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Andy Veteran
The World of NHB Pro Wrestling and Sexfights is amazing and overwhelming at once. Any kind of fight types and styles is welcomed. During my long lasting career as a german NHB Wrestler and Sexfighter I did more types of fights than I can tell you. I've met the most interesting guys and wrestlers all around the world. And now I've got a call from an agency, if I'm ready for a very special setup... a 2-vs-1 fight with DADICUS and THE GLADIATOR.... "And who is the one?", I asked on phone but there was just a chuckling laughter... "Sure... I'm ready...."... Dadicus and The Gladiator... I've wrestled both already in a one-on-one-setup... but both at once...?? ... I got time and place for the fight and booked my flight to the USA once more... Andy the Warrior, tall german wrestling veteran... 42 years, 6'5, 222 lbs... it could be the biggest fight in my career... and I'm ready to prove what I'm able to do...
The Gladiator
I receive a contract to battle against Andy again but with a surprising twist. Dadicus will also battle Andy. I think back to the utter destruction I inflicted on Andy, one and one. I know I can take him alone. I also battled Dadicus and he is one tough nasty motha fuukkah who beat me down. Andy stands NO chance against the two of us together. That said, it might be fun to have a total beat down on the vet. I sign the contract and send it back to the management. I flex in front of a full length mirror. 'Fawk I look HAWT'. My 22 yr old bod, 6'1 195lb bod on display. My 51 inch chest, huge broad boulder shoulders, wide lats down my V tapered bod to my thin 29 inch waist. Flex in a Superman pose in front of the mirror. my cobblestone abs on display. Change my pose, Flex my gunz. I think to myself 'Andy is a fool to sign the contract. He'll be crushed'
Dadicus
I just got a call from my manager... was all business, but the package he left felt like a betrayal wrapped in manila. I tore it open, my eyes scanning the legalistic bullshit from the federation. A title shot. Finally. A smirk crept across my face as I saw the first condition: a match against Andy Veteran. "HA!" I barked to the empty room. "Andy Veteran. This'll be a warm-up." I took a swig of bourbon, savoring the easy victory to come. Then I kept reading. TAG TEAM MATCH. 2 vs. 1. My gut tightened. A handicap? Fine. I've carried dead weight before. But the next line was a sucker punch to my pride. ...the aforementioned Dadicus shall require a tag team partner...
Dadicus
They weren't giving Andy the partner. They were giving one to me. Like I needed a goddamn babysitter. And the name listed next to mine wasn't just any wrestler. It was The Gladiator. A walking, talking scrap heap of a man who couldn't win a fight with a blind toddler. My fate, my title shot, was now chained to that loser. If he flops, I fall. The glass in my hand trembled. I called my manager back, my voice a low, dangerous growl. "Fix this. I've beaten Andy 2 different ways. I don't need a sidekick, especially that one." The answer was a bureaucratic brick wall. "The board's decision is final." The day arrived, a storm cloud hanging over my head. My walk to the ring wasn't an entrance; it was a furious march. My signature black and gold gear felt like a costume for a joke I wasn't in on. The sunglasses hid my eyes but not the tension in my jaw. I slid into the ring, ripped off the glasses and jacket, and hurled them to the floor outside. Letting the cold arena air hit my skin, I stood in the center, arms crossed, waiting. Waiting for Andy to gloat. Waiting for The Gladiator to shamble his way down the ramp. I just wanted to get this insult over with and hurt someone.
Andy Veteran
I arrived at the Wrestling hall of that Indy Federation that organizes all these Unlimited Wrestling and Sex fight spectacles. I was brought to the locker-room for the guest wrestlers and dropped my bag of gear on the bench. There was already some noise and music in the background, probably some preparation or introduction for the main event of the evening. I changed my gear, took my casual red trunks and laced my black boots. Then I got the information, that Dadicus, the first of the local wrestlers started his entrance to the ring. I got to my feet and watched my tall muscular body in the mirror. Dadicus and The Gladiator. I've wrestled both of them and there is still an open bill and some payback for them. Obviously the new built Tag Team is called to enter the ring first. And then me, the German veteran and challenger will make his entrance.
The Gladiator
I hear the music and the crowd roar as Dadicus made his way to the ring. I mutter to myself, 'that big oaf was supposed to wait for me. We were supposed to go to the ring together'. I take one more glance of hot bod in my black matte briefs, smile then charge out toward the ring. As the curtain parts, my music blares. I saunter down toward the ring, guys swatting my ass, slapping my back. Loving the attention. Sign a few autographs and then reach the ring. I see Dadicus in the ring and glare at him. I grab the ropes, leap over and land on my feet in the ring. I rush toward one corner, climb to the middle rope and flex for the crowd as they erupt with cheers. After the adulation, I drop to the mat and approach Dadicus. Now we are just waiting on Andy.
Andy Veteran
A guy knocks at the door... "It's your turn... you're next..."... I look some last time in the mirror and watch my veteran body... then I follow that guy to the stages and make my entrance to the ring.... music blasts over the speaker... spotlights on the ring and on me... I strut along the aisle... hundreds of guys surround the ring... some BOOoo! some cheer as I'm introduced as the challenger from Germany... Andy, the tall German warrior... standing at 42 years, 6 feet, 5 inch and weighing 222 lbs... I see Dadicus and The Gladiator in the ring... they stand a bit separated... not like close buddies... obviously they act tonight the first time as a Tag Team... I feel my energy increasing as I see them... Dadicus, that brutal submission specialist who hurt my arm in our last match and caused some dirty injury... and The Gladiator, this sexy young guy, half my age... lets see whom of them I break to win that match... I climb the ring, walk to my corner... raise both arms and flex for the crowd... lets see if they have some instructions for the fight and who of these guys will be ready to start the match...
The Gladiator
I turn to Dadicus. 'I'll start us off, big man. I'll wear the old man down and you can finish him off'. Dadicus glares at me but slides out of the ring and waits in the corner.
Andy Veteran
A big grin spreads across my face... Now that's easy...!!! ... That rookie dares to face me first... I'll beat him quickly before he can tag with his partner Dadicus... "Huh... little bit too cocky boy... aren't we...???", I chuckle and push off the corner... The ref says something about the very few rules in this NHB Wrestling match... "No gouging of eyes... no double team action longer than 30 seconds after the tag is made..."... I nod to the rules and smirk at you... I adjust my throbbing erection in my red trunks eager to give you your payback for our last match...
The Gladiator
I see you come out, running your mouth. I grin. 'I see you're ready for your next beating, old man and I can't wait to give it to you. 'What ever' I mutter to the ref as it goes in one ear and out the other. I notice your erection in your gear. I grin and run my mouth at ya. 'I bet ya can't wait to ride this big boy again' as I rub my impressive bulge in my gear as it slowly starts to harden a bit.
Andy Veteran
I turn my head over to Dadicus and see him waiting behind your corner. He doesn't look happy, doomed to wait and place his fate in your hands. I smile at him and show him the middle finger. "Okay, boy, lets dance...", I hiss at you and loosen my arms and shoulders waiting on the bell.... DING DING DING... as the bell rings and the fight starts. I waste no time but.... PPPFFFTTT...!!!... Spit in your face to distract you and as you shut your eyes... WHAAACCKKK... I kick your left knee hard what brings you to one knee... I catch your left arm and spin behind your back, hammerlocking your arm up to your blades really straining your shoulder joint... "You'll go down boy...!!"... I yell and laugh...
The Gladiator
ya fuckin cheat..as you spit in my face. I start to rub and wipe it away as you kick my knee. 'AHRAHHR'. I drop to one knee but drive back up to my feet. you grab my arm and hammerlock it behind my back. I grunt out hard. With my free arm, I drive an elbow back to your side...once... twice, three times hard.
Andy Veteran
You struggle back to your feet while I hammerlock your left arm and you do exactly what I was hoping for, offering me your right arm too as you drive your elbow back to my side... I take the first shot and then catch your right arm locking both your arms in a double chicken wing.... "That's your weak partner...!!", I yell over to Dadicus and laugh as I try to keep you in control... I stomp the back of your knees to bring you down on your knees and then I press my right knee between your shoulders pulling your arms... "Enjoy it you wannabe Gladiator...!!", I taunt you...
The Gladiator
I struggle hard, yanking, pulling trying to yank free as you drive your knee between my shoulder blades while yanking back on my wrists. I strain hard, trying to yank one of my wrists free.
Andy Veteran
I laugh at your weak attempt to struggle free... "Huh, is it too much too early...???" and yank your arms but... FUUUCCKK... you yank your slippery wrist free and before I'm able to regroup the hold I topple to the side and you break fully free... "DAMN...."... I push back to my feet... "Good move..."...
The Gladiator
I manage to pull one arm free. As I do, my bod twists due to your knee in my back, driving your knee hard into the canvas. I yank hard as your knee hits and pull my other arm free. I shove off the mat and scramble to my feet. As you push back to your feet, I drive a huge hard THRUST KICK to your core. Drilling your core with heel of my foot.
Andy Veteran
You scramble quickly to your feet and before I finish my word 'move' correctly it turns more in a 'mooooouuuffff...' as you kick my core hard with your heel drilling deep in my body... I double forward and gasp for air... "FUUCCKK... you gonna pay for that....", I moan out but pretty battered for the moment...
The Gladiator
as you double up, I interlock my fingers and deliver a huge double axe handle to your back. Then I back up to my corner and tag Dadicus...as I slip out of the ring to recover a bit.
