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The Gladiator
My manager/mentor, Jimmy Dean of Can Am wrestling fame arranges for me to have my tenth battle. This battle will be my first away match and it is my first time in this league. He reaches out to Dadicus who selects one of the boys from his stable to take me on. It will not be the main match, but one of the final 3 matches out of 10. Unfortunately, my manager can't be there but he assures me that he has confidence in my abilities and that I can take on whomever Dadicus selects from his guys. Of course, since I lost to Dadicus when he visited our arena. I want to take my revenge out on his young rookie, whoever he is. I fly into town, get settled in my hotel and then check out the venue and wrestlers. Not sure who I will be taking on but want to see what I might be up against. Walking around the site, wearing a skin tight white under armor muscle shirt and grey over the knee shorts. I'm impressed by the facility... It appears newer than what I have back home. I'm also carrying a small back backpack with a few options for a change in gear when the actual battle takes place. I see Dadicus across the facility and blood begins to boil as I recall my loss to him a while back. Definitely wanting revenge...and I will be taking it out on his boy.
Timur Kharisov
I push open the locker room door, and that familiar surge of pre-match adrenaline courses through my veins, sharpening every sense. My gear fits like a second skin, those deep burgundy trunks sitting low on my hips, hugging tight and showing off every hard-earned muscle. Boots laced up tight, pads in the place. I’m not the wide-eyed rookie who first stepped into the ring against Dadicus anymore. I’m focused now, sharper and hungrier than ever for the fight ahead. I spot Dadicus and quickly wave at him. “Hey, Coach! Where’s the guy I’m supposed to fight today?” Dadicus just smirks and nods subtly in your direction.
Timur Kharisov
Oh… there you are. Even from here, I can feel the tension rolling off you in waves. It’s a raw intensity mixed with barely contained fury. Perfect. That’s exactly the kind of fire I like to see before a match. It means you’re taking this seriously, and that makes breaking you down all the more satisfying. I size you up as I walk toward you, focusing on your well-built body. That defined muscles in your arms and chest, your confident posture. You look strong, experienced, ready to prove something. Great. This is going to be fun.
Timur Kharisov
I close the distance with a friendly relaxed smile and extend my hand for a firm handshake. "Hi, buddy. You must be the one I'm fighting today. My name is Timur, nice to meet you." My tone is light, almost casual, but my gaze remains fixed on your eyes, already calculating how hard I'll have to push to make you give up.
The Gladiator
You walk over to me and introduce yourself, telling me that you are the one I am going to fight. I look down at you with a cocky grin. I tower over you by half a foot, and have close to 30lbs of muscle on you. 'What are ya, a buck fifty soakin wet? Get ready to kiss the canvas, little man. I hope you'll put up a good enough fight to make it worth the travel here. Dude, I'm gonna own ya in the ring and wipe the floor with ya.'
The Gladiator
"Let me get changed and I'll meet ya in the ring in a few minutes". I head to the locker room carrying my backpack. I emerge from the locker room about 5 minutes later wearing black matte briefs that barely contain my hung soft package. I carry my backpack with me and drop it near my corner of the ring, walk over and flex in front of nearby mirror near the ring. I mutter to myself, 'oh yeah....this is gonna be fun. this little punk has no idea what I have in store for him.'
Timur Kharisov
I feel your gaze sliding over me as you approach with a smug grin on your face, hurling your insults. Yes, you're bigger, taller, heavier, and with muscles like you've spent your whole life in the gym. But I've heard it all before. I just snort quietly, shrugging my shoulders as if your words are barely worth my attention. "Big talk for a guy who flew here just to get humiliated again", I say calmly, with a slight smile on my lips. "Save some energy for the ring, big guy. You're going to need it."
Timur Kharisov
I don't wait for your answer. I turn away and walk off to start my warm-up. I do it slowly and feel the familiar burn run through my muscles. Every movement is deliberate, controlled. I'm not here to pose in front of the mirror, I'm here to work. A few minutes later, I look up as you return in your tight-fitting black matte swim trunks, showing off all your assets, and arch your back as if you're already the star of the evening. I continue stretching, lowering myself into a low squat and rising smoothly, and glance at you long enough to assess your performance. Cute. Very cute. And so sexy.
Timur Kharisov
I straighten up, shake my hands, and finally walk toward the ring, slipping easily under the bottom rope. I bounce lightly on my toes in my corner, my gaze fixed on you. "Come on," I shout in a playful voice and wink. "Let's see if all that size is worth anything... or if you're just another brat who crumbles under pressure!"
