Beads of sweat ran down my face and dripped off my chin, splashing onto the rugged tread as the loud thuds from my running shoes echoed around the brightly lit gym. The bright florescents beamed down into my eyes yet I still kept my gaze centered with the only movement being the slight bounce of my body with every strenuous step. My body felt like it was on fire, my lungs pulling in oxygen that burned in my tummy while the rest of the world melted into nothingness around me. I was almost there, almost finished, the numbers on the treadmill counting down one by one til there was almost nothing left. Every part of my body was caked in sweat, feeling it drip off my nose and run down my back in little streaks that painted me like a fish that had just made it’s way out of the water. The simple white t-shirt I normally wore clung to my body like a second set of skin, making simple wet ‘thwaps’ whenever I moved. My red and black basketball shorts swung from my thighs while something red slithered and wiggled beneath the surface like a red dragon waiting to take flight. A simplistic red thong, one that stuck between my cheeks and made my butt look way bigger than it actually was. Athletic spandex sinking into two framed cheeks and soaking up that sweat like a dirty rag being used to clean two wet balloons. Inside my head I was focused on the feeling of how it sat between my cheeks, how it slid up and down along my member and how it just barely covered my hole. It was meant for women, obviously, yet still it just felt RIGHT when it was pressed against me so sensually. Something about it just being there made the run much more stimulating.
I was almost finished, almost at the finish line, the numbers just about to hit zero as I sprinted to release the final bit of energy my body had been hanging onto when suddenly something snapped my from my haze and nearly sent me tripping over my own feet.
“Oh my god.. Are you.. You’re the champ here right?”
My head snapped to the side as my foot skidded along the rugged conveyor and my whole body jolted forward. I nearly fell face first into the LCD display as my hands quickly grappled with the edges of the treadmill. Finally I tugged myself upright, breathing heavy as I threw my feet onto the platforms along the edges, allowing the treadmill to slow to a stop. My head scanned the gym as I tried to find the person talking to me, taking in the sight of all the different men who clung to different areas of the floor in little cliques. The clanging of metal weights finally smashed against my ears like the sounds of a bullet as I fully exited the little runners high that I had going on. My arm came up, wiping the sweat from my brow and sending it cascading to the side. My lungs burned and my body ached while my entire form heaved with laborious pants. Finally I spotted him, someone I had never seen before, which was rare since I had been here for so long.
He was short but strong. His shirt clung to the hills and valleys of the muscles that sat just barely visible under the surface. It looked like he had purposefully bought something that was too tight, probably trying to show off what he had to make up for his lack of height. A little smirk appeared over my lips at the thought.
“Oh! Sorry I didn’t see you there. I am.” My voice sounded nonchalant, almost uninterested even though I had tried to pump some energy into it.
I could see the slight ghost of a frown that appeared over his lips when I said I didn’t see him but it was quickly whisked away by another enthusiastic smile that stretched over his lips. He just.. stood there for a second, not really saying anything as if he was waiting for me to come down and join him. It was slightly annoying but I knew it couldn’t be helped, pushing the stop button on the treadmill as I hopped down and stood in front of him. My eyes widened in slight surprise; I was average in height yet still I towered a good almost foot above him, though he didn’t seem bothered as he stood there with that goofy smile on his face.
“I’m honestly a bit surprised.. I expected the champ to be.. I don’t know.. Hmm.. More built I guess.” Was that the hint of a challenge I heard in his voice? No, it definitely couldn’t be. I had to have been hearing things from the slight exhaustion that was painting my brain.
“Built?” I said, my eyebrow cocking as I looked down at my body. I did kind of look like a string bean but to me it was always more about skill rather than just brute force. Most of my opponents had learned that too, the hard way.
“Yeah! Built. You know, muscle covered.. You hardly look like you could lift any of your opponents.” A little giggle ran from his lips and my eyes quickly narrowed as a soft smirk ran over my lips. Who did this little brat think he was? Who came into a champs gym and just instantly started to talk trash?
“Uh.. huh.. Well I assure you, I can definitely pick my opponents up. Normally slams are how I start most of my matches.” I was trying my best to hide my disdain but I could feel it leaking out like water dripping from a corroded pipe.
