After a tense sauna encounter, Logan Hayes finds himself sharing a queen bed with his rugged Coach Grayson during the team hotel stay. The air crackles with unspoken tension as they both pretend nothing happened, but once the lights go out and the room falls quiet, Grayson’s hand settles on Logan’s hip in the dark.
During the quiet of Covid lockdown, 18-year-old Kyle finds his midnight runs at a lakeside track interrupted by a mysterious, zany stranger whose playful wrestling challenges awaken a deep hunger for real human connection. All characters are 18 or over. Chapter 3: Surrender.
During the quiet of Covid lockdown, 18-year-old Kyle finds his midnight runs at a lakeside track interrupted by a mysterious, zany stranger whose playful wrestling challenges awaken a deep hunger for real human connection. All characters are 18 or over. Chapter 2.
On the team bus ride to the first away tournament, stats guy Hayes sits up front with Coach Grayson. Their thighs press together the whole way while they review brackets, every bump and glance thick with tension from yesterday’s sauna handjob. When they arrive at the hotel, the rooms are messed up and they’re forced to share one bed.
A newbie university student to the wrestling club in UK, targeted by more advance athletes in the club, finally by chance, came across a golden chalice, and got his own back ...
Black Panther, the hero of his fans, meets young Brad for the boy's inaugural match. The Panther wants to give his people a taste of brutality over a young European type wrestler. The results are the most anyone could have expected. Black Panther's people can be proud of their defiler of white muscle men.
During the quiet of Covid lockdown, 18-year-old Kyle finds his midnight runs at a lakeside track interrupted by a mysterious, zany stranger whose playful wrestling challenges awaken a deep hunger for real human connection. All characters are 18 or over. This story to be rolled out in likely five chapters.
Nathan reflects on his first wrestling experiences with his neighbours, leading up to the backyard Saturday Mayhem sessions with the Bennett brothers. There is no overt sexuality in this story, only the implied intimacy that exists in wrestling between friends (as in bromance).
Steam, sweat, and naked bodies blur the line between team bonding and something far more charged. When the sauna empties out, Logan and Coach Grayson are left alone, heat thick in the air and tension impossible to ignore. One moment turns into touch, and touch into something neither of them planned but both give into.
Late Saturday night in the empty gym, Hayes massages Coach Grayson's tight shoulder and abs in his locked office. Things heat up when Grayson pulls his sweatpants down, exposing the thick base of his hardening cock and telling Hayes to massage lower.
BlackAlpha stepped past Delilah and advanced to center ring. He drew close to Phillip and started to say, “What the hell...?” before feeling his large forearms grabbed and pulled back. His attacker was strong and forced BlackAlpha to his knees before Phillip. He felt zip ties being wrapped around his wrists to hold his arms behind him.
The Ebony Hero released the Cocky Showboat's legs. He took a moment to pat his cock cage, feeling sticky pre-cum on his fingers. He wiped them on the golden Speedo that still hung around his neck. Then he pulled off the collar, bent down, and stuffed the moist gear into Danny’s mouth.
Danny snickered, as the Hell’s Kitchen fans booed the Amateur Bodybuilder’s Heel turn. Masters snaked his right hand inside the leg loop of Ronnie’s Speedo. It found the metal cage containing the former Champ’s 9” cock and balls. “Look what we have here!” Masters said gleefully, “You’re not BlackAlpha...."
Shy, stats obsessed freshman Logan Hayes joins the university wrestling team as an assistant manager and ends up alone after hours with straight Coach Grayson. Grayson is a divorced ex pro wrestler, all muscle and authority, and their secret late night sessions quietly blur lines neither of them planned to cross.
BlackAlpha marched ahead of his Coach. He paused at the top of the ramp way to take in the applause and unrestrained joy. The Ebony Hero was back. In a whirl, he flung off his gold robe then double bi-flexed for the audience, showing off his powerful 24” biceps and revealing his trimmed black armpit hair....