The Gladiator
I grin as you run your mouth. As you do, I bounce my pecs. I hear your comments and hold back a chuckle. As you walk away, and start your warm up, I change and come back to the ring..dropping my bag near my corner. I see you stretch, squat. You walk to the ring and enter it. I hear you call me to enter...yelling across the venue. I walk over, grab the ropes and from the floor, I leap up and over the ropes, bouncing on the canvas. 'The only thing crumbling here will be your ego, pussy. Your ass is mine little man'. I walk to the center of the ring, your face at my chest as I look down at ya. 'Ya might as well drop to your knees and suck my big dick now pussy'. Without warning, I deliver a HUUUGEE bitch slap across your face that almost sends you flying into the ropes..
Timur Kharisov
I feel the sharp slap of your palm on my cheek, and the sound echoes through the hall like a gunshot. My head jerks to the side, and I immediately feel a burning pain, but I don't lose my balance. I brace my feet against the floor, absorb the blow, and slowly turn my face toward you. My eyes are narrowed, my jaw is clenched, and a thin red mark is already appearing on my skin. I laugh quietly, licking the corner of my mouth and tasting a faint metallic flavor. "Is that all you've got, big guy?" I say it with a confident voice. "I thought you came here to fight, not to play slap games." I move closer. "You want my ass? Earn it. You want me on my knees? Make me." The words come out quietly, almost a growl, challenging you.
Timur Kharisov
Then, with a quick movement, I punch you right in the jaw. I don't give you time to recover, immediately I grab your shoulders and knee you right in the stomach, trying to bend you forward and knock the air out of your big lungs. The ring shakes as I step forward, not giving you a second to catch your breath or gloat.
The Gladiator
ughaghg....as you hit my jaw. you suddenly leap up, grab my shoulders and knee my core. My core is hard like a rock and I expect guys going for my core at the start of the match. I spit out and double up a bit from the knee strike. But I also wrap my arms around your body, snap over and deliver a HUGE belly to belly suplex with my 195 lbs CRASHING down on top of you as the entire ring shakes from the impact.
Timur Kharisov
The air rushes out of my lungs with a sharp, guttural “UGHHH!” as your 195 pounds pin me to the canvas with that massive belly-to-belly suplex. The ring rumbles from the impact, the shockwave running down my spine and shaking every bone. For a split second, the lights above my head blur, my back arching from the force of the blow. I lay stunned, my chest heaving. Pain blossoms in my lower back and shoulders, but I force myself to take a ragged breath, refusing to stay on the ground. My fingers dig into the canvas as I roll onto my side, my eyes fixed on you with pure fire.
Timur Kharisov
A low, painful growl escapes my lips, turning into a grim chuckle. "Fuck... that really hurts," I gasp, getting up on one knee. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. "Looks like you do have some strength after all, big guy." I get to my feet faster than you probably expected, rolling my shoulders to get rid of the pain. I widen my stance, raise my arms, and prepare for the next, and a dangerous smile appears on my face. "My turn." I lunge forward low and fast, shooting for your legs in a sudden double-leg takedown, determined to put your big ass flat on the mat next.
The Gladiator
surprised you rolled out from under me and got up so fast. I get up quickly as well. you dive in, grab at my legs and go for a sudden double leg takedown. uaghgh..as I fall to my back. I kick up fast, wrap my legs around your core and start CRUSHING you in my tree trunk ripped legs
The Gladiator
Pulsing my quads, CRUSHING the air from your lungs.
Timur Kharisov
You fall on your back, and before I can continue my attack, your legs snap up around my waist like a steel trap. Fuck… The deep, burning pressure hits instantly as your quads pulse and squeeze, forcing a sharp, guttural growl out of me. “NGHH… Fuck!” My ribs compress, air is hissing out of my lungs in a rush. I stagger a step, hands instinctively grabbing at your thighs, trying to pry them apart, but they’re rock-solid, veins are popping as you squeeze me again.
Timur Kharisov
I grit my teeth in pain and deliver short and vicious blows to your abs. Right-left-right-left. I try to break through that hard core, to make you weaken just a little. The blows land with a dull thud, but your waist barely budges, and each blow goes through my hands. It's like hitting a wall. My face flushes with tension, sweat dripping from my forehead, but I refuse to stop.
The Gladiator
you repeatedly slam fist after fist to my core. I spit out a bit but grit my teeth and pulse my legs even more. As I pulse my legs, I reach over a bit, gently slap your face a few times, almost taunting you. 'That all ya got little man'. I feel you pry... pull at my legs, desperate to get free. I look over at ya. 'Be grateful these huge legs and thighs are not wrapped around your head and neck. you'd be out cold already. This way, I get to play with a little longer'. I grin as I watch your face distorts in pain, turning red as you struggle for air.
Timur Kharisov
Your mocking slaps burn my cheeks, light but humiliating, and rage overwhelms me. I growl through clenched teeth, my face turn red even more and my eyes fixed on yours with pure venom. "You can play... while you can" I hiss, my voice tense but vicious. Instead of punching your abs, I choose a different tactic. My fingers grab your hips, my nails digging deep into your muscles, clinging to them. I direct all my fury into spreading those legs apart. With a growl, I twist my torso sideways, tensing my muscles and forcing you to spread your legs just enough. Your grip weakens and I finally throw one of your legs off my ribs and break free, breathing heavily.