“Oh trust me I know. I saw how you slammed your last opponent around though.. it seemed pretty sloppy honestly. I’m guessing most of the people in this gym are rookies?” I could see his enthusiastic smile slowly exchange itself for a nasty little smirk and by now I was meeting his facial expression in kind.
“Do you think you could do any better?” By now all pleasantries had evaporated from my voice. “You seem a little short for wrestling. Actually.. are you even old enough to do this stuff? You know this gym is only 21 and up right?” My voice was soft and sensual, a taunting tone that was clearly eliciting a challenge.
“Pfft.. Course I am. I just turned 21 not too long ago. I honestly know I could do better, that’s why I came here.” I could hear all that confidence dripping from his every word which began to stoke some fires in me, sending light amounts of lust through my gaze.
“You know I don’t just take on every newcomer that struts in through the door.” I gave him an out.
“If you’re scared why don’t you just say that then.” He obviously didn’t take it.
“I’m not, just waiting for you to throw down the challenge.” I snickered softly, biting my bottom lip as I stared at him through eyes that beamed confidence; I didn’t get to where I was by being scared. My hands sat on my hips with my legs just barely spread. I looked as big as a bear and he looked like a cowering rat.
“Fine. I want to wrestle you.” I could see the slight tinge of red appearing over his cheeks as he broke from my gaze and found a particularly interesting spot on the floor to observe.
“Are you sure? You know I just ran right? You sure you don’t mind wrestling while I’m covered in sweat?” My voice at this point was fluttering around his head, poking at his confidence and making him regret this whole exchange; I could see it in the slight quiver of his bottom lip and the way his fingers tugged and fumbled at his shorts. The beautiful part though, he was already in my trap. He had to either plow forward or surrender his dignity. There was one thing a fool could never do, admit that they were wrong.
“I-I’m sure.” His voice faltered, sounding like a whisper being swept up by the wind.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you. I asked if you’re sure.” I could hear him plain as day, but a lion loved to play with it’s food.
“I’m sure! Fuck. Just go get in the ring damnit.” His voice dripped desperation which made my tongue trace my soft lips in a semi circle.
“Perfect! Honestly I’ve been needing some practice. Let me go find an announcer and a ref. If you want feel free to go get in something comfy and slide into the ring! Oh! I haven’t even asked your name. I’m Gage, and you are?” It must’ve caused him whiplash, the switch from my nasty dominant attitude to a sweet almost welcoming tone. I could see the slight surprise blossom behind his glimmering eyes as he struggled to say something.
“E-Eric.” By the time the name had slipped from his lips I had turned and made my way in the opposite direction. I waved over my shoulder, acknowledging him as I went off to get things ready.
I could feel the frayed edge of the rope run along my smooth legs as it bit lightly into the flesh and gave just the hint of some pain to go along with the excitement coursing my body. My fingers clung to the middle rope, curling around then wire as I slid into the ring. I spent an agonizingly long time bent over the middle rope, feeling it rub up between my legs like a caterpillar wiggling between my legs. My member was already beginning to harden as little darkened spots of excitement glistened over the soft piece of red spandex that clung to my sex like a set of second skin. My foot shimmied across the canvas as I finally slipped off the rope and stood at my full height. The canvas felt rough and dirty, like it had never been cleaned of the sweat and grime and blood that had once been dripped onto it.
The announcers voice boomed behind me, drawing a small crowd away from their workout machines as they looked on quizzically and wandered towards the ring. This wasn’t some scheduled match so I wasn’t expecting a roaring crowd, though a few onlookers was never a bad thing.
“Hello hello, is this thing on?” The announcer tapped lightly on the mic, causing a bit of static to flood the air. “WELCOME WELCOME ladies and gents! Tonight we have an impromptu match. It seems Gage has decided to entertain a complete newbie in the ring. Let’s see if he has what it takes!”
I looked across the ring, a small smirk settling in over my features as I saw the gaze and the open mouth that was staring at me from across the ring. Eric looked like a demigod who had been plucked from Olympus and thrown down to face me in combat as one final challenge before ascending to godhood. His body was chiseled, abs breaking apart his body like stones protruding from a wall. His biceps had veins crawling up it like snakes making their way up a mountain, protruding like mountains along a plain. He looked like he could bench press a truck right after squatting a star. He had strength in spades, yet skill? That part I doubted.
