Muscles In Trouble
Established: 2024-03-03
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Where Bodybuilders and Muscleboys get Worked Over
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Joey_Duncan_OMalley: 
. I stand in the Center of The Academy Ring, microphone in hand.
. I stand in the Center of The Academy Ring, microphone in hand. "Hello everyone and welcome to The Inaugural Academy New Talent Showcase. Since our inception The Academy has tasked itself with developing the Superstars of Tomorrow. "
"Tonight, our former Head Coach, Mark Duke, faces off against a recent Academy recruit. A talented Dude named Jay."
"So without further ado let's bring these Studs out here...."
"Introducing first. ... He is 6' tall and packs an impressive 258 lbs of muscle on his sturdy frame. He is the former Head Coach of the Academy....MARK 'THE BULL' DUKE."
Mark_Duke: I rush through the thick red velvet curtain and into the spotlight at the top of the shirt entrance ramp to The Academy Ring. A select crowd of friends and Academy members cheers as I stroke a few poses to show off my physique for them and those live streaming...
I turn around and I pull on the waistband of my trunks
. The Bull logo 
on each upper thigh is positioned just right. My simple black boots 
and my gloves
complete the look.
. The Bull logo on each upper thigh is positioned just right. My simple black boots and my gloves complete the look. My Dog trots behind me. 
Tail wagging excitedly. I pass her off to a friend in the audience and enter the ring.
Tail wagging excitedly. I pass her off to a friend in the audience and enter the ring.
I take off my T Shirt and place it in my corner. Fully showing off my powerful body for the streaming audience as I look into the camera and smile.
I turn towards the entrance ramp and bounce on the soles of my feet as I anxiously await the entrance of my opponent...
Joey_Duncan_OMalley:
I smile and shake Mark's hand then raise the microphone once more ...
“And, introducing The Bulls opponent, at 5’8 and 185 hot pounds, from god forsaken Oklahoma, show some Academy love for JAY JOBBER!”
Jobber333:
I hear Joey introduce me. These are your friends, so it’s already feeling different from the bar. I jog down and climb between the ropes.
Just a pair of jeans and my Oklahoma cowboy hat. Barefoot. And, looking up at you across the ring.
Mark_Duke:
I smile at you appreciatively as you enter. You're Looking a bit more confident than our previous encounters and definitely looking sexier. I lick my lips with anticipation as the bell rings and I shake your hand "Let's do this Jay"
Jobber333:
We shake hands, and I notice AGAIN how big you are. How good you feel. And, how good you smell. Backing away, “After you Mark…”
Mark_Duke:
I begin to circle around you. Taking swipes at you with my hand trying to find an opening.. suddenly I lunge in. I grab your arm and try to pull you towards me and into a short armed clothesline....
Jobber333:
We start circling. You’re looking intense, not as though this is a casual practice run. At least you’re giving me the heads up early. You come flying in towards me, and grab at my arm. I’m able to slip out of your grasp and come back at you with my shoulder going for your abs…
Mark_Duke:
You use your speed advantage to good effect. You easily slip out of my grab and immediately drive a shoulder into my abs ... I flex in time to mitigate most of the force but it still gets me a bit winded and I take a step back, but before you can get fully upright again I lash out with a kick trying to hit you in the chest.. "Nice one Jay".
Joey_Duncan_OMalley:
I stand outside of the ring ready to enter should I be needed to count a pin
Jobber333:
You flex your powerful abs, and I’m not surprised I didn’t catch you. You’re far too strong, and it was probably far too obvious. You move away as I’m rising up, but surprise me with your big boot heading for my pecs. You get me, but I’m able to hang onto the ropes, and twist away before you can come back again. Instead, I take advantage of our being off center from one another and launch my own kick at your man killer quad.
Mark_Duke:
You avoid my kick with relative ease. Showing you've been learning a few tricks at the Academy you kick my thick thighs while I'm off balance . I step back, limping just a bit as I shake out my leg and then explode forward... Trying to drive my shoulder into your abs with a brutal spear ...
