Great story! Had my full attention in more ways than one! Sorry about the brutal loss and humiliation. Can’t wait to see what’s next for the American champ. Hope this loss hasn’t ended his career.
Scenes like this will have me cumming in my singlet. Love getting sweaty with another fit masculine smooth guy. Rip-n-strip is fun too! Use the sweat for lube. Nothing like burying my nose in those pubes or wet pits.
Part 1 of 4. After I became the USA professional wrestling champion a year or so ago, my manager suggested that I keep a diary of all my matches. The diary would help me to assess each victory (and hopefully zero defeats) and to improve my wrestling skills in order to hold the USA championship for as long as possible. He explained that it would be like keeping a scouting report of new wrestling tactics and styles, as well as on potential future challengers for my championship belt. This is my first entry about an international exhibition match. For the first time as USA champion, I signed for a match in London to face the new North African champion, the Egyptian Executioner, in a non-title, British-style, 5-round, no holds barred, one pin, submission, or knockout to win the bout. I had no good fight intelligence on this Egyptian opponent; only fuzzy rumors about the unconventional wrestling tactics that he used to defeat the former veteran champion from Morocco. Fast forward to when I stood face-to face with this new champion in the center of the ring to get the match rules from the referee: the Executioner was the most magnificent wrestling specimen that I had ever seen. Mocha-brown skin, shaved head, piercing green eyes, and every glistening muscle from his neck down his torso and arms to his legs was perfectly chiseled. At 6 feet 4 inches (1.95m) and 240 pounds (109kg), the Executioner was 4 inches (10cm) taller than I and about 30 pounds (14kg) heavier. I would have to use all my years of wrestling experience and technical expertise to defeat such a larger man. But I was feeling confident as the Executioner looked several years my junior and inexperienced.
Part 2 of 4. Round 1 was rather slow. The Executioner and I traded a series of basic throws and holds to size-up each other. His larger size gave him a leverage advantage, but I was throwing him off his game with my vast repertoire of wrestling holds and escapes. Neither wrestler caused much damage to the other in that opening round as the closing bell rang. As I turned to face him in round 2, I noticed about 2 to 3 inches (5-8cm) of the Executioner’s uncut cock was protruding up and out of his yellow Speedos. WTF? What weird wrestling strategy is this?, I wondered. We met in the center of the ring for a test of strength (that I would surely lose against this bigger opponent). With our hands clasped together above our heads and our chests bumping together, I quickly rolled backwards, planted my feet on his chest, and monkey-flipped him across the ring. The Executioner got up with a sly smile. We met for a second test and I monkey-flipped him again. When we locked up again, I was stupid and tried for a third flip but was met with his crushing knee to my chest, crashing me to the mat. The Executioner followed with a series of heavy knee drops to my chest and throat area leaving me choking for air in the center of the ring. The Executioner picked me up by the hair and threw me chest-first into the corner turnbuckle. He continued his relentless attack with a series of thundering forearm blows to the back of my neck and head. I was dazed and seeing stars. I could not be sure, but I thought I felt my white Speedos being pulled down to around my knees. The Executioner applied a loose full nelson on my aching neck, pressing me chest-first against the corner turnbuckle. Crazy as it sounds, but I thought that I felt him humping me; I could feel his cock grow harder as it slid up and down between my bare, smooth ass cheeks.
Part 3 of 4. The Executioner dragged me backwards to the center of the ring and tightened his full nelson grip on my neck. “Be prepared to submit, American pussy”, he growled in my ear. As he tightened the full nelson hold even more, I felt his 9 inch (23cm) cock penetrate my tight ass hole, sliding up and deep into me using our sweat as lube. What type of cruel wrestling hold is this? I wailed at the feeling of his cock’s big mushroom head finding my prostate. Within seconds, my 6.5 inch (16.5cm) curved cock was rock hard, pointing straight up like a rhino’s horn, and oozing precum. I had never felt such a combination of intense pleasure and pain at the same time. (This wasn’t wrestling!) To my shock, as he shoved his veiny cock even further up into me, I felt myself being lifted off the mat. I was caught in his feared flying full nelson submission-the same hold he used to become the new North African champion! I thrashed about like a trapped animal trying to break the hold, but I had no leverage with my feet not touching the mat. I could not escape his crippling submission hold! I was fading fast under the pressure of his full nelson as he thrust his throbbing cock deep into my guts. I knew I had to submit fast or face the humiliation of receiving his creampie or, worse yet, forcing me ejaculate involuntarily as he fucked me. But just as I was about to scream my submission, the Executioner let out a savage-like grunt. I felt his rock hard cock pulsating in me and shooting ropes of warm cum deep into my ass. At the same time, my hard, rhino horn cock exploded a gushing stream of cum across the ring. The crowd cheered wildly. He angrily released his full nelson grip without getting my submission. My limp body collapsed to the mat.