My fingers rumbled along the ropes as I walked along the edge of the ring. My eyes never left his body, scanning it as if I was a robot who had come to observe human life.
His thighs formed up against each other, muscles rubbing together over thick thighs that could break an oak log in two. In between those thighs sat something that had stolen my attention like a thief in the night. A thick bulge sat plastered against tight form fitting spandex, stretching the synthetic material to it’s limit and nearly causing it to be see through. I could see just about everything, a vein, the head, the bulbous balls that begged to be let free from the tight prison. The spandex was little more than pure white underwear. It didn’t cover his whole butt but it did cover a majority, making it look like two balloons that were wrestling for control behind him. It all nearly made a moan thread itself from my lips.
I begrudgingly pulled my eyes away, letting them travel up his nearly naked body before settling in on that picture perfect face. It was a simple head framed in locks of blonde hair that tumbled down his cheeks like golden waterfalls. It was a surfers haircut, long luscious hair that was clearly taken care of yet not styled particularly well. It hung just about shoulder length. I couldn’t wait to see how it looked when it was pulled taut by my fingers. His face was chiseled just like every other part of his body, jawline coming together in a tiny point. Blue eyes stared at me with disdain while pursed lips sat in an impatient line.
I finally reached my corner, turning on a dime as my eyes looked out among the new age gym. It was as white as heaven (thought the wrestling was anything but) and just as modern. Every inch of the space was spotless with only the scent of sweat giving the idea that this was a gym at all. Machines sat tucked into perfect rows surrounding a massive new ring that sat plain in the center. The ropes were as red as cherries, clinging tight to the metal corners. Red rubber turnbuckles barely covered the metal that protruded from the corner, giving an air of safety while offering none.
I finally snapped my gaze back to Eric and the ref stared at both of us through hard features before waving us to the center.
I strutted to the middle, pushing away from the ropes and Eric seemed to do the same. It seemed he had found his confidence on his way to the ring which made me even more excited, causing my member to stretch at the elastic fibers in my bottoms. We stood close, nary a foot between us as Eric looked down in disgust. His voice split the air between us first.
“A thong? You’re fucking joking. What are you? Some type of freak?” It seemed he had dropped the catty attitude from earlier and had replaced it with a much more dominant tone. I definitely wasn’t complaining.
“What’s wrong? You don’t wanna wrestle me when I’m wearing this? Afraid of what might happen to you?” I taunted.
“Pft. You’re literally skin and bones. I’m starting to think you’re the champ of losing. I was already unimpressed but this.. this is just pathetic. We’ll see how you feel about that thong when I’m flossing your fucking cheeks with it.” He nearly spat the words up at me.
“I’m going to have you repeat that little threat when I’m making you tap the canvas over and over again. Don’t worry, you’ll get a good look at this thong. A nice.. upclose.. look.” I nearly whispered the final words, leaning in and down so that my face was inches from his. My warm breath smacked his face and I watched his already rosy cheeks turn a shade that resembled the skin of an apple.
He didn’t have anything left to say, and neither did I. I could see his eyes running along the entire length of my form.
My face wasn’t framed with hair, instead nothing but the slight stubble of a hastily done buzz cut sat atop my head. Little glitters of gold shimmered from my head from the blonde pinpricks of hair. Some light stubble protruded from my cheeks and framed my jawline perfectly, giving an air of masculinity that wasn’t easily broken. Green eyes stared down into those baby blues while pink lips sat curved in a smirk. My arms weren’t anything particularly impressive, thin string beans that hardly looked like they could lift ten pounds, much less a person. The rest of my body was average, a simplistic six pack stretching across my tummy, giving some hills and valleys to the otherwise unimpressive form.
There were however hints of treasure hidden among this otherwise unassuming body; Thighs that were so thick they could have made just about anyone submit with just a simple squeeze, a bulge that dwarfed Eric’s like the size of the sun compared to the earth and finally a booty that swallowed that red thong with impudence; Those were the things that had made me the champ, that and skill of course.