Jobber333:
I’m starting to move back in. To my surprise, my kick to your thigh had an effect. Something I need to capitalize on! You’re shaking your big leg, and I grin. Then, it’s almost like you were shot out of a cannon! Your huge shoulder SMASHES into my abs, and I land flat on my back! But, it doesn’t stop there - the impact actually pushes me up onto my shoulders and I land finally face down on the mat…
Mark_Duke:
I stand over you and flash a quick smile to the crowd... Then I pull you up to your feet trying to keep you off balance. I grab your head by a handful of hair and deliver a fist
Followed by another
Jobber333:
You stand next to me, I can see your huge boots. Then, you reach down and pull me up. You’re not helping me, you just want me standing! Then, you grab my hair, and a huge fist to my face. And, another! “Fuck, Mark!” I mumble as I roll over and start to get up on my hands and knees. I can see from your boots where you are, so I shoot my strong right leg out at your thigh again…
Mark_Duke:
Confident that I've got you reeling I definitely wasn't paying full attention. You use my cocky distraction to your advantage once again and land another kick to my thigh. Once again it doesn't debilitate but it does cause me to stumble back a few steps as I shake out my leg. I go back in knowing I can't let you recover. Trying to pull you back up to your feet to set you up for more punishment...
Jobber333:
You stumble back, but are almost immediately coming back for me. I’m up again, just trying to avoid you. You’ve shown me over and over you’ve got an incredible strength advantage. I’m not running from you, but you’re BIG. In a moment, I’m behind you again, and dive down for the back of your knees, hoping to take you down…
Mark_Duke:
You dodge with surprising agility and deliver a brutal chop block to the back of my knees. This unexpected attack combined with your previous attacks to my legs drives me forward as I try not to get driven to my knees... Unfortunately as I desperately try to maintain a standing position, the momentum from your attack drives me forward.. my forehead connecting with the corner turnbuckle. A sickening thud echos around the Arena. I stumble and try to turn around to face you.
Jobber333:
The gambit worked, even better than I’d hoped. But, I hear your head smash into the turnbuckle! I want to stop and check on you, but I know that’d really just annoy you. You’ve definitely stumbled, but are still sort of standing. I kick the back of your knees AGAIN, and then grab your big calves, hoping to get you into at least a hint of a crab…
Mark_Duke:
Once again you show a tactical fighters mindset. You know you can't stand against my power so you keep at my knees trying to take away my vertical base and reduce my ability to bring my power into play. Your kick to my knees starts to show an effect. I don't fall immediately, but I stumble forward and when I put weight on my knee I yelp in pain and fall onto my knees. My back towards you. I know I need to prevent you from building more momentum...
But your speed has definitely caught me off guard ...
Jobber333:
You didn’t even really let me get a grip on your calves before you’d moved away. I’m not surprised, but… with you, one of my biggest advantages is I have no idea what I’m doing. And, you can’t counter someone who doesn’t know what they don’t know. When you try and put some of your weight on the knee, you very nearly collapse and fall onto your knees. Your broad back to me. I feel like I’m taking advantage… I come up and STAND on the back of your calves, wrapping my arms around your head and neck. You showed me a sleeper recently…
Mark_Duke:
The 185 lbs on my already hurting legs makes me howl in pain. You immediately lock your impressive arms around my neck in a sleeper. You squeeze trying to cut off my air and blood flow, but I'm still with it enough to slowly but surely pull your arms apart and drive back with a backwards headbutt into your chest.
Trying to get you stumbling back so that I can use the ropes to get me upright once more. Definitely favoring my right leg.. I lean against the ropes and try to get a bit of a breather...gulping much needed air into my lungs as I shake out that leg...
Jobber333:
You cry out in pain, and I really feel bad. But, I stay on your calves, obviously causing the pain. Maybe I need a therapist… I’m squeezing your thick neck, trying to remember what you’d explained and showed me when you grasp my arms and pull them apart!!!
My god, you’re strong! What made me think this is a good idea?
Then, the back of your head smashes against my pecs, driving me back. Immediately, you’re using the ropes to get back up. Still going easy on your big right leg. I come back in, kicking it. And, again! Lucky for you I’m barefoot and not wearing my boots…
Mark_Duke:
You press your advantage and kick my leg once again. The pain makes everything go white for a moment, but instead of falling I use the pain to give me an adrenaline rush. I send an unexpected punch to your chest to get you gasping for air then I quickly scoop you up and deliver an over the knee (the left one) backbreaker.