Andy Veteran
SMMAAACCKKKK... "Uuuufffff...!!!"... I get your double axe right on my back and break to my fours... from the edge of my eyes I see you walking away to your corner and... TAAAAGGGG... you tag with your partner Dadicus... I can't stay on my fours... I take a deep breath and push back to my feet...
Dadicus
I watch from the corner, my knuckles white where they grip the top rope. Every spit, every kick, every grunt from The Gladiator is like a needle jabbing my temper. This fool is getting played. Andy’s toying with him, and each time that rookie gets smacked around, my title shot feels a little further away. When Andy locks him in that double chicken wing and drives a knee into his back, I can’t stay silent anymore. My voice cuts through the noise, cold and sharp. "Come on!!" I snarl, leaning over the ropes. "Are you this much of a pussy that you let Andy work you over? Get up!"
Dadicus
I can see the strain written all over him, every muscle fighting to hold on, for a second I think he’s just going to fold. Then he yanks one arm free... good! and the shift in weight sends Andy stumbling. I extend a hand toward The Gladiator, an impatient, beckoning claw. Reach it. Tag me in and get the hell out of my way. But Andy recovers fast, slamming a forearm into The Gladiator’s core, keeping him at bay. My jaw clenches. "Are you all muscles and looks? Nothing to back it up? Fight!" Finally, the kid listens. A thrust kick snaps Andy’s posture, and a heavy double axehandle sends the veteran crashing to all fours. I see you staggering back, arm outstretched, and slaps my waiting palm. TAG!!!.
Dadicus
The sound is a starting pistol. "Finally!" I bark, already moving. "Let me show you how it’s really done, kid!" I explode from the corner, a blur of black and gold. Andy is just pushing to his feet, back turned, still rattled from the axe handle. Perfect!!. I don’t give you a second to breathe. I close the distance, hook my arms around your waist twist you hard and in one savage, fluid motion, I hoist all 222 pounds of you up and over. The belly-to-belly suplex is pure, concussive physics. you have no time to tuck your chin. your body arcs through the air before crashing back-first onto the canvas with a sound that echoes through the arena. THUMP!!!. I quickly get to my feet, standing over you, the adrenaline burning through the earlier frustration. I glance toward my corner, where The Gladiator is recovering. "That," I say, my voice low but carrying, "is how you put an old man down." I plant a boot on Andy’s chest, not for a pin... it’s too early for that... but to let him, and everyone watching, know exactly who’s in charge now. I give a quick flex... as my eyes scan your grimacing face. "Welcome back, Andy. Did you miss me?"
Andy Veteran
This young Gladiator is probably the easier to beat of these both Pro Wrestlers and I'm really proud to get that rookie locked early in a double chicken wing but... DAMN... that Hothead showed some skills and escaped from my hold. I tried to hold him back but he could not be stopped on his escape and tagged with his older and more experienced congenial partner Dadicus. I'm still on my fours pushed up as fast as possible to stop... "Gaaaaaaggghh...", but Dadicus shot in ring like a missile and lifted me off feet with a tight rib-creaking belly-to-belly and... WHAAAAAMMMM.... FUUCCKKK... my back rattled the ring... I twisted my face in pain... my 42 old spine bones send waves of pain through my body....
Andy Veteran
Just as I open my eyes after that hit I see the sole of your boot coming down on my.... "AAAAWWGGHH...!!!"... and your boot stomps my chest down in a dirty victory pose... "Welcome back, Andy...", you smile at me and start to taunt me... I'm raging and grab your foot with both my hands quickly by heel and toes and with a sudden twist I push your foot upwards and twist it hard to make you lose your balance... I roll quickly to the side with your boot still in my hand and as you fall to the ground I'm back on my feet, lift your right leg straight upwards and... BAMM BAMM BAMM... kick the back of your thigh working your hamstrings.... "Oh yeah, I missed you so badly....!!!... Couldn't wait to get you in my hands and make you pay for last match...!!!"...
Dadicus
The satisfaction of having Andy laid out under my boot lasts about two seconds. your hands shoot up, clamping around my heel and toes with a veteran's desperation. A sharp, painful twist jolts through my ankle, and my balance betrays me. "Agh... you little fuck!" I snarl as I topple sideways, hitting the canvas hard. I'm scrambling to get up, but your faster, already on your feet. you grabs my right leg, hoisting it straight up. Your boot connects with the back of my thigh. BAMM. A lightning bolt of pain sears through my hamstring. BAMM. BAMM. Each kick is a focused, brutal punishment. "Oh yeah, I missed you so badly!!! Couldn't wait to get you in my hands and make you pay for last match!!!" you yell. As you rears back for another kick, I use the momentum you gave me. Instead of pulling my leg away, I yank you forward, using your own grip on my boot. At the same time, I plant my other foot on your hip and shove with everything I've got.
Dadicus
you stumbles, overcommitted, and crashes to the mat. We're both up in an instant, a mirror of rage. As you rise, my hand isn't forming a fist... it's a spear. My fingers shoot forward, jabbing hard into your eyes.
Dadicus
"You did miss me, ahh?" I growl, my other hand already clutching the back of your head. I don't give you a chance to blink away the pain. I drive your face-first into the nearest turnbuckle pad. The THUD!! is sickeningly satisfying. I don't even look at my corner. I just slam my hand against The Gladiator's outstretched palm. TAG!!!.
Dadicus
"Kid! Let's teach this fucker a lesson!" Andy is slumped, disoriented from the turnbuckle shot. I stalk toward you, the fresh energy from the tag surging through me. I hook your legs, wrapping them around my waist, and lift. Your dead weight, but I get you high enough that your head dangles between my legs. I lock my arms around your torso, securing you in a precarious, vertical position. I glance at The Gladiator, an unspoken command. To my surprise... and a flicker of reluctant respect... he gets it immediately. He bounces off the ropes behind me and launches forward, a flying dropkick that smashes square into your exposed face. The impact jolts through your body and into mine. Using that momentum, I torque my body backward. My arm is already hooked under the back of your head, as Gladiator send a super kick right into your chest and face... as I fall, I pivot him through the air. It's a seamless transition from his super kick into a devastating back suplex. Your body crumples to the mat with a final, heavy crunch, the wind utterly knocked out of you. I get to my feet, looking down at your heaving chest. I spare a glance at The Gladiator, who's looking back from the apron. "Not bad," I concede, the words gruff but honest. "Now don't mess this up." I step over the ropes, letting the cool air outside the ring hit me, and take my place in the corner. My eyes are locked on Andy, waiting to see if he can even get up.
Andy Veteran
I don't hold back and drive the hard tip of my boots deep into your... "FUUUCCKK...!!!"... as you yank your leg and push your other boot against my hip what makes me fall over it and I crash on mat... I roll quickly to my feet full of rage... "You dirty.... AAAARRGHH...!!!"... as you poke my eyes and I turn reflexively away... SMAAAAACCKKKK... But you grab the back of my head and slam my head with a loud thud on the nearest buckle... DAMN....!!!! ... I hear the local fans laugh and cheer while my head is ringing and I'm looking for my bearings... I need to fight back immediately, or I am....
Andy Veteran
"Aaaaawwwgghh..."... suddenly I feel my legs grabbed and yanked away what makes me slide down the corner post and then you hook my legs around your waist... I'm dangling upside down your body and as I look through your legs I see The Gladiator climbing the ropes... What does he have in mind...??? ... I didn't realize, that the Tag was already made and before I know what happens... SMAAACCCKKKKKK... These dirty boots of The Gladiator strike my face with brutal force... My tongue is tasting blood as I get hoisted upwards... the world looks dark and foggy after that brutal kick and then... BAAAMMMMM... "Uuuunngghhh..."... The Gladiator sends a kick to my chest and next what I see is the ceiling and... THUUUUUDDDDD... FUUCCKKK.. with another suplex I hit the mat hard... People go nuts and applaud.... the ref reminds you for time running out to leave the ring after that double teaming action.... The Gladiator is the legal man... I squirm on mat, kicking feet in canvas... That was a hell of brutal onslaughts... my head still ringing from the violent shot... I slap hands on mat and try to crawl to the ropes to pull me back to my feet...
The Gladiator
As I recover in the corner, I see Dadicus taking control where I left off, delivering a huge over the head body to body suplex, watching the older vet crash to the canvas hard. 'That's it partner, work the old man over good'. I then watch as he stomps on Andy's chest, flexing over him. To my surprise, the old man has some fight in him and quickly grabs Dadicus's foot, twisting it and causing Dadicus to crash to the mat. Andy recovered fast from that suplex and yanked my partner's leg up. Dadicus twists and yanks Andy in, knocking him off balance. Both manage to scramble up fast and then Dadicus jabs his fingers into Andy's eyes. 'That's it partner, own the old man' but deep down, I think it is a pretty dirty move. Hot, but dirty.
The Gladiator
Then without warning, Andy's hair is grabbed and goes face first into the turnbuckle where I am standing. 'That's it! Dadicus suddenly slaps my hand and tags me in, saying "Kid! Let's teach this fucker a lesson!" I leap over the rope into the ring and slide in hard, driving my boots into Andy's bod as he dangles in Dadicus' arms. Dadicus snaps Andy up like dead weight. I get up and see a huge opening, spin and deliver a huge thrust kick to his chest and chin as he is lifted high off the mat. Was hoping the kick would knock him back to the mat but Dadicus does not even stagger. The big man tosses Andy back like a he is tossing a bale of hay with yet another suplex. Crowd going nuts as Andy crashes to the mat hard.