I stood in my corner, arms slung over the ropes as the rugged wires bit into my pristine skin like the thorns on a rose; my teeth were chewing away on the inside of my mouth from the pain, holding back a sensual moan that had made it’s home deep in my throat. I could already feel my member hardening under the tight spandex, begging to stand at attention like a good little soldier. My fingers plucked at the ropes, trying my best to keep my mood in check as the announcers voice FINALLY boomed over the clean speakers.
“Alright ladies and gents! Let’s get this show on the road. Let’s see if the newbie has what it takes to finally knock the champ from his throne. And guys.. make this enjoyable huh?”
DING DING DING!
The sound of the metallic bell sent shockwaves through my excited heart as an electrical shock ran it’s ran it’s way up my already shivering spine.
I broke from the corner, pushing away from the safety of the metal post and warm turnbuckles, stepping out onto the rugged, bouncy canvas. Eric had already bounded from his corner, a confident smirk settling over his pretty features as he strutted to the center of the ring. He stood there, perfect hands open and floating in front of his body in something that resembled a sumo stance. His fingers slightly wiggled as if begging for me to come lock up and try myself against him. His muscled glistened under the fluorescent lights, shimmering like a chiseled diamond.
“What’s wrong loser? Come lock up with me. Let’s see who’s stronger. I wanna show everyone how pathetic the champ really is.” It seemed he had found his confidence in between our last talk and his walk to the ring. He was now eyeing me like a hungry wolf would eye a piece of meat.
I slowly slid forward. My own rugged hands floated in front of my chest like feathers fluttering in wind. I came closer and closer, my hands reaching for his own as our fingers nearly touched. I could see him sucking on his tongue with excitement, so sure of himself. Then.. I was no longer in front of him. I was as quick as lightning, stepping in closer to Eric and dodging right under his thick arms. My already sweaty body slid around his like an ice skater sliding across a rink. We traded sweat, my abs rumbling across his side as I stepped in behind him and glued my body to his. My arms wrapped around his torso as my muscles bulged to the surface. My fingers explored the hills and valleys of his defined abs before linking together in an unbreakable chain. My body was pushed firmly against his own as my already solid member ground tightly against his barely covered booty. I could feel the closeness, the spandex making it almost feel like bare skin was rubbing against bare skin. Our sweat mixed in between us, making a scent that assaulted my nostrils as I tugged him up off the canvas and displayed his perfect body like a trophy on a shelf. His back was suddenly crushed as I heard a pained gasp of air erupt from his lips. His stomach began to indent, the abs that had never been punished showing just how fragile they were. He was stuck in a reverse bear hug with his feet inches off the ground. His ass was still forced against my member which was indenting the tight white spandex. I sunk slightly between his round cheeks, and already I knew the embarrassment was setting in just because of his reaction.
His feet began to bicycle kick in the air as his cheeks lit up like a red neon sign. His muscled arms flailed in the air, searching for purchase while trying desperately to reach me. He stretched just about as far as he could yet I sat just out of reach of his anguished grasp.
“B..Bitch! L-Lemme down! M..mmgh…” His shaky voice was suddenly shrill as he spoke.
“How about you ask nicely and I’ll think about it.” I whispered, my hot breath running down the base of his spine as my arms squeezed tight against his broken abs like a boa preparing for it’s latest meal. I could hear another shaky exhale of air as Eric struggled to breath while he was held in the air. At this point I could feel my hard cock poking fully into his panties, sinking ever so slightly deeper in between his jello like cheeks. I could feel the soft flesh nearly sucking on my member as trapped moans sat stuck between my wanting lips.
“A..ack...P-Please..” His wimpering voice did naught other than egg me on as I tightened the hold.
“Well.. since you asked so sweetly.” My sensual voice flowed from my lips as I pivoted on my foot and went straight to the canvas.
Eric’s face smashed into the unforgiving canvas with a dull thud as his sweat covered body laid perfectly flush. I was now on his back, pinning him to the canvas as he began to slowly stir underneath me, trying to find purchase on the sweat soaked canvas. My fingers found his hair as I sat up straight on his back. We were butt to butt, with my jello like cheeks utterly encompassing his like a cheesy fondue. My fingers slowly tightened around those beautiful strands of hair, yanking and tugging as I moved my hips back and forth like a belly dancer performing a routine. My hard cock ran through the valley of his cheeks and the stimulating touch of spandex running across the full length of my member sent shivers down my spine. I could hear Eric sputter on the canvas he tried to find some words to speak but only ended up spilling moans into the air.