Timur Kharisov
I quickly roll back, jump to my knees, sweat dripping from me, my chest rising and falling. "You have a nice legs, big guy" I smirk, my voice hoarse but firm, a dangerous smile breaking through the pain. "But now I'm really angry." Without warning, I lunge forward, crouch low, and hit you squarely in the stomach with my shoulder, throwing you back against the ropes with all the force I have.
The Gladiator
AURAHGHGGH..as you drive your shoulder to my core, driving me into the corner. I raise my arms interlocked and SLAM it down hard over your back with a double axe handle. As you drop to your knees from the impact, I jerk my knee up hard, SLAMMING it hard into your jaw.
Timur Kharisov
The double axe explodes in my back, causing me to groan, “UNGH!” as intense pain shoots through my shoulders and arms. My legs instantly weaken and I fall to my knees right in front of you. The blow sends me forward, gasping for air, my vision is blurring for a second as the arena lights turn into blurry streaks. Then your knee flies up and crashes into my jaw with a disgusting crunch. My head snaps back, my teeth are chattering, and stars flash before my eyes. I sway on my knees, dizzy and disoriented, saliva and blood dripping from my open mouth. The entire ring seems to tilt for a moment. I remain on my knees, breathing heavily, one hand instinctively rising to hold my sore jaw, the other clinging to the mat to keep me from falling face down. But even through the fog, I force my eyes to remain fixed on you.
The Gladiator
with you on your knees, I grab your hair to keep you up. I mash your face in my bulge. 'Ya like that, don't ya bitch.' my dick leak a bit in my gear and rubbing against your face. I pull up a bit more on your hair, tucking your head above my waist on the side of my bod. I drop back hard, drill you hard into the mat with a brutal DDT. 'Lights out, bitch!'
Timur Kharisov
My world falls into a foggy haze in the moment when you pull my hair and press my face against the heavy, sweat-covered bulge of your black boxers. The musky smell and faint wet spot smear across my cheek, the humiliation burning more intensely than the pain in my jaw. I still can't recover from the knee strike, I can barely take a full breath, my hands weakly push against your hips, and a muffled, stunned moan escapes my lips. Everything seems so distant...
Timur Kharisov
Then you lift my head higher, pressing it against your side, and the fall is quick and merciless. My skull hits the canvas with a sickening thud, the ring is shaking from the impact. A white-hot lightning bolt explodes behind my eyes. My body instantly goes limp, my limbs feel heavy, my vision is blurry, and I’m lying in a semi-conscious state. A soft and involuntary moan escapes my lips, I can taste blood and sweat on my tongue, and my mind swings somewhere between defiance and darkness.
The Gladiator
I let you drop to the mat. Looking down at you as your chest heaves up and down. Grinning, I reach down, strip off your gear, toss it in my corner. I turn back to you, grab your arm and drag you toward the ropes. Tossing your arms over top rope, I reach over and grab the middle rope, yanking it up and over the top rope and your arms, locking you in place. I lean in a bit, enjoying having you in this position, I GRIND my bulge still in my gear in your face. I take a few steps back, slide my waistband down, enough for my had cock to jolt out as I walk back up to you...dick whip you with my 9x6 cock. 'Wake up bitch'. After about 10 slaps, you start to stir..
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Timur Kharisov
I open my eyes and I see a fog, ring lights are stabbing my skull like knives. Everything seems wrong. I feel a weird coldness on my skin. I blink, trying to focus, and then it hits me... I'm completely naked, my burgundy shorts are gone, and my body is exposed! The shock hits me harder than DDT, my face is flushed with humiliated rage. I try to move, but my arms are pinned down. They are hanging heavily from the top rope, pressed down by the twisted middle rope. Your thick bulge presses into my face again, its musky scent overwhelming me, and I weakly turn my head from side to side. A husky growl escapes from my chest, rough and fierce, but still weak. "Nnn... get... off... me..." My voice breaks, my hips twitch uselessly as I try to free myself. My muscles tremble, too exhausted to break the hold.
Timur Kharisov
Then I feel the heavy, wet blows of your naked cock against my cheeks again and again. And that stirs me completely. My eyes open wide, burning with rage and disbelief as I look at you. "You... damn... bastard..." I growl weakly, spitting to the side, arching my body in a futile attempt to resist. The ropes creak but do not give way, leaving me helpless, with my chest rising heavily and my cock betrayingly hard from adrenaline and humiliation, despite all the rage filling me.
The Gladiator
I see you start to stir. body thrashing in the ropes, trying desperately to not only wake up but to break free. I see you turn your head away but my cock rubs against your face as you move it side to side. 'you know what's coming next, don't ya bitch'. I hear you say "Nnn... get... off... me..."
