cheek, turning it just enough so your staring right at your partner. “Look at him. He’s not gonna save you now.” My palm explodes across your chest again CRACK! making you jerk in the ropes. Then I shift back to Bo, hoisting his legs high into the air. My stance drops, then I snap back with a violent catapult, launching his skull up and forward. His head slams into your groin with vicious speed. Your whole body jolts and coils in place, trapped with nowhere to go, your face twisted in pain while Bo writhes at his feet. The crowd roars, eating up every ounce of both your agony. " I know he was a cock sucker" I shout. The crowd laughing eating it all up.
Trent and Bo
You stomp Bo in the head, similar to how you did all that stomping to mine, rattling his brain. That keeps him down and dazed long enough for you to grab my sweaty hair and yank me into the ropes, stretching my arms and getting them locked up between the top and middle ropes, another trademark punishment I dole out to our prey, but this time it's me trapped. I try to struggle but all you do is watch knowing I'm too weak to escape right now, that's when you wind your arm up after your threats and CRACK it across my chest so hard that my torso goes backwards into the ropes, my legs off the mat, then like a see-saw my chest heaves back forward and my legs land back on the canvas, still locked up, the stinging makes it's way through the rest of my chest and into my back! All I can do it spit in your direction as I cringe from the pain.
Trent and Bo
Bo pulls for the ropes to help him get up but you're already behind him, stalking him like we've been doing to you, you roll him onto his back easily and raise his legs, dropping not 1 but 2 knees directly into his babymakers! He moans loudly on the first, but growls loudly at the second, the audience on your side with their cheers as your knee makes direct contact both times, all your sweaty muscle weight behind each one.
Trent and Bo
He jacknifes when you release him, grabbing his balls but you drag him over to me and greet me with a second wicked palm to the chest, I again see-saw on impact. As you grab his legs and tuck them under your pits, I shake my head back and forth, "no no nooooo" I plead, pulling at the ropes, trying to get out of them, Bo raises his hands and shakes them in front of him, also pleading "noooo dude, nooo" both of us knowing exactly what devious plan you have in store, as you catapult Bo's head up deep into my crotch, as I hang there unable to cup my balls but simply whimper at the pain, as Bo rolls out of the ring (not the legal man anyways) cupping his balls and trying to walk it off, recovering while I hang between the ropes inside the ring.
Dadicus
I see Bo roll out of the ring... my real prey tonight. Trent’s just an appetizer now, but Bo? He’s the one I want to break, the way he tried to break me. I drop down after him, stalking like a predator, and hammer my fist into his back. He arches instinctively, a sharp groan ripping from his throat. No mercy... I scoop him up and drive him in a back suplex straight into the barricade. His body folds on impact, the metal rattling from the force.
Dadicus
"How’s it feel to take some of your own medicine, fucker?" I growl in his ear before yanking him upright and slamming my knee into his gut. I scoop him again, this time spiking his ribs over the barricade, holding on, then flipping him backwards CRASH!! his spine meets the steel ring post with a sickening thud. He slumps there, broken, as the ref’s count echoes 8… I slide back in at 9, cutting off the count. My eyes swing to Trent. "Don’t worry, prettyboy. I haven’t forgotten about you."
Dadicus
I grab your chin, forcing your eyes to lock with mine, then spit straight into your mouth before shoving my fingers inside, prying it open wider. “This is how you like it, right?” I growl. while licking your face
Dadicus
I release you from the ropes, your body collapsing to the mat, both hands instantly clutching your aching balls. I drag you under the bottom rope, hook your arms tight in it, then hoist your legs high before stomping my boot hard into your groin. You fold, but I’m far from done your legs are crossed and hooked into the middle rope, leaving you spread and helpless. I grip your neck and wrench you backward into a vicious bow-and-arrow rope assist, my forearm digging into your jaw to crank the pressure. “Now you can really watch your partner,” I sneer, forcing your mouth open even wider with my fingers. “Smile for the fans… say cheese... they want to preserve this memory.”
Dadicus
The crowd’s noise swells as I pull harder and harder—7… 8… 9!—before finally letting go. Your head whips forward and bounces off the mat from the pent-up torque I’d been grinding into you. I look at you sprawled on the mat, gasping and broken, and walk right up to you. Towering over your body, I let a thick glob of spit fall from my lips onto your chest, the crowd reacting in a mix of shock and cheers. “That’s for disrespecting me… and I’m not done.” My voice cuts through the noise, low and dangerous, as I bend down and fist a handful of your sweat-soaked hair. The strain in your neck is instant as I haul you upward, forcing you to meet my glare. You’re still reeling, but I’m not giving you a second to breathe... this is where I make sure you remember exactly who’s in control.
Trent and Bo
Bo makes the mistake of turning his back to you, not realizing you'd go after him. You clobber him in the back, then are merciless as you manhandle him up in the air and drop him across the barricade, his body spasms on impact and he flops around like a fish out of water. You taunt and chastise him with your deep voice in his ear, his dick with a mind of its own goes hard, thinking he's being schooled by big hairy daddy. Bo tries to cover it up, he doesn't want you seeing his hardon but your focus is on breaking him, holding him over with a knee to his gut, then in a sickening series of moves you hold him up, chest to chest, crashing him against over the barricades, this time on his side, then throwing him behind you like he weighs nothing at all, like he's a basketball and you're just throwing it into the hoops, as you throw him over you effortlessly and he CRASHES into the metal pole! The impact echos throughout the arena, dudes are in shock by your power but also turned on, some even scared. Lots of dick adjusting and even groping as it feels like Bo is frozen in mid air for an eternity before dropping down to the floor, almost like in a cartoon, as he lays there, in so much pain and disbelief he doesn't even know what body part to massage!
Trent and Bo
You slither back into the ring, I was forced to watch everything unfold on the TV screen ahead of me in the audience, all the action behind done behind me. You grab my chin, I try to shake my head away but your grip is strong, as we lock eyes I'm actually turned on, despite all the horror you did to Bo and everything else you did to me, in this moment, me strung up in the ropes, you standing this close to me, the heat radiating off your hairy muscle sweaty bod, your musk mixing with him, my dick starts to vibrate in my briefs. You spit in my mouth then shove my fingers in there, making sure I swallow, then lick my face and fuck I shoot out some pre in my briefs. I moan into your face, I see a sadistic smile forming, you know I like it, you can't not know that. You release me from the ropes and I drop forward onto my knees, clutching my balls in pain and trying to shove down my pre cummy dick. But you waste no time, you drag me under the bottom rope, hook my arms and hoist my legs up and stomp me in the nuts AGAIN! I HOWL out in pain but that doesn't nothing for you, no sympathy as you crank him into a painful B&A within the ropes, the boys in the crowd impressed with this setup, as you manhandle me, your bigger sweatier hairy bod owning me in those ropes as I howl out in pain, your forearm digging into my jaw only makes my cries of pain hurt me even more! You are owning me in the ropes, no remorse, no easing up, until you've had your fun and you release me, I smack into the canvas under the bottom ropes, my legs and arms twitching, slowly turning onto my back, where I am forced to look up at your huge sweaty bod, shining under the spotlights, watching a gob of spit in slow motion fly down to my chest. Your voice is low, dangerous, rough, extremely manly, as you tell me I'm not done. I squirm as you pull me back up, my arms limp to my side.
Trent and Bo
Meanwhile outside the ring, Bo slides under the ring out of your view, giving himself time to recover and come up with a plan to get his revenge. Back in the ring, I whimper "please no more daddy, I mean man, no more man, c'mon dude, please" but unsure if anything is even coming out of my mouth
Dadicus
"You know what’s fucked up? I said yes to fight you two because I thought you’d give me a challenge… and you did. But to HUMILIATE me? Trent…" I slide my feet in behind your knees, locking them with mine so you can’t move. You’re already begging “Please no more, daddy, I mean, man... no more man, c’mon dude, please” but all it does is make my grin widen. My palm smacks into your shoulder blades, the jolt making your head whip back in a sharp arch. I seize it, dragging it all the way back until our faces meet, your breath trembling against mine. "You boys love to spit, right?" I growl, letting a thick glob drop straight into your mouth before crushing my lips to yours in a rough, claiming kiss. My hands snake down to trap your arms, forcing them behind my legs. Then, in one swift, brutal motion, I drop into a seated position, bending your body into a pretzel while cranking your neck back even farther. You’re stuck... wrenched, folded, helpless, my control absolute as the crowd roars in a mix of awe and disbelief.