Part 4 of 4. The Executioner was not finished with me; he required my full and complete submission. He kneeled down beside me and applied a stretch muffler leg lock, lifting one of my legs across his broad shoulders and wrapping it around his neck. Again, I was partially lifted off the mat, my loose leg was dangling in the air. My legs were split wide open and I was defenseless. With his cum dripping from my gaping hole, the Executioner thrust his massive black cock into me again, furiously fucking me harder and deeper. With every thrust, his powerful cock hit my prostate; my aching rhino horn cock leaked clear fluid onto the mat. I felt as if my knee would break, so I frantically slapped the mat over and over, whimpering “I submit, I submit!” The referee tried to stop the fight, but the Executioner swatted him away like a fly. The crowd’s cheers went quiet as they watched the Executioner deliver his special wrestling submission hold for what seemed like an eternity. I continued to smack the mat, repeatedly crying out my submissions. “I submit! I submit!”, I screamed. The crowd shouted “Stop the match! Stop the match!”, but the Executioner did not care for my well-being; he pounded my tight ass without mercy. Finally, the Executioner threw his head back, let out an animal-like howl, and deposited another heavy cum load deep into my guts. He released the crippling hold and rose to an arrogant victory pose over my lifeless body. The stunned crowd went silent. Everyone could hear his evil laughter as he towered over me, his cock still throbbing and dripping cum. “Fuck you American pussy!”, he snarled. Thankfully, more referees came to my rescue, dragged me from the ring, and carried me back to the locker room on a stretcher before the Executioner ended my wrestling career forever. Later that night as I lay in agonizing pain in my hotel room, I wondered what the fuck just happened? I had never been in a wrestling match like that and never felt so humiliated. Not only did the Executioner beat me in only two rounds, but he fucked the cum out of me! I desperately needed to talk to my manager…
LeatherWrestlerUS (1)
17/2/2023 0:49Great story! Had my full attention in more ways than one! Sorry about the brutal loss and humiliation. Can’t wait to see what’s next for the American champ. Hope this loss hasn’t ended his career.
Gym6xwk (1 )
13/2/2023 21:48Scenes like this will have me cumming in my singlet. Love getting sweaty with another fit masculine smooth guy. Rip-n-strip is fun too! Use the sweat for lube. Nothing like burying my nose in those pubes or wet pits.
Gym6xwk (1 )
13/2/2023 21:40Hottttt. Love the description of the executioner not backing off
DenverWrestler (880)
06/1/2023 0:02Alex – when will be submitting another story? (Though it will be tough to come up with one as hot as this one!)
f4leglock (10)
10/3/2022 20:35That’s hot man!
Alex1992 (0)
10/3/2022 23:39(en respuesta a esto)
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed the story. More to come from the USA champion's diary...
Alex1992 (0)
10/3/2022 19:10Part 1 of 4. After I became the USA professional wrestling champion a year or so ago, my manager suggested that I keep a diary of all my matches. The diary would help me to assess each victory (and hopefully zero defeats) and to improve my wrestling skills in order to hold the USA championship for as long as possible. He explained that it would be like keeping a scouting report of new wrestling tactics and styles, as well as on potential future challengers for my championship belt. This is my first entry about an international exhibition match. For the first time as USA champion, I signed for a match in London to face the new North African champion, the Egyptian Executioner, in a non-title, British-style, 5-round, no holds barred, one pin, submission, or knockout to win the bout. I had no good fight intelligence on this Egyptian opponent; only fuzzy rumors about the unconventional wrestling tactics that he used to defeat the former veteran champion from Morocco. Fast forward to when I stood face-to face with this new champion in the center of the ring to get the match rules from the referee: the Executioner was the most magnificent wrestling specimen that I had ever seen. Mocha-brown skin, shaved head, piercing green eyes, and every glistening muscle from his neck down his torso and arms to his legs was perfectly chiseled. At 6 feet 4 inches (1.95m) and 240 pounds (109kg), the Executioner was 4 inches (10cm) taller than I and about 30 pounds (14kg) heavier. I would have to use all my years of wrestling experience and technical expertise to defeat such a larger man. But I was feeling confident as the Executioner looked several years my junior and inexperienced.