The Gladiator
I respond with 'You're not exactly in the position to tell me what to do bitch boy'. I club your face with my cock. 'Open wide boy... suck my alpha cock'.
The Gladiator
I hear you call me a bastard as you growl. hearing the ropes creak as you struggle helplessly in the ropes... your dick bone hard as is mine. 'Tell me you want it boy....I know you want my cock down your throat' I grunt
Timur Kharisov
I try to turn my head away again, but your thick cock slides heavily across my cheek, leaving a slimy trail that makes me feel nauseous with humiliating arousal. My arms tense weakly, trying to break free from the ropes, my muscles trembling with fatigue, but they don't move. All I can do is a quiet, broken "Nnn... no... fuck off..." as my voice breaks into a barely audible whisper.
Timur Kharisov
You hit me in the face again with that heavy shaft, and the wet smack echoes in my ears. I flinch, instinctively parting my lips from the blow. Before I can close them, you push forward. Your hot, throbbing head pushes past my teeth and slides over my tongue. A choked, muffled moan vibrates around you as you fill my mouth. I can taste the familiar salty taste, my jaw is aching from the stretch. You slide deeper, slowly but steadily, until the tip hits the back of my throat. I choke. Soft and wet moans rumble around your cock as my body tries to resist, but I have no strength left. My chest rises and falls, my weak moans turning into helpless and rhythmic with each of your thrusts. My cock is shamefully hard and drips down my thigh as you inch by inch take over my throat.
The Gladiator
I see you open your mouth and RAM my huge rod in and start to slowly pump back and forth...sometimes hitting the back of your throat, making you gag, other times slamming in sideways making your cheek bulge out. I hear you choke, gag and it is like music to my ears. I know you are trying to resist but can't do much. I see you chest heave up and down as you moan. I notice you are bone hard. 'YA LIKE THIS, DON'T YA BOY. DON'T DENY IT. YOU'RE BONE HARD COCK GIVES IT AWAY'. I start to leak some precum in your mouth. 'Won't be too long now, bitch boy'
Dadicus
I see what you’re doing to my rookie... how you thrust your hard cock in his mouth, locked and nothing he can do and something in me snaps. My blood goes nuclear, vision tunneling until there’s nothing but you. I charge the ring and slide under the bottom rope, popping up behind you in one motion.
Dadicus
I grab you and roll you off him, ripping you away from the ropes before you even know what hit you. My knee drives straight into your core... hard... folding you over. Before you can recover, I snap your head down and crash you into the mat with a vicious DDT, giving you a taste of your own medicine. The impact echoes. Your head bounces as you spill into a kneeling position, still trying to cling to anything for balance.
Dadicus
I don’t give you the chance. I hook your arms, step in, and drive my knee into your face not once but twice, dropping you flat. You hit hard and stay there.
Dadicus
I turn immediately, checking on Timur, pulling him free from the ropes and getting him clear... my eyes never leaving you as you lie there, stunned. “This ends now, you fucker no one does that to him and get away with it” I growl, standing between you and him.
The Gladiator
what the...fucckk....not sure what the hell is going on. Yanked away from the ropes, you spin me around and drive a hard knee to my unsuspecting core. I double up hard...coughing, spitting out. Dadicus grabs my head as I double and delivers a DDT. ARHAHRAHHGGHAHG..I drop to my knees. Not the best DDT ever delivered where the opponent can end up KOed. I see stars, hands grabbing my head...groaning.
The Gladiator
Rubbing my head with my hands, you suddenly grab my arms, pull them away and drive two hard knees to my face. As you let go of my arms as you deliver the second knee, I fly hard to my back. Lay there groaning, flat on my back, some blood leaking from my nose, eyes rolling in my head, chest heaving. My hands struggle to reach my face. rubbing my face..my nose.
The Gladiator
As you check on Timur, I lay there, recovering a bit, slowly rolling over, groaning. Press my hands to the mat, trying to get up, reach out... try to grab a nearby rope. Rope looks as if it could be a mile away for all the effort it would take to reach it.
Timur Kharisov
I'm still coughing, my throat hurts and burns, when the Coach comes into the ring like a force of nature. Seeing him pull that bastard off me, a vicious knee strike, a DDT, knee strikes to the face fills me with relief and genuine gratitude. My arms are released when he pulls the ropes, and I fall forward onto my hands and knees, breathing deeply. I notice my burgundy shorts lying nearby in the corner and quickly grab them. My fingers tremble a little as I put them on, the thick fabric hugging my hips again. It's a small thing, but it calms me down. I don't want to fight naked right now. I get up, my legs still unsteady, sweat dripping, and walk over to Dadicus, lightly touching his shoulder in silent appreciation.
Timur Kharisov
My gaze is fixed on you, sprawled out on the mat, clutching your face. Despite the pain in my jaw, a grim and vicious smile spreads across my lips. "Yeah… fuck him up, Coach," I rasp, my voice hoarse but steady. I stretch my arms and assume a low stance, clenching my fists, ready to fight alongside with Dadicus. “Two on one now, asshole. Get the fuck up. We’re gonna beat the living shit out of you until you beg.”