Dadicus
But I’m not done. Not even close. I keep wrenching your head farther back, until the back of your skull nearly grazes the mat... your voice tearing into a raw shout from the strain. "Not so cocky now, huh?!" I bark, my words cutting through the noise of the crowd. My fingers clamp down on your nipples, twisting hard, and that’s when I see it... the flicker of shattered confidence in your eyes. That perfect moment where you know you’re broken.
Dadicus
Before you can get a word out, I shove my bulge right into your mouth, muffling whatever pathetic noise you’re trying to make. My free hand snakes down between your legs, under your briefs, clamping around your balls and that hard shaft of yours. I start squeezing until your whole body jolts in agony. The ref is right there, crouched low, asking if you give up, but with my crotch sealing your mouth, no one can hear you, only the muffled sounds of a person being broken. The crowd only sees you squirm, gag, and fight for air while I keep squeezing, my control absolute, my dominance unquestionable.
Trent and Bo
Like a scorn lover, you're out for revenge for what me and Bo did to humiliate you during this match! You're now a 6'2 muscled up sweaty hairy man of anger as you move to lock up my entire body into yours, pulling my head back and spitting into my mouth then locking our lips into a sloppy wet kiss, driving my dick crazy, for a split second even ignoring the pain I'm in until you crank back into your seated position, my entire bod on full display and bent, like a spine about to crack, as I have no where to go!! You immobilize all my limbs, I can smell your musk, I can feel the heat rising from your bod, I can even taste the anger you're stilling over onto me. But when you pull me back so the top of my head touches the canvas between your legs, the pain is unbearable, I can't even scream with my neck in that position, I see the look of eager happiness in your eyes as you see the look of defeat in mine! You twist my nips, my dick goes harder despite the pain, my dick enjoys it, the rest of my bod doesn't! The crowd is thoroughly impressed, almost everyone turned to your side as you dish out all this punishment. But apparently you're not done!
Trent and Bo
As you twist my nips, my entire spine contoured, my pecs pointing up, my dick pointing out in my sweaty grey briefs, you add a flare of humiliation by shoving your own grey bulge into my mouth! The crowd goes mental at this power dom move! I can smell your taint, taste your ball sweat, as it seeps into my mouth. You reach in and help yourself to my balls, my body spasms in place, cannot unfold or escape, but I tremble from the pain, ref can't hear my pleads to stop, as you know you have me right where you want me. That's when I hear a huge crack, so loud that even pinned under you I can still hear it.
Trent and Bo
{BO} I try to recover under the ring, massaging my back as I roll onto the other side, reemerging behind you guys, slowly peak through the bottom rope and I see you twisting, tormenting, and humiliating Trent! My face turns red, my veins bulge, my blood starts to boil, if this were a cartoon you'd see steam coming out of my ears! My anger takes over, my pain turns into adrenaline and the audience is simply white noise. How dare you do this to Trent, you bully! I push through whatever pain remains and slide into the ring, I grab the metal chair that's still there from earlier, I plant my feet behind you and SWIIIIIING like a saloon door, cracking it behind your head, neck and upper back!
Trent and Bo
I rip you off Trent, stand over you, hoist the chair up high and SMACK the edge of it against your pecs at full force, using all my muscle and strength, again just below your pecs, a third time in your gut!
Trent and Bo
When I look down at you, I don't see Dadicus, I see Trent's face in your bulge as you pretzel his spine, trying to break him in half. I toss the chair out of the ring, drop down on you, cup your head up and pound your face and jaw over and over again, spit and sweat flying all over, a man possessed! The audience is just white noice to me but I'm sure you can hear them cheering for my comeback, defending my buddy
Trent and Bo
I look at my fists, bruised from the attack on you, I grab your sweaty hair, not giving you a chance to recoup at all, drag you up at your feet, we both stand at 6'2, you're bigger and hairier but right now I'm holding you up by your hair and facing you to the audience, "Is this the bully you were just cheering for, huh?? You were celebrating his stunts? Does this look like a champ to you now?" degrading you verbally in front of the audience
Trent and Bo
But I'm not done with you, I lean into your ear "You like using the ropes huh, I saw what you did to Trent earlier, let's see how you like it" and I ram my tongue into your ear before pushing you over to the nearby ropes. Using all my strength, I show off and hoist up your body, flip it upside down and hang you from the top ropes, facing out to the crowd, upside down. I slide out of the ring, I lick my forearm, I pull it back and WHACCCCCCK right against your pecs, a sting you're no doubt going to feel for days!
Trent and Bo
"You want another?" I howl at the audience, they cheer back their approval. I pull your beard down to straighten you up, and WHACCCCCK another one, that's gonna leave a red mark for weeks!
Trent and Bo
Finally I roll back into the ring, holding your legs back, I reach under the bottom rope, cup your chin and pull your head under the rope towards me, my own bow and arrow of sorts now!!
Trent and Bo
{Trent} I'm a sweaty painful mess laying near the corner, watching Bo teach you a lesson, my cock now the hardest its been during this match!!
Dadicus
The steel chair’s first crack rips through my body, the vibration making me release Trent’s head but our bodies are still tangled, my limbs still locking his into mine. The second shot slams into my chest, my arms jerking instinctively, but with Trent still woven into me like a second pretzel, he feels every violent jolt of my frame, both of us writhing in shared agony. Then you finally rip Trent from my hold, his chest collapsing to the mat as he lies there heaving, broken. You don’t even take a full breath before your fists are raining down, pounding my skull. I get my arms up, trying to block, but the ringing in my head from the chair shots leaves me slow, dazed. I hear you growl, “You like using the ropes, huh? I saw what you did to Trent earlier... let’s see how you like it.” You drag me toward the ropes, and I sneer through the sweat and blood, “Are you that angry he enjoyed my bulge more than yours? I felt how his cock really reacted…”
Dadicus
Your eyes flare and my world flips literally as you hook my leg, trapping me upside down outside the ring. The first slam into my body rattles my spine, the second sends another shockwave ripping through me. “That all you got?” I murmur, smirking just enough to push you further toward rage. You slide back into the ring, yanking my neck into a brutal, upside-down bow, my grunt of “FUCKER!...AGH!” echoing out. My body’s screaming but I’m hanging on, searching for any way out… and then I hear the ref’s voice cut through, “Your not the legal man!” The count is already at eight… nine… and the ref forces the break. I drop hard to the outside, my body fumbling against the floor as the official steps between us, checking me while telling you to step back... whether you’re willing to or not.
Dadicus
I catch you storming in with that freight-train clothesline and shove the ref right into your path. You level him like a crash dummy, flipping him inside out, the crowd gasping in shock.
Dadicus
That’s my opening. I dig deep, summoning whatever strength is left in my battered body, and drive my shoulder through your spine with a spear that slams you right into the edge of the ring. My arms hook under you before you can crumple, heaving you up in one raw burst of power and I throw us both backward, drilling you into the barricade with a crushing back suplex.
Dadicus
We hit hard, the steel rattling, both of us spilling down to the floor in a heap. My lungs burn, my muscles scream, and my chest is heaving but I’m laughing through it all. “I’m taking you with me, bitch.” Flat on the ground, staring up at the arena lights, I can’t help it a flash of respect cuts through the chaos. Bo’s a real one… just like me. "I would have done the same Bo if it had been me" I murmur to my self not really thinking if you could hear it.
