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Andy Veteran
In summer 2025 a new fighter appeared in the scene, his name is Dadicus. Coming from other leagues and fightclubs he stepped into the bigger leagues and had his debut in the famous world of CF fight world. As an experienced fighter I accepted his challenge and offered him a fight in an underground fightclub. And I failed badly. I've thought it's a rookie who doesn't know anything about fighting and probably I wasn't prepared for that what came. Dadicus roughed me up and manhandled me infront the horny guys watching no rules sexfights, stretched me out in brutal submission holds, forced my submission out from me and violated me, fucking me in different ways. I was done, defeated and ashamed. I followed the way of these upcoming fighter and saw he made a name of himself and an amazing career in fight world. But that loss is hurting too much and I challenged him for my rematch. Dadicus is a busy guy, breaking and humiliating guys from all around the world. But finally our rematch was settled. And I travelled in winter season to the United States to take this guy infront his fans down.
Dadicus
I remember it clearly like it was yesterday: the way your breath went ragged, the way your body fought and then betrayed you, the way the room fed on every second of it. And tonight? Tonight is worse for you. This bar isn’t some underground hole I don't know... it’s my domain. The air is thick with sweat, beer, and anticipation. Men crowd every inch of space, bodies pressed together, eyes sharp and hungry, all of them knowing exactly why they’re here. Laughter, low taunts, and the dull thump of music roll through the room like a pulse. The ring at the back glows under harsh lights, ropes worn, canvas marked by history. My history! The curtains part. I step through slow and unbothered. Gray briefs with a black waistband. My frame fills the space naturally, like it belongs there, because it does. The noise spikes immediately, a wave of approval and desire washing over the bar. I don’t rush it. I walk straight to the ring, slide between the ropes, and take my time. I climb the corner. I flex up there, letting my muscles tighten and hold, letting the men take their fill... Whistles, Shouts, a few hands slap the apron. I don’t even look impressed... I expect it. I earned it.
Dadicus
Dropping back down, I bounce once, loose and ready, rolling my shoulders as my eyes finally cut toward the entrance. You came all this way thinking time changed things. I already know better and standing here, in my ring, with my crowd buzzing and waiting to watch you gasp and squirm all over again? Yeah. Tonight’s going to feel very familiar for you, when I have you squirming to stop.
Andy Veteran
Winter storms made my arrival difficult but I come right in time to that bar where the underground fights take place... I'm led to the small room to change my clothes... it's already late and the main event, the fight between the local fighter Dadicus and me, his german challenger is announced... I pull my clothes off and slide in my tight red trunks, slide in my black boots and lace them firmly as I hear already some noise outside in the fight room... obviously Dadicus is called to the ring and gets a lot of cheers by his loyal fans... May he take his time until I'm focussed and ready to give him a payback... may they enjoy his entrance before they are forced to watch his loss and humiliation... Somebody knocks at the door... "You're ready...??"... "Sure... I'm born ready..."... I reply, look one last time in the mirror, my body looks still good and then I move to the ring....
Andy Veteran
For a short moment I remember the report about my first match about Dadicus, that was titled as "A trophy of shame" ... Yeah, fuck, what a dirty name for that what happened last year... I'm ready to make it a big victory to delete the memories of that shameful encounter... I step through the curtain and... FUUCCKK... there he is... Dadicus already standing in the ring... waiting on me... waiting on his rival and foe... I walk slowly and full of confidence to the ring, not showing any kind of fear or intimidation... That guy looks hot, I have to admit... a little younger than me, a little smaller, a little lighter in weight... maybe a little sexier with his beard and muscled body... I keep my eyes on yours as I climb the ring... I come to the center of the ring and stare at you... "Good to see you... I'm glad you didn't hide longer...."...
Dadicus
I don’t break eye contact when you step through the curtain. I’m already in the ring, already warm and loose... watching you clock the crowd, the lights, me. I see it in your face for half a second… that flash of memory you try to bury. You mask it well, I’ll give you that. Veteran instincts. But this place doesn’t forget, and neither do I. You stop in the center and finally speak. I tilt my head, a slow grin tugging at my beard. “I'm glad you didn't hide longer…” you say. I laugh before you even finish. “Damn, I forgot how funny you are,” I chuckle, shaking my head as I take a step closer. “Me hiding?” I scoff. “You should be a comedian… ’cause wrestling clearly hasn’t been working out for you.” The crowd eats it up... hoots, laughter, someone slaps the apron. “Hell,” I add, eyes dragging over your red trunks deliberately, “your new show already has a title. ‘The Bitch in the Red Speedo.’”
Dadicus
I start circling you then, slow and predatory, boots whispering against the canvas. I don’t rush. I want you turning with me, feeling the eyes on your back, remembering exactly what it’s like to be the center of attention in my ring. Then I explode forward. Hands snap up, bodies collide, foreheads nearly touching as I lock in tight ...arm to neck, shoulder buried deep... muscles bunching as we crash into a collar-and-elbow tie-up. I drive my weight in, feet planted wide, testing you immediately, letting you feel that this isn’t last year, but it’s going to end just as familiar. The crowd roars as we strain chest to chest, and I lean in just enough to murmur low, only for you: “Welcome back.”
Andy Veteran
Chapeau..!! ... That clever fighter Dadicus counters my taunts well calling me a comedian and for a short moment he goes in my mind and gets the excitement and laughter of his fans... it pisses me off but I try to keep my serious look intact... the signal for the fight is given... DING DING DING... and we start to circle... we circle slow but then you explode and we lock horns, plant feet and test strength... our arms grabbing each other, pushing and pulling, our heads close, I feel your warm breath brushing over my skin... 'Welcome back' you murmur low... we struggle for an advantage and it's almost a draw, none of us giving an inch stepping back...
Andy Veteran
Suddenly you sink low, almost going down on your right knee... it's not the pressure of my arms but you do it willingly, probably preparing for a low attack against me that taller wrestler... I keep my legs behind me not to give you an opportunity to catch my legs, but your left knee is now right infront me and in good reach... that's when I suddenly rip my right arm free and hook it behind your left knee and with a sharp tug I pull your knee up, forcing you to stand on your right foot my left hand pressed against your chest I charge forward trying to bring you down to your back and twisting your lower left leg when I succeed and drop on you...
Dadicus
I grunt as you make your move... I feel it instantly. You drop levels fast, shoot in, and before I can fully shift my weight you’ve got my leg. Your grip clamps tight and you lift it clean, forcing me up on one foot. “Shit!” Too late. With a sharp, practiced motion you take me down, dragging me off balance and dumping me onto the mat while still holding my leg. My back hits hard, canvas thudding beneath us, the ring rattling as the crowd erupts at the sudden spill. I twist instinctively, trying to turn with the impact, but you’re already there... pressure on my chest, your weight crashing down as you follow me to the floor. I snarl, jaw tightening, one leg trapped while the other scrapes against the canvas searching for leverage. I slap the mat once in frustration more than pain, then immediately brace my forearm across your shoulder, trying to frame and keep space.
Dadicus
A sharp grin cuts across my face even as I grit my teeth. “Alright…” I mutter, breath heavy but steady, eyes locked on yours. “So you did come ready.” The men around the ring are on their feet now, yelling, pounding the apron, loving the shift... loving seeing me forced to react. I plant my free heel, start to turn my hips traying to look for some leverage, already setting up my counter in my head, because I’m not staying on my back in my own ring. Not for you and not for long.
Andy Veteran
My background as a wrestler is olympic freestyle wrestling... I've been an amateur wrestler as young boy and continued with olympic wrestling over years... Pro Wrestling isn't famous in Germany... I tried to teach it in my gym but when a fight gets heated and I need to react quickly I use instinctively amateur wrestling moves and holds more than Pro moves... that's why I reach with my left hand around the back of your neck as soon you fall with back on mat and try to bring your left knee close to your head, hopefully locking my hands behind your neck with a cradle hold... that all happens in the split of seconds and it's more by instinct than by intention...
Dadicus
I feel it the second you switch gears. One moment I’m framing, trying to build my base... the next your instincts kick in. Your arm snakes around the back of my neck, tight and fast, dragging my head in as you fold my knee toward me. The canvas creaks under us as you cinch everything close, bodies compressed, my posture broken before I can fully turn out. “Gahh” I grunt as the cradle tightens, teeth grinding while I fight the angle, one shoulder starting to dip. I can feel how natural this is for you not flashy, not pretty, just efficient. Old-school leverage. Amateur roots showing through whether you meant to or not.
Dadicus
“Aghhh… you lucky fucker,” I growl through clenched teeth, palm slapping the mat once as I tense my core and start shifting my hips, hunting space. “Once I get out of this, I’m going to kick your ass.” The crowd’s roaring now... half of them counting already, the other half yelling for me to power out and I dig my heel into the canvas, neck muscles flexing as I start to pry at your grip. You caught me. But you didn’t finish me. And we both know in this ring, in this place… luck never lasts long.