Your body slides off my knee after the impact and I stand back up trying to alleviate some of the pain in my right leg. I look down at you "You thought I'd go down that easy Jay. You should know better."...
Jobber333:
To my surprise, you punch my chest! I move back and away, gasping for air. Before I can even start to do anything, you’ve picked me up! I’m against your broad chest, and then slammed across your good knee in a brutal backbreaker.
I’m trying to stretch out my back when you stand, towering over me before I can roll away.
“That wasn’t easy Mark! At all…”.
You’re not straddling me, so I roll away from you before you can do anything more. But, it feels like we’re back at square one…
Mark_Duke:
You try to roll away and I grab your leg to pull you back towards the center of the ring . "Where do you think you are going.?" I twist your leg and then drop an elbow just above your knee. "Here have a taste of your own medicine."...
Then I scramble back to my feet and grab for your ears trying to pull you back up to your feet. Throwing a punch into your abs to try to keep you off balance...
Jobber333:
You grab my leg and effortlessly pull me back to the center of the ring. What happened to the man who couldn’t stand a minute ago? You snarl something, and then twist my leg. And, then drop an elbow just above my knee with all of your 260 muscle packed pounds behind it, causing me to cry out!
“Damn it, Mark, this was supposed to be sparring, not beat up your date!”
You’re standing over me. Reaching down and grabbing my ears with an almost sadistic grin. Another big punch and I’m gasping for breath again, trying to figure out how to get away from you…
Mark_Duke:
Seizing my advantage and knowing I need to finish this, I quickly scoop you up to my big pecs and, biting back the pain, I run forward a bit and go for a running powerslam.
Unfortunately my leg buckles a bit and I'm unable to bring the full force to the execution of the powerslam. We hit the canvas and both of us writhe in pain. You arching your back and me clutching my knee and howling in pain...
"OOOOHHH FFFUUUUCCK"
Joey_Duncan_OMalley:
Sitting ringside watching this surprisingly competitive match. Making notes as the action has progressed and swung back and forth. Impressed by this Kid who is giving Mark more of a fight than anyone was expecting...
Jobber333:
You pick me up like I’m nothing, just another weight to toss around. I’m up against your huge pecs which, any other time, I’d be excited to tease and please. But, I know instinctively this isn’t going to end well.
You start running, and I realize you’re planning on literally slamming me through the mat! I try and lay loose, so maybe I’ll land a little better, but something happens.
We both hit the mat, but I’m not under you. I’m arching my back, and you’re clutching your knee. I hear you cry out “OOOOHHH FFFUUUUCCK”. And, I understand I have another chance.
Rolling to the ropes, I climb up, noticing Big C. ‘Good idea, thanks Sweetie,” I think to myself. “I’m sorry Mark.”
Then, I jump up, landing both feet on your abs! Hopping off, I turn around and do it again! Then, following your play book, I drop my elbow on your huge chest, reach down and grab your hurting right leg, and roll back up on you, holding your leg and thinking this might actually be enough…
Mark_Duke:
As I writhe on the ground you seize the advantage my poorly chosen move has given you. You hop onto my abs with your full weight as I try to recover. Your second hop blasts almost all of the air from my lungs and I gasp for air clutching my bruised abs. Sweating profusely as you drop an elbow into my heaving chest, making it even more difficult to breathe. I'm gulping in air but when you go to grab my wounded leg again. I wiggle and squirm and use my other leg to push you off of me. Pulling myself up on the ropes. Trying to catch my breath. Barely aware of where you are at the moment...
Joey_Duncan_OMalley:
Think to myself "Wow Jay is getting brutal with the Big Boy"
Jobber333:
You’re obviously a man born to be competitive. I’m not sure you’re even fully aware of what’s happening, but you’re aware enough to push me away with your good leg!
You’re pulling yourself up with the ropes, and the only thing I can think is to go back for your leg. You’re far too strong for anything else. I focus on your big quad, and then see you watching me with narrowed eyes.
I launch myself at you, but aim higher, my shoulder going for your abs that have got to still be feeling the effects of my jumping on you!
Mark_Duke:
I'm trying to collect myself when you show that tactical mindset again. You've got me limping around. Now you seize on your recent ab assault to keep me from being able to feed much needed oxygen to my muscles.