Trent and Bo
{Bo} The ref reminds me that I'm not the legal man in the ring, then has the nerve to check in on you. Forget this shit, I barrel towards you, but you're a step ahead and put the ref between us and I knock him out. Oh well, at least there's one less fucker to get in my way. I reach for you but you're first to attack as you spear my back into the edge of the ring "AHHHHH" then throw me up and and back into the barricade "FUCCCCK" as we crash on the floor together. We're a lot more like each other than I think we want to admit. In another place and time we might even be sharing a beer together and forming our own tag team. But I don't see you like that in this moment, all I see is red from what you've done to us, and anger for the humiliation you laid out to Trent. I hear you mumbling something and I look over, slightly distracted by your 6'2 frame laid out next to mine, those muscles, peaks and valleys, the layer of sweat, all that hair, fuck you're a hot stud.
Trent and Bo
But you're also my enemy. I need to get more time to weaken you and so Trent can regain his strength inside the ring. I see you getting up, your hands on the ring apron, your head under the bottom rope. I GROWL and push through all the pain, let my veins bulge again as I'm filled with rage, let the adrenaline take over as I force myself to back to my feet and stand behind you, I reach my hand for your head and pull you back towards me.
Trent and Bo
We stand at 6'2, dripping in sweat, you got muscle on me, that's been established, but I've been holding my own. Time to show off my own strength as I put one hand over your furry abs, the other under your pit and heave you up, chest to chest, not as easily as I have in the past, but I get you up there. I ROAR into the air and flip you over and drop you onto the ring canvas, showing I'm just as capable as you are in dishing out this type of barbaric violent moves
Trent and Bo
I drop to my knees, take a breather, let my dick enjoy the view of you laid out on the dirty mats outside the ring before I pull you back up by the hair, "is this your champ huh? Is this the guy you've been routing for?"
yelling at the front row, they're now shaking their heads, booing you, supporting me! I see Trent stirring in the ring, the ref starting to come to as well but not yet, so I still have a bit of time, the time I need to weaken you a bit more. I hoist your head under my pit, pull on your grey briefs and pull your legs up to the barricade. "You like this barricade so much, how about we use it for good this time". I give the camera man a double middle finger, "THIS is power and pain, my friend" I shout down to you and DROP you skull first into a vicious DDT putting all my weight and energy behind it!
Trent and Bo
I see T pulling on the ropes, getting to his feet slowly. My adrenaline low I motion to him what his next move should be, he nods. He's still spent, I can tell his pain is all over, but this one won't take much effort but will still dish out plenty of impact! A few fans from the front row pat my back and rub my pecs, one even massages my shoulders while I keep a very close eye on you.
Dadicus
My head’s still ringing from that damn DDT, the taste of sweat and grit in my mouth, my body sprawled on the floor like some trophy for you to parade around. Every muscle is screaming, but what’s louder is the fire boiling up in my chest. You’ve been playing with me… showing off for the crowd, touching me, running your mouth like I’m some rookie you can manhandle at will. Then you even take the time to check on your partner like I’m no threat. That’s when the switch flips. Heat floods my face, my pulse hammering at my temples... not from the impact alone, but from the disrespect. You look at me like I’m prey… NO !... like I’m some wounded bird you can finish off when you’re good and ready. Not today. My palms slide on the sweat-slick mats as I push myself up, ribs aching with every breath. You reach for me... big mistake.
Dadicus
I snap a mule kick back into your nuts, hard and clean. Your body twists, hands clutching instinctively at your crotch. I snatch a grip on the back of your trousers and slam an uppercut straight into your balls once… twice… each shot harder than the last. “You think I give a damn about cheers or accolades?!” I roar, and drive my fist into your balls a third time, putting everything into it. My respect for you turns to pure vengeance. As I see you fall into the floor
Dadicus
I quickly mount you, slamming the back of your head into the floor, and start hammering punches into your skull, your nose, your jaw... each strike fueled by raw fury. “AHHH!!… AGHHH!” I’m screaming like a man possessed, unloading my frustration into your face and body. No one disrespects me the way you have and walks away whole. Each strike aimed to shatter you... not just your body, but your pride all I see is you and me and my fist hitting your face and body... everything else white noise.
Trent and Bo
I watch from the ropes as Bo is in trouble, but I can't help, not yet, I'm still recouping from the beatdown Dadicus just gave me. I watch in horror how he mule kicks Bo in the nuts, who howls out in pain, clutching at his balls. Then not 1, not 2, but 3 uppercuts between the legs. I cup my own bulge in sympathy. Bo howls out again, but this time no volume comes out, his jaw just drops as he falls into the floor. Then in retaliation, you mount poor Bo and start punching him like he did to you earlier. I'm largely ignored at this point, seemingly to my favor as I have more time to recoup, important since I'm still the legal man as that crooked ref pointed out. I rub my chin, am I being ignore or dismissed? That boils me blood! Am I not a threat? Am I considered just a pretty boy?! I exit the ring and remain on the apron, waiting for Dadicus to get up and as soon as he turns to face the ring......BOOM a big size 12.5 sneaker right to the face, so much power behind the kick I may have taken his head off clean!
Trent and Bo
Poor Bo on the dirty mat still clutching his balls
Trent and Bo
"Don't worry Bo, I got this" I say as I grab at your head and pull your 6'2 muscle bod back up, I don't focus on the hairy chest, the sexy sweat, your pec mounts, your musk, your big muscles, I only focus on destruction as I WHIP you into the metal stairs
Trent and Bo
I stand straight looking over at you, my breath heaving from anger, my veins bulging, my face turning red, my fingers clutching, I don't want to hear the audience cheering, I want to hear you in pain! As you start to pull yourself back up by the stairs, I calmly climb them and wait... until you're high enough.... and BOOM I stomp my sneaker right on your face, pounding it into the top of the metal stairs, you bounce off and like a turtle on its back, suffer by clutching your head.
Trent and Bo
I see the ref stirring, coming to. I calmly walk over to him, stand by his head, leap up and CURBSTOMP his head into the mat, knocking him out again. "I AIN'T DONE" I growl at the audience who replies with roaring applause. I POUND on my pecs and howl into the air, a man possessed! This is what you and Bo feel when you lay out these devastating moves. I like it! I want more of it!!
Trent and Bo
I'm a motherfucking strong MAN myself, an ALPHA, I roar as I charge back towards you, ready to show you how much power I have in my lean sweaty bod. I toss you up onto the ring canvas and I kip up to it myself. I howl at you to get up and I wait as you use the ropes to get yourself to your feet. When you do I rush you, jump on your hips, grab your shoulders and pull myself down onto the apron, flipping you over me and landing HARD on the ring apron and falling back down to the floor. I stand back up and rattle the top ropes, howling and growing, the audience shocked at how I just tossed you over me like you weight nothing at all. I wipe the drool from my mouth and head back to you, not giving you any time to recover!
Dadicus
I unleash a maddening onslaught on Bo, hammering away until my rage finally burns itself down to a sharp focus. My breathing’s ragged, sweat pouring, and reality slams back into me... this is still a damn 2-on-1. I turn, forcing myself up, and that’s when your boot cracks against the side of my skull, snapping my head and sending me right back down. I try to stand, my body fighting to respond, but I’m still dazed from the shot. You’re already there, waiting like a predator, and the second I rise you drive your boot into my face so hard I’m dropped again. Before I can even shake it off, you’re dragging me up by the head and shoving me straight into the steel steps.
Dadicus
My skull bounces off the top edge, the sound of metal ringing in my ears. You climb the steps slow, deliberate, your shadow falling over me as I push against the stairs to get up... and then your foot stomps down across my face, mashing it against the cold steel. My head’s still throbbing, my vision swimming after being slammed and stomped like that, and I can feel the sting of sweat dripping into my eyes. Every breath’s sharp, every heartbeat pounding louder in my ears. First Bo… now you. Both taking your shots, both trying to make me your punching bag, that's when you grab me and flip me hitting the ring apron and crashing to rope. I’m sprawled on the mat, trying to get my arms under me, but my body is slower than usual... like it’s arguing with my mind. My jaw aches, my ribs feel like they’ve been crushed, and I can’t shake the dizziness. Still, under all that pain, there’s heat... burning anger... boiling in my chest. I grit my teeth, forcing a breath past my lips. “I’m… g… oin’… to get you for this… y… ou fucker,” I whisper, voice cracked but steady with promise.