Andy Veteran
YESSSS...!!!... I got it...!!!... The cradle is locked tightly and I force you to kiss your left knee that is pressed to your mouth... that's it...!!!... You struggle hard to break the hold and I slide my shin over your split open crotch really giving some pressure on your balls as I try to stay on top and keep control... but you twist your hip and try to get out of this hold and it's hard for me to keep the cradle tight... I feel my fingers giving way and slipping apart... I have to make a quick decision... and let your head free but embrace your left knee with both my arms... you try to escape to your right side, that's when I bring my right leg around your right thigh to block your way, roll to my feet and let you drop over my right thigh with your left knee lifted up in the air, your ass on full display... already thinking about a new move... a spladle...!!!
Andy Veteran
You obviously suspect already what I'm going to do cause you buck and shake like hell and it's hard for me to bring your legs apart... the spladle is a very dirty move and not allowed in olympic wrestling so I didn't do it too often and clench my teeth to do it right... DAMN... but for the moment we hang stucked in that position and I fight hard to finish the move...
Dadicus
I tense the instant you try to turn it into something ugly. My leg’s lifted, my base compromised for a heartbeat, and yeah... you almost have it. The crowd howls when you muscle me up into that awkward spladle position, my legs spread wide as you strain to finish it. “MGHH!!” I grunt, jaw tight, breath short. But then I feel it. It’s not locked. Not clean. Not settled. And that’s the difference between instinct and experience. I stop thrashing. I calm my breathing. I let you think the panic’s real while my eyes track the smallest mistake your balance, your footing, the way one ankle turns just a fraction too far out. I reach. Grip your ankle. Use it as leverage.
Dadicus
I twist my hips hard, pulling your base out from under you. You wobble, fighting to save it, and that’s all I need. I fire my legs and weight together, overturning your balance, sending you pitching forward as your grip finally breaks. You go down headfirst. I don’t hesitate. I ride the momentum, I snag your arm, roll you clean over, and thread my leg over your other arm in one smooth motion. My free leg hooks your head and neck, bending you back, arching your spine as I sit in deep and cinch everything tight. A Navarro 128 snaps into place. “You want to play with submissions, you little fucker?” I growl, planting my weight and pushing down through my leg, cranking pressure into your spine. “Let me show you how it’s actually done.” The ring explodes with noise as you’re folded under me... "my house, my crowd, my hold" voice dripping with gritty dominance... while I settle in and make it hurt just enough to remind you where you are. "Last time I won in your ring. Tonight, I’m gonna make you beg in mine."
Andy Veteran
I stretch your legs. My arms around your left knee. I pull and try to spread your legs far apart and pull you in a spladle. My hold maybe not clean enough, maybe just 90 percent, and that's not enough for a technical submission expert like Dadicus. You grab my ankle. You block my move. You fire your legs and weight and I lose balance. DAMN! I fall on mat and you snag my arm. Next two seconds seal my fate. You flip me over on my back with my spine over your right leg. Your left leg hooks head and neck and scissors my ribcage. I'm rolled up and forced to bridge up. My arms stretched out by your legs and left arm like crucified. ... "Aaaarrrhh..."... I moan in pain. You lock me in that move. You taunt me with your trash talk. You show me off for your fan base. They like what they see and react to your comments: "Yeeaahh you got him...!!!... Ride that bitch...!!! ... Make him suffer...!!!"... I try to shout back and curse you, but your left calf is pressed hard on my throat and I can't speak well...
Andy Veteran
You push up to your elbows and watch the success of your move and how you locked me tightly. You eat it and enjoy it. You taunt me, like that fight would be over. But you're wrong! This fight isn't over yet and I'm not done. You mess with the wrong. You did a smart move and counter but you haven't won the fight. I admit you did a clever move. And I'm forced to suffer in that hold for a while. Dadicus knows how to deliver his opponents some pain with his submission holds. Thanks for that lesson. I will be warned next time. But it's too early in that fight to stay in your hold. And while you taunt me Infront your fans, I check already my position, my arms, my legs, how I'm locked in and how to break free. And in my brain I'm already considering my plan and clock ticks down to burst free and retaliate the pain to you.
Andy Veteran
And then the perfect moment has come. I feel how you tighten your hold and how you let your muscles relax. I go with your flow, your breath and suddenly I press my feet full force against the mat and push off. I do a backflip and my legs land behind my head and pull your wrapped legs with me. I land on my knees and struggle immediately to my feet, I wiggle and snake my arms free from your grip but keep hold of your legs before you can pull them back. Now I'm in a very familiar position and close to one of my signature moves the sharpshooter! I twist your legs and turn you to your chest, step over your lower back and crouch down, your twisted legs secured by my arms and then I bend your spine and let my full body weight drop in your lower back....
Andy Veteran
It's done between seconds and suddenly you find yourself in one of my famous submission holds. "Who is the man, you bitch...??... Come on tell me and your fans.... Who is the man...???"... I laugh at your fans and enjoy their surprised and disappointed faces. Yeah, I told you, you messed with the wrong!
Dadicus
I grunt hard the second you turn it. “Fuck!” My body jerks as you spin me over and sit back, my legs trapped tight under your arms, my spine arcing as you drop your weight down into my lower back. The canvas feels like it’s bending with me for a moment, pressure ripping through my hips and up my spine as the sharpshooter locks in clean. “NGH!” I bark out, jaw clenched, fists slamming once against the mat as the crowd explodes... half shocked, half feral and cheering at the sudden shift. My back’s bowed, legs locked, breath coming sharp and ragged as I grit my teeth and force my head up. I’m hurting. No point lying about that. But I’m not done. I dig my palms into the canvas, shoulders shaking as I try to inch forward, refusing to let you sit comfortably.
Dadicus
“Not… this early,” I growl, voice rough, almost a laugh in it despite the strain. “You think I’m tapping now?” I suck in a breath, steady it, start testing angles... hips, knees, your balance... because I’ve been here before, and panic won’t save me. You caught me. But you’re gonna have to break me to finish it. And I’m not giving you that.
Andy Veteran
YESSSS..!!! ... My move worked. The Sharpshooter is locked tightly. I feel how you struggle, how you fight it, how you suffer and you can't break the hold. I bounce slightly on your lower back really letting you feel the trouble you're into. I did this hold so often. I know how to work a guy and to break him slowly until he has to tap. I show you and teach you, how a real submission specialist looks like and it's not you who earns that title. Your local fans watch in shock. I eat it up and enjoy it. I feel my dick stiffen in my trunks, working you like this. I notice how you resist it. You are a tough guy. You don't give up easily. But you have no other choice. I slow you down until you beg for mercy.
Andy Veteran
I grin as I sense what a stubborn guy you are. "You like to suffer more? ... Oh, your wish is like a command for me!... It's a pleasure for me to make you suffer more...", I chuckle and prepare for my next move. Since the sharpshooter is one of my beloved holds I plan some other and bigger pain for you. Why not the Scorpion Cross Lock? These holds aren't far away from each other and it would be much more pain for you and more horror for your fans to watch it. Your legs are locked around my right thigh and that's fine. I stand up slowly and carefully, not to lose the grip of your crossed legs. Then I turn around with my right leg still between your locked legs until I face the back of your head. It looks so hot how you suffer on mat. When I'm turned around I lower again and reach for your arms. You fight it but I grab your arms and pull them back, stretching them backwards like in a Surfboard Hold. "Don't fight it, bitch... it's only worse for you..."... I hiss at you and then the moment has come for the bigger move and pain...
Andy Veteran
And then I stand crouched and pull your body off the mat like a ragged flag on my pirate ship, the tall German showing off his helpless American opponent... your fans moan in shock and disbelief while you hover over the canvas, intertwined around my legs and your arms kept by mine. "That's it Dadicus...!!! Suffer like you wanted it...!!! I'm patient... you will submit to me now...."...
Dadicus
The pain is sharp, radiating up my spine as you lock in the Sharpshooter. I can feel you bouncing lightly on my lower back, each small movement sending fresh waves of fire through my muscles. My fans are roaring... some in shock, some in desperate encouragement and other cheering you on... but all I hear is your taunting chuckle in my ear. My jaw is clenched so tight my teeth ache. When you stand up and turn, I feel my legs still wrapped around your thigh, my body twisted and vulnerable. I fight as you grab my arms, yanking them back into that brutal scorpion cross lock. "Don't fight it, bitch…" you hiss. My shoulders scream. Then you lift me... my body rises off the mat, suspended in the air like some twisted trophy.
Dadicus
That’s when the rage cuts through the pain. "FUCK…YOU!!..just yo…u….AGH!!!!...wait—" I stop resisting the hold directly. Instead, I let my body go heavy... I jerk upward violently, using all my weight and strength to destabilize your balance. My head shakes side to side: No. Not like this. Not in my ring. "ARGH!" I scream again, bucking and twisting in mid-air, not caring if it tears something. I can feel you straining to keep me lifted. My size, my mass... it’s all working against you now. I drive my hips down suddenly, trying to collapse your posture and make you drop me or better, fall with me.