Your shoulder drives deep into my abs. The force of your hit drives me through the ropes and I tumble to the hard ringside floor.. huffing and puffing as I roll away and towards the metal barricade to pull myself up.
Trusting that your lack of that killer instinct will give me some time to gather my whits... Time I desperately need right now....
Jobber333:
You go through the ring ropes and out to the floor! If we were on tv, I’d jump down after you, probably with another elbow. But, we’re sparring, you called it.
Funny, but seems like another fight for my life with you! Instead, I follow you around the ring, but staying inside.
“Come ON Mark! I thought This Is What YOU WANT!!!”
I’m surprised you haven’t made a move to get back in yet, but I continue tracking you, waiting.
Mark_Duke:
I try to grin without wincing as I keep catching my breath and shaking out my leg.
"This is exactly what I want Jay. A fucking challenge... "
I start to stalk towards the ring. Limping slightly and clutching my bruised abs, but breathing much easier...
Then I focus my energy on my left leg and jump forward diving back into the ring. Trying to get back to my feet before you can capitalize on my momentary disadvantage...
Jobber333:
You tell me it’s EXACTLY what you want! You turn and move towards the ring. But… you’re looking almost dangerous as you come back.
I can see you're in a pain. You’re limping and holding your abs. Suddenly, you jump and dive into the ring!
I’m surprised, and actually back away from you rolling in! As you start to stand up again, I realize my mistake.
Before you can do much, I rush back in, my shoulder heading for your midsection again.
Mark_Duke:
The pain from your attacks has tears of pain welling up in my eyes, but even through my bleary eyes I see you coming.
I flex my weakened abs and that helps prevent me from taking the full force, but it doesn't do anything to stop the momentum behind the move.
I'm pushed back hard, gasping for air a bit, as I stumble. I hit the ropes again and struggle to right myself... I pull myself along the ropes and work to catch my breath. Sweat pouring down and dripping from my chin...
Jobber333:
I’m able to make the hit! I’m actually surprised you’re letting me through your defenses, even knowing you’re hurt some.
You fall back against the ropes, and try pulling yourself away from me. Sweat is pouring down from your big body, and part of me wants to start licking it up.
All in good time... don’t distract myself.
I move behind you again, reach up and grab you by your neck, trying desperately to pull you down to the mat…
Mark_Duke:
You roughly grab my neck and display impressive power. You swipe my leg and then pull forward on my neck. Throwing me roughly to the mat.. I wince in pain grateful that you struck my left leg... I roll trying to get away from you...
Jobber333:
You go down, which is probably more luck than any talent on my part. But, then, you try and roll away. I jump down, splashing onto you, and appreciating the grunt as my solid 185 pounds squashes you down.
Immediately wrapping my arms around your neck, and spreading my legs wide to give me a reasonably stable ride on you… I lock my arms around your thick neck again.
I don’t think you’ve got the space, with me laying on your back, to pry my arms apart again. “Come on Mark! This is it!!!”
Mark_Duke:
You've got me in a very vulnerable position. I don't struggle much knowing that you can't finish me from this position.
I use my arm strength to prevent you from fully locking in the sleeper
"I'm not done yet Jay. You're gonna have to do a bit more to take me down.".
I'm weakened enough so that I can't just pull your arms apart, but still strong enough to prevent the hold from being more than a means to control my movement... At least for now.
Jobber333:
You’re just so big and strong. Exactly what I get off on about you is preventing me from giving you that challenge you crave!
You’re not really struggling, but you are using the power in your big arms to keep me from locking in the sleeper fully.
All I can do is ride your broad back. You tell me you’re not done yet, but you’re not taunting me like you’ve done before. There's a measure of respect in your tone.
This is going to be hard, you’re a lot bigger, but… I maneuver around you, holding on to the sleeper, and get my leg under you. Once I lock my ankles, I start SQUEEZING you!
“Here’s more Mark! Big legs squeezing you now. How's it feel Buddy…?”
Mark_Duke:
You lock in your ankles. Your thick legs squeezing tight. I wince and can't hold back a yowl of pain as you squeeze away. I stop trying to pry your arms apart but I know can't let this go on for much longer... I drive an elbow backwards trying to connect with the bridge of your nose... Then I begin to throw a devastating series of punches to your knees.