Dadicus
I hear your words and feel your hand touch my shoulder. That grounding moment snaps everything into focus. I don’t look at you... my eyes stay locked on him. “Let’s teach this fucker a lesson,” I grunt. I grab him by the arm and rip him up off the mat, dragging him to his feet. I dip my head between his legs, load him up across my shoulders, and hoist him high, parading him... letting everyone see exactly who’s in control now. Then I turn and toss him hard to the canvas. As his body comes down, Timur steps in with perfect timing and drives a sharp kick straight up between his legs, catching him clean as he lands. The impact makes your whole body jolt violently, a guttural sound ripping out of you as you curl instinctively.
Dadicus
Textbook tag-team punishment. I stand over you with a slow, satisfied smirk, watching you roll and coil from side to side, clutching yourself, realizing the fight just changed. I look back at Timur, nod once. “Stay sharp,” I say. Then I look down at you again. “You should’ve never touched my young lion that way.” And we start to move in together.
The Gladiator
As I try to focus, try to get up, someone saying 'Get the fuck up. We’re gonna beat the living shit out of you until you beg.' Another saying Let’s teach this fucker a lesson.' Suddenly, my arm is grabbed, yanking me up as I stagger to my feet, disoriented. Groggy, get lifted up off the mat, my bulge pressed on the back of some guys neck. Almost 10 feet off the floor. Shake my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. I suddenly get tossed off, flying down to my feet. My nuts EXPLODES in pain, face distorted in agonizing pain as my bois feel the impact of a solid kick. I instinctively drop to my knees and then crash to the canvas, clutching my aching nads, tears streaming down my face. I roll back and forth on my back, groaning. Cock RAGING hard.
Dadicus
“Look at that cock all hard,” I bark, pointing them out to the crowd. “All that muscle and nowhere to run.” I nod to Timur. He moves fast... grabbing your legs, flipping you onto your chest, threading them back onto his legs and locking them tight. He traps your arms and leans back into a deep surfboard, your spine arched, knees planted, body stretched and fully exposed under the lights. You grit your teeth as the hold tightens, your whole frame shaking. The crowd eats it up. I step in close, looming right in your line of sight. “How does it feel,” I snarl, “being put on display like this?”
Dadicus
I crowd you, pressing my bulge across your face and jaw smothering, grinding, humiliating, forcing you to turn your head as Timur cranks the surfboard another inch. Your back bows, your breath stutters, your body completely trapped. I flex my arm inches from your face, and then I shoving it into you, making you taste it... while you’re helpless and locked. “Burn it into your memory,” I growl. “This is what happens when you fuck with my people... now kiss it.” Timur holds you there, stretched and shaking, while I put my arm and armpit in front of you as I rub it in... taking in my musk. I'm soaking in the noise, letting the crowd see exactly who’s in control. And we don’t rush it. Not at all.
The Gladiator
Pain in my nads so intense, clutching my bois, totally disoriented. Suddenly I feel someone grab my ankles and I start to get rolled over. I try to resist but can't. Ending up on my chest, my head starts to clear, pain in my nads is still intense but finally subsiding. My wrists are grabbed and yanked back as I feel someone press their feet into my broad muscled back. Grimace in pain as I slowly get yanked up to my knees in a brutal surfboard. ARHAHRHAGHHAHHRAHGHGHGH. my throbbing cock, jetting straight out, gear tenting as I see Dadicus walk in front of me. It finally sinks in that I was set up. I thought I was taking on Timur but he had help. 'FUCCCKERRSS...LET ME GO'. I thrash, pull, struggle, desperate to break free. I look up as I hear Dadicus 'How does it feel being put on display like this?'.
The Gladiator
Dadicus presses his bulge against my face, his musk, his scent, overwhelming my senses as my cock leaks a few droplets of precum in my gear. I try to turn my head away but cannot escape it. He lowers his flexed arm and shoves it in my face, forcing me to kiss it. Timur pulling back on my arms hard, notching me back a bit more. My huge muscled arms STRETCHED out, intense pain on my shoulders. ArharhHRAHGHraGHAHArhhGHGGH
The Gladiator
as I scream out Dadicus lowers his pit into my face, smothering my face in his hairy pit. "LET ME GOOOOO! I GIIIVEEE!!! AARARHHGHArhahGHHG. But my screams smothered, muffled in Dadicus' pit.
Dadicus
I hear you gasping, squirming, choking out that you give up. Music to my ears. My hand snaps around your neck, fingers digging in as I yank your head back. “Who said you could give up?” I snarl. “AHHH...no. We’re not done with you yet.” I squeeze just enough to make the message clear... control, not mercy... my other hand slides slowly down your sweaty torso, slow and deliberate, making you feel every second of how trapped you are. Then I strike. A textbook groin grab, sharp and vicious, squeezing and pulling up as your body jerks violently in Timur’s hold. The crowd explodes.