Andy Veteran
I toy with you like with a ragdoll... Your body outstretched and exposed in the air... also your loyal fans feel that shame and I see some with watery eyes... that's it...!!! ... I'm fully in lead... the tall German dominates and humiliates the local champ... and it's not over yet...!!! ... You shake and buck in that hold as you could escape from my move... I keep your arms locked tightly and try to tame you but you twist wildly and suddenly... FUUCCKK... I lose the hold of your left arm and it slips free... DAMN... without the hold of your left arm your hairy chest drops on mat and you have some support and lever to push me back... I feel your legs loosen around my thigh... I try to regroup the hold and reach with my left hand for your chin to pull your head back....
Andy Veteran
There is already a crack in that hold... I'm starting to sweat and you shake and kick more and more... "Fight him...!!! ... Break free...!!!"... your loyal fans cheer as they watch you topple the hold and my balance and I realize it's too late to get the Scorpion Cross Lock back... my hands move to your right boot, I grab your ankle with both hands and go to twist your foot in an ankle lock to punish you for breaking free and to prevent you from rolling away....
Dadicus
Then I feel it trying to reposition your self left-hand grip slips. Just a fraction. That’s all I need. I pull up Instead, I let you keep the ankle for a second, and in that split second where you’re adjusting your hold, my free hand darts in.. not for your chin, but lower. My fingers lock around the inside of your ankle, right where your balance is rooted. You’re leaned over me and I grab your head, your weight committed to twisting my ankle. I use that. I jerk my whole body sideways, rolling with your torque but adding my own force. Your balance wavers. The ankle lock loosens. My legs, still partly wrapped around yours, scissor hard, and I pivot up and over. Now I’m on top, our positions reversed in a violent blur. Before you can regroup, my right arm snakes under your chin and across your throat, my left hand locking my own wrist behind your neck. I squeeze, my chest pressing against the back of your skull. The Anaconda Vice is on. I can feel your carotid artery under my forearm. The move works as a choke, cutting off blood flow, but it also torques your shoulder a nasty, two-way strain that’s hard to escape. I start jerking your body side to side, not just to wrench your neck, but to keep you off-balance and deepen the choke. “You want to use submissions, you fucker?!” I snarl into your ear, my voice hoarse from the fight. “This is how you finish. Not with showboating. With pressure.” I cinch it tighter, leaning my weight into the hold. The crowd is on its feet again, my people roaring back to life. Sweat drips from my forehead onto your temple. I don’t let up.
Andy Veteran
Before I twist your foot painfully 180 degree in the ankle lock, I feel your own hand reaching for my ankle and then it happens and I drop on mat, rolled over as you pull my head and although I try to avoid it you come out on top of me. You grab my left arm and bend it really hard backwards behind my neck... "Aaaaarrrrgghhh...!!!"... the pain in my joints is terrible and with my arm bent and trapped you choke me off... my dick stiffens by the fear my arm or shoulder could snap in that hold... I'm lacking air as you wrench my neck... "Uuuuunnngghh..."... I try to bring my feet on mat and to bridge up to get you off me and twist free from that painful hold...
Dadicus
I feel you buck and twist under me, your body straining to bridge and break the Anaconda's lock. Your muscles are corded tight with effort, your feet scrambling for purchase on the mat. I can see it in the set of your jaw... you're not giving up. The fear I saw in your eyes a moment ago is gone, replaced by that stubborn, furious pride. I can't let you regain control. Not here. Not now. Before your bridge can find its power, I release the choke. Not out of mercy, but to reposition. In one fluid motion, I plant my knees wider for balance, rise up slightly, and drive my right elbow down into the center of your chest. THUD. The air bursts from your lungs in a sharp, pained gasp. The crowd's roar dips for a second, then swells higher. I see your eyes widen, the shock of the impact cutting through your focus. I don't let up. I get up... pull my arm back and come down again, same spot, harder. SLAM!
Dadicus
That one was for my ribs, still aching from your earlier shots. I feel the impact shudder through your body into mine. The third time, I put my whole weight into it. I rise higher, letting you see it coming for a split second, then plummet down like a hammer. THWACK!!!. A sickening, wet sound of pure force. Your body collapses completely. You're pinned, gasping, the wind utterly gone from you. Each strike was a punctuation mark in our conversation... a brutal, physical argument you can't refute.
Dadicus
I lean down over you, my forearm now across your throat again, not squeezing yet, just resting there as a promise. Sweat drips from my face onto yours. Your chest is heaving under my weight, reddened and already bruising from the elbows. "I'm going to have you beg for mercy?" I growl, my voice ragged but clear. "I'm not giving you the chance. You're gonna tap out, Andy. Or you're gonna break. Your choice." I shift my weight, ready for whatever desperate move you try next. The match isn't over, but the momentum is mine, and everyone in this bar can feel it.
Andy Veteran
The pain in my bent left arm is brutal and I do a deep sigh of relief as you suddenly release your hold... I pull my left arm back and rub my shoulder with my right hand... "Uuuunngghh..."... as you drive your right elbow into the center of my chest... that was a dirty strike and I pant for air... you stand up and before I roll out of the way... THWACK..!!!... FUUCCKK... you fall with elbow drop on that same spot... your elbow drills deep in my ribcage and I fear one of my ribs could snap by that dirty move... I moan out and kick feet in mat... your fans love it and cheer you... my eyes water and through my blurry vision I see you rising again... DAMN... what is he going to.... THWWAAACCKKK...!!!... "AAAARRRGGHH...!!!"... you drill your elbow full force a third time in my chest and knock the air out off my lungs...
Andy Veteran
I'm lying on my back... these elbow drops knocked me down good... you lean down over me with your forearm resting on my throat... part of your body weight across my chest... I pant for air... I try to move, to lift my shoulder, to turn to the side... but I can't... my body really hurting from the elbow drops... your fans realize it and laugh.... "You stunned him...!!!... Yeeahh... Make him your bitch...!!!"... I hate it, but they are right... I try to roll again... my ribcage hurting... nothing broken... but pretty knocked down from the impact...
Dadicus
I see it... the tent in your trunks, the unmistakable bulge that betrays you even as you lie there panting and hurting. A slow, vicious smirk spreads across my face. The crowd sees it too; a wave of lewd cheers and whistles cuts through the bar’s noise. Before you can muster another roll, my hands shoot down and clamp around your ankles. I twist your body over onto your stomach with a rough yank. You grunt, trying to push up, but I’m already moving. I drop my leg between yours, hook your feet and put them behind my knee, and lean back hard. Your legs bend backward, locked painfully behind my knee. Your back arches involuntarily. Then my free arm snakes forward. My forearm slides against your throat, not choking yet, just claiming. I pull your head back toward mine, closing the distance until your face is right beside my own. The Muta Lock is set... your legs trapped, your spine bent, your head in my control.
Dadicus
“Looks like someone here is enjoying this too much,” I grunt, the words rough and low. I tilt my head, my lips brushing your ear so only you can hear the whisper. “You’re already getting hard.” The heat of your skin, the quickening of your breath... it’s all confirmation. Then I raise my voice, turning my head toward the roaring crowd. “I think the people want to see how your cock begs for me!” The bar erupts. Chants of “SHOW IT! SHOW IT!” mix with howls and stomping. I pull your head back farther, stretching your throat. My mouth crashes against yours. It’s not a kiss; it’s an invasion. My tongue forces past your lips, taking over, dominating the space. You taste like sweat, saliva, and the beer you drank before the match. My arm stays locked around your head, holding you in place as I invade your mouth. My other hand comes up and smacks your cheek... not hard, but mockingly, the sound sharp and humiliating in the space between our mouths. I break the kiss just enough to growl against your lips, my breath hot. “I'm going to give them a show, Andy and you will be the main attraction”
Andy Veteran
I can't stay on my back with your body across mine... I need to fight back also through all that pain in my ribcage... I have to get upper hand again, or I'm done... I clench my teeth and try to push up as you move also very fast, grab my ankles... "Uuunnghh..."... spin me to my front and... "Gaaarrrghh..."... hook my legs around yours locking them hard and tight... suddenly you drop to your back and land next to me, my legs bent with yours... "Aaaaarrrrggghh..."... you wrap your arm around my neck and pull my face next to yours... "You're already getting hard." ... I'm angered by your words but you're right... my anger makes my dick stiffen under my body.... you talk to the people, announcing a big show with me as the main attraction... I sweat and suffer in that dirty hold... no way to slip my legs free... and you yank my head closer to yours and... "Gggrrrmmppfff...!!", shove your tongue forcefully into my mouth, licking and sucking my mouth and lips... you taste the sweat, the saliva and the beer I've drunken at the airport before I came to that fighthall at last minute... it's so humiliating... I moan in your kiss, unable to break that hold... my left hand moves to your head, maybe getting a grip of your face to pull your head back and break that shameful hold...