Desperately summoning my strength reserves in hopes of getting you to break this hold before it does any more lasting damage to my aching midsection...
"Got too confident and too close Jay. Gonna make you pay for that".
Jobber333:
You actually cry out as I squeeze you. I know my legs are strong, but I really wasn’t expecting to be able to do much more than hold you. Apparently, I can, and I SQUEEZE.
I’m just able to dodge your elbow as you try and hit back. But, then, you start punching my knees! This is bad… I try and somehow squeeze you even tighter, but then you’re taunting me again. And, your confidence is clear.
I squeeze you, but I’m just hearing you say you’re gonna make me pay for that…
Mark_Duke:
You're a bit thrown off and I use the opportunity and my sweaty body to pry your legs apart and slide away. I struggle to get back to my feet... Trying to catch my breath...
Jobber333:
Even with everything we’ve been through, your power is still awe inspiring! You’re able to actually pry my legs apart and squirm out!
Every single time I think you can’t physically impress me more, you manage to!
You get back to your feet, and I know I need to do something now. I might be telegraphing my moves, but since I don’t know what I’m going to do, I don’t see how that can help you!
I charge at you! Full on in an effort to take you back down! Then, I get up and splash back down, trying to take you out again!
Mark_Duke:
You wrap your arms around my waist and perform a pretty good side suplex takedown. I hit the mat harder than I expected then you don't waste a moment as you perform a devastating body splash.
Your solid 185 lbs crushing me and driving all the air from my lungs. I twitch involuntarily beneath you as you seem, a bit surprised by how successful your move was.
I'm barely moving as you look down on me starting to brim with confidence... I moan in pain as I gasp for air.
Joey_Duncan_OMalley:
I'm a bit surprised by what I'm seeing. The Bull has really been taking it hard from Jay... Didn't expect to see Jay being this dominant.
Jobber333:
I don’t know why, but things have just come together for me this time with you. You’ve worked to show me some things, but none of it makes sense to be able to have this much of an advantage over you.
But, your big, hard body feels pretty great under me. I slip back towards your legs, and then get them on my shoulders and lift, your shoulders flat on the mat!
”You… counting… him… Joey?”
Joey_Duncan_OMalley:
I slide into the ring and I slap the mat as Jay pins Mark's shoulders down...
💥ONE💥
I raise my hand again and slap the canvas...
💥💥TWO💥💥
Mark_Duke:
I hear the slap of the canvas a second time and all my energy focuses on not hearing it a third time ... I thrust up . My shoulder leaving the mat, breaking the pin . I successfully throw you back a bit and roll away and get back to my feet. Putting all my weight on my good leg.
Then I see you getting back up and I jump forward and try to take you down with a quick flying clothesline.
Didn't have the ability to make it a decapitating hit, but it might be enough to keep you off balance for other attacks . ...
Joey_Duncan_OMalley:
Mark gets a shoulder up and I back off. Trying to not get in the way of the action
Jobber333:
You move before the three count, getting your shoulder up AND you’re able to throw me back while you roll away and get up. I’m getting up, too, but you smash me with a big flying clothesline. Flat on my back before I even know what happened! This hit counted. I can tell I’m getting up slower.
But, I do get up, and in a ridiculous show of stupidity, I flex to show I’m not done any more than you are!
Mark_Duke:
You start to rise to your feet and I know if I let up for even a second I might not be able to prevent another pin attempt.
Mark_Duke:
As you flex I quickly hop on my good leg and take you over with a quick belly to belly suplex. Followed by another. You stumble a bit as you get back to your feet...
Jobber333:
I was just trying to keep up with you, but you took advantage of my stupidity and got me with a belly to belly suplex! I’m surprised you’re able to move so quickly, but then you do it again! This time, I’m definitely getting up slower as I move towards the ropes, trying to stretch out my back.
Mark_Duke:
I don't let up. I know I can't.
I quickly take you over with a hip toss/arm drag combo that sends you flying across the ring . Landing on your back painfully. I shake out my leg trying to keep it from taking too much weight. I wince as you start to rise again...