The Gladiator
I see Andy slam his fists on the mat. planting his hands on the mat, he starts to crawl. I walk up beside him, leap up and DROP a huge leg drop to his back, driving him to the canvas. I get up fast. 'Ya like being face down on the canvas, don't ya old man'. I scramble up fast and press my foot on the back of your neck, rubbing it back and forth, grinding your face into the canvas over and over. 'That's right pops, KISS THE CANVAS'. I reach down, grab your arm and drag you near my corner as Dadicus exits the ring. Once near our corner, Istep over your bod, drop my ass to your and yank your arms up over my squatting knees. I grab and hook your chin, locking on a camel clutch. I look at Dadicus as I YANK back hard on Andy's chin. Looking at Dadicus, 'Does this meet with your satisfaction, huh Dadicus? I can bring the pain too!' I yank back a bit more on Andy's chin.
Andy Veteran
I'm close to the ropes when I'm suddenly feel an impact on my back... "Oouuuffff...!!!"... That young and sexy muscular wrestler Gladiator dropped his leg on my back... ggggrrrrr.... my left hand grabs the ropes as he is back on his feet and... "Aaaaarrrhh..."... presses his foot on the back of my neck, forcing me to kiss the canvas... people laugh and cheer for that American dude... I moan out and try to get out of that hold but you grab my arm drag me close to the corner with Dadicus waiting and then you put me in a tight and painful Camel Clutch bouncing in my lower back and pulling my chin back... "Aaaannngghhh..."... DAMN... What a series of brutal impacts... these shots and holds wear me down... I breathe hard and think about a way to break free... these two guys weaken me strategically and alternately and I need to get free from that hold or I'm done in a few...
Andy Veteran
What to do...??? ... My situation is difficult. At least my arms are not fully blocked by The Gladiator's thighs and so I wiggle and shake until I get some space for my arms and then with the energy that is left I send my elbows into your sides as hard as possible, trying to get you off me and come back in that fight. The Camel Clutch is well done and I struggle hard to fight for my goal.
The Gladiator
I feel you squirming in the camel, slamming my sides as hard as you can. I barely feel it. I grab your hair, pull you out of the camel clutch, slamming your face into the mat...ONCE..TWICE. Then I reach out to Dadicus. 'He's all yours big man. Take him apart!'
Andy Veteran
Gladiator slams my face on mat... once... twice... and I moan out... I hear him calling his partner Dadicus to take over... DAMN... I can't stay down and push my hands on mat to get up to my fours... I see Gladiator reaching out for Dadicus and with a burst of energy I slam my forearm between his legs but the tag is already made and Dadicus ready to re-enter the ring... I struggle to my feet and though I'm pretty battered from all these shots I run across the ring falling in ropes re-bounce and run at Dadicus as he enters the ring and then I leap off trying to great him with a cross body splash when he enters the ring.
Dadicus
I watch from the apron, my hands on the ropes. The Gladiator has you locked in the camel clutch, yanking back on his chin, talking trash to me. For a second, it almost looks competent. Then I see Andy squirm, his arms working free. The elbows slam into The Gladiator’s sides.. once, twice. The kid barely flinches, but the damage is done. He releases the hold, grabs Andy’s hair, and slams your face into the mat with a sickening crunch. "He’s all yours, big man. Take him apart!" As The Gladiator turns to step and tag me in, you drive a forearm up and between The Gladiator’s legs. A hard cheap shot that makes The Gladiator stumbles against the ropes with a sharp grunt, one hand flying to his bulge, his face contorted in pain. I hit his shoulder tagging my self.
Dadicus
My focus snaps back to you. you are sprinting to the opposite ropes, bounces off the rebound, and launches yourself at me in a desperate, airborne cross-body splash. I see it coming a mile away. My arms come up, and I catch you clean across my chest, absorbing your momentum. you hangs there for a split second, surprised, before I pivot my hips, shift your weight, and drive you down hard in a vicious scoop slam. Your body bounces on the canvas, the air blasting from your lungs.
Dadicus
I’m on you in an instant. I grab both your ankles, hoist your legs up, and spread them wide apart, putting your vulnerable center on full display for the entire arena to see. "You want to play dirty? Let’s play dirty," I snarl down at you. I look over at my corner. The Gladiator is still hunched over, cupping himself, wincing. I jerk my head toward the top turnbuckle, a clear, brutal command. "Get up there! Now! He’s wide open!" I keep Andy’s legs parted, holding you in place, a perfect, helpless target. My eyes lock on The Gladiator’s going up.
Andy Veteran
The way across the ring and after the rebound back is probably too long... Dadicus stands fully prepared in the ring and as I leap off for the cross body splash... "FUUCCKKK..."... he catches me midair and sends me to the mat with a vicious scoop slam.... BAAMMMMMM... what makes my body bouncing on the canvas. I roll in pain and kick feet in mat. My attempt to come back in the fight failed and now I'm so much battered from all these shots... easy prey for the submission specialist Dadicus.
Andy Veteran
While I'm still squirming on mat Dadicus grabs both my ankles and rolls me up with legs spread wide apart. "Aaarrrhh... Fuuckk... Nooo.... What are you doing...!!!???"... I yell and complain but unable to kick my legs free... you offer my vulnerable crotch to your partner The Gladiator... my nuts now easy target for him to retaliate the low blow I gave him seconds before.... "Noooooo... Noooooo... Don't do it guys....!!!!", I scream in fear while people laugh and cheer for The Gladiator to jump off the ropes.
The Gladiator
in the corner, nursing my nuts from the forearm to my boys as I slide out of the ring, groaning. I mutter, 'mother fucker gonna pay for that. I look at my partner and scream 'CRUSH the fucker'. I watch as my partner catches and almost power slams Andy to the canvas. The whole ring shakes from the impact. Dadicus grabs Andy's ankles spreads them wide and instructs me to "Get up there! Now! He’s wide open!". It takes me a few seconds to realize he wants me to do. I climb the ropes even though my boys still ache a bit. I leap and SLAM into Andy hard with a BRUAL elbow to his nuts. 'Payback's a bitch, BITCH!
The Gladiator
I hit the canvas and quickly roll back out before we get counted out. As I get up, I see Andy wracked with pain, groaning and grimacing. I love every second of it.
Andy Veteran
"AAAAAAAAARRRGGHHH...!!!"... that jumped elbow to my balls sends jolts of pain through my nuts, body and brain... It's over...!!!... I'm fucking stunned and hurt from that shot.... Dadicus and The Gladiator destroyed my command center... my jewels... my will and ability to resist... that brutal shot makes me moan and gasp in pain and for the moment I'm just a plaything... an easy victim for Dadicus to play around with.
Dadicus
Andy is a wreck, writhing on the mat, his hands cupping his groin. The Gladiator’s elbow did the job, but it’s my turn to finish it. "Not done with you," I growl, stepping forward. I grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up and back. your eyes are glazed, your mouth slack. I drag drag across the canvas, and position you in the middle of the ring. I lift your head, forcing it between my legs, your face inches from my crotch. My arms hook around your waist, and with a single, brutal motion, I hoist you up and over my shoulder, your legs landing on my thighs as I hook your arms... followed by your chin . The Gory Special is locked
Dadicus
your back bends, your body forming a perfect arc, your face twisted in pain. I reach down, my fingers digging into the side of you mouth. I keep you suspended there, your body a twisted, humiliated display for the entire arena. "Look at you," I taunt, my voice a low, cruel purr. " Let’s see if you can handle a little more." I glance over at The Gladiator, adjusting his package I tighten my grip on Andy, my fingers digging deeper into your jaw in a grotesque smile.
Andy Veteran
Still clutching my hurting balls I feel someone grabbing my hair and then I'm pulled up and dragged to the center of the ring... I howl in pain as my head ends between these strong muscular legs of Dadicus and suddenly... "Ooouummmfff..."... I'm hoisted up over his shoulder, his hand grab my chin and then... "Aaaaaaaaarrrrnngghhh...!!!"... I'm bent painfully in the Gory Special Submission Hold... I howl as loud as possible... I see the audience upside down and hear the people laugh and chant... suddenly you slide your fingers in my mouth... I try to complain... "Noooooo... aaawwww... stoobbbb...", but your fingers muffled my voice and I can't call you to stop the action properly... DAMN.... What a dirty and humiliating hold... I'm on full display for the horny crowd, humiliated for their pleasure...
Dadicus
"You’re a fucking joke, Andy. A broken, pathetic joke," I snarl, my voice dripping with contempt as I keep you suspended in the Gory Special, your body a twisted, humiliated display for the entire arena. I parade you around the ring, your legs kicking uselessly, your body jerking in pain. The crowd roars, their chants a cruel symphony of laughter and mockery. You’re their entertainment, their plaything. And I’m the one giving it to them. "Look at you," I growl, my fingers digging into your mouth, muffling your pathetic attempts at resistance. "All fucking broken. Can’t even stand. Let’s see if you can handle a little more." I keep you bent, your body a perfect, humiliated arc, and I make sure the entire arena sees it. Then, with a sudden, brutal motion, I extend my hand, signaling The Gladiator. He’s been waiting, his eyes locked on you, his body tensed with anticipation. "Tag in, kid. Let’s finish this."
Dadicus
My other hand, the one that was holding your chin, shoots up and down, a vicious, sudden jerk that flips you over my shoulder. Your body arcs through the air, and I use that momentum, to slam you down with a devastating powerbomb. Your back hits the canvas, the impact shaking the ring, the air blasting from your lungs. "There you go, Andy. A little taste of your own medicine," I sneer, standing over your prone, broken form. My eyes locked on The Gladiator. He’s already moving, a predator going for his prey.