Dadicus
Your left hand shoots up toward my face... I see it in your eyes, the desperate need to claw back some dignity, to break the kiss that’s dominating you. But you’re too slow, too hurt. Before your fingers can find purchase, I snatch your wrist mid-air. I don’t just hold it; I yank it down, pinning it to your back between us and smack your face. “What do you think you’re doing, fucker?” I snarl, my voice a low rasp against your lips. Then I let go of the Muta Lock. Not to retreat, but to attack. In one violent motion, I release your legs, surge up, and drop my weight onto your back. My knees hook under your armpits, trapping your arms against my thighs. You’re pinned beneath me, arms useless at your sides.
Dadicus
I lean forward, grabbing your jaw. My hand slides roughly over your face, hooking inside your mouth, pulling your head back. This isn’t just a hold; it’s a display. The Camel Clutch arches your spine, but the hand in your mouth makes it pure humiliation. I can feel the heat of your skin, the quickened pulse in your throat, the hard line of my cock trapped between us. I increase the pressure, bending you backward. “You like showing off?” I growl, loud enough for the front rows to hear. “Let’s show them what you really are.” My eyes lock with yours. There’s pain there, anger, but beneath it, that unmistakable, unwilling arousal. The crowd’s chant shifts... it’s not just cheering now, it’s a rhythmic, hungry stamping. They see everything.
Andy Veteran
My hand moves to your face but like an intelligent air defense system snatches your hand my arm mid-air before it reaches your face... "What do you think..."... you smack my face and I leak some pre in my trunks angered by my failed attempt to break free and your harsh reaction... suddenly you release and shift the hold moving on my back and pulling my arms over your thighs in the well known Camel Clutch... "Uuunnnghh..."... I twist and shake trying to prevent it... DAMN... but you finish the hold and my arms hang useless over your thighs... Like a shadow your hand comes over my face and grabs my jaw... "uuunnghhh..."... but then your hand slides over my chin and mouth, fingers hook inside my mouth and... "Gaaarrrrgghh...!!!"... pull my upper jaw hard backwards and so the head far into my neck... my spine arched back... the pressure in my neck is brutal and I squirt more precum in my trunks.... the fans like it and roar... some of them knead their bulges and dicks... I try to reach anything, your calf, your ankle... whatever I can scratch with my fingers although my arms are blocked good by your thighs...
Dadicus
My tongue drags a wet, hot stripe up the side of your neck, tasting salt and sweat. My fingers... already hooked inside your mouth.... press deeper against your cheeks, stretching your lips into a grotesque, forced smile for the crowd to see. I pull your head back farther, arching your spine to its limit. You squirm, your boots scrambling, trying to find leverage, to push back as your hand find and claws on my boots. The struggle is pathetic and beautiful. “Come on,” I grunt into your ear, my voice dripping with mockery and desire. “I want you to try. Let me see you fight… sexy.”
Dadicus
I shift my hips forward, then grind back, my bulge dragging firmly along the sweat-slicked channel of your spine. The friction is deliberate, crude. A few people in the front rows whoop, their voices raw. I do it again, slower this time, letting you feel every inch of the pressure through your back. Your whole body trembles... from the strain, the pain, the humiliation, the heat. My fingers tighten their pull on your jaw. “You’re not going anywhere,” I growl, low enough that maybe only you can hear it over the crowd. “You’re gonna stay right here, bent over my knee, showing everyone what happens when you step into my ring... unless you still have some fight .... BOY!!”
Andy Veteran
You sit with your full body weight in my lower back and my hips are pressed flat against the canvas. My back arched painfully. I need to pull my head back to give my spine at least a little relief. Bringing my head next to yours I feel your tongue sliding along the side of my neck... Uuuunnggghhh... A shiver runs through my body and makes my flat pressed dick throbbing beneath my hips... You notice that sensation of pain and erotic excitement I'm in and you start to grind your bulge against my back, shoving your hips back and forth, really increasing the pressure to my spine... UUUUNNNGGHH.... you mock me to fight back and I'm full of purpose to do that... but I can't... my back bent viciously... my arms blocked... my hands rotate but reach nothing...
Dadicus
I feel your body go taut beneath me, every muscle straining against the hold but finding no escape. Your back is arched to the breaking point, your arms pinned, your dick throbbing against the canvas despite the pain. A dark, possessive smirk curls my lips. My fans are roaring, but they want more than just a hold... they want a spectacle. They want you broken. In one sudden motion, I slam my forearm down across the back of your neck, pinning your face to the mat for a second. Then I release the Camel Clutch completely. Your body collapses, heaving against the canvas, gasping for air. You’re vulnerable for just a heartbeat and that’s all I need.
Dadicus
My hand doesn’t go for a pin. It slides down your back, under the waistband of your briefs, and closes tight around your balls and cock. I yank upward, hard. Your ass lifts off the mat, your whole body following the brutal leverage of my grip. “Let them hear you squirm,” I growl.
Dadicus
My free hand cracks against your ass cheek a sharp, stinging slap that echoes in the sudden hush of the crowd. Then I tighten my fist and lift you higher by your balls, forcing your spine into another painful curve. “I thought you said you were going to kick my ass,” I chuckle, the sound low and mocking right by your ear. “At least give me a challenge. Or are you just going to show them your bitch side ?” I give another tug, controlling your movement entirely through that sensitive, painful grip. “Crawl for them,” I command, my voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “Let’s see how well you move when I’m steering.”
Andy Veteran
That strike with your forearm to the back of my neck brings my face down kissing the canvas for a moment... FUUUCCKKK... I moan in pain. You release the Camel and stand up. I take a deep breath trying to recover from that dirty Camel hold but then I feel your hand snaking into my briefs and... "Aaaaaarrrrhhh..."... my eyes widen in panic as your fingers curl around the root of my dick and balls and then you pull the whole package hard backwards between my legs... "Uuuuuunnngghhh... Nooooooo... please nooooo...!!!"... I beg as you yank my dick and balls upwards almost lifting my body off the mat... you slap my ass to the cheers of your fans and taunt me about fighting back and giving you a challenge... "Damn that bitch is done...!!!", taunt your fans and laugh... and then you do one of the worst and painful moves, pulling my body upwards by my sensitive dick and balls and forcing me to crawl and hop on my arms around the ring... "Yeeeahhh fuuucckk... rip his balls off...!!!", one of your silly fans shouts but I'm really concerned you could hurt me at my sensitive manhood and I hop in panic led by that brutal hold of you...
Dadicus
The crowd surges as I grab you, haul you up just enough to keep you moving, steering you forward while you scramble on instinct. You’re forced into ugly little hops, hands slapping the canvas as I keep you off balance, never letting you set your base. I smirk as I parade you, dragging you through the center of the ring, making damn sure every man in this bar gets a clear look at you struggling. “Yeah,” I mutter, loud enough for the front row. “That’s it. Crawl.” The noise explodes.
Dadicus
I stop dead in the middle of the ring and shove you down, planting myself squarely on your back. My weight settles heavy, deliberate, owning the moment as I hook my fingers on your briefs and pull down enough to show that white German ass, smooth, and perky undeniably hot. “Ohhh… yeah,” I chuckle, glancing up at the crowd. “I remember this fucking hot ass” I rear back and SLAP.... sharp, loud, humiliating. "Let see how many slaps does it need to get Andy to howl for us" I shout to the crowd. Then a sound SLAP!! echoes off the walls. I hold up one finger. The crowd roars: “ONE!” Another SLAP, harder this time. “TWO!” I don’t even pause anymore... left, right, faster, rougher each strike ringing out as the bar counts with me. “THREE!” “FOUR!” “FIVE!” You squirm beneath me your ass carved in red, every slap punctuated by laughter, whistles, and pounding fists on the tables. I lean down close, voice low and amused, just for you. “You wanted payback,” I murmur. “Welcome to it my German friend.”
Andy Veteran
I'm humiliatingly showed off like a dog or an ox walked around the ring by my balls... you stop in the middle of the ring and let your ass drop on my back facing my legs... I gasp for air... you still pull my dick and balls between my legs behind my hips and start to slap my buttocks... "Damn..."... I clench my teeth not to howl or beg for mercy... you slap my ass cheeks harder and harder... "SEVEN... EIGHT..."... I press my eyes shut taking the pain... my glutes redden from the slaps... I look for revenge...!!!... I won't beg and howl by the slaps... your feet are infront my face... I grab both your ankles and then I pull full force struggling to my knees to toss you down over my back and ass to the mat...