Dadicus
Timur keeps the surfboard cinched, his foot planted hard against your back as he pulls your arms tighter, arching your body even farther than before. Your spine bows, legs shaking, breath breaking apart. “Apologize,” I bark down at you. “Say it.” Timur leans back again, cranking the hold another inch, forcing a broken sound out of you. “Apologize to Timur,” I growl. “Say you fucked up.” He pulls again... hard... your body stretched to its limit as I jerk your precious jewels and cock, nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, completely exposed under the lights while the crowd roars.
Timur Kharisov
I hold you tight, digging my foot between your shoulder blades, pulling your arms back until your whole body starts to tremble with tension. The view of your suffering gives me a deep and burning satisfaction. Finally, justice has caught up with you. The picture of you, arched and naked, with your cock and balls hanging in front of the coach so he can play with them, excites me too. I lean back harder when the coach orders me to, twisting your arms another cruel centimeter, feeling the resistance in your shoulders weaken a little more. "Yes... say it louder, apologize, sweetie," I murmur mockingly, a grim smile appearing on my lips. "Tell him you fucked up. Tell him you regret ever thinking you could touch what belongs to him."
The Gladiator
As I squirm after submitting, Dadicus grabs my throat as Timur continues to press his feet hard into my back while yanking back on my arms. My boulder shoulders feel like they are being ripped from their sockets. Dadicus caresses my sweat soaked chest down my abs, ultimately grabbing and GRINDING my manhood. I thrash, grunting, screaming as I struggle, trying to find a way out. Then I hear the order 'apologize'. My mind racing, thinking to myself...apologize for what...for beating Timur fair and square in the ring. Timur yanks back further, bending me WAY back as I scream, mind racing as I feel another tug on my balls. I hear the order again “Apologize to Timur. Say you fucked up."
The Gladiator
'YARYAYRYAYARYA.ARYARAYRYHGHARHAHahghrhghhrhg. I....AHRHAGHAHG...apolo..GGize...for beating..atAGHRHGHAHAHG....the fuccck...INNN...PUSSSY. AhrahGHAHRahGHHGHAHGHHAGHAGHH.' My face bright red as I scream in pain. I feel Timur TWISTING my arms, working my shoulders more. I scream louder.."I..AHRHaHRU FUCCCKIN...BEAT...AHRHAHGHAHRHA THE FUUCCKIN PUSSY..AHRHAHGH FAIR AND ARAGHAHHAGH SQUARE!!! as I scream louder 'AHRHAHGHGHHAHRHAHGHGGHHG'.
Dadicus
“Oh, you wanna be a smart ass?” I growl, gripping you tighter and lifting you up . “Let’s see you get out of this.” I wrench your head around and spin you so your back is to me, dragging you into position before you can even react. I drop hard... crashing down in a savage backstabber, my legs snapping up as your spine whiplashes across my knees. I keep you trapped there, your body folding around the impact, the air blasting out of you in a raw, helpless gasp. I don’t let go. “Go high!” I bark. Timur doesn’t hesitate. He scrambles up the ropes, turns, and launches himself into the air BOOM. A crushing frog splash comes down on you full force, your body slammed between my legs and his weight in a brutal sandwich of impact. The ring shudders. The crowd explodes.
Dadicus
your limbs flopping as you hit the mat, the punishment stacking up faster than your body can process it. I shove you off my legs and rise over you, chest heaving, eyes locked on your wrecked form. “That’s what happens,” I snarl, “when you think you’re clever in my ring.” And I’m already reaching for you again.
The Gladiator
suddenly Timur lets my arms go and I shoot forward as his legs kick with Dadicus diving out of the way, letting go my neck and bulge. with Dadicus getting up fast, he yanks me up from behind, only to pull me back hard over his legs, back explodes in pain. Just as I land on his legs, Timur leaps and CRASHES down on top of me. AHRhahAHGHRHAHGHARHAHGHRHAHGHGHAHRHGH. I bounce off the back of Dadicus' legs, crashing to the mat, face down..groaning..out of it... body wracked with pain, unable to move.