“U..Ughh..mmgh.. G-Get.. O-Off..”
I slowly tugged his head up, peeling that picture perfect face off the canvas as if I was peeling a sticker off a page. I could hear his maons become more shrill as his feet slowly began to kick like he was swimming through an ocean. I brought his head up inch by inch, leaning down as I did. My smirking lips sat just next to his ear as my sensual voice fluttered from my lips and wrapped around his brain.
“Thought I was just a skinny little loser? Well? Come on BITCH.. you want me off.. how about you MAKE me get off.” I ended my nasty taunt with a delicate kiss to his cheek.
I pulled back a tiny bit, letting my fingers wander through his matted hair and trace the length of his chiseled jaw. My fingers slowly clasped tight under his chin before cranking back and punishing his puny spine. His muscles did nothing to slow the flood of pain that overtook his body as I yanked him up so high that his face was nearly looking straight at the florescent lights. I could hear the croak of pain coming from his lips as his moans quickly became trapped in his aching throat. I shifted back slightly, letting my bundled up cock once again rest against his plush ass. I could feel his hands reaching back, swatting uselessly at my sides. He was trying to do ANYTHING for some type of relief but.. I just wasn’t feeling very merciful.
I shimmied my hips back and forth, letting my dick sink deep into the elastic spandex before coming back out. It was close to fucking someone with a condom, barely anything between me and my prize other than the soft layer of sweat soaked spandex. Every time my hips moved I could hear a light groan coming from his lips, I could see the redness growing in his face as he realized what exactly was happening.
“G..Get...mmgh… F-Fucking… S-Stop.. N-Not.. Fair…” He finally spit out some choked words as his body quickly got to work trying to relieve some of the pain.
One of his hands turned into a tight fist, slamming against the canvas and forcing small sweat beads to pop up into the air. His other hand reached for the red ropes which sat inches from his shaking fingertips. His feet thudded against the canvas like drumsticks smashing into a drum as the patter of thuds serenaded my perked up ears.
This continued for a few moments in stimulating silence with only the sounds of his groans and thuds filling the air. His spine was bent to it’s absolute limit, pulled til it resembled a twisted C with his eyes completely closed and his lips sealed in a pained grimace. It was picture perfect and I could hear clicks from people snapping pictures for promotional material. The ref was on his knees, nearly begging for Eric to give up while looking at him through concerned eyes. The entire time I had a wolfish grin painting my stellar features as I treated his spine to a feast of pain.
“S..S-Stop….” He begged.
“Fine.” I whispered, kissing his cheek once again.
A devastating boom filled the air, sounding like the final note to an extravagant drum solo as the canvas shook up and down. For a moment there was nothing but silence, not even the sounds of Eric’s groans filling the air anymore as he laid there laid out like a ragdoll. My fingers sat in his hair, no longer curled around any strands as I slowly rubbed his nearly unconscious face slowly and scrupulously. Eric wanted to be free of my disgusting camel clutch and so I had given him exactly what he wanted, I had smashed his face straight into the canvas.
The sweat and tears from previous matches quickly became soaked up by his dirty features as I treated him like a dirty dishrag not even worthy of being in the ring with me. Slowly I dragged myself to my feet, feeling the rough, wet canvas staining my soles as I pulled on the losers disheveled hair. Slowly, he started to come to as he followed my hand and slowly got to his feet. His eyes looked confused and distant, like he didn’t even know where he was, like he didn’t know that moments ago he had challenged me to a match.
“Come on. Get up bitch.” I whispered, guiding him to a standing position as he looked up his pointed nose at me. I looked down on him with a smirk, slightly shaking his head left and right as if I was trying to shake his hair from his head. His eyes slowly began to fill with realization and his arms began to rise from his sides. His hands softly hugged my hips as if they were begging me to stop, pushing ever so lightly on my body while simultaneously grabbing onto my pliable flesh.