Andy Veteran
My move works and you topple down while I struggle to my feet... I'm a bit weakened from your treatment but also in rage and with a burst of energy I try to get control of your legs as I twist your legs and screw roll you over mat... I roll you on your stomach and then I bend your legs up to your ass until your boots touch your buttocks... I drop onto your folded legs and sit with full body weight on them... "That's it you fucker...!!"... I shout in rage and punch your kidneys waiting that you bring your arms back to protect your lower back and then I'm going to catch your arms and lock them...
Dadicus
I try to move but it's to late my legs are locked and you slam your fist over and over onto my side. The pain is a white-hot brand against my kidney. Each punch drives the air from my lungs in a choked gasp. My arms fly back instinctively, trying to shield my side, to block the blows. “You are going… to aghhh… mghh…” The words are grunts, forced out between impacts. It’s a trap. I know it even as I do it. The second my hands move to cover my ribs, your own hands shoot out and clamp around my wrists. You catch them, yanking them back and away from my body. My defense has become my vulnerability. My arms are locked, pulled behind me, my shoulders screaming as you wrench them.
Andy Veteran
I sit with my taller and heavier body on your crossed legs and fight to get your arms caught with my hands... you grunt and try to slap my hands away as I punch your kidneys and it's only a matter of time until... "YESSSS..!!!"... I catch both your wrists, lock them tightly in my hands and pull your arms violently back pulling your chest from the canvas....
Andy Veteran
Your face twists in a grimace and you moan out loud as I haul you up. Your hairy chest on full display for your shocked fans your body arched like the figurehead of an old boat... "Yeeeaahh... Scream for us Dadicus...!!... Scream for us...!!"... I taunt you and stretch you out in that submission hold... "I hope you enjoy that, Dadicus... we can stay in that for hours..."...
Dadicus
My head shakes side to side, a sharp, defiant no. A low, stifled “Mghh…” is all that escapes my clenched teeth, my jaw locked against the scream you want. My body is arched over your knee, a strained curve of muscle and pain, my chest heaving. My fans are dead silent, holding their breath. I will not go down like this my eyes darting can as I try to calm myself and look for a solution.
Andy Veteran
I work you good in that hold bend your legs and stretch your arms hard... you don't find a solution to break the hold and escape but you also refuse to submit... "Oh guys, we haven't seen such a stubborn guy for a long time, didn't we...???", I taunt you and some of your former loyal fans laugh about my comment... I get a bit bored in that hold riding your crossed legs for so a long time and move to my knee and foot still controlling and yanking your arms back as I finally let myself drop to my back with a rough tug and pull you onto my chest, my long legs come up quickly and around your waist and scissor your torso... I cross and stretch my legs to squeeze you really good and hard and keep your arms hooked tightly in a kind of chicken wing hold... "Do you feel better now, princess...???... Come on... tell your fans how much you like that hold...."... I mock and wink at the guys in the bar....
Dadicus
The world tightens to the crush of your legs around my waist and the sharp pull on my arms trapped behind me in that chicken wing. Your taunt hits the air ...princess... and the bar echoes with laughter. My jaw grinds, teeth pressing tight as all I see now is red. My fans have gone quiet, watching. I go still for a second, letting you feel my submission. Then I shift. It’s not a wild jerk, but a coiled, calculated push backwards with my legs, driving my weight into you. As I do, I slam my head back, aiming to hit, to disrupt your balance. I feel it... your grip on my hands slips for a split second. That’s all I need. My left hand wrenches free. Instead of pulling away, my fingers dig into the sensitive flesh just above your hip bone, pinching and twisting with every ounce of strength I have left.
Dadicus
You grunt, your body instinctively curling towards the pain. Your fist comes down toward my chest in a blind, angry strike, but my now-free hand shoots up and catches your wrist, blocking it. The impact jars up my arm, but it gives me the opening. My other hand tears loose from your weakening grip. Now I twist, my body bucking like a wild animal as I lock eyes with yours. Your legs squeeze tighter, a python’s response, but the hold is already broken at the top. I don’t try to pull away. I drive in. My freed hands ball into fists and I slam them down, Into your face, and the soft side of your gut. Once. Twice. A sick, wet thud-thud that makes your whole body seize. The scissor lock around my waist goes slack for a heartbeat. That’s all I need. I don’t stop. My right hand drops lower and drives upward in a brutal, short-range fist directly into your groin. The air leaves your lungs in a silent, shocked gasp. Before you can react, I do it again. And again. Short, devastating punches meant not to knock you out, but to cripple your will.
Dadicus
“You little fucker…” I snarl, my voice a raw scrape in my throat as I deliver the last blow. “You are going to pay for that.” I surge upward, your legs now loose around me. I’m on my knees, you’re half-curled beneath me, vulnerable. The crowd’s laughter has died, replaced by a low, hungry murmur. They see the shift. They smell blood. I loom over you, my chest heaving, my knuckles already aching. “Your turn to scream,” I rasp.
Andy Veteran
I'm so proud of turning the fight again...!!! ... I keep you in my holds and you can't escape from it... my dick stiffens and grinds against your back in the hold... it's so exciting...!!! ... I hiss in your ear... "You like it princess... don't you...???"... and laugh as I feel your weak and helpless struggles... it's futile... you plant your feet on mat and try to push backwards... our bodies are sweaty and a bit slippery from sweat... suddenly your left hand slips free and... "Aaaaarrrrnnghhh...!!!"... you pinch hard in my left side... that makes me losing my focus on the hold and you use my momentarily distraction to... "Fuuucckkkk...!!!"... shake hard and break the submission hold.....
Andy Veteran
I try to regroup the hold and take you again in my control but you spin quickly, lock my right leg and... BAM BAM BAM... punch my open groin and inner thighs... "Uuunnghh..."... I try to catch your wrist but you do well and your fist really causes pain and let me drop to my back again and again... "That's it Dadicus...!!!... Give that bitch a payback...!!!"... your fans laugh and cheer... I try to get up again as you taunt me and tell me it's my turn now to scream... I bite my lips in anger and feel my thigh muscles getting hurt and numb from your fist... my left hand tries to protect my vulnerable crotch and bulge...
Dadicus
My eyes lock on your hand as it flies down to cover your groin a split-second of vulnerability in your rage. That’s all the opening I need. My own hand shoots out and seizes your wrist before it can settle. “You wanted me to scream, you fucker?” I snarl, my voice a low, venomous promise. I don’t pull your hand away. I use it. I twist your whole body by that anchored wrist, using your own protective instinct against you, and drive you face-first onto the mat. Your chest hits the canvas with a heavy thud. Before you can even gasp, I plant my feet behind your knees, hook my legs around yours, and lock them tight against my own. You’re pinned on your stomach, your legs immobilized.
Dadicus
My fist smashes into the same spot on your side that you bruised on mine... a sharp, crackling payback. You jerk, a choked cry escaping your lips, and your free arm instinctively flinches back to shield the area. I’m waiting for it. The second your hand moves, I grab that wrist too. Now I have both your arms in my grasp. With a grunt of effort, I fall backwards, using my whole body weight and the leverage of my locked legs to pull you up with me. Your arms are wrenched backward. Your chest lifts off the mat, your back arches painfully, and your head is pulled up toward the ceiling. In one brutal motion, I’ve hauled you into a Surfboard Hold. Your body is bent backwards over my raised knees, your arms stretched behind you in my iron grip. The crowd’s cheering reaches a fever pitch... this is the humiliation they came for. I lean back, increasing the stretch on your shoulders and spine. “Now you scream,” I growl
Andy Veteran
You need power for a fight, you need skills and technique, you need braveness and intelligence... and not at least you need speed... and while I try to protect my groin... SNAATTCCHH... FUUCCKK... you catch my wrist and twist me face-first to mat before I know what happened... DAMN... your feet stand on the back of my knees... "Uuunnghh..."... you hook your legs around mine... "Nooooo...!!!"... I fear what could happen... you fist my sides and... "Aaaarrrgghh... Noooooo...!!!"... too late... you grab my arms and yank hard... you rock back and forth and with that mix of power and skills you lift me off mat... "YEEAAHH... YOU GOT HIM...!!!"... and I'm hauled up in a perfect Surfboard Hold... my body arched... my bulge pointing at the ceiling... my back and legs on fire... I moan and my eyes water already.... "Nooooooo... stoooppp that...!!!"...
Dadicus
Your "pleas to stop" only make the heat in my blood burn hotter. “Oh, I’m not done with you,” I growl, my voice thick with dominance. I pull down on your trapped arms, using the leverage of the Surfboard to drag your arched body closer to mine. Your face comes near, eyes wide and watering. I lock my gaze with yours and let a vicious smirk spread across my face before I crush my mouth against yours in a hungry, possessive kiss. It’s not tender; it’s a claim, rough and deep, tasting your sweat and desperation. I break the kiss as suddenly as I started it. Before you can react, I release one of your arms just enough to hook my hand behind your head. I yank it down and to the side, trapping it tightly under my armpit in a brutal side headlock. At the same time, I drive my weight forward.