Dadicus
You’re still so defiant. I can see it in your eyes, in the way your chest heaves with ragged breath. "No," I growl, my voice low and unyielding. "I don’t need you to apologize, anymore" I lift your hips, my grip firm and commanding, pulling down my trunks just enough for my cock to bounce out. I press the thick head of my 8-inch girthy cock against your loosened hole. "But there's more than one way to apologize." I push in slowly, letting you feel every inch as I stretch you open again. A strained groan escapes your lips. Your body remembers this... the surrender, the stretch, the way I fill you completely. "This must bring back memories, Gladiator," I grunt, my own muscles straining as I seat myself fully inside you. The heat is intense, your body clenching around me instinctively. Without pulling out, I grab your wrists and haul you up, your back arched, my cock buried deep. You’re held upright, my arms locked around your wrist as to guide you. "And since you’re feeling so generous tonight," I say, my voice a dark, commanding whisper in your ear, "let’s make this a proper lesson." I shift my weight, keeping you impaled and upright, and turn us both toward where Timur stands watching, his own arousal evident. "pull down your pants, my young lion" I command Timur, my hand moving to guide your head forward. "Open up .... and show your colleague how a champion takes his instructions. You’re going to suck his cock while I’m inside you. Every time you hesitate, I’ll go deeper and harder" I begin a slow, relentless rhythm, my own thrusts pushing you forward toward Timur’s waiting shaft. "Now," I order, my voice leaving no room for refusal. "Take him. Let him feel that fire in your throat, too, just like you wanted him to feel... with your fucking hard cock"
The Gladiator
moaning..unable to move. suddenly feel Dadicus pressing his cock in my tight hole, GUAGHAHGHGAHGH...as I grunt, impaled on your rod. you grab my wrists, pulling me back a bit off the mat as I ride your shaft. I hear you instructing Timur to feed me his cock. I keep my mouth closed except for an occasional grunt as you thrust in harder. I also try to turn my head away as Timur comes in with his dick..trying to shove it in my mouth...
Timur Kharisov
I hear my Dadicus's request and lick my lips with anticipation. My hands slide down to my waistband, pulling the tight fabric away from my thighs in one quick movement, letting my cock free, already throbbing and pulsing with the thirst for revenge that burns inside me. I move closer, my eyes fixed on your tense face as the coach turns you toward me, impaled and helpless.
Timur Kharisov
The coach’s slow thrusts push you forward, pressing your mouth against my cock. I grab your hair and guide you roughly, and your hot breath hits my tip first. "Open your mouth, bitch," I murmur seductively. "Now it's my turn to enjoy your throat." You resist for a split second, but Dadicus pushes deeper from behind, causing an unsteady moan that opens your lips wide enough for me to enter. So warm and wet. I sink into your mouth, feeling your tongue involuntarily stick out as I fill it, and the vibration of your muffled moan sends shivers down my spine. “Good boy-y…”, I whisper.
Timur Kharisov
Each Dadicus’s thrust from behind pushes you deeper into me, and our rhythms are perfectly synchronized. He owns your ass, and I own your throat. Satisfaction fills me, and I see your eyes fill with tears as your body bends between us like a broken toy. I grip your hair tighter, pulling you closer with each thrust of the coach's hips. "That's it... take it all," I murmur. "You're nothing now. Just our fucking hole." My hips thrust forward, mirroring the Dadicus’s movements.
Timur Kharisov
My gaze meets Dadicus's gaze over the broken body between us. His eyes are triumphant, commanding, and proud. Without warning, I grab him by the neck, pull him closer, and kiss him dirty and rough. Our tongues lash together, our teeth clash, saliva mixes with sweat as we devour each other. I moan into the coach's mouth, while gripping your hair tighter. My rhythm doesn't break, even as we kiss like animals, celebrating our victory together.
The Gladiator
grunting as I ride Dadicus' cock. Timur grabbing my hair and at an opportune time, shoves his hard cock in my mouth. being spit roasted, ass and mouth being fucked hard. eyes bulging from my face as my muscled bod is getting completely owned. my ass muscles pulsing, trying to expel Dadicus' cock, as I gag on Timur's, gasping for air
The Gladiator
Can't believe this is happening. I won the match, demolished Timur, had him tied in the ropes...and now I am getting double pounded. my saliva spitting up, covering Timur's dick..
Dadicus
The rhythm is relentless, a driving, punishing tempo as we fuck both your holes. Your eyes are glistening with unshed tears and overwhelming sensation as you gag around Timur’s cock. That’s when I feel it...Timur’s mouth crashing against mine, his kiss rough and demanding. A surge of dark pride washes through me as I kiss him back just as fiercely. He’s really come far from our first encounter, I think, our tongues battling for dominance. More confident. Taking initiative. It’s exactly what I wanted to forge in him.
Dadicus
We keep the pressure on you, a synchronized assault. Each of my deep thrusts into your ass pushes you further onto Timur’s shaft in your mouth. The wet, slapping sounds of our bodies mix with your choked, guttural sounds. "Fuck, Gladiator," I groan against Timur's lips, breaking the kiss to look down at your wrecked form. "Your ass feels even better than before." I deliver a sharp, stinging slap to your ass cheek, the sound cracking through the grunts and gasps. The bite of pain makes you clench around me, a sensation so good it edges me even closer to my limit. I lock eyes with Timur over your head, a feral grin spreading across my face. This is it, unfiltered power we were meant to wield together. And you, pinned between us, are the living proof of it.