Andy Veteran
My back stretched, my body twisted, you torture and taunt me while the people cheer and The Gladiator watches with awe how you treat me. I hope this torture will end soon but you remind your partner and call him to tag in. I moan with muffled voice as you suddenly flip my body over your shoulder and whit a sickening thud... BAAAAMMMMM... my back hits the mat. I arch in pain and see you standing over me, ready to welcome your partner for some double teaming action or to hand my beaten body over.
The Gladiator
Immediately after the tag, I leap up in the corner to the top rope. As soon as Dadicus delivers the powerbomb, I leap and fly, coming down hard and fast with a huge body splash on your prone bod. Your bod and the entire ring shakes from the impact. I quickly hook your legs up and go for the pin. the room erupting with cheers with everyone on their feet. Dadicus places his foot on my back and flexes. It feels like the ref could count to 100 and you'd still be planted on the mat.
Andy Veteran
Dadicus went out of the way in last minute as The Gladiator comes flown with a huge body splash and... THUUMMPPPPP... "UUNNGGHH...."... smashes my body deep into canvas... I spray some spit as his full body weight hits my body. My legs hooked for the pin and people jump to their feet. The ref drops to his knees and slaps the mat for the count... "ONE...!!!"... as Dadicus places his foot on The Gladiator's back more in a victory pose than to help him pinning the German... "TWO....!!!"... I twitch and moan, trying to kick out... but my body weak and exhausted like a wet sock...
The Gladiator
Keep you held down, rolled up in the pin as Dadicus show boats, flexing. The crowd on its feet cheering.
Dadicus
Before the referees hand slams to three I see him stop. My boot is planted on The Gladiator’s back, my arms flexed for the crowd... a perfect, dominant victory pose. The roar is deafening. The count is at two. It’s over. He looks up at me, his face stern, and chops his hand toward the corner. "Out! Get out! Only one legal man!" The crowd’s cheers twist into a wave of confused boos. My own triumph curdles into instant, white-hot rage. The count was there. The pin was there. Victory was there. I step off The Gladiator’s back, my muscles coiled tight. My voice a venomous hiss as the ref’s hand starts again. "One..." "You little fucker," I snarl at him. "Two..." the ref counts, pointing to get out. I don't wait for the rest. I turn my back on the scene and storm to my corner. I vault over the rope with controlled fury and drop to my corner, my hands gripping the ropes so tight the cable bites into my palms. I watch, seething, as The Gladiator keep Andy's shoulders down. My showboating cost us the pin.
Andy Veteran
I clench my teeth desperate, my strength obviously too weak to kick out and break the pin... but there is no third slap of the referee's hand on mat... instead the ref starts to shout Dadicus for staying in the ring together with his partner. ... I breathe in relief. The Gladiator seems confused too, at least the hold of my legs loosens a bit and with a new attempt to break free I kick out as hard as possible and get free. I'm still weakened from all the hits and treatment but not done! I roll to the ropes and grab ropes starting to pull me back to my feet. The referee stops The Gladiator from attacking my body before I'm back on my feet. I turn around and hiss at the Gladiator: "You gonna pay for that bro!" ... And then I push off the ropes, walking in a big circle, still a bit unsteady on my feet but full of anger. I come closer to the Gladiator and lift my hands for a lock-up but then I kick my boot in his abs!
The Gladiator
I had kept the punk rolled up for at least a 10 count. I am wondering what the fuck is wrong with the ref. I feel Dadicus remove his foot from my back but I keep Andy rolled up as I head Dadicus and the ref screaming. Andy eventually kicks out, Andy starts to get up and just as I am about to attack him the ref interferes. It seems like the ref is taking sides in the match. Andy gets to his feet. Pissed, I decide to take no prisoners. I see Andy circling, slowly coming in closer. Andy kicks out hard at my abs. I catch his foot. I then sweep his other foot out from under him, slamming him on his back. Reaching down, I grab his other leg and spread them wide. with an evil grin, I leap up and drill my knee into your bulge. OOOOPPPPPSSSY. I quickly backpedal to my corner and tag Dadicus back into the ring.
Andy Veteran
I deliver one of my famous kicks with my long leg but probably I'm too much weakened and too slow as suddenly.... "FUUCCKKKK...!!!", The Gladiator catches my foot before it hits his abs... I hop on my standing leg trying to keep balance but... SWEEEEPPPP... "Aaaaarrhh..."... that dirty young guy sweep kicks my left leg out from under me and I crash on my back. I push both hands on mat trying to... "Noooooo... nooooo...!!!"... and wave quickly with my left hand as I see what you are going to.... "AAAAAARRRRRRRHHHH... MY BAAAALLLLSSS..!!!", I scream in pain after you came down with a dirty and vicious knee drop on my bulge. You let my feet go and run away looking for help with your partner but I can't get up quickly. I cover my balls with my hands and roll on mat in pain.
Dadicus
The second my feet hit the canvas, I’m moving. Andy is a writhing heap, hands cupping his ruined jewels, utterly defenseless. Perfect. Each step is deliberate. I plant my boot behind your knee, pinning your legs my hooking them over mine. Before you can even scream, my fists come down like pistons on the small of your back... thump. Thump. THUMP!!!. Hammering the fight out of you. My hand snakes into your sweat-slicked hair and yanks your head back. A guttural cry tears from your throat. My other hand finds your jaw, fingers digging into the hinge. I lean back, my core flexing, and pull. Your arms, flailing weakly, are caught and wrenched behind you, trapped against our locked legs. Your body contorts, folding into a grotesque, human pretzel. This isn’t just a hold. It’s a sculpture of pain. I drop back to a seated position, using my weight to lift you completely your spine bent in a vicious arc.
The Gladiator
I watch on, appreciating my partners brutality. 'Work that back...show him what real pain is all about'
Dadicus
The Dominion Rack. But worse. Modified. Crueler to put you on full display as I toy with your body. Your head is pulled down, your face now buried against my sweaty bulge. I can feel you panicked, hot breaths through my gear. I increase the pressure, pulling your head down further, bending your torso down even more as I lift my hips and make you taste my bulge. The tendons in your neck stand out like cables. The ref scrambles over, his face a mask of concern. He slaps the mat near your ear. "Do you give up?! Andy, do you submit?!" your response is a strangled, wet gasp. I answer for you. My free hand moves to your chest, fingers finding a hardened nipple.. I twist. Hard. "Give up?" I hiss, my voice low and venomous, only for him and the ref to hear. "You know this move. You know how it ends. Last time, you tapped. This time, I might just break you in half." I lean back further, arching my own back, increasing the strain on his locked limbs and torqued spine. There’s no escape. No wiggle room. Every fraction of an inch I pull you deeper is a lightning bolt of agony. The familiar move that beat you once is now his now your reality again
The Gladiator
I look on with admiration..my eyes bulging. 'FUCK...what a hot submission move! FUCKIN BRUTAL'. As Dadicus stretches Andy out, making him drink in Dadicus' man scent... and then Dadicus starts to work Andy's nips, I notice that Andy is starting to harden. 'Ya like that, don't ya bitch. Ya like being controlled and humiliated, don't ya Andy!
Andy Veteran
I turn my head left and right fighting the pain in my beaten balls as Dadicus makes his way into the ring. I take a deep breath and try to recover soon enough but before I'm able to roll to my fours this dirty guy catches my legs and twists them around his own, preparing me for a kind of surfboard hold. I try to hide my arms but ... "UUUNNGGHH... AANNGGHHH..."... you work my back and then you grab my hair and yank my head back, rolling me backwards until you reach my arms and secure me tight and painfully in your Dominion Rack... "UUUNNGGGGGGHHH...!!!"... I moan in pain and sweat a lot... my chest stretched and arched, back on fire but it's not over yet....
Andy Veteran
The ref checks my state and asks me if I submit... A long and painful moan leaves my mouth and just as I'm ready to submit Dadicus shoves my face humiliatingly against his bulge and under his ass... "GGRRMMMPPFFF... III FIIIFFFF...", I try to submit but my voice is muffled, people go nuts and laugh, the tall German fucking viciously twisted and bent... my arms and hands locked under your legs as I slap the back of my hand wildly against the mat.... tap tap tap... trying to signal my submission and to bring the referee to the point to end this brutal fight....
The Gladiator
I look over waiting to see if the ref calls for the submission and the ref calls for the bell. Then I leap in the ring, suddenly yank down Andy's gear. The ref bent down hitting Dadicus, telling him to release you but he keeps the hold locked on. I grab your already hard cock and start to stroke you... mercilessly. I stroke fast.
Dadicus
The bell’s echo is drowned out by the roar of the crowd and the ragged, gagging sounds coming from you. The ref is screaming in my ear, hands shoving at my shoulders, but his words are static. The match is over. This isn’t. I keep you bent and locked, my body a cage of muscle and leverage. Your hand slapped the mat. You submitted. You’re mine. I see The Gladiator shove the referee to the side and then move beside us, his hand reaching your briefs and there’s a rough tug, and your gear is yanked down. His fist wraps around your cock and starts moving, fast and punishing... each downward stroke slamming at the base of your balls. A dark pride swells in my chest. Finally. He gets it.