Dadicus
Your body, already bent backward, is now forced into an even more extreme, painful forward fold. Your knees hit the mat with a hard thud, but you can’t collapse fully because I’m still holding you up by your arm and the headlock, bending you like a bow. Your spine screams, your trapped head is wrenched to the side, and your arm is still hooked back in my iron grip. I lean down, my lips against your ear. “You wanted to show me off?” I whisper, the words a hot, cruel promise. “Now let’s show them what you look like when you break.” as I start to pull back and jerk you body from side to side.
Andy Veteran
I'm amazed about your strength and skills to stretch my taller and heavier body out and up in that Surfboard Hold... my body shakes by the pain especially in my knees and shoulder joints but you keep control and balance me for a long time showing me off to your fans... many of them open their zips and pull their dicks off, stroking to that action... the smell of beer, smoke and sweat is mixed with the scent of male dicks now... you ignore my pleas and announce, that you're not done with me, what makes me swallow in the painful hold and then you lower my arms and back until my upper body hangs upside down like in a tree of woe, folded in my knees over your boot soles... "Aaaaaaaarrrggghh... my leeegsss...!!!"... I howl in pain but I see that vicious smirk in your face and how you enjoy my pain... you kiss me hungrily and possessively like a predator going to eat his prey....
Andy Veteran
I've thought that's the worst that could happen but you teach me wrong... your arm comes around my neck and you lock my head in your armpit in a tight and brutal side headlock that bends my back more and I fear it could snap each moment... there is no way to go... but Dadicus proves, that he is a Master of pain and submission holds as you drive your weight forward and bring my knees down to the mat... "GGGRRMMPPFF...!!!"... I scream muffled in your sweaty armpit as you stretch and bend my spine in brutal ways... my dick squirts some precum in my trunks from the pain in this extreme hold... I sob in your armpit hoping for mercy as you rock my body from side to side adding a lot of pain to my totally folded body...
Dadicus
The sound is perfect... muffled, pained, and trapped against my skin. I keep rocking you, side to side, each motion wrenching your folded spine another degree. The crowd’s frenzy is a living thing now, a wall of heat and noise. I can see them over your bent form, some with their hands moving in their laps, all eyes fixed on us. My hand releases your head from the headlock. Instead of letting you up, I grab both your wrists again and pull, dragging your arms further back, threading them under my knees. I lean back, using my own body as a fulcrum. Your spine arches to an impossible degree, your head pulling down toward the mat, your face now level with my crotch. Your own cock strains against the thin red fabric of your trunks, a dark, wet spot of precum clearly visible to everyone.
Dadicus
I place my free hand flat on your exposed, heaving chest and push down, adding my weight to the brutal stretch. I lean close, my voice a low, intimate growl meant just for you, yet loud enough to be heard by the front rows. “How you like that smell?” I ask, the question dripping with contempt and dark pleasure. The scent of my sweat, the fight, and your own humiliation is thick in the air between us. I apply more pressure with my palm, watching the muscles in your abdomen and chest tremble with strain. “Breathe it in. This is what losing for the second time feels like and this time I will make you my honorary German fuck boy”
Andy Veteran
I take a deep breath and suck fresh air as you release my head from that tight headlock... my nose full with that ripe scent of your sweaty armpit... really a man's scent... but you don't release me completely like I hoped... you're still working on a creepy plan and you know how to reach the target you're aiming for... suddenly you grab my wrists again and pull my arms back... "Nooooo... pleeaasee man, noooooo..."... I moan and beg as you fold my body so hard... you bring my arms under your knees and roll me fucking tight like a Cinamon roll... my tall 6 feet and 5 inch folded in a small heap of misery... I moan and cry but my screams are like music in your ears... I see your cock bobbing in your grey trunks and then you bring my head between your legs and infront your bulge lining up with your crotch... I'm fucking bent backwards, the bones in my spine and neck crunch and creak already... my cock throbs in panic in my trunks and soak it with precum...
Andy Veteran
My back still resists a bit too much bent backwards but you don't show mercy for my difficulties. You take your hand instead and press my chest down really adding weight on my chest alternately with your palm and your elbow... Your fans holler and roar... Dadicus hammering the poor german wrestler between his legs and then my face is completely pressed against your throbbing bulge... I'm forced to smell your package through that sweaty thin fabric... the pain and humiliation is too much... I try to submit... I try to tap anything... but my arms are blocked by your knees and nobody notices the feeble waves of my hands...
Dadicus
The sight of that dark, wet spot glistening on your red trunks, the clear outline of your cock straining against the thin fabric... it’s all the confession I need. My hand darts out and closes around your shaft through the material, feeling it jump at my touch. "Look how hard this fucker is for me!" I shout to the bar, jerking your cock side to side through the fabric, making a show of it. The crowd roars its approval, a wave of whistles and pounding on tables. "I think I should make his wishes come true! What do you think?!" The response is a deafening, chaotic yes.
Dadicus
I don't wait. My fingers hook into the front of the waistband of your trunks and yank them down just enough to free your hard cock. A thin, glistening ribbon of precum stretches from the tip down to the fabric until it snaps. I wrap my hand around you and give a few rough, possessive strokes ups and down that hard cock. "I think it's time for him to take my champion's cock for a second time," I announce, my voice booming over the noise, "since you all didn't get to witness it the first time! I think its only fair" Keeping you bent and locked, I use my free hand to pull down my own grey trunks, letting my hard cock spring free. I place the head against your tightly closed lips. "Come on," I grunt, applying pressure. "Take it in." You shake your head side to side, a feeble, trapped resistance. Rage and lust flare together. "I said take it!" My hand moves to your balls squeezing and pulling them a sinful sight. A pained gasp escapes you, your mouth opening in a silent scream.
Dadicus
That's all I need. I shove my hips forward, forcing my cock past your lips and into your mouth. It's an invasion, deep and immediate. You gag, your body convulsing against the hold, but with your arms pinned under my knees and your spine bent back, there's nothing you can do. I settle into a rhythm, pulling my hips back until just the tip rests on your lips, then driving forward again, fucking your face with slow, deliberate thrusts. The crowd's cheers become a rhythmic chant, matching my pace. You're locked in place, my own personal blow doll, your humiliation complete and on display for everyone to see. I look down at your tear-streaked face, my hand still tight on your shaft, and know I've won far more than just the match.
Andy Veteran
These fights without rules and referee are always dangerous and a huge risk. There is nobody in the ring who could save me, who could stop that brutal humiliation, who could notice my attempt to submit and end the fight. Only Dadicus could feel my weak taps against his leg, only Dadicus could realize, that I signal my submission and beg for mercy. And I'm sure he knows it, he knows that I want out of that brutal hold and he ignores it, he ignores it intentionally. Dadicus shows a masterpiece of his submission skills. He knows how to work an opponent and how to make him suffer and he hasn't finished yet. There is still at least one step to go in his dirty plan and he goes.
Andy Veteran
First of all he reaches for my throbbing bulge and squeezes it bringing the attention of the crowd away from my begging hands to my package. He kneads my package well and feels already how wet and juicy it is. With a quick move he tugs my red trunks under my balls and frees my dick, ropes of cum already hanging from the tip of my cock... "Yeeeaaahhh... Milk him...!!!"... your fans roar their approval. You give my dick some strokes. At least one of my limbs that stands still proud. Then you prepare your next step of humiliation and announce the use of your champions cock. Your fans go nuts. You lift your ass from the canvas and pull your grey trunks down. Your amazing cock springs free and your fans like what they see. But soon they don't see a lot anymore. You bring your cock to my lips. I keep my lips pressed togehter and refuse to take your cock but squeezing my balls you make me moan and that's enough... "Gggmmpppfff...!!!"... for you to shove your cock into my mouth until your cockhead reaches my throat. And then one of the most brutal parts of the match begins, hard to tell.
Andy Veteran
Since I was never good in blow jobs deepthroat I cough and gag immediately on your massive cock. You don't care for my pain, on the contrary! You realize how I struggle on your cock and that's what you need to know to work on your plan. You hammer your cock deep in my throat without mercy really blocking my air supply. I breathe and gag in panic and blow saliva through my nostrils unable to breathe through my mouth. Your fans know that you skull fuck me and thrust your hip against my face but since my head is so deep between your thighs, they don't see what happens really. It's only you who sees my tears, who sees that saliva running down my nose and chin, who sees that endless pain and misery I'm in.... and you don't stop, you don't ease, you don't pause... probably that's exactly what you want...
Dadicus
I keep fucking your throat, my cock getting even harder, using your mouth like a wet, sloppy fuckhole. Your saliva makes a mess, dripping down my shaft and onto your face. I let go of your cock just to pinch one of your perky nipples, twisting it sharply, using the grip to steady myself as I thrust even deeper into your gagging throat. “I think it’s time,” I growl, pulling my hips back just enough to let you gasp for a second, “to make this German giant know how we Boricuas really fuck!” The crowd’s cheers are deafening. I let go of your bent body completely. The relief that floods your body as I let go is a tangible thing... a shuddering gasp, a momentary slackening of the agony in your spine. You slump face-down on the mat, a broken heap of sweat and shame. It’s a lie, of course. A predator giving its prey a false breath before the kill.