“P-Please.. Please.. T-Timeout..” His lips uttered a pained plea as he looked at me through those glassy eyes. I could see the hint of tears behind them which made this even more delicious. I slowly guided his head forward, letting his nose and lips run along the full length of my sweat soaked abs. His nose indented into my tummy, sinking into the soft flesh like a ship sinking into a pool of jello. His lips rubbed along the sweat soaked skin, some of it going into his mouth and burning the back of his throat as he choked and gagged. His face just barely drifted past my rock solid member as the soft red spandex caked his cheek in sweat before suddenly he was trapped between my deliciously thick thighs.
My fingers ran down the full length of his back, feeling his punished spine shiver from my touch as my fingers danced around the waistband of his perfectly white panties. I slowly grabbed onto the waistband, pulling it up the length of his back as the elastic material began the painful process of sinking between his cheeks. His body started like a car and his hands began to slap pathetically at my thighs.
“S-Stop! THIS ISNT FAIR! STOP!” He squealed as he spoke while he grabbed at my cheeks, fingers sinking into the thick, plush flesh.
“What’s wrong? Any amateur would be able to get out of this move. Do you not like being between my thighs. Such a nice ass.. We should show it off.” The second the words left my lips I could feel the heat from his fiery cheeks flooding my thick thighs.
A small giggle slipped from my lips; I was going to make this so much worse for him. My feet began to cross one another as my thighs bore down on his head like two king cobras battling over their favorite snack. His head was like a coconut trapped in a vice as my thighs began to form up around his head. My muscle ridden thighs were no longer plush and soft but instead were like rocks being squished against his skull. I could tell he was in pain. His nails bit into my booty and pulled, separating my cheeks slightly and nearly showing off my sexiest parts. His hand slapped my ass and gripped my thighs, trying anything they could to get out of this devious grip.
“A...ARGHHHH!….MMGH!….S-STOPPPP!” His lips sputtered and screamed as the pain began to really set in.
He nearly fell to his knees; his legs felt like jello while they shook and twisted. His feet stomped on the canvas like a toddler throwing a fucking tantrum. It all made me smirk and giggle as my member hardened in my thong, running down the back of his head and wiggling along the back of his neck.
“Make me stop. Come on big boy.. Where’s all that fucking trash talk from earlier?”
My merciful side was beginning to set in as I bent over nice and slow, showing off my thick cheeks as they gobbled up my puny thong. My fingers traced down the edges of his butt before hooking softly around his thighs. My nose just barely pushed against the top of his ass and once again I could feel the heat from his cheeks wafting against my thighs while he struggled in vain. I began to lift with stenuous effort as a few grunts left my lips while I straightened, I flipped his around and suddenly his legs were running down the back of my shoulders while he clung to my head. My face was in a perfect spot, right between his thick thighs with my nose just barely nuzzled against his bulge.
His scent began to fill my lungs as the solid, covered cock stretched against my nose like a waterballoon pushed against a pointy rock. I opened my mouth, letting my tongue just barely lash out and push against his barely covered balls. The elastic material gave way to my command, bending down as my tongue pushed against the tight bottoms. I could feel his fingers grab tighter to my head as he hung on for dear life. His head hung low, clearly exhausted and in pain as sweat dripped off the bridge of his nose and crimson fluttered around the edges of his embarrassed cheeks. I kept playing with him, letting my tongue tickle him between the legs as his cock got harder and harder all the while I walked slowly around the ring, showing off my new boy toy. Finally though, all good things had to come to an end.
His cock was sitting full mast against my face, twitching softly in his panties as I leaned forward and dropped.
The effect was devastating. The canvas wiggled like it was the ocean in a storm while the ropes jiggled up and down as if they were stuck in a hurricane. I could hear a collective gasp from the crowd and the ref covered his mouth while everyone stood in utter fucking shock. A powerbomb. It wasn’t a move we normally used in the ring but it was something that was just the perfect amount of showy and flashy for a match like this. Eric’s back was already screaming in pain, now it was just weeping as he rolled back and forth on the canvas while clutching his spine in his fingers. His eyes were clamped closed with tears sitting just on the edges. His lips sat curved in a pained frown as small moans and groans of pain drifted from his lips.