Instinctively, Masters hitched his body towards the top of the massage table and let his head dangle off the side. He now stared directly at Sal’s hard and thick cock head, inches away.
Sal looked out over Danny’s handsome face, his huge smooth chest mounds and cut abs, the mushroom head and shaft of his fat cock above the edge of the towel....
Ronnie positioned himself on the mat in front of Donald’s head, then surrounded his neck with his 33” quads. He pulled the Champ’s face forward until his lips brushed against Jackson’s sweaty Speedo-covered package—in a FACE-TO-CROTCH-SCISSORS—giving Donald a whiff of his manly scent. “Like that smell, Chump?” taunted the Ebony Hero.
A seersucker outfit so thin it leaves nothing to the imagination. A crowded elevator full of wandering hands. A massage room designed for watching—bright lights, floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and cameras. Brad is learning fast that at Milk Me Company, nothing is what it seems… and the Persian masseur behind that door may already know what he wants.
Livingston said, “Let’s tie you in place for your big moment. Wouldn’t want you to miss it.” The Champ fisted the long strands of dreadlocks and tied them like a shoe lace with a bow around the top of the ring post. The Champ forced Ronnie off the middle turnbuckle so his body slunk downwards, held up only by his dreadlocks and arms.
Livingston slowly squatted down until he straddled Ronnie’s hamstrings. He pulled down the back of the challenger’s Speedo and snaked his hand between Jackson’s thighs. His fingers surrounded Jackson’s smooth balls and he pulled them along with Ronnie’s 9” cut cock backwards until his ample manhood was exposed.
After hearing that he'll face the Amateur Bodybuilder Danny Masters in a contender match to take on the Champ Phillip aka The Blonde Alpha Sadist, BlackAlpha and Coach Stan reminisce about BlackAlpha's time in prison and his brutal 'stakes' match against the Ultimate Top.
“Mmmmppppphhhhhhh!” blubbered the former promoter as Gleason began to move his hips, forcing his hard cock forward, deep into Dawson’s throat, then back. Dawson’s eyes watered. Earl wasted no time in picking up his tempo, skull-fucking Dandy as his Bitch. His hairless balls slapped repeatedly into Dawson’s chin.
Dandy padded after Gleason down a corridor. He watched The Freak’s ass cheeks jiggle inside his tight white briefs. It was more than just Earl’s globes; his muscular hamstrings were cut as well. Dawson’s 7.5” cock twitched at the sight. He had never fucked Earl....
Former promoter Dandy Dawson admired his hairless 46” chest, 18” biceps and 32” waist. He double bi-flexed at himself, seeing his cropped dirty blonde armpit hair. His perfectly shaped 7.5” cock began to thicken in his briefs, pushing the pouch fabric forward. The outline of his mushroom head appeared.
Brad, the new Office Boy, is determined to do everything right. The athletic men at the Milk Me Company seem friendly, helpful, and very interested in him. When rugby captain Tony calls him down to the shipping department, Brad follows—never realizing how closely the entire building has been watching, or the charged encounter waiting downstairs.
He roughly kicked the former Champ’s legs apart and stepped in behind his ass before sliding his dick up and down through the lubed crack. Delwin nodded while continuing to skull fuck Samson. “This is where you fucking belong, Bitch,” Phillip snarled, as he SLAMMED his 8.5” hard dick into the former Champ’s hole. “OOOHHH!!!” moaned Samson....
As the once proud and Mighty Gladiator staggered backwards from the corner, his gray green eyes were glassy. Phillip pulled his face downwards and applied an INVERTED FACE LOCK. He pulled the white Speedo gag out of the Hero’s mouth, then knelt and dragged Samson’s bearded face and body backwards, before lodging his face in his armpit....
The pouch of the Bobby’s jock strap didn’t entirely cover his big smooth balls, which bulged out the sides. He cupped his package and flashed an even wider grin. “Biggest balls in the TSWF!” he announced, “Wanna see the blonde pretty boy tea-bagged with them?” The fans whooped and hollered, with some chanting “YES!”