Trent and Bo
As you trash talk me I grab that nice long sweaty hair of yours and pull you up, just as you say "fucker" I SPIT in your mouth and SLAP your face, "shut up" I bark down to you and pull you up, hauling your sweaty muscly bod up to your feet I immediately roll you in under the bottom rope and follow immediately after. I don't want to make any mistakes so I get right to work.
Trent and Bo
"Let's see how you like being stretched out" I spit down at you and sit on your back, I wrap my arm around your neck and PULLLLLL your torso up, your huge sweaty pecs on display to the crowd as I wrap my legs around your arms and upper body, locking you up, SQUEEEEEEZING your chest with my legs and PULLLLLLING your head back with my arm.
Trent and Bo
"You got no where to go now, buddy" I whisper down to you, the crowd impressed as I lock up the bigger, more muscly dude, my arms scraping your big sweaty beard, using my free arm to twist one of your nips, revenge for earlier! I howl to generate more rage and crank on all the holds! But you're a big dude, despite using my agility and flexibility to lock you up, I do feel that you may be busting out of the move. I'm worried, concerned, if you break out... that's when I hear a familiar voice "Nah bro, you got to lock him up all the way, all the limbs, let me show you". It's Bo, ready to take you back to school. He taps me on the shoulder and I release your head and torso and you swing downwards, smacking the mat. Bo immediately jumps over you, and hooks your legs under his pits. "First you work no the spine, just like he did to you" and he cranks you back in a pretty standard Boston crab
Trent and Bo
"AND THEN" he shouts as he PULLLLLLLLLS back so far that his head is on the mat, he HOWLS out to channel all his energy, almost breaking your spin in half! Your legs secured under his pits, your face and arms pinned under him, you are folded up perfectly and beautifully!
Trent and Bo
"DO IT DO IT" he yells at me, he knows exactly what I have in mind. I look out at the ref, still knocked out. So I drop an elbow directly on your bulging bulge BAMMMM elbow, the second time I told it there, drilling my shark elbow into your balls, really working it in, hearing your pain under Bo, but he has you all locked up. "BUST HIS NUTS" he yells at me, "REVENGE!!" I nod, evil grin across my face, the audience encouraging me with their cheers, I reach into the side of your briefs, locate one nut, place it into my palm and SQUEEZE the fuck out of it! My other hand digs into the other side of your briefs, finds the other nut, and I squeeze THAT ONE TOO! I pulse between the 2 nuts, sometimes both at the same time, as Bo continues to lock into the move, securing it as your body aches from the nut work, he's able to easily keep pending you. "GET READY TO GIVE, DADDY?" Bo yells down at you as he increases the pressure and so do I.
Dadicus
The hold wrenches me in half, my spine bowing so far I can feel every vertebra screaming. My hairy chest heaves upward toward the blinding arena lights, sweat streaming down over my abs before dripping to the mat. My thighs strain against the pull, but Bo’s weight keeps me locked in, his hips grinding down to anchor me, and that’s when I feel it... his bulge pressing hard into my back. Every shift, every crank of the hold, it grinds in deeper, a constant reminder of how helpless I am in this position. The arena is heavy, bright lights baking the sweat out of my skin, the air thick with the roar of the crowd. Some are screaming for me to fight out, others booing, but most chanting for my head. Each sound feeds into the moment, fueling my stubbornness even as my muscles tremble.
Dadicus
“Aghhh!! … mghhh… fuck… my balls!!” I groan, my voice cracking as your hands crush into me. “Aghh… stop…” My body coils and jerks in defiance, but the harder I thrash, the more the hold eats into me. One of my hands fights to reach my balls, desperate to pry your grip loose, but you’ve got me stretched too far. I want to give... my body’s screaming for it, but there’s no ref. Not yet. And I’m not about to hand you the satisfaction for free, I'm not a beggar. I need to hold out. I’ll choke on the pain before I let you take it without making it official... I will not give you the satisfaction to have me squirming. I grit my teeth and hold on, even as my breath comes shallow and sharp, the pounding of my heart echoing in my ears. The lights feel hotter, the crowd louder, the sweat heavier.
Dadicus
And still, your fucking bulge presses into my back like a brand.... marking me, claiming the moment, letting me know that you are enjoy every single moment. My body’s screaming for relief, my spine is one twist away from breaking, but until I see that ref’s face, you’re not getting my surrender. Not now. Not ever.
Trent and Bo
The feel of your nuts in the palms of my hands is incredible! This 6'2 muscled hairy sweaty stud, your body is being so contoured that every muscle you have, every twitch, every inch of you shines under the spotlights, glistening with your sweat. The sweat from your legs dripping down onto Bo, who's huge 9 inch hardon is digging into the ass of your grey briefs. Locking you, owning you, both of us, in different methods. When you yell "stop" finally, I almost blow my load, this big massive hairy giant finally succumbing to some emotion, finally admitting to pain, finally acknowledging that he's in trouble! I release your balls and kneel down to your face, big evil smile across it, I look directly into your eyes, you no longer see the defeat in my eyes you saw earlier, and I now see a glimpse of it in YOUR eyes! I purr "good boy" and lick the sweat off your neck, swallowing it like Popeye to spinach
Trent and Bo
I then get back up and reach between your ass and Bo's bulge, I'm able to pull down the front of his squares, his raw 9 incher now poking into the fabric over your ass, you can now feel his pre seeping in through the fabric, as he grunts and howls and further bends your back in half, his dick also starts to own you, spilling his pre on you, grinding against you, flexing between the fabric of your cheeks. I kneel back down, "you're lucky I don't pull down your briefs right now and let him fuck you", another lick across the face as I admire Bo's muscles flexing and bulging all over his body, he's almost as much on display as you are! But where you're screaming in pain, he's growling in success! This goes on for a bit longer, neither of us sure if your body can even bounce back from this. We both figure you'll never submit, but we don't even know if you can fight back. I add a bit extra humiliation, dig in from pre from Bo's dick, mix in some pre from my speedos, and rub it into your beard, careful not to get too close to your mouth, wouldn't want you chomping down on it! The audience is breathing heavy, many stroking to your suffering, maybe stroking to Bo's sexy semi hairy sweaty bod on full display, maybe stroking to the humiliation of our combined pre smeared on your beard.
Trent and Bo
I slap your balls occasionally, letting the sting of the pain shoot through your entire body. I make sure the pain isn't constant, I think the occasional surprise slaps hurts far more than a dulling long pain. Finally I notice the ref stirring, I slip out of the ring and play "good wrestler" helping him to his feet, "Oh ref, I can't believe you were treated like this. Don't worry, I made sure the match remained fair, despite all of Dadicus's attempts to cheat. As I help the ref up, I also slide the metal chair back into the ring. I signal to Bo who finally releases your legs and you catapult forward, your own bulge hitting the mat first! I shoves his dick back into his speedos and slides out, I grab the chair as the ref gets back into the swing of things. I waste no time on you, not giving you any chance to even catch your breath, "Since you liked working my balls so much, let me work yours some more" I spit down on you, the audience getting revved up again by the threat.
Trent and Bo
I place the chair upside down between your legs, I pull it along with you up, the audience impressed at my show of strength, hauling up your wet body like you weigh nothing at all once again, then I SLAM the chair down and it drives right up into your babymakers, full force!