Dadicus
I stand over you, my shadow falling across your long, pale back. My hand grabs the waistband of your red briefs and yanks them down your legs in one rough motion, leaving you completely naked and exposed on the canvas. The bar’s noise hits a fever pitch. I step over you, my boot soles framing your hips, and look down at the perfect, vulnerable target. My cock is still wet from your mouth, slick with spit and my own precum. I grip it at the base, the thick, hard length of it a promise of more pain. I kneel behind you, the head of my cock nudging against your tight, clenched hole. “MGH!! Just like the first time,” I grunt, the words more for me than for you, a raw acknowledgment of the conquest.
Dadicus
I don’t ask. I don’t ease. I push forward with my hips, a hard, relentless drive. The resistance is fierce, your body clenching in panic, but I’m stronger. The head pops past the ring of muscle, and I sink an inch inside with a brutal shove. A choked scream is muffled by the mat. I don’t stop. I lean over your back, my chest pressing down on your shoulder blades, and I start to fuck you in earnest. Short, punishing strokes at first, then longer, deeper drives as your body is forced to yield. My hand comes down on your ass cheek... a sharp, stinging slap that echoes. Then another. Each slap marks your skin and drives me deeper. My other arm snakes around your throat, not quite choking yet, but holding your head back, arching your spine so you can’t hide your face. You’re completely open, completely owned. “Show them, Andy,” I snarl into your ear, my voice ragged with exertion and dark pleasure. My hips pound into you, the sound of skin on skin mixing with the crowd’s roar as sweat drops from our bodies. “Show them how you beg and squirm from my cock.” I put my other arm around your neck and tighten it, just enough to make every gasping breath a struggle. “Beg for it,” I command, my thrusts becoming harder, faster, a brutal rhythm that owns you in every sense. “Let them all hear you.”
Andy Veteran
I'm afraid choking on your dick as you keep throat fucking my mouth and pump a lot of saliva out of it that runs down your shaft and over my face, especially as you pinch one of my nipples and use it to keep your balance and momentum to fuck me rough and deep... "I think it's time...."... you say and it sounds like a verdict of freedom and salvation... you pull your cock out off my mouth and release that brutal hold... my body collapses to the mat and rolls on my front sucking in fresh air, totally exhausted from your skull fuck... there is a deafening noise in the bar... it sounds like the guys celebrate your superiority, your dominance, your victory.... but I'm wrong... that fight isn't over yet... it isn't over at all....
Andy Veteran
I'm so much exhausted, I can't move... you pull off my wet trunks easily stripping me naked... then you kneel behind me and line your big cock behind my ass crack... you push your hip against my ass and your dagger drills into my hole, breaking through my sphincter, sliding into my tunnel and slowly than faster starting to fuck my hole to the moans from my mouth... Your fans laugh and cheer... they are fucking excited and clap to the rhythm of your hips... you bring your hands around my neck and then you use and abuse me as your personal fuck toy... sweat runs from my forehead while your cock splits my ass...
Dadicus
My lips press against the sweat-slicked ridge of your shoulder blade... a quick, possessive kiss that’s more a branding than a caress. My hips never stop their rhythm, driving my cock deep into your clenching heat. I lean forward, my chest against your back, and my mouth finds your ear. “Damn, your ass feels so good,” I whisper, the words rough and hot against your skin, meant only for you to hear over the crowd’s roar. My hand leaves your neck and slides around your jaw. My fingers, slick with your own spit from earlier, push past your lips and into your mouth. You suck in a sharp breath around them. I curl them slightly, hooking the inside of your cheek, controlling your head as I piston into you from behind.
Dadicus
“Come on,” I grunt, my thrusts becoming more deliberate, aiming for that spot inside you I know too well. “Show them how much you actually enjoy this. I remember last time… you couldn’t stop coming.” My voice is a dark, knowing rumble. I suck your earlobe into my mouth, biting down just enough to make you shudder. “You missed how my cock makes you feel inside,” I murmur, the vibration humming against your skin. Then, in the same breath, I pull my fingers from your mouth and bring my wet palm across your cheek. It’s not a hard strike, but a wet, loud smack that rings out... a clear, degrading statement for everyone to see and hear. My hips snap forward, burying me to the hilt. “You’re mine to own in this moment,” I growl, my voice dropping again, both a threat and a promise. “And everyone here knows it.”
Andy Veteran
Dadicus broke me fully with that brutal hold pulled down and backfolded from the Surfboard Hold... the pain in my back and the humiliation with the face fuck weakened and exhausted me over the edge. That's why I'm easy prey and Dadicus knows it and takes full advantage of my weakened condition. Sliding his fingers in my mouth and pulling my face cheek to the side he drives his massive cock deep in my ass hammering my prostrate and chute. I moan and grunt so much conquered and ashamed. You ride my body without saddle like a wild horse to tame. I don't want to get fucked, I don't want to lose again... but I'm so much in trouble and lacking power that I can't fight back... at least for now... you pull your hand off my mouth and smack my cheek with your palm like reading my mind and thoughts of resistance... DAMN.... I should haven bitten on your fingers before you pulled them off...
Dadicus
My hands leave your mouth and cheek only to find new points of control. I hook under your hips, digging my fingers into the flesh of your waist, and lift your ass higher into the air, changing the angle. My cock drives deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust. At the same time, I grab your wrists, pulling them behind your back and holding them there. You’re completely exposed now, bent and presented, my personal fucktoy on display. The crowd is a roaring, stomping beast. I can feel their eyes on us, on you, on where we’re joined. Sweat drips from my chin onto your back as I pound into you, my rhythm relentless.
Dadicus
“Look at them,” I grunt, my voice thick with exertion and dominance. I give your hips another rough lift for emphasis. “Look how they love watching me fuck you.” I lean down, my lips brushing your ear as my body slams into yours. “This cock…,” I pant, driving home another deep stroke, “…is your reward. For being such a good, stubborn rival. For coming back for more.” I tighten my grip on your wrists, my thrusts becoming harder, faster, a brutal punctuation to my words. “Take it. And thank me for it.”
Andy Veteran
You fuck my ass hard and powerful. I moan out so much in pain, my ass split by your cock that drills deep in my hole. But you shift to another angle lifting my hips up and pulling my arms behind my back... "Uuunngghhh..."... my face drops on mat, I can't support myself with my hands and my face cheek pressed flat against the sweaty canvas as you thrust your cock now from above into my chute really nailing me to the mat... your fans cheer and jack off... their dicks smack and slurp through their fists and first blow their load watching their local champ Dadicus nailing and fucking his german challenger... it's so humiliating, so shameful... what bad luck... sweat drips from your body on my back... you're so much excited and close to fill me with your winner's cum...
Dadicus
My breath comes in ragged, stuttering gasps. “Ughn… mghuu…” Each thrust drives me closer, my balls tightening, the fire coiling at the base of my spine. I’m fucking you hard, nailing you to the mat, but I’m not done. I keep the pressure on that German whole edging myself harder and harder.
Dadicus
“Come on, Andy… ughh… take it…” I snarl, my voice breaking with strain. Your body is pliant beneath me, a sweaty, used vessel. “Ohh fuck… you’re going to make me… MGHHAA!.. CUM!!!” I try to hold as much as I can, to stave off the release for one more second of ownership, and that is when I CUM!. My body seizes, my hips slamming deep and staying there as a hot, thick burst floods your insides. A guttural roar tears from my throat, lost in the crowd’s frenzy. “Ohh… fuckk…”
Dadicus
I release your arms, letting them fall limp, and instead grab your face, pushing your head to the matt. Holding you down as I fill you. I keep pulsing into you, my thrusts slowing to long, deep grinds, milking every last drop into your chute. “Ohh… yeah…” I pant into your ear, my voice dropping to a spent, vicious whisper. “Take every single drop.”
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Dadicus
When I’m finally spent, I pull my softening cock out with a wet sound. But I’m not letting you go. In one swift, brutal motion, I twist your body onto your back. I yank your arms behind you again, locking your wrists together in one of my hands. My legs come up, wrapping around your head like twin constrictors, squeezing tight and pulling your neck back into an uncomfortable arch. Your own cock, still hard and jutting upward, is on full display for the howling crowd. My free hand reaches down and wraps around your shaft. I give it a rough, possessive stroke. “Let’s milk this German cow dry!” I shout to the bar, my voice hoarse but triumphant. I start jerking you off, fast and ruthless, my legs tightening around your head, making you both my captive and my exhibition. “Let’s see what you’ve got left for me!”