My eyes weren’t really watching all that though; instead I was staring directly at that hardened cock, watching it twitch lightly beneath all that sweaty spandex. A bit of drool dripped off my chin as I stared for just a bit longer before pulling my lusting eyes away from my prize. I slowly walked around my downed opponent, throwing out little kicks and toeing his body as he laid there in a little heap.
“What’s wrong big guy? Having some trouble getting up? Have you had enough?”
“F-Fuck you… Fuck you dude.. N-Not.. F-Fair.. MMGH… G-God.. When I get up-” I didn’t even let him finish the words. I straddled him. I sat right on his chest and pinned him back to the canvas so he could no longer massage his aching back. He looked up at me, wiggling slightly beneath my weight as he struggled to get free.
“G-Get.. GET OFF! GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF!” He screamed it to the rafters, kicking his feet so hard that I thought he’d leave holes in the canvas.
I didn’t get off though, instead I slowly scooted forward, inch by inch til my hard member was pressed firm against his face. My scent flowed from the breathable material of my thong onto his face as I shifted forward just a bit more and let my balls sink over his lips. My hard cock stretched over the rest of his face, putting his nose right between where my cock and balls met. I could feel myself sinking down onto his face, smothering him in my bulge as he began to struggle with more vigor. He tried everything, punching the canvas, kicking his feet, bridging his body and pathetically pushing on me. None of it did anything though, all he did was increase my already maximized enjoyment. I began to shift back and forth, fucking his face as my dick twitched in my shiny red thong. I reached down, grabbing softly into his hair as I tugged his head up and forced him to look me in my dominant eyes.
“What’s wrong? Having some trouble bitch? Come on. It’s almost like you enjoy this. Do you like having another guys dick on your face? Huh? Does this feel good?” The more I talked the harder I got, til finally my full length was melting over his features while he just laid there and smelt it. Whenever he opened his mouth two spandex covered sandbags dipped inbetween his lips, making him visibly gag as he struggled to breath. I started to hump faster, increasing my tempo as my eyes began to shift to the back of my skull. My body began to shiver ever so slightly as I toed the line. I didn’t dare let myself cum just yet.. we still weren’t done.
In less than a second I turned completely around, my feet framing Eric’s face like a picture perfect photo as my thick cheeks melted on the losers nose. He sank deep into that red spandex thong as his nose just barely tickled the edges of my cherry. I shook my hips from side to side, nearly fucking myself with my opponents nose as sweat dripped from my chest onto his body. His dick was still twitching, so close to cumming. My own dick finally exploded, thick white ropes flooding my panties and causing the from the of my thong to be painted with a sickly dark crimson splotch. My head tilted back and my lips slammed open as a tiny moan flew from my mouth into the air.
“M..mmgh..”
I hunched forward, not stopping the rolling of my hips as I jiggled my cheeks on his pretty loser face. Every little movement from his comfortable face sent another shock through my system as he filled his nostrils with my disgusting scent. I could feel the light tears from his eyes begin to stain my cheeks as he broke into tears and sobs; the embarrassment had finally done it’s work. He laid there and sniffed me like a pathetic bitch before finally I felt and heard something that sent glee running through my system.
Tap.. Tap Tap.. Tap Tap Tap.
The quick little taps filled the air as he finally gave up but I wasn’t finished just yet. I knew why he was tapping. He was trying to save himself the embarrassment of admitting he enjoyed this. I stayed seat, shimmying my hips til I saw his cock do one final twitch and a deep gray circle began to expand around the front of his panties. His back bridged into the air as his arms fell to the canvas and stretched out fully. His fingers sat completely splayed and he looked nearly unconscious. The ref waved for me to get off of him, noting that he was completely and utterly done. I stayed seated for just a little while longer, posing for the crowd as I showed off my thick and extensive muscles before finally I raised myself up and stood above him with a beautiful smile painting my lips.
He looked unconscious, eyes closed with little tears streaming down his cheeks. His feet softly scrubbed against the canvas, not doing much else other than just drifting back and forth in slow tiny circles.
The crowd, after showering me in praise, slowly began to disperse and make their way back towards their workouts while I slowly stepped away and slipped between the cherry colored ropes. Someone else could get this trash out of my ring.