Dadicus
The ref’s protests are a fly buzzing against a wall. I lean in closer, my breath hot against your ear. “You hear that, Andy? The bell. You lost. Again. Now you belong to us.” With my free hand, I tug my own waistband down. I guide myself past your spit-slicked, resisting lips until I feel the head hit the back of your throat. Then I push deeper. I set a brutal, piston-like rhythm, fucking your face with the same ownership I used to break your body. Each thrust is a punctuation mark on your defeat. My other hand balls into a fist and I drive it once, hard, into your solar plexus. The air leaves you in a choked wheeze around me. “How does it feel,” I snarl, my voice low and venomous, my hips never slowing, “to be made into a fuck toy?” I glance over at The Gladiator, his hand a blur on your cock, his face a mask of focused intensity. The crowd is a wave of sound, but all I hear is the wet, strained rhythm of my own hips and your choked gags. This is the real victory. Not the pin. Not the belt. This. Your complete and utter surrender. “Don’t you dare stop,” I growl at The Gladiator, my eyes locking with his. “Make him finish. Let everyone see what he really is.”
The Gladiator
I relentlessly stroke...keeping up the pace. 'Cum for me...I mean us...jobber! shoot your jobber load...all over your abs and chest. You were a fool to take us both on...and now you pay up'.
Andy Veteran
My hand blocked by Dadicus leg. I can't move it well and I'm in panic the ref doesn't realize my plea to beg for mercy... but finally he sees the back of my hand tapping the mat and he signals to end the fight... DING DING DING.... Dadicus and The Gladiator defeat Andy and win this special bout. I'm waiting that they release me but it doesn't happen. My brutally bent back remains folded between Dadicus legs as suddenly somebody yanks my trunks down and my cock pops out of my gear. ... DAMN... That's probably that young fucker The Gladiator who... "HHHMMPPFFFFF...!!!", grabs my cock and starts to stroke it, really rubbing the skin down from my cock... I feel my balls boiling as he strokes me... but it gets worse...!!! ... Suddenly I feel Dadicus wiggling and moving his hip until... "Naaahhh... GGGRRMMMPPFFF...!!!"... DAMN... he rams his rockhard cock into my mouth face fucking me with his tool while my head and back is bent viciously... my eyes water... I gag on your cock and spit drools out of the edges of my mouth... The Gladiator doesn't stop his dirty jack-off-torment and it lasts not longer than two minutes and.... SPLAAAAAAASSSHHHHH.... my cock explodes splattering my cum all over my arched chest and abs.... People chant and applaud... the two Wrestling Champs tear the German challenger apart...
The Gladiator
I watch as you finally shoot all over your abs with a little hitting your chest. "yeah...that's it... spray your jobber load for the audience to see. They can look up at the large screen projecting the match in the room. The cameras getting a close up of your cock...as you submit by emission too.
Dadicus
The vibration of your gagging throat around me is better than any championship belt. Your submission was written in the frantic slap of your hand, but this... this wet, choking surrender... is the real trophy. I keep my hips moving, a deep, relentless rhythm that pushes past your resistance, each thrust hitting the back of your throat with a dull, satisfying thud. I feel your body convulse a different way. Your back arches against my legs, a spasm that isn’t from pain. My eyes flick down past my own pounding hips just in time to see it. SPLAAAAAASSSHHHHH… Your cock jerks in The Gladiator’s fist, painting thick, white streaks across your trembling abs and chest. A dark, triumphant laugh rumbles in my chest. “There it is,” I grunt, my pace never slowing. “The jobber’s final salute.”
Dadicus
I look over at The Gladiator, his hand now slick and shiny with your cum. “Don’t stop,” I command, my voice rough with exertion. “Keep edging that fucker. Work him until his cock is raw and red. Make him really squirm. Make him pay for every cheap shot, every ounce of disrespect.” I feel a warm, sudden ribbon of my own pre-cum release deep into your throat. I tense, stopping my hips for a brutal second, holding myself buried to the hilt. I don’t let it out. I hold it there, a denied promise of my own finish, a threat of what’s still to come. “You feel that?” I hiss, my fingers tightening in your neck. “That’s mine. And you’re going to swallow every last drop when I decide you’ve earned it. But not yet. You’re not done paying.” I pull back slightly, just enough to let you gasp for a ragged breath, your face a mess of spit and tears. “Keep going,” I snarl at The Gladiator, my gaze locking with his. “He came once like a cheap trick. Make him do it again. He’s our toy now. We break him when we say so.” I shove myself back into your mouth, reclaiming the space, setting a pace that’s slower now, more cruel and controlled, a relentless punishment for a defeat that’s already complete but whose humiliation is far from over.
The Gladiator
I am about to stop when Dadicus tells me to continue...ruthlessly. I continue to pump, stroking. 'Shoot another load for me pussy'. I watch as Dadicus is about to blow and then to my amazement, he holds back. my eyes bulge from my face..my cock hard from his actual control of his dick. I pause for a second and then Dadicus snarls at me to continue so I start to stroke Andy again. Stroking faster and faster. Doing as Dadicus wishes...as I stroke Andy off. Just when he is about to blow again, I stop, denying Andy the opportunity to cum. I think to myself, lets see how Andy feels about not being allowed to cum.
Andy Veteran
The fight is over... but not the battle... not the torture... not the humiliation... After The Gladiator forced that orgasm from me I hoped Dadicus unloads his cum in my throat some seconds later and the pain ends for me... but I was wrong about that...!!! ... Dadicus, as the older and more experienced wrestler maybe kind of captain of that Tag-Team orders his partner not to stop but to edge my sore and sensitive cock more and more... I shake and twitch due to the pain and torture the Gladiator is delivering to me but can't avoid it... my arms and hands still blocked under Dadicus legs... I'm getting a lot of panic as Dadicus says that he isn't ready and I'm not done paying... he keeps his cock buried deep in my throat and I blow up more saliva... since my throat is blocked I blow a lot of it through my nostrils... The Gladiator laughs... then Dadicus pulls back slightly for a short moment... between coughing and sucking some air I try to beg for mercy but only a quick... "PLLEEAAAASS... GMMPPFFF..."... leaves my mouth before Dadicus shoves his cock back into my throat cruel and controlled... some of the guys in the audience open their zips and grab their bulges stroking without hesitation to the action unfolding in the ring...
The Gladiator
audience has been jerking for a while....stroking along with the action... even before the sexual domination started. Once I deny Andy the opportunity to cum....and let the orgasmic sensation subside, I start to slowly stroke again. 'You're my bitch, Andy...uummm..I mean...OUR bitch...
Dadicus
The choked plea that leaks from your mouth is just more fuel. “Please” isn’t a word that exists here anymore. I pull my cock from your throat with a wet, obscene sound, letting you gasp for a single, ragged breath of tainted air before I speak. “You don’t get to beg,” I growl, my voice low and absolute. “You get to take.” I loosen the Dominion Rack to let your tormented body crumple to the mat in a heap of quivering muscle and shame. My eyes lift from you and lock onto The Gladiator. There’s a new fire in him, a understanding of what this is really about. I reach out, my hand wrapping around the back of his neck, and pull him in. My other hand finds the hard line of his cock and gives it a firm, possessive squeeze. A low “Mghh” escapes his lips as I crush my mouth against his. It’s a brutal, claiming kiss, my tongue forcing its way past his teeth. My fingers dig into the flesh of his balls, a taunting promise and a reward all at once. I break the kiss as suddenly as I started. “You earned it,” I breathe against his lips, my voice rough. “Your prize.”
Dadicus
I release his cock and balls, turning my attention back to the broken man on the canvas. I grab your arms, wrenching them behind your back, and haul your chest up off the mat. You’re limp, defeated. I guide your head, forcing your face toward The Gladiator’s groin. Your lips are sealed tight, a last, pathetic act of defiance. The Gladiator understands. He doesn’t ask. He brings his cock down across your cheek in a stinging slap. Thwack. The sound echoes in the sudden hush of the crowd. Your resolve shatters with your pride. Your mouth falls open on a silent gasp. That’s all the invitation I need. I position myself behind you, my own cock slick with your spit and my pre-cum. I don’t push slowly. I drive forward, my thick, mushroom-shaped head spreading you wide open in one brutal, claiming thrust. A ragged scream is torn from your throat, but it’s swallowed by the ring of the ropes and the roar of the crowd. My hands keep your arms pinned as I bury myself to the hilt, my hips flush against your ass as I start to ram your ass.
Andy Veteran
My throat fucked rough and deep by Dadicus amazing cock and I gag and wretch on that thick veiny cock... but suddenly he pulls back and leans over to his partner Gladiator to make out with him and kisses him French style. My body crumbles on mat and then Dadicus positions himself behind my ass, grabbing my arms and invites The Gladiator to take my mouth. DAMN...!!!!... These dirty guys share my body and mouth like I'm a sex toy... and with a sudden thrust... "UUUMMPPPFFFF..."... Dadicus drills his cock to the hilt into my hole and shoves my wide open moaning mouth onto The Gladiator's hungry raging cock... my eyes widen in shock as I'm sentenced to get spit roasted between these muscular men... first men in audience blow their loads watching this amazing aftermath punishment...
The Gladiator
As I stroke Andy in the dominion rack, Dadicus suddenly drops him, forcing me to let go of his cock. Dadicus immediately turns to me, grabs the back of my neck and kisses me hard, passionately, sticking his tongue down my throat. I kiss him back, a bit surprised by the hot kiss. I moan and groan as he also works my nuts, grinding them, controlling my nuts in his grasp. As he lets go of my mouth he says 'you earned it, your prize'. I watch as Dadicus then pulls Andy back up, forcing his head down toward my big bulge. I push my gear down, step out of the briefs as my raging boner rests on my abs. I slap Andy's face with my alpha cock with a cocky grin on my face. Slapping his cheek. 'Open wide pussy'. Andy's mouth opens and I shove in hard and deep. Pumping back and forth, nuts slapping your chin as I thrust in and almost pull all the way out before thrusting in again. I watch on as Dadicus SPEARS and impales Andy on his cock, ruthlessly ramming his cock back and forth up Andy's ass. Andy's protests, grunts are silenced by my cock and the crowds roar.