Trent and Bo
The crowd howls in victory, the ref cups his balls from sympathy pain! "Watch this" I say to the ref, patting his shoulder. I setup the chair in the middle of the ring and tag in Bo, immediately he wastes no time in grabbing your head and dragging your body up to your feet, sliding your face across his wet pre cummy bulge, over his sweaty semi hairy chest, then grabs your throat, he looks right into your eyes, you see the look of determination, the need to break you, the desire to own you in that stare. It's his turn to impress as he hoists you up into the air in a choke slam, your dripping in sweat hairy body above him and he SLAMS you into the chair, breaking it in the process, the audience standing on their own chairs with applause now
Trent and Bo
He tags me back in and so we can continue the slaughter!
Dadicus
My body hits the chair and I fold awkwardly, pain jolting through every nerve as if lightning just ripped down my spine. I stay there, sprawled, chest pressed into the bent steel and mat, my ribs screaming with every shallow rise and fall. Sweat clings heavy to my hairy chest, dripping down between my pecs and pooling beneath me. I can feel the arena’s heat baking into my skin, the sting of every spotlight making me feel like I’m roasting alive while I can barely move. My lungs burn, every breath cut short, ragged, and loud enough for the front row to hear. My arms twitch, my fingers dig weakly against the mat as if I could push myself up, but nothing listens... the power’s just not there. I hear the crowd, their chants, their cheers, some of them booing, but none of it matters... it all just feeds the fire inside me. Bo and Trent think they’ve broken me, think they’ve humiliated me into nothing. I can still feel the weight of Bo’s bulge grinding into my back from before, the way his pre smeared across me, sticky on my skin. That humiliation is worse than the pain... but it’s also the reason I can’t stop.
Dadicus
I want to give in. Fuck, every muscle in my body screams at me to. But I know better. The ref’s barely back on his feet, and if I submit now, it’s just giving them the satisfaction. That’s the one thing they won’t take from me. My lips part, my voice barely more than a broken whisper, but I force it out anyway: “...ahhh… nghhh… f-fuck… you’ll… pay…” I lay there, body wrecked, chest heaving, beard matted with their pre, knowing I’m at my limit. But as long as my pride’s intact, they haven’t won... not yet.
Trent and Bo
I hop over the ropes on the tag. As you whisper your idle threats, Bo stands over you, smirking, he's running his hand up and down his sweaty chest, digging into his pit, grinding it down his squares. When you get to the last word "pay" he shoves those fingers into your mouth, letting all the humiliating sweat and pre into your mouth and down your throat, so many fingers and so deep he know you can't even chomp down on it. As he pulls his fingers out, they are now full of your own saliva which he wipes all over your beard and face. He yanks on your hair and pulls you up, he doesn't care about your pain or what doesn't feel good, he doesn't care about your labored breathing or inability to barely move.
Trent and Bo
We decide you need more humiliation and ball busting so Bo gets his head between your legs and immediately hoists you up, he carries you on his shoulders, your bulge behind his neck, your sweat dripping down on you, he parades you around like you're on a ride, audience eating it up. I get into position and he throws you off his shoulders towards me, and I KICK you in the balls with all my strength, using your flight as extra leverage! As you collapse and grip your balls instinctively, we think we hear more cries of pain escape your lips which gives us both major wood.
Trent and Bo
Bo hops out of the ring but I just tag 👏 him right back in. I lift you up next to me, your slightly taller, bigger bod, steam radiating off your sweaty skin, the contrast between us is hot standing side by side. I help keep you up despite your wobbly legs with my arm behind your shoulders. I hook the leg closest to yours, waisting no time, yanking on your hair and PULLING it back violently, cranking on your neck at the same time, then I THROW us forward as you slam into the canvas face/chest/bulge first, as I remain on all 4s next to you. As you bounce up from the incredible impact, Bo is already in mid air, bounces off my back and drops a killer elbow drop with all his weight, muscle and the wind power behind him to flatten you back on the canvas. We waste no time between moves, keeping ourselves moving, keeping you in pain and immobilized.
Trent and Bo
I hop out of the ring and Bo wastes no time tagging 👏 me back in. "Let's finish this motherfucker" he sneers to me.
Dadicus
I gag around Bo’s thick fingers as he shoves them deep into my mouth, salty sweat and musk flooding my tongue, the humiliation sharp as the crowd roars. My beard is slick with their spit and pre, my jaw forced wide, and I can’t even bite down, just choke and sputter as he smears it all over my face. My chest heaves, hairy pecs shining under the lights, each breath shallow, ragged, my lungs begging for relief. Then it doesn’t stop. My hair wrenched, my body hauled up like a puppet, I’m barely on my feet before I’m hoisted high across Bo’s shoulders. My bulge digs against the back of his neck, sweat dripping down onto him as he parades me around. The arena’s heat presses in, chants echoing, feeding off my suffering. I can feel your frame under me as your carry me like a trophy, until I’m hurled off... straight into Trent’s waiting boot. The kick explodes in my balls, white-hot agony shooting up my gut. I collapse instantly, both hands cupping myself, a raw cry spilling out of me. “AGHHHH…!” The crowd howls back, some cheering, some jeering, all of them taking on the sight of me wrecked.
Dadicus
But they’re not finished. I’m dragged up again, my body trembling, leaning against Trent just to stay upright. His arm tightens behind my neck, hair yanked back, pain spiking down my spine as he hurls me forward with brutal force. My chest and bulge smack the mat hard, air bursting from my lungs, and before I can even twitch... Bo is already airborne. His elbow CRASHES into my back, driving me flat, the air crushed out of me in a guttural groan. My chest presses against the hot mat, pecs flattening, back arched from the pain. My body throbs against the mat with every twitch, jerking but refusing to rise. My balls still ache, my back is screaming, and sweat runs in rivers off me. I’m wrecked. Not in a hold, not submitting... but sprawled out, face down, chest heaving, beard slick, my hairy body glistening under the lights. The arena’s noise feels far away, blurred by the pounding in my head and the burn in my lungs. I can’t move. Not yet. Not until my body listens again. All I can do is breathe.
Trent and Bo
Seeing the mighty muscled hairy Dadicus down like this has us both hard and leaking. All 3 men in the ring drenched in sweat, muscles sore and strained, but your ego is also shot. It's time to put you away as we roar out to the crowd "TIME FOR THE CANADIAN TRIPLE LUMBER CHOPPER" to deafening cheers from the crowd. We start by hauling you up by your sweaty hair, fuck you smell great, we put each of your arms under our heads, your sweaty pits on the back of our necks, your pit sweat already dripping down our backs, your warm muscles strained against our leaner bodies, we grab the underside of your ass together, pull you up, balancing you from just your legs for a split second, your arms flailing before we DROP you face first into the turnbuckle "ONE" the audience yells out
Trent and Bo
We make another tag to restart the timer and haul you back up, we toss your sweaty hairy body to the ropes, as you bounce back we're on either side of you, we hook your arms and flip you mid-air, but we catch you when your back is parallel to the ground, holding you there, your body weightless with our adrenaline, keeping your arms hooked we pull you up and DROP YOU in unison hard on your back. "TWO" the audience yells out
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Trent and Bo
You're laid out on your back, peaceful as you're still, your chest huffing in and out, your pec mounds bouncing, your musk and heat rising off you, your bulge looking great in those sweaty grey briefs. We can get the pin probably, this is a TRIPLE finisher and we make another tag to reset the timer
Trent and Bo
Bo stands in an opposite corner as I pull you back up, licking some of your sweat as I do, "you're done" I whisper in your ear with the satisfaction of the revenge for all the ball shots and violent moves all night, for the abuse you gave me and the torture you provided to Bo. But we overcame, my confidence back, my arrogance and swagger back, as I wrap your arm behind my neck, scoop your leg and hoist you up, impressing the crowd again with my effortless manhandling of your sweaty bod, I hold you up with a growl, almost like a proud dad showing off his newborn, that's when Bo rushes past us, hops up to the middle turnbuckle, looks behind him for a split second, just enough to flash me a smile and wink, then flies off with a massive elbow drop as I drop you backwards at the same time, all that force and momentum crashing down on you and flipping you onto your chest
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Trent and Bo
Your back muscles look incredible, your blades big and sexy, sweat pooling down your spin and into the ass of your briefs
Dadicus
My body jerks with each slam, the crowd roaring “ONE… TWO…” in sync, their chants pounding through my skull louder than the impact itself. My hairy chest heaves, pecs bouncing with each ragged breath, the sweat pouring off me in sheets as if my body’s trying to wring itself dry. My arms flop uselessly after they let go, muscles twitching but giving me nothing, not even the strength to fight back. The humiliation burns deeper than the pain. My pits are still damp against their necks, my musk smeared across their skin like I’ve been branded. My briefs cling tight, every inch of me exposed, used, paraded. My back screams from the synchronized drop, sweat pooling down my spine, sliding into the crack of my briefs... the heat unbearable, the shame even worse. Flat on the canvas, I can only stare up at the lights through half-shut eyes, my beard slick, chest rising and falling like a man drowning. My body’s shot, but my pride refuses to quit. I can hear them tagging again, their voices taunting over me, and somewhere in the blur of noise I whisper through my dry throat, “You bastards… I'm not done yet…” The words are weak, barely audible, but the fire’s still there. Even broken, even humiliated, I won’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me quit.