Andy Veteran
You ravage my ass... I can't take it anymore. I moan like a pregnant cow ready to give birth... "Stopp it... ease it....!!!.. Pleease man, I can't anymore....!!!"... I beg and moan as you call me to take it... I like to submit... I want to tap, but you keep both my wrists pulled back and locked behind my back... I'm unable to tap out... my pleas die in the noise of the bar... all guys now stroking or cheering... the heat in the room is boiling... sweat running down from our bodies and the bodies of the spectators....
Andy Veteran
Suddenly you thrust your cock extremely deep in my hole, you pause and stay there, you howl in a guttural sound and then your load flushes my hole, filling it to the brim, spending waves after waves of your cum... DAMN... I'm done, dominated, defeated and finally bred... you stay in your triumphant position for a while flooding my ass with your cum... I open my mouth and beg to end that, as you release my arms and press my head on mat, your hands grabbing my chin, my mouth, still lying on my back, your dick running back and forth through my filled tunnel... "Ooh... yeeahh... take evry single drop..." ... there is no time for my submisison... Dadicus proves why he is this ruthless champ of submission sexfights... there is no mercy for his victims... there is only place for his triumph... and only he, the winner decides, when and how this fight ends...
Andy Veteran
He manhandled me, he has beaten me, he fucked me... so I'm sure he finishes my pain and this fight... but I'm wrong again... with a swift motion Dadicus turns me to my back, blocking my arms behind my back and locking my head and neck between his strong hairy legs, my head constricted by these massive trunks similiar to a figure 4 head lock, my moans and pleas muffled by that choke hold as your right hand reaches for my raging dick and strokes me expertly... I can't anymore... you drive me mad with your superiority... I'm desperated and mentally broken as your hand runs my shaft up and down... the skin of my cock pulled down to the base... my sensitive cock completely at your mercy... precum glistens on the tip of my cock and runs down my shaft and over your fingers... more of your fans shoot their loads... and then... my hips shake... my balls boil... and.... "Gaaaaaaahhhh...!!!"... my shouts muffled by your legs... my cock explodes and several thick ropes of cum burst out of my cock like a fountain, splattering my chest and your legs...
Dadicus
Your body goes rigid under me, your muffled shout vibrating against my thighs as your cock jerks in my hand, painting thick ropes of cum across your chest and my legs. I keep stroking you, my grip relentless, milking out every last drop until your hips stop shaking and you slump, spent and gasping. But I’m not done. I feel your dick grow tender and oversensitive in my hand, but I don’t stop. I pick up the speed again, my palm now slick with your own cum, sliding over the swollen head. You coil and jerk beneath me, a desperate, oversensitive twitching, but my legs are still locked around your head, keeping you in place. “What’s wrong, Andy? Can’t hear you,” I chuckle, my voice dark and taunting.
Dadicus
: I finally let go of your wrists, but only to move my hand lower. My fingers, wet with your release, find your used, dripping hole. I push two fingers inside without hesitation, curling them, fingering you open as I continue to roughly jerk your oversensitive cock with my other hand. “There we go,” I grunt, scissoring my fingers inside you, feeling the mix of our cum. “Gotta make sure my German cow is truly milked dry.”
Andy Veteran
I flop like a fish on mat as you keep me scissored between your strong hairy legs and finger my ass scissoring your fingers in my cum filled hole, driving me crazy with your action... "Uuuuunnnghhh... Nooooooo... Nooo man.... Pleaaasee... I beg you.... I givee....!!!... Please... I givee....!!!".... Your fans laugh and taunt me as you work me physically and erotically... totally milked but.... I moan out loud... you know exactly what to do and with your fingers drilling and screwing in my hole.... I squirt some last ropes of cum off my half limp cock.... DAMN.... Dadicus knows how to milk a man dry....
Dadicus
The trembling in your body isn't from strength anymore... it's the raw, oversensitive shuddering of a tapped-out nerve. Your cock lies half-limp in my hand, but I keep jerking it, rough and relentless, feeling it twitch pathetically as another clear strand of fluid leaks from the tip. My fingers are still buried in your ass, scissoring and twisting in the mess we've made. You're trying to squirm away, but my legs have your head locked tight. I shift my hips, grinding against you, making you feel every ounce of my control. "I think I got it all!" I roar to the crowd, my voice triumphant. They scream back their approval.
Dadicus
Finally, I let you go. But not to freedom. In one fluid motion, I stand, grab a fistful of your sweaty hair, and haul you up. I bend you... hook your arms, legs and lift. You're a trophy now bent over in my grip, your asshole gaping and dripping, your spent cock on display for everyone to see. I parade around the ring, showing you off. "I think I'm done with my German cow! What do you guys think?!" The bar erupts. The verdict is clear. I walk back to the center, and with a grunt of effort, I throw you backward like a ragdoll. You slam onto the mat, back and head first, the wind knocked out of you for the final time.
Dadicus
I drop to my knees on top of you, looming over your broken form. I lean down, my lips brushing your ear so only you can hear my whisper. "Let me leave you with a souvenir of this place. Wouldn't want you to forget." My hands move with practiced, cruel precision. I grab your left arm, bend it back at a sickening angle, and fold it so your own elbow is pointing straight up toward the ceiling. You're too spent, too broken to resist. I stand up, looking down at my handiwork. I take a breath, letting the crowd's anticipation swell. "WEPA!!!" I shout, the word a battle cry. Then I jump, putting all my weight and momentum into the stomp. My boot heel connects with your folded elbow with a sickening CRUNCH that echoes through the suddenly silent bar. Your scream is pure, unadulterated agony. Your body coils and jerks on the mat, your feet scrambling uselessly at the canvas. Your arm lies at a wrong, limp angle beside you. I stand over you, chest heaving, looking at the crowd, then down at my work. The fight is over. The victory is absolute. The souvenir is permanent. I hook your leg and count 1..... 2.....
Andy Veteran
It's over... my body spent and limb like a hand puppet... you grab my hair and pull me in a sitting position... your arms snake under my knees and then behind my neck like in a Full Nelson... DAMN... I'm lifted up infront your chest... my legs spread awkwardly... my ass and dick on full display... what a hilarious position...!!!... you show me off for your fans and then.... WHAAMMMM.... you slam me backwards and I hit the mat with head and neck first... bounce off the mat and fall back on it... I'm nearly knocked out.... no more power left in my body....
Andy Veteran
You drop to your knees next to me... I moan in pain, pretty dazed from the move... you whisper something about a souvenir... I don't get you what you mean... then you bend my left arm at a bad angle, not sure what you.... CRAACCKKK... "Aaaaaaarrrgghhhh...!!!"... my elbow joint snaps under that brutal jumped boot stomp on that elbow... I drop to side and cry in agony... you stand over me and admire the damage you did... I'm done and injured... no way to fight back... no pin needed to seal your victory... I submitted several times during the painful punishment I've suffered in that fight... nevertheless you hook my leg and count... 1..... 2..... 3..... !!! .... DING DING DING... a bell signals the end of the match... your fans jump to their feet and applaud... they chant your name and like to get pics with you.... Dadicus dominated, defeated and destroyed the german wrestler Andy... it's not only a victory... it's total superiority....
Dadicus
The final DING DING DING cuts through the bar’s roar, but it’s just a formality. The fight was over the second your elbow snapped. The bell just makes it official for the folks who bet money. I stand over you, my chest heaving, sweat and your blood mixing on my skin. The chant of my name “DA-DI-CUS! DA-DI-CUS!” beats against the walls. I don’t look at them at first. My eyes are on you. You’re curled on your side, cradling your wrecked arm, your whole body shaking with shock and pain. The mat around you is a stained, sweaty testament to everything that just happened. I reach down, grab a fistful of your hair again. I lift your head just enough so you’re looking at me. “That souvenir,” I say, my voice low and flat, devoid of the earlier taunts. It’s just a statement of fact now. “So you remember who owns this ring. So you remember what happens when you come back for a rematch.” I let your head drop back to the canvas with a soft thud. Then, and only then, do I turn to my people. I raise my arms, the victor, the champion, the brutal king of this underground world. The flash of phones goes off, capturing my triumphant pose over your broken body. I soak in the chants, the cheers, the slaps on my back as I step through the ropes.
~ THE END ~
Published: 2026-02-19, viewed 136 times.
Ben Dudman
2026-03-23 20:33Oh wow.. Just wow. Incredible match.
Dadicus
2026-03-23 21:15(In reply to this)
TY BEN !!! glad you enjoyed the match
Zorawarr
2026-02-23 08:17As brutal as Dadicus can ever get! Fucking awesome!
Dadicus
2026-02-23 20:34(In reply to this)
Glad you enjoyed it !! Ty for the comment ^^
YoungHairyWrestler
2026-02-19 10:44Simply awesome, brutal and dominant. I love it!
Dadicus
2026-02-19 14:17(In reply to this)
Glad you enjoyed it !! and ty for the comment ^^