The Gladiator
I enjoy spit roasting the jobber, Andy with the amazing Dadicus. I can't believe how hot it is. Pounding away, drilling Andy's throat. Dadicus leans over Andy's bod, grabs the back of my neck again, pulls me and starts to kiss me hard again. MPPMmppmhh. My cock oozing, leaking like crazy. Head spinning with sensations as I get my nuts rocked while almost breathless from the kiss from Dadicus.
Dadicus
The wet, rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh is the only music that matters now. The roar of the crowd is just white noise. My world has narrowed to the heat of his body around my cock, the taste of The Gladiator's mouth on mine, and the raw power thrumming through my veins. I break the kiss with The Gladiator, a strand of spit connecting us for a second before it snaps. My hips, which had settled into a brutal, measured pace, begin to piston faster. The sound changes... a sharper, wetter slap-slap-slap as I drive into you, our sweat mixing, the force of my thrusts shaking your entire frame as I push you into gladiators cock. My hand, moves to the globes of your ass. I bring it down in a sharp, stinging crack that leaves a bright red handprint on your pale skin. "Come on, you little fucker," I grunt, my breath going in and out "You like to take it, ahh? This what you wanted? To be our fucking fleshlight?"
Dadicus
My eyes lift, locking onto The Gladiator's over Andy's heaving back. The kid is pounding Andy's throat, his own face a mask of focused pleasure. Good. But not enough. "And you!" I snarl at him, my voice cutting through the carnal noise. "Is that all you got? After he humiliated you? After he fucked with your balls and called you a little bitch?" I punctuate each question with a deeper, rougher thrust, making Andy's body jerk. "I'm the only one who makes you a bitch. Now show me you mean it. Fuck his throat like you're trying to reach his spine." I lean forward again, my chest pressing against Andy's sweaty back my hand reaches around Andy's waist, my fingers digging in. "Don't just use him," I grunt, the command intimate and venomous. "Break him. Make him forget his own name. I want to see his eyes roll back before I fill his ass. Now. Do it."
The Gladiator
I look at Dadicus as he reminds me of how the match started out, taunts me about how Andy low blowed me, pressed his knee hard into my back while yanking back on my arms in a seated surfboard. Seething with rage as Dadicus throws it back in my face, I pretend not to let it get to me. As Dadicus taunts me, I pull out of Andy. Only to thrust in harder and pick up the pace a bit. I hold back a bit, grabbing my nuts and pulling down hard, almost edging myself. moaning as I pump.
Andy Veteran
I don't know where I am... Well, literally I'm locked and spit roasted between these two sexy and muscular Alpha Wrestler... but my mind, my soul, my consciousness is driving away somewhere between dreamland and an unforgettable nightmare... tears run down my eyes and face cheeks and drip on mat while your Alpha cocks split my ass and throat.. I can't say anything... I can't do anything but to suffer and to endure this... people moan in pleasure and excitement and more and more of their cocks blow their load... there is a heavy smell of musk, sweat and cum in the air and the room starts to spin Infront my eyes... Dadicus and The Gladiator show amazing endurance and power ravaging and abusing my holes and when they don't stop very soon they fuck my ass and mouth bloody with their huge tools...
Dadicus
The world shrinks to the heat, the sweat, the brutal rhythm of my hips. His tears mean nothing. His choked, muffled sounds are just the music of surrender. The smell of cum and musk in the air is the perfume of our victory. I feel the pressure coiling at the base of my spine, a tight, electric spring. My pace becomes frantic, animalistic. Hammering your prostate into your very core. With a final, deep snarl, I bury myself to the hilt and let go. Ribbons of hot cum shoot deep inside you, pulse after pulse, my release a final claim on your broken body. I stay there for a long moment, spent, feeling the last tremors fade.
Dadicus
Then, with a wet, obscene pop, I pull out. I ignore the ruined man collapsing between us. My focus is on The Gladiator. I lean in, grab the back of his head, and crush my lips against his in a dominant, possessive kiss. A taste of shared conquest. I break it just as violently. “Good,” I pant, my voice rough. I look at Andy “Now kiss my feet.” I don’t wait for a reply. My hand moves from Gladiators head to his jaw, turning his face. I pull him in for another, shorter kiss... a reward and a command bundled together. Then I guide his head down, to the sweat-slicked hollow of my flexed armpit. The musk of pure exertion is overpowering there. “Breathe it in, come on eat it... I know you want it” I command, my bicep bulging under his nose. The message is clear: the hierarchy is established. Andy is the toy. The Gladiator is the tool. And I am the master of both.
Andy Veteran
Dadicus cock hammers faster and faster in my sore hole really rabbity-style and then... "HHMMPPPFFFF...!!!"... he let go and I feel his juicy load filling my chute and lot of his cum runs out of my ass... with a wet obscene pop he pulls out and I collapse between these guys The Gladiators cock sliding off my mouth... Dadicus seems very pleased at least he calls the mess "Good" and commands me to kiss his feet... DAMN...!!! ... I hesitate but so much weakened and exhausted I have no energy to fight back or resist. With disgust I obey lean down and start to kiss his boot while The Gladiator makes out with him and ends with his face in Dadicus sweaty armpit. For a moment it looks like Dadicus dominated and defeated two guys in the ring as the only Alpha Master. People moan in excitement. What a dirty match!
The Gladiator
Dadicus responds the the aroma of sweat mixed with cum. He starts to fuck Andy hard and fast with the slaps of my balls hitting Andy's ass heard across the arena along with his grunts. He then empties his cum tanks deep into Andy's ass. After a short time of thrusting his hips into Andy's ass, dripping Dadicus' cum from Andy's ass, he suddenly pulls out. Without warning, Dadicus grabs my neck and pulls me in hard for a passionate and possessive kiss and pulling my rock hard cock out of Andy's mouth. I had started to hump Andy's mouth again as I prevented myself from shooting earlier, edging myself, building that pressure in my balls. Andy's mouth is suddenly pulled off my cock as Dadicus orders him to kiss his feet. Yanked in again for yet another kiss from Dadicus. Then my face is shoved in Dadicus's sweaty smelly pit. My raging cock needs relief but for the moment, I start to lick Dadicus' pit as Andy is shoved down to worship his feet. I try weakly to pull out of Dadicus's pit but his bicep holds my head in place as my senses are being overwhelmed by his man scent. My hard cock leaks a bit. As hot as this is, it is also pissing me off as it is utterly humiliating.
The Gladiator
I look down and see Andy complying with Dadicus's demand that he kiss and worship his feet...kissing his boot. I squirm but the scent is intoxicating as I slowly pull out of his pit, worshiping Dadicus's nipples and pecs, only to work over to his other side and work his other pit. Damn, he is one hot alpha male.
Dadicus
I watch as The Gladiator’s mouth works over my sweaty pit, his tongue lapping at the salt and musk, while Andy’s lips press against my boot... obedient, broken. My hand slides down The Gladiator’s slick abs and wraps around his hard, leaking cock. I stroke him slowly, possessively, a few rough pumps that make his hips jerk. “Good boys,” I growl, my voice thick with satisfaction. “But we’re not done.” In one swift motion, I release his cock and grab Andy by the waist. your still weak, pliant. I hoist you up, turn you upside down, and lock you into a tight packaged piledriver as The gladiator slaps your ass getting it all red then I drive your head straight into the mat with a heavy THUD. The impact echoes through the ring.
The Gladiator
my mouth wide open, in shock. 'DAMN BRUTAL', as I watch Andy crumble
Dadicus: “You think we were done with you?” I snarl down at your dazed form. I don’t wait for an answer. I grab you by the back of the neck and drag you toward the ropes. We pull you over the middle rope and hook both your feet to the apron as the Gladiator helps me hook your arms quickly, using the ropes to lock you in place, vulnerable. Then I step back, grab the gladiators arm and start flexing our glistening bodies for the fans to take a picture, my cum-smeared cock on full display for the roaring crowd.
The Gladiator
I watch as you drill Andy into the canvas head first. Then I watch as Dadicus drags Andy to the ropes. I rush over to help tie Andy up naked in the ropes, leaving him vulnerable. Suddenly Dadicus grabs my arm and yanks me up, raising my arm along with his in victory as we pose, flexing, both naked with hard cocks. Photos and videos recording it all. I move around quite a bit, trying out different poses. I drop to one knee, flexing near Dadicus, letting him soak up the praise, the ultimate alpha in the ring, with me taking the more submissive position.
Andy Veteran
The Gladiator's cock is leaking like hell as it slides off my mouth and bobs up and down while I'm forced to lick and kiss Dadicus boots... my Alpha and the Beta opponent make out for what I call a long time until The Gladiator sucks Dadicus' nipples. Last thing I remember is that Dadicus grabbed my legs and hoisted me up in a tight package with my head and neck dangerously pointing to the canvas... then all went dark and I can't remember anything well... I find myself moaning and suffering tied into ropes, awkwardly hanging hooked with arms over bottom rope, legs outside the ring, feet on apron... Phones flashes and take pictures from my beaten and shattered body while Dadicus and The Gladiator flex and pose for the stunned crowd.
The Gladiator
I look up at Dadicus, see him soaking up all the praise, all the adoration. I slide my arm between his legs and ram it up hard, driving a forearm hard into his balls. I repeated it 3 times as I see him start to crumble in pain. I swing my arm way back and up one more time. The impact lifts the big man off the mat as I stand up. 'You taunted me during the start of the match. Now its my turn to laugh'. I grab Dadicus by the hair and run his eyes and face across the top rope, not letting him recover from the multiple blows to his family jewels. 'How do ya like it now big man?'