Trent and Bo
"1" the arena also yells in unison. Your musk is intoxicating this late in the match but only gets us both aching in hadrons, your briefs wet and tight on you, every bit of hairy bod covered in sweat, along with a combination of our sweat and pre. In this pin no doubt you can feel my raging hardon pressing into yours, with Bo's hardon pressing into my ass. Ref raises arm and slaps it down, "2" Bo, me, the ref and the arena yell! Ref raises his hand for the third...
Dadicus
I can barely drag in air when Trent flips me to my back, sweat rolling off me in waves. His weight slams down across my chest, his pit mashing into my face, smothering me in that suffocating musk. My muffled groans get swallowed by the stink and the heat, and my beard soaks with their sweat and pre smeared over me like a brand. I thrash, weakly, but then I feel it his cock grinding into my bulge, my briefs tight and wet from the punishment. And behind him, Bo presses close, hands clamped on Trent’s shoulders, his own cock grinding through the chain of bodies. Two men pinning me at once. Both of them on me, both of them in the ring when only one should even be allowed. The ref slides in beside us anyway, blind to the rules, maybe bought, maybe pitying me, maybe just eager to see me crushed. His hand slaps the mat, echoed by the roar of the crowd. “ONE!”
Dadicus
My chest bounces with each shallow breath, pecs twitching, muscles jerking without control. I can feel the heat of the arena pressing down as hard as their bodies, the chants mixing with boos, the whole place shaking like they want me finished. “TWO!” I try to kick out, try to buck them off, but my body’s dead weight under theirs. My pride is screaming at me not to let this end like this, not to give them the satisfaction, but my arms are limp, my legs don’t fire, and I’m trapped under both of them... two men, one pin, no escape. The ref’s hand lifts again, slow and heavy. For a heartbeat, I think maybe he’s been bought since the start, maybe this was always the plan. Or maybe he sees me broken and thinks I can’t take any more. Either way, I’ve been robbed. THREE! The mat cracks like a gunshot, the arena explodes, and my body goes slack. I lie there beneath them, drenched in sweat, chest heaving, my pride shredded. Not submitted. Not fairly beaten. Just smothered and double-teamed until my body gave out.
Trent and Bo
"3" the arena howls and I start to push up to celebrate our win but Bo keeps me held down. "Count to 10" he demands of the ref, who looks a bit confused at first. "I said fucking count to 10" he growls in a low, deep voice. The ref immediately raises his hand again and the audience gleefully plays along, counting until 10! That's when Bo squeezes my shoulders in celebration and eases up off me, I get to my feet and jump into his arms for a big bro hug! Then we each leap up to different middle turnbuckle of opposite corners and 💪FLEX💪FLEX💪FLEX💪 and then opposite corners, until we each hit all 4 corners, giving all the boys a chance to get a good view of their champs! As I come down after the fourth flex, Bo slaps me on the blade and motions down to you. We head over together, your body laid out in a puddle of our joint sweat, chest still heaving, hairy muscles glistening under the spotlight. Bo nods to me and I smile, I walk to the opposite side of you and grab an ankle, he grabs the other and we left your legs off the match, met with no resistance. "Go on ref, you deserve a shot, you had a lot to deal with" Bo says to the ref. He raises his hands in front of him, shaking them no, nodding his head from side to side. Then I pipe in, "C'mon ref, after all, he laid you out in that clothesline outside the ring, then gave you that nasty curb stomp", knowing full well of course that it was Bo and I that did both those things. We say "Go ref, go ref!", then the crowd starts chanting "GO REF GO REF GO REF". He gets in the on the action, he bounces off the ropes, then delivers a stunning elbow drop between your spread legs
Trent and Bo
He remains on the canvas while you bounce on impact, instinctively reaching for your crotch, the ref feeds into the crowd of the energy before he gets back to his feet. "Great match boys" he says to us, shakes each of our hands. "I'll see you for poker tomorrow night at your place?" he asks me, I nod my head "Of course Aaron, just like every Monday night" I pat him on the shoulder. He nods down at you, then looks over at us, "He's all yours now, per the contract he signed" and the ref leaves the ring, leaving you in our clutches for our stakes.
Trent and Bo
The mood in the arena shifts. The audiences starts settling in, going from excitement of who will win... to anxiousness of what will happen to the loser.
Dadicus
The moment the ref drops that elbow, my whole body betrays me. I’m already heaving, chest rising and falling in ragged bursts, every muscle twitching from the abuse Trent and Bo poured into me. Then CRACK!!. His elbow lands flush between my legs just as they’re yanked apart. My hips jackknife off the canvas, a violent jolt running through me like I’d been hit by lightning. My legs kick out wide, twitching and trembling, the shockwave spreading from my groin all the way up my spine until my back arches helplessly. My hands shoot down on instinct, clawing at my battered briefs, cupping myself in a desperate attempt to shield what’s already ruined. But there’s no guarding it... the pain explodes in pulses, making my whole lower body quake. My face pressed against the mat as a guttural groan slips out of me, low and broken, vibrating in my throat. The crowd gasps and cheers in equal measure, some clutching themselves in sympathy, others howling for more. My vision blurs, hot stars flashing across my eyes. My legs, feel weak and foreign, trembling as if they belong to someone else.
Dadicus
I can’t roll away, I can’t fight back my body... betraying me... just lay there writhing in the middle of the ring, a wreck of sweat, hair, and pain. My body jolts once more, hips bucking against the mat before they drop lifeless, leaving me spread and gasping, every breath heavy and ragged. I’m wrecked. Not pinned, not submitted... just broken open for everyone to see.
Trent and Bo
As the crowd gets quiet, so do you. For the first time this match, you're still. Your sweaty muscle body useless as you lay down at our feet. I mount your sweaty chest, rub my hands over your matted pec hair and lean in for a kiss
Trent and Bo
My weight on you, laboring your breath even more. Meanwhile Bo reached down and grabs your grey sweaty pre-cummy briefs and forcibly pulls them off, your 8 incher popping free, the smell of all that musk from your pubes and balls escaping, Bo licks his lips
Trent and Bo
rubs your gear over his sweaty chest and in his pits, then pushes me off you and smothers your gear onto your face, making you inhale your own sweat along with Bo's, all the trademark humiliation throughout the match continuing from Bo onto you. It wasn't enough that we won the match, he needs to break you and your spirit and ego.