Part 2 of 4. Round 1 was rather slow. The Executioner and I traded a series of basic throws and holds to size-up each other. His larger size gave him a leverage advantage, but I was throwing him off his game with my vast repertoire of wrestling holds and escapes. Neither wrestler caused much damage to the other in that opening round as the closing bell rang. As I turned to face him in round 2, I noticed about 2 to 3 inches (5-8cm) of the Executioner’s uncut cock was protruding up and out of his yellow Speedos. WTF? What weird wrestling strategy is this?, I wondered. We met in the center of the ring for a test of strength (that I would surely lose against this bigger opponent). With our hands clasped together above our heads and our chests bumping together, I quickly rolled backwards, planted my feet on his chest, and monkey-flipped him across the ring. The Executioner got up with a sly smile. We met for a second test and I monkey-flipped him again. When we locked up again, I was stupid and tried for a third flip but was met with his crushing knee to my chest, crashing me to the mat. The Executioner followed with a series of heavy knee drops to my chest and throat area leaving me choking for air in the center of the ring. The Executioner picked me up by the hair and threw me chest-first into the corner turnbuckle. He continued his relentless attack with a series of thundering forearm blows to the back of my neck and head. I was dazed and seeing stars. I could not be sure, but I thought I felt my white Speedos being pulled down to around my knees. The Executioner applied a loose full nelson on my aching neck, pressing me chest-first against the corner turnbuckle. Crazy as it sounds, but I thought that I felt him humping me; I could feel his cock grow harder as it slid up and down between my bare, smooth ass cheeks.
Part 3 of 4. The Executioner dragged me backwards to the center of the ring and tightened his full nelson grip on my neck. “Be prepared to submit, American pussy”, he growled in my ear. As he tightened the full nelson hold even more, I felt his 9 inch (23cm) cock penetrate my tight ass hole, sliding up and deep into me using our sweat as lube. What type of cruel wrestling hold is this? I wailed at the feeling of his cock’s big mushroom head finding my prostate. Within seconds, my 6.5 inch (16.5cm) curved cock was rock hard, pointing straight up like a rhino’s horn, and oozing precum. I had never felt such a combination of intense pleasure and pain at the same time. (This wasn’t wrestling!) To my shock, as he shoved his veiny cock even further up into me, I felt myself being lifted off the mat. I was caught in his feared flying full nelson submission-the same hold he used to become the new North African champion! I thrashed about like a trapped animal trying to break the hold, but I had no leverage with my feet not touching the mat. I could not escape his crippling submission hold! I was fading fast under the pressure of his full nelson as he thrust his throbbing cock deep into my guts. I knew I had to submit fast or face the humiliation of receiving his creampie or, worse yet, forcing me ejaculate involuntarily as he fucked me. But just as I was about to scream my submission, the Executioner let out a savage-like grunt. I felt his rock hard cock pulsating in me and shooting ropes of warm cum deep into my ass. At the same time, my hard, rhino horn cock exploded a gushing stream of cum across the ring. The crowd cheered wildly. He angrily released his full nelson grip without getting my submission. My limp body collapsed to the mat.
Part 4 of 4. The Executioner was not finished with me; he required my full and complete submission. He kneeled down beside me and applied a stretch muffler leg lock, lifting one of my legs across his broad shoulders and wrapping it around his neck. Again, I was partially lifted off the mat, my loose leg was dangling in the air. My legs were split wide open and I was defenseless. With his cum dripping from my gaping hole, the Executioner thrust his massive black cock into me again, furiously fucking me harder and deeper. With every thrust, his powerful cock hit my prostate; my aching rhino horn cock leaked clear fluid onto the mat. I felt as if my knee would break, so I frantically slapped the mat over and over, whimpering “I submit, I submit!” The referee tried to stop the fight, but the Executioner swatted him away like a fly. The crowd’s cheers went quiet as they watched the Executioner deliver his special wrestling submission hold for what seemed like an eternity. I continued to smack the mat, repeatedly crying out my submissions. “I submit! I submit!”, I screamed. The crowd shouted “Stop the match! Stop the match!”, but the Executioner did not care for my well-being; he pounded my tight ass without mercy. Finally, the Executioner threw his head back, let out an animal-like howl, and deposited another heavy cum load deep into my guts. He released the crippling hold and rose to an arrogant victory pose over my lifeless body. The stunned crowd went silent. Everyone could hear his evil laughter as he towered over me, his cock still throbbing and dripping cum. “Fuck you American pussy!”, he snarled. Thankfully, more referees came to my rescue, dragged me from the ring, and carried me back to the locker room on a stretcher before the Executioner ended my wrestling career forever. Later that night as I lay in agonizing pain in my hotel room, I wondered what the fuck just happened? I had never been in a wrestling match like that and never felt so humiliated. Not only did the Executioner beat me in only two rounds, but he fucked the cum out of me! I desperately needed to talk to my manager…
TommieBoi1968 (4)
25/6/2024 9:45(en respuesta a esto)
AMAZING HOT story!!!!!! Thank you for sharing!!!