The Gladiator
impaled on both cocks, gagging, eyes tearing up. I clench my ass muscles as you slap my ass, moaning as I gasp for air between thrusts. The two of you kissing passionately as you both pummel my body.
Dadicus
The kiss with Timur is savage, mouth and clashing tongues, a contest of hunger as I keep pounding into your ass. Each deep, brutal ram sends a shockwave through all three of us. "Fuck… agghh… mghh," my breath staggers, hot and ragged against Timurs lips. I’m edging myself, holding back that tidal wave of release, making the sensation burn hotter, brighter. "Mghh… UGH!! I’M GONNA CUM!"
Dadicus
I slap your ass again... a sharp, punishing crack. "Hope you’re ready to be filled up again." My voice is a guttural snarl. I slap once more, harder, leaving a perfect, red imprint of my hand on your skin... a brand of my dominance. My arm wraps around your neck, pulling you back tight against my chest in a powerful chokehold, limiting your air, making you utterly dependent on my rhythm and Timur's cock. And that’s when I let go.
Dadicus
With a final, shuddering roar, I erupt. Hot, thick ribbons of cum blast deep inside you, a pulsing, claiming release. A wet, squelching sound punctuates each thrust as I keep ramming into you, pumping every last drop of my seed into your depths, filling you up until I’m spent. I stay buried in you for a long moment, my forehead resting against Timur’s shoulder, my body trembling with the aftershocks.
Timur Kharisov
The coach's roar echoes around the ring, his arm is squeezing your neck tightly in one last, suffocating grip. I feel every thrust is echoing through your body right into my cock, your throat is convulsing helplessly around me as the coach cums deep inside your ass. Dadicus tenses his muscles, veins are bulging on his skin, sweat is dripping as he takes what is his. The whole view of this drives me over the edge. My hips thrust forward uncontrollably, plunging me deep into that hot and tight throat. "Fuck... Coach..." I moan, my voice is trembling, and I cum immediately. Pleasure hits me like a truck. Thick shots of semen burst out, filling your throat. I hold your head tightly, forcing you to take every drop, muffled gasps and wet gulps vibrating around my cock until I am completely drained. My legs tremble, my vision blurs for a second. The release is so intense that I gasp for air.
Timur Kharisov
When the last drop leaves me, I pull back so you can breathe. My cock is still twitching on your tongue. And then I feel Dadicus drop heavily onto my shoulder, his warm and uneven breath burning my neck. I blush deeply and turn my head slightly, pressing my temple against his damp hair and caressing the back of his head with one hand.
The Gladiator
riding Dadicus' cock, grunting with each thrust. Bare down on his cock, milking his shaft as I simultaneously try to expel him from my tight ass. I can feel him trying to resist but I hear him say 'Mghh… UGH!! I’M GONNA CUM!'. ARAHGHGAHGH...as he slaps my ass cheeks, leaving a red hand print on my muscled glutes. As I grunt, he pulls me back tight, wrapping his arms around my head and neck, locking on a sleeper. I reach at your arms, clawing them, trying to break free, to get air.
The Gladiator
FUCCKKKK...as you shoot, flooding my ass with your seed. grunting as you continue ramming into me, emptying your complete load in my chute as your head rest on Timur's shoulder. Meanwhile, as Dadicus tightens the sleeper, Timur feels the reverberations of Dadicus' thrusts through my bod, as I gag on Timur's dick. Timur getting off on the scene before him, rams his dick hard and deep in my throat as I gag on it. Suddenly his cum tanks blast a huge load as the wave of pleasure washes over him. Cum flooding my mouth, most going down my throat, some dripping out the sides of my mouth. Timur pulls out and I gasp for air. Coughing, gagging, wheezing as the two of you lay on top of me, spent.
Dadicus
I straighten up, my breath still heavy in the hot, sweaty air. I give your ass a final, firm squeeze... the cheek slick and marked... feeling it tremble under my grip. As I pull my cock out, a thick stream of cum follows, leaking from your well-used hole onto the canvas below.
Dadicus
I release you from my grasp, letting you slump forward, spent and glistening. Without ceremony, I clean my cock on your thigh, wiping away the evidence of our clash before pulling my gray briefs back up, the fabric snug against my damp skin. Turning to Timur, I pull him close by the back of his neck. I tuck his cock back into his burgundy shorts, then ruffle his sweat-damp hair. "Need to train more," I say, my voice a low, rough growl laced with approval. "Next time, you'll fuck him up all on your own."
Dadicus
I lean in and capture his mouth in a final, hard kiss... a seal on the promise. Then, without looking back, I step over Gladiator's prone body, the sole of my boot pressing briefly against his side as I exit the ring. A final, playful slap lands on Timur's ass as we head back toward the gym's shadows, leaving you there in the center...broken, filled, and already owned.
Dadicus
The lesson is over. Tomorrow, the real work begins.
~THE END!~
Published: 2026-01-07, viewed 161 times.
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