Trent and Bo
"Time to take position, jobber" he declares, grabbing your chest hair and yanking on it to flip you over onto your chest, as you land with a thump! He grabs your hips and pulls you up, propping you onto all 4s now as he keeps a hand on the small of your back. He kneels behind you and pulls his 9 incher out from his own squares, tucking the fabric under his balls. I take my spot at your head, also down on my knees, pulling out my 9 incher and tucking my briefs under my balls too. Our dicks are raging, dripping in pre and sweat, the musk must be overwhelming. Between the beatdown our balls got from you and all the hadrons and squirming, the sweat was all built up and invades all your pours. He slaps your ass with a wet hand then pushes his mushroom head into your crack, no words. I do the same, pushing my mushroom tip between your lips. With one thrust, we each push inside you in unison, me shoving my dick down your throat, my balls on your bearded chin (already full of pre), your nose in my pubes. Bo's dick inside your ass as deep as possible, his balls smacking your ass. "This big boy is tight" he says giving your back a slap. We each pull out just to our mushroom tips, then THRUST back in, using both your holes. On our knees on either side of you, spit roasting you, sweat dripping down us like a facet.
Trent and Bo
There are moans and gasps from the boys in the audience, start to jerk themselves and each other to the action in the ring. All night they've been waiting for the loser to get fucked, now they get a bonus of a fuck and a skull fuck!
Dadicus
The weight of your sweaty chest presses down on me, pinning me deeper into the mat, but even as my lungs strain, I can’t help but grin. I know exactly what I signed up for, and by now I’ve got you two figured out, predictable as hell. You lean in for a kiss, expecting me to crumble, but I surprise you. With the last bit of strength buzzing in my veins, I surge forward, locking lips with you first. Our tongues clash, wrestling for ownership just like our bodies did, my breath hot against your skin. I bite down on your lip... not enough to hurt, just enough to make you feel me... and my hand snakes into your damp hair, tugging, edging you closer, teasing control out of you. My other hand drags down your body until I find your bulge, hard and throbbing against me. I rub it deliberately, not rough, just enough to make you twitch. My lips trail to your neck, my teeth grazing your ear as I rasp out through a painful chuckle, “Be careful… you might get addicted.” That’s when Bo rips the moment away, yanking my sweaty briefs free, smearing them across his chest before plastering them over my face. My own musk fills my nose, bitter and raw, mixed with his. I laugh beneath the smother, muffled, my chest heaving. “Time to take position, jobber,” he growls.
Dadicus
I don’t fight it. I let them roll me onto all fours, my arms trembling but holding. Every chance I get, I lock eyes with you, refusing to look away even as Bo kneels behind me. No warning, no lube, his cock slams into me and my body jolts, face twisting from the brutal stretch. The pain rips through me, my hips twitching, but before I can even breathe, your cock rams into my throat. My gag reflex flares, spit streaming down my chin as your shaft slides deep, my nose crushed into your pubes. I choke, gasp, my eyes watering... but I never break the stare. The burn in my ass and the suffocating stretch in my throat are unbearable, yet I shift my hips into the thrust, twisting the pain into defiance. My body convulses, sweat dripping from my hairy chest, every muscle screaming. You pull back just enough for me to gulp down air, and I croak out around spit and cock, “Aghhh… ffffuck…” before you shove yourself in again, cutting off the sound.
Dadicus
Even at my limit, I won’t give you the satisfaction of breaking me, my hand lands on my own cock as I start to jerk my self. My body trembles, yes... but my gaze stays locked on yours. If you’re going to take me like this, you’re damn well going to see me and only me.
Trent and Bo
You do well in our spit roast, maybe even enjoying it too much.
Trent and Bo
Bo motions to a fan in the front row "Hand me that bag from under the ring", the fan nods and hops the barricade, looks under the ring and reemerges with the bag. He tosses it into towards Bo, and Bo nods at me. We pull out just enough to flip you onto your back, "On your back, jobber" Bo growls with an evil grin, as you're now forced to look at up him instead of me. That's the last you see of us as I sit on your face, my briefs pulled off me completed now (Bo does the same for his squares), as I shove my dick back into your mouth, giving you only my ass crack to see and smell now, as my balls bang onto your nose. Bo grabs a hold of your ankles and continues his owning of your ass, power fucking you like a jackhammer.
Trent and Bo
Your mouth feels incredible around my dick, your lips surprisingly soft for someone as aggressive as you. Your ass meanwhile, Bo loves how tight you are, how you pulse your hole around his rod. Bo tosses me some rope from the bag and I use it to tie your hands together, slowing down my skull fuck in the process then getting back into the rhythm. While I do that, Bo pulls something out. You can probably hear the buzzing as he grabs the shaft of your hard 8 incher and places this item over it. It's a little trick we learned from Cyber villain, an electric fleshlight. It wraps around a dude's dick and starts jerking it. Bo sets it to high, giving your dick a mix of pleasure from the sucking motion, but also a bit of pain from just how fast it's jerking you.
Trent and Bo
Flat on your back, hands tied just above your abs, blinded to my ass, sucking my dick, Bo ripping your tight asshole, the fleshlight achingly jerking you, we are both howling and grunting as we pull out and SHOVE back in in unison, you can feel our cum veins filling, you smell my balls and ass crack as my sweat drips onto your face and pools onto your eye wells and just under your nose. We treat you like a piece of meat, our dicks rock solid, our cum veins full, the fleshlight doing it's job. Moaning and groaning throughout the arena, dudes shooting their loads throughout, as they watch us one you like this on your back! "Good.....boy" Bo says to you between pumps. "Very....good.....boy" I add between my pumps. Bo and I look at each other as we get SOOOOOO close to shooting!
Dadicus
The canvas slaps my back as they flip me over, the rope burning against my wrists as Trent pins me down. His weight smothers my chest, his cock forcing past my lips again, but this time I don’t even get the sight of his eyes... just his sweaty ass and the musk filling my lungs. My nose grinds against his balls, the salty drip of sweat searing into my eyes as his rhythm smacks me deeper into the mat. Bo doesn’t give me time to process it. My legs are yanked wide, my hole stretched raw by his jackhammer thrusts. Every slam jolts my body upward, forcing Trent even deeper down my throat until my gag reflex betrays me... wet coughs and spit bubbling around his shaft. I thrash but the rope bites tighter across my abs, locking me down. And then the buzz hits. A cruel hum, mechanical, and I feel it clamp over my cock. The fleshlight whirs alive, jerking me with a pace that’s too fast, too rough... pleasure and pain twisted together until my back arches hard off the mat. My muffled groan vibrates around Trent’s cock, my body convulsing as Bo’s thrusts pound into me in sync with the machine’s violent rhythm.
Dadicus
The arena air is thick, humid, every moan and grunt from the crowd sinking into me. I can feel eyes on me, hear the chants twisting from jeers into guttural encouragements, their own climax building as mine is stolen from me, forced out in humiliating waves. Through it all, I force my body to keep fighting in the only way it can: squeezing down around Bo with every thrust, choking down Trent with deliberate pulls of my throat muscles. I’ll make them feel me, even as they brand me “good boy.” My body’s betraying me "aghhh...ughh....mghh" I moan, breathing heavily with every thrust, writhing under the machine and their sweat-slick cocks, but my pride claws onto one thing... making them see that even broken, I’m still a fighter.
Trent and Bo
I reach to your pecs and clamp onto your nips, I twist on them. Bo reaches to clam his claws around your balls, just under the fleshlight, squeezing them not with intense pain, but enough to remind you who's in charge in case it's not yet obvious! Bo and I lock eyes and we can't hold it in any longer, we shoot our loads! I GROWL as my dick empties down your throat, holding onto your nips I press my crotch full down over your head, pinning it down, flexing my cock with every string of cum down your throat, filling so much that it starts to spill out of your mouth. Bo ROARS as the paints your insides, cupping your balls he can see your abs filling with seed, so much seed that it starts to spill out of your ass! The audience full of more gasps and groans as almost everyone else drops their load too. Both of us remain in you, me choking you with my cum, Bo filling your insides, coating all your body parts, as we flex every last drop out of us and into you, owning you after this intense match!
Trent and Bo
Looking down at your hot, sweaty, muscled, defeated body keeps us hard inside you, flexing the last of our seed out, knowing this hunk of muscle was just demolished between us, shared between us, owned between us.