Dadicus
One second I’m towering, flexing, the king of this ring. The next, a sickening, deep thud explodes in my gut... no, lower. My balls. "Mghh" The air leaves my lungs in a pained grunt. Before I can even double over, a hand fists my waistband, yanking me off balance. Another vicious, upward drive of a forearm. "AAGH!!" My hands fly instinctively to cup myself, a useless, pathetic shield. A third impact. "You fucker..!!" The curse is ripped from me, more a gasp than a threat. The pain isn't localized anymore; it's a supernova in my pelvis, radiating up my spine and down my legs. My vision tunnels, spotting with white static and then one more SLAM!!! right on my tender balls... My legs give out.
Dadicus
There's no controlled collapse, just a heavy, graceless crumble to the canvas. My back hits the mat, but I don't feel it. All sensation is concentrated in that searing, churning agony in my groin. I curl onto my side, knees drawn up, hands clamped over my battered jewels. My legs kick involuntarily against the mat, a spastic reflex to pain that has no outlet. Every breath is a ragged, sucking gasp that does nothing to quell the nausea rising in my throat. My face is contorted, a naked mask of utter anguish... eyes screwed shut, teeth bared. The roar of the crowd becomes a distant, mocking buzz. Through the haze of pain, a single, burning thought cuts through: The Gladiator.
Andy Veteran
Still struggling with my bearing tied awkwardly into ropes I hear suddenly another guy howling and then a loud and long lasting "OOOOOOOOHHHH...!!!"... from the crowd. What happened? I blink my eyes and try to turn my head. Dadicus is clutching his balls and then I see how his partner The Gladiator throws a low blow between his legs... "AAGHH... You fucker...!!!", Dadicus curses after that hit... DAMN... that's an interesting and surprising twist in that match... But... well done, I think for myself... after all that brutal pain this dude delivered to me... well... may he have some retaliation now...
The Gladiator
'Not so tough..so high and mighty, huh Dadicus'. With you near the ropes, I wrap my arms around you, snap you up and drop you nuts first on the top rope. I grab the rope and start to shake it up and down, brutally bouncing you on the ropes. 'Come on pussy, show me how tough you are now'. I shake the rope a bit more, grab your hair and pull you back into the ring, dropping you on the canvas.
Dadicus
The world is a blur of searing white pain and the rough hemp of the top rope digging into my battered flesh. "Mghh!... Aghh!" The grunts are ripped from me, thin and strained, as my body is violently bounced. Each impact sends fresh lightning bolts of agony from my crushed balls through my gut and up my spine. "Not so tough... show me how tough you are now" echo in my ears, but they're distant, muffled under the roaring flood of nausea and humiliation. When you finally pull me back by the hair and drops me onto the canvas, it's a relief and a new kind of hell. I hit the mat with a dull thud, my body curling instinctively around the epicenter of my pain. My hands are glued to my groin, a useless attempt to shield what's already been shattered. "Fuck you," I gasp out, the words barely more than a wet rasp. My breath comes in short, ragged intervals, each inhale a sharp stab. My legs kick involuntarily against the mat, a spastic, pathetic attempt to somehow move the pain away. It does nothing. Absolutely nothing. The physical torment is one thing. The betrayal is another, colder fire. I'd just claimed you. I'd made you a partner in victory, in domination. And you used that moment of perceived weakness... my guard down in triumph... to strike at the most vulnerable point. This wasn't a strategic move in a fight; it was a gutless ambush after the bell. Lying there, helpless, my vision swimming, one crystal-clear thought cuts through the haze: this isn't over. This pain will turn to ice. This humiliation will become fuel.
Andy Veteran
The Gladiator grabs Dadicus and hoists him up... but... not like partners do as a sign and pose of victory and triumph... but to drop him balls first on top rope... "Mgghh... Aghh!", I hear Dadicus muffled voice behind me... suddenly the ring ropes shake and wiggle... obviously somebody yanks and shakes them and that's the moment, my arms slide down the rope and I drop outside the ring on mat... I roll on floor and rub my sore arms, I stretch my legs and slowly... very slowly... I crawl a bit forward until I'm able to look from outside into the ring... The Gladiator standing in a pose of triumph inside the ring... Dadicus not to see... until I see his foot kicking on mat... my eyes widen in surprise... after these guys defeated and humiliated me... it's now a Alpha-vs-Wannabe-Alpha-Contest...
The Gladiator
I see Dadicus' gear on the mat and I quickly grab it. I walk over, kick him over to his chest and stomp his back 5x hard. "Gonna bring a world of pain to you fucker". I step over your prone bod on the mat, drop ass to ass. I reach over, grab your elbows and hook your arms over my knees and pull back hard on your chin. I lean in, kiss your cheek, then using my tongue, I lick your cheek as well. I whisper in your ear 'Your mine bitch'. You can feel my raging boner on your back as I pull back. 'Here, I picked this up. I think you lost it'. I shove your gear in your mouth. 'Tasty, isn't it'.
The Gladiator
I then pull back, tucking your head under my pit in a dragon sleeper. 'TIME TO SLEEP PUSSY'
Dadicus
The stomps come first... five jarring, heavy impacts that drive the air from my lungs and press my face into the canvas. Each one is a punctuation mark on my helplessness. “Gonna bring a world of pain to you, fucker.” His voice is a smug blade twisting in my ear. Then the weight shifts. He steps over me, and drops down, ass to ass. My arms are wrenched back, elbows hooked over his knees, my chin pulled taut in a vicious, familiar hold. The camel clutch. The kiss on my cheek... the wet swipe of his tongue after is pure degradation. His whisper is a poison in my ear: “You’re mine, bitch.”
Dadicus
I can feel the hard line of your erection against my back, a final, disgusting claim. Then, something coarse is shoved past my lips, gagging me. My own gear. The taste of sweat, vinyl, and my own scent floods my mouth. “Tasty, isn’t it?” he mocks. Before I can even choke, his arm snakes around my throat from behind, tucking my head deep into the heat of your armpit. The Dragon Sleeper. The pressure on my carotid is immediate, a cold, insistent star blooming behind my eyes. “TIME TO SLEEP, PUSSY!” Darkness starts to fray at the edges of my vision. The crowd's roar becomes a dull rush of blood in my ears. The pain in my balls is now a distant throb compared to the lack of air, the crushing humiliation. But beneath the pain, the gagging, the encroaching blackout, a single, cold coal of fury continues to burn. The darkness pulls harder. My struggles grow weaker. But that cold coal remains as I start drifting off.
The Gladiator
I keep the hold on tight, pulling you back in the dragon sleeper. The sweat and man scent from my pit mixing with the scent of your gear as I work the sleeper. I feel you slowing. I whisper 'Are you bone hard on the mat pussy? are ya gonna shoot your load?' As I say it, I feel you fading in the sleeper. I keep the hold locked on until there is no movement at all. I let go of your head, see it dangle in camel clutch. lean in and give you another hard kiss.
The Gladiator
Then I drop your body to the mat, only to reposition myself over you. I slide my arms under your pits and behind your neck locking on a full nelson while my hard throbbing cock rubs against your ass, into your crack. Probing for your tight hole, my cock finds its target. I whisper in your ear. 'Take it like the little bitch you are'. I press my cock in your hole, pressing through the sphincters and begin humping. I start to pick up the pace as you start to stir.
Andy Veteran
My eyes bulge out as I see The Gladiator cranking Dadicus in the tight Camel Clutch and the strong Dadicus gagging on his gear. People watch in awe how The Gladiator slows his partner down. As he releases the Camel Hold Dadicus slumps to the mat and... FUUUCCCKKK....!!!... The Gladiator takes Dadicus in a full nelson, reveals his throbbing cock and rubs it along his ass crack until he presses his cock in Dadicus hole... "OOOOHHHHH...!!!", people moan and watch with ragged breath... I feel my cock stiffen again although my ass is still hurting from the fuck I've suffered earlier...
Dadicus
Consciousness returns not as a light, but as a pressure. A deep, violating, stretching pressure. The world swims back into focus through a haze of oxygen deprivation and sheer, unadulterated rage. The taste of my own gear... sweat, vinyl is still thick on my tongue. What dominates every sense is you. Your weight is on me, a crushing reality. your arms are locked under my pits, your hands clasped behind my neck in a perfect, inescapable full nelson. My head is trapped, forced forward. I can’t move. I can barely breathe. And then I feel it. The hot, insistent press of your cock against my ass. The probing. The seeking. A whisper, hot and vile in my ear: “Take it like the little bitch you are.” The initial penetration is a white-hot lance of pain that cuts through the last of the fog. My body, limp and defeated, jerks involuntarily. A choked sound, half-gasp, half-snarl, escapes my lips. You don't stop... you presses deeper, past resistance, a brutal, claiming invasion.
Dadicus
Then you begin to move. A slow, grinding hump at first, then faster. The pace picks up, each thrust a ruthless piston stroke that jolts my entire frame. My muscles tense against the invasion, a futile resistance against the full nelson and the relentless rhythm. My fingers claw at the mat, finding no purchase. My breath comes in sharp, hitches "aghh ...gmhh... MGHH!" that match your thrusts. The humiliation is absolute, worse than the pain. To be used like this, in front of everyone, after being choked unconscious… But beneath the pain, beneath the degrading physicality, beneath the overwhelming weight of you, the cold realization that my cock is hard and leaking. My vision, swimming at the edges, fixes on a single point on the mat. The world narrows to the sensation of pleasure and anger, cold promise of retaliation. You might own this moment. You might think you broken me. But you just feeding my rage.