Dadicus
Your fingers pinch and twist my nips and my whole chest convulses, a raw jolt shooting through me. Before I can even grit my teeth, I feel Bo’s hand clamp around my balls, squeezing tight, a reminder that I’m nothing but their plaything right now. My breath hitches hard, muscles twitching against their hold, sweat dripping into my beard. That’s when I feel the eruption, hot streams flood down my throat, thick, bitter, choking me as your cock pulses deeper, pinning my face down under the sheer weight of your crotch. My throat burns, every flex stuffing me fuller until it spills past my lips, coating my chin. At the same time, Bo roars behind me, his release surging into me, my abs tightening under the flood as the warmth fills me so deep it forces its way back out. My body jerks with every pulse, balls throbbing helplessly in his grip, seed dripping from my ass. The arena reacts like a wave groans, gasps, even moans and I can feel the energy of them all over me, feeding this twisted spectacle. My muscles twitch, chest heaves, my whole body glistens under the lights. I’m wrecked, conquered... but not erased. My eyes still bore into yours, even as spit, cum, and sweat coat me. My body might be theirs right now, but my spirit refuses to fold.
Dadicus
The flesh light keeps edging me with no remorse and forces my cum out of me, not with glory, but with a slow, aching spill that leaves my body twitching and my pride stinging. My moan rips through the arena, guttural and broken, as Bo’s grip on my balls squeezes every last drop from me. My cock jerks pathetically, dripping onto the mat, my own orgasm turned into their twisted victory lap. But the machine doesn’t stop. It keeps pounding me, edging me past the point of bliss into torment, the overstimulation ripping sparks through my nerves. My cock, raw and hypersensitive, throbs against the unrelenting rhythm. I thrash, body coiling from side to side, my sweaty back arching off the mat, only to be slammed down again under your grip. “Ahhhh… mhggg… ff…u…ckkk…” I groan, my voice hoarse, spit dripping from my lips, my chest heaving like a drowning man. “Make… it… ughhh… shit… stop… come… on… Stop!” Every word cracks under the strain, every plea met with nothing but more relentless motion from the machine. The lights above blur, the chants from the crowd mix into one booming roar, my own voice lost in it all. My arms twitch uselessly, my legs spread and pinned, my balls still throbbing from your squeeze. My body’s giving everything it has, back arched hard, sweat pouring down, heavy panting echoing into the mat. But there’s no end the machine just keeps me on the edge, milking, torturing, humiliating, while I writhe beneath your control.
Trent and Bo
As explode inside you from both directions, you shoot into the electric fleshlight. As you convulse under us, it's apparent the release isn't an enjoyable one, and Bo keeps the machine running while our dicks stay inside you, semi hard, still flexing, making sure every drop comes out of us and onto you. We are dripping in sweat, all 3 of us, ours falling onto you, yours onto the canvas, making a huge puddle under you. 3 naked, raw men, as the fleshlight does its job of both satisfaction and humiliation, letting you shoot, but not the big explosion like us, instead a dull slow release, and it keeps edging you, more pain starting to set in, it's like a cock ring that just keeps giving. I hear you pleading under my ass and when we feel enough time has passed, I finally reach over and pull the machine off you, as we both pull out of you too.
Trent and Bo
All the cum that was stored in the machine gushes out onto your dick and balls and I lean down and lick a bunch of it up, then lean into your face and go in for a kiss, but instead snowball your own cum back into you, pressing your shoulder and pecs down to make sure you accept it
Trent and Bo
As soon as I'm done with my fun, Bo says "Okay, move" and I roll off you, I watch as Bo pulls you up to your feet, it's like a suction cup being removed from glass as the puddle of sweat drips like a lake under you, you're barely able to stand after the sexual beating we just gave you, which is fine by Bo, he doesn't need you on your feet for his. He hold your big muscled hairy body over his shoulder, your body that betrayed you in this match, the body that we owned and fucked from both sides, and pulls you up holding your legs, your body behind him now, dangling, your face over his ass. Then in a final triumph of power and control, he throws you forward and land with a huge THUMB that rattles the ring and echo's throughout the arena, scaring some stroking boys back to reality. The slam was intense, violent, it knocks you out and you lay at our feet now, knocked out, spread eagle.
Trent and Bo
Our dicks dripping in sweat and some of the cum that surrounded it in your throat and ass, we look down at you, beaten, legs and arms spread, your cummy beard, your sweaty hairy chest, heaving for air, peaceful in a way, your muscles relaxed. Our own bodies beaten and sore, our muscles flexed, our dicks still at half mass. I spit the last of whatever cum is in your mouth down at your face while Bo goes back into the knapsack and pulls out a marker. He leans over your chest and brands you with something. We both stand up and admire his handwork. We give you a final look over, sexy and laid out, muscles twitching, all your hair on your face, head, chest, arms, legs swimming in sweat, cum still dripping from your mouth and ass hole. We give each other a high 5 and exit the ring, letting the drone pass over the ring which zooms in on your hairy laid out sweaty body, what Bo wrote now visible on all the screens in the TV. The crowd reacting as they start to cheer louder and louder as we continue up the aisle, high 5s, pats on the backs, selfies with us, crowd going insane as we disappear into the locker room.
~The End~
Published: 2025-08-22, viewed 377 times.
JIMMY DEAN - Can-Am Heel
12 days agoFUUUUUUCCCKKKK, damn hot match. Never seen Dadicus manhandled like this! Kinda in love with Trent and Bo. Wanna see the action at Dadicus's house as they use him all weekend.
Andy Veteran
2025-10-14 21:43FUUUCCKKK.... WHAT A FIGHT....!!!... Since I had fights against all of them... I know what Trent and Bo are capable of.... and I do the same knowing about Dadicus... So I was really curious about the outcome and... Well.... it's hard to win a 1-vs-2.... but well done Dadicus....!!!... I loved how you fought these canadian warriors.... and congrats to the winners...!!! ... I'm really happy, been visitor of that match and not opponent or victim... ;-))
HardDadFighter
2025-10-13 10:50What an intense bout. Two on one, hot boys, hot dad. Love a match with plenty of low blow action and everyone got nailed
Jayson - Castrated by Cracka
2025-10-11 12:55FUCKKKKKKKKKKK
Pec Dom
2025-09-26 15:04Incredibly good. Endless riches of power maneuvers. Incredibly hot visuals. I thought it'd end up being maybe a two-toweler but then the boys yanked D's legs wide for the ref to take his turn bashing hell out of that crotch and I needed towel #3 and yet another one for stakes. One of the very best of this year.
Dadicus
2025-09-26 15:35(In reply to this)
Ty so much and very happy you enjoyed it ^^
Apollo Dante
2025-08-26 00:46Cleverly entitled “Double Trouble” this latest bout featuring Dadicus in a 2 v 1 bout against Trent and Bo had me guessing until the end as to who would turn out the winner! Trent and Bro are without a doubt a tough tag team but Dadicus was unbeaten in 12 coming into this! He has broken all his opponents mentally and physically but here even here had to succumb to these 2 talented musclestuds. With 132 views already many like me were eager to find out what happened. Well it was 13th time unlucky for Dadicus ..he got totally defeated..such a HOT bout. Thanks for sharing this and congrats to Trent and Bo for this BIG victory!
Powers
2025-08-24 23:35The hot visuals made complicated descriptions unnecessary.. Enough moves for three typical CF fights, and the inventive ballbusting never quit. Was looking forward to seeing how Dadicus would take stakes off both those gleeful cheaters, so the end felt tragic. Masculine nobility humbled.
Dream Breaker
2025-08-23 12:00Despite being a 2vs.1 match I was sure the hot Dadicus would handle it and beat up Trent and Bo. But no, these guys had decided to squeeze the juices out of Dadicus we have used to see winning.... and what a way they did it! Wow! Good hot low blows and finally sexual "abusement" that left Dadicus empty, totally wasted.
So hot story guys! Thanks for sharing it!
kingtarzan2003
2025-08-22 20:21wow great story .. love the low blows as always best ..
Master Scott
2025-08-22 18:05This kind of action is AMAZING to read... Thanks and keep up with the good work