The Gladiator
I have the great Dadicus pinned face down on the mat. Having lost 2 matches to him in the past, this seems like sweet justice. I slowly pound your ass, enjoying every inch. Picking up the pace, the audience watching in shock. I grunt and groan as I slam your prostate. Whisper in your ear 'bet your loving every inch...aren't ya big man. bet your leaking on the canvas. I lean in, kiss your cheek, as I try to humiliate you further in the match.
Dadicus
The words slither into my ear, vile and hot. "Bet you're loving' every inch... aren't ya, big man?" Every nerve is on fire. The pain of the invasion is a bright, sharp line. The deeper, more shameful sensation... the jarring impact against my prostate with every thrust... is a betraying pulse of electricity that my body can't suppress. A wet patch of my own precum spreads beneath me on the canvas, a humiliating testament to it. The kiss on my... It's a brand of contempt. My face is pressed into the mat, my arms locked uselessly behind me in his full nelson. All I have is my voice. I twist my head just enough to spit the words through gritted teeth, each syllable dripping with venom. "Fuck you," I rasp, the sound choked by the pressure on my throat and the rhythm of his hips. "You... are going... to pay... for this." It's not a roar. It's a promise. Low, cold, and absolute. Each punishing slam into me hammers the vow deeper. This isn't over. This violation is being cataloged, every second of it. The taste of the canvas, the smell of your sweat, the roar of the crowd, the unbearable, betraying throb in my own cock... it's all being forged into a single, sharpened point of vengeance. He might own my body right now. He might think this humiliation is total. But he's just writing a check his body will have to cash. And I'm going to collect. With interest.
The Gladiator
I hear you threat..."You... are going... to pay... for this." I respond 'Maybe, but not today pussy'. I start to thrust harder... faster.., nuts slapping your ass cheeks as I pull back... almost out...just to drive my huge hard cock in deeper. my cock on the verge of blowing, seeding the big man. I hold back... moaning...knowing it won't be long now.
Dadicus
Every deep, driving thrust is a lesson written in pain and shame. My body arches against the full nelson not in fight, but in a pathetic, involuntary spasm as you hammer into me. The fire in my balls has dulled to a deep, sickening ache, a baseline of agony beneath the sharper thrust. My own cock, trapped and leaking beneath me, is a traitor, responding to each brutal impact against my prostate with a pulse of degrading pleasure. I can't twist free. I can't buck you off. All I can do is take it. And I do. My face grinds into the mat... my breath comes in ragged, punched-out gasps that sync with your rhythm. But my mind doesn't submit. It detaches. It watches from a cold, high place. It records the exact pressure of your arms locked under mine, the angle of your hips, your coke reshaping my whole... the sound of your grunts in my ear. It memorizes the feel of your sweat dripping onto my back, the smell of your triumph mixing with my defeat.
The Gladiator
Just as I start to blast my hot cum in your tight ass, I roll over hard to my back, hoisting you up over on top of me. my legs wrap around your core..my feet start to rub your cock hard while I keep you tied up tight in the nelson. I whisper in your ear, 'Cum for me... cum for your master...let everyone see you submit by your emission.' wanting to humiliate the big man...make him shoot his load all over his abs and pecs.
Dadicus
The sudden, brutal roll pins me beneath you, your legs like steel bands locking around my core. Your feet find my cock, already slick and straining, and the rough, demanding rub against the sensitive head makes my hips jerk involuntarily. The full nelson keeps my arms uselessly trapped behind my head, my chest forced open, completely vulnerable. Your whisper in my ear is a hot, taunting command. Cum for me... cum for your master... A surge of pure, defiant rage cuts through the dizzying pleasure. "FUCK YOU!" I snarl, my voice ragged. "THE ONLY BITCH HERE IS YOU!" I thrash against the hold, muscles bunching, but the position is perfect, and your leverage is absolute. Your feet keep working my cock, the pressure and rhythm relentless. My body betrays me. The tension coils impossibly tight at the base of my spine. "NO... NO... MGHHH... LET GO!" The plea is torn from me, a last stand of will against the oncoming tsunami. It’s useless. My back arches as much as the hold allows. A choked, broken cry escapes my lips as the orgasm rips through me, violent and utterly beyond my control. Thick, hot ribbons of cum burst forth, not onto the floor or your chest, but upwards, splattering across my own stomach and chest in a shameful arc. A final, defiant pulse lands on my chin. I collapse back against you, shuddering, spent, the physical evidence of my arousal painting my own skin.
The Gladiator
I hold tight as you spasm and shoot your load... seeing it spray up in the air and land on your abs and chest. 'That's it bitch...let everyone know I WON this match'. I quickly break the nelson, reach over, grab your right arm, pull it over your left shoulder while still pulsing my legs around your core. I cinch on a tight cobra clutch sleeper, using your own arm to cut the flow of blood to your brain. 'Nighty night, punk'.
Dadicus
The world narrows to a tunnel of pain and pressure. The hot, sticky evidence of my forced submission cools on my skin, a final layer of humiliation. Your taunt "That's it bitch... let everyone know I WON this match" echoes, but it's distant, muffled by the roaring in my ears. Before the last tremor of my climax even fades, you move. The pressure is absolute. Your arm, my own arm, is a bar of iron across my throat, crushing the life out of me from the inside with a cobra clutch sleeper. The world bleeds to a pinprick of light, then to gray, then to a deep, silent black. My body, already spent and violated, has nothing left to fight with. My struggles are just weak twitches, the last signals from a brain being starved. The roar of the crowd is gone. All I hear is the ragged sound of your breathing in my ear and the thunder of my own slowing heartbeat. Your legs are a constricting snake around my middle, squeezing out the last of my air. Your "Nighty night, punk" isn't even a taunt anymore; Consciousness slips away like sand through my fingers. The taste of my own defeat... copper and salt... is the last thing I know. But deep down, in a place your sleeper hold can't touch, a single, cold thought crystallizes in the dark: You put me to sleep. But you didn't put this fire out. I felt every second. I counted every breath. I memorized the exact angle of your hold. Sleep isn't surrender. It's just reloading. And then, nothing.
Andy Veteran
My mouth drops open as I watch The Gladiator fucking Dadicus with enormous energy. He keeps his former partner trapped in the full nelson and splits his ass with his cock. I'm still sitting on floor infront first row of the stunned audience. I shove myself backwards and lean with my back against the shins of an american fan who jacks off to this amazing action. I can't believe, what I see! Drool runs over my lip while I watch these Tag Team partners sweaty all over in the ring and then... "FUUCCCKKK...!!!"... The Gladiator rolls to his back with Dadicus on top of him... his cock standing rockhard pointing to the ceiling while The Gladiator brings his feet to the side of it and presses and rubs it... Dadicus moans desperated and the tip of his cock is leaking already... "OOOOOHHHHHH... AAAHHHHHHH...!!!"... people moan in excitement watching this experienced and strong fighter helplessly trapped in the full nelson hold getting a footjob until.... SPLAAAAAAASSSSHHHH... "DAAMMNNNNN...!!!"... like a fountain his cock erupts and sends waves of cum in amazingly high arches all over his body... and while I stop breathing, watching this amazing victory of The Gladiator... SPLLAAAAAASSSHHH... the fan behind me unloads and shoots his load over my hair, chest and legs...
The Gladiator
I roll the big man, Dadicus off my bod, get up, look down at him with a huge smile then a cocky grin. I step over him, FLEXING a double bi pose 
covered in sweat, sticking my tongue out. I lift my left foot, press it on Dadicus' left cheek, pressing his right cheek onto the mat. I take my foot off his face. My cock, RAGING HARD still...leaking. I sit on Dadicus's chest and give it 6 fast strokes. My cock erupts like never before. It seems like I shot over a dozen ribbons of cum all over the big man. I rub my cum and his cum together on his bod, all over his chest, abs, arms, pits, and shoulders. As a final humiliation, I take Dadicus' gear as my prize, leaving him flat on his back, chest heaving up and down for air, unconscious. I leave the ring, head up the aisle as Andy watches, mouth agape.
covered in sweat, sticking my tongue out. I lift my left foot, press it on Dadicus' left cheek, pressing his right cheek onto the mat. I take my foot off his face. My cock, RAGING HARD still...leaking. I sit on Dadicus's chest and give it 6 fast strokes. My cock erupts like never before. It seems like I shot over a dozen ribbons of cum all over the big man. I rub my cum and his cum together on his bod, all over his chest, abs, arms, pits, and shoulders. As a final humiliation, I take Dadicus' gear as my prize, leaving him flat on his back, chest heaving up and down for air, unconscious. I leave the ring, head up the aisle as Andy watches, mouth agape.
~THE END~
Published: 2026-06-21, viewed 126 times.
Kad Royce
2026-06-22 05:59I love the raw energy it gives off, it hits, it follows on, and you feel the tension rising with each exchange. The writing is super lively, very physical, almost nervous, with images that give the impression of being squarely at the edge of the ring. And then there is this mix of brutality, provocation and domination that makes it all super striking. It’s dirty, intense, excessive, but that’s precisely what makes it pop so much.
ChampXXX
2026-06-21 21:27Fuck that was a crazy bot match! A perfect lesson in dominance followed by a cum-inducing betrayal.
Dadicus
2026-06-21 21:42(In reply to this)
TY glad you enjoyed it!!!!