Jobber333:
You don’t give me a break. Somehow, you’re able to come back at me and hip toss me across the ring. I land on my shoulders and back and it HURTS!
“FUUUCKKK!!!”
I cry out as I start to get up again. My eyes narrowed as I look to see where you are now…
Mark_Duke:
You yell in pain . You desperately look around trying to find me... I know this is gonna hurt my leg too, but I need to keep up my momentum if I hope to pull out a win here...
I quickly get behind you and lift you up onto my shoulder for a quick high angled slam that keeps punishing your back and shoulders...making sure I don't put too much weight on my leg for too long.
I yelp in pain as I lift you up and after I drop you down I can't hide the pain on my face...
Jobber333:
I don’t see you right away through the sweat, but I feel you as you lift me onto your broad shoulders! Immediately, you slam me down, made even worse from your weight adding to the momentum. YOU yelped in pain! I’M the one getting my back and shoulders punished!
I roll over and get up on my hands and knees. And, I can see the pain on your face! Part of me still wants to help you, but I move forwards and grab your legs again…
Mark_Duke:
You try for my leg again but I've got adrenaline pumping now. I wiggle and squirm and kick out towards your face with my good leg. Trying to keep you reeling. Knowing I've only got a few more moves in me, but knowing you are also close to being on your last legs too...
Jobber333:
You kick out towards my face! Fortunately, it’s more of a graze, but it’s enough to get me to fall back on my back again! I move to get away from you and get up again.
I don’t know where you’re getting this energy! I’d swear you were out just minutes ago, but now… I’m the one trying to stay out of your grasp!
Mark_Duke:
I know that it's make or break time. If I can't take you down soon, my adrenaline rush will fizzle out and I'll be feeling all the pain of this brutal match...
I pull you up and go for a huge move that will either secure my victory or leave me vulnerable to you.
I pull up on your legs and execute a devastating powerslam . Your back, shoulders and head bounce off the ring apron.
The force of the impact shakes the entire ring. I try to roll you up for the pin...
Joey_Duncan_OMalley:
I'm a bit shocked as Mark pulls out all the stops and turns things around some. He's tough as nails, but how much more does he have left.
I slide in as he rolls Jay up for the pin . Prepared to start the count.
Jobber333:
You pull me up before I can get away. You get my legs onto your shoulders and then a massive powerslam! My shoulders, my head, and oh, my back - they all bounce up again before collapsing back to the mat. I stare up at the ceiling in shock. And, then, I feel you roll me up. It takes a moment, but then, I try and weakly shake free…
Joey_Duncan_OMalley:
My hand slaps the mat...
💥ONE💥
Mark_Duke:
I keep pressing your shoulders down...
Jobber333:
My head rolls to the side and I see Joeys handsome mug as he hits the mat. I can’t move… Mark somehow has me wrapped up and is pressing me down…
Joey_Duncan_OMalley:
My hand slaps the mat once more
💥TWO💥
Jobber333:
Joey hits the mat again. I look up and see Mark looking down at me.
“Doesn’t mean… you wanted… it more… Mark,” I say as Joeys hand slaps the mat for the third time.
Joey_Duncan_OMalley:
💥THREE💥
I motion for the bell to end the match. I raise Mark's arm "Your winner. Mark The Bull Duke"
Mark_Duke:
My hand is raised high as I'm declared the winner. I look down on you and place a foot on your chest as I flex in victory 
"I think Ive shown I wanted it more Jay. You put up a good fight."
Joey_Duncan_OMalley:
My job completed I slide out of the ring...
Jobber333:
I look up as you let my legs drop and Joey declares you the winner. You step on me and flex your victory!
I’m just grateful that you’re not so mad at me that you’d stand on me! Instead, you smirk down at me and say that you’ve shown you wanted it more. I lift my arm. “Fair enough, Mark.”
Mark_Duke:
I laugh and put out a hand to help you to your feet...
"C'mon Jay. On your feet.". I'm still obviously favoring my right leg ...
Jobber333:
I close my eyes in contentment as I feel your big, rugged hand and get up.
“You’re going to have to buy me dinner if you plan to continue beating me up like this ,Mark,” I say as I stand and lift your arm to the audience.
Mark_Duke:
You smile as you raise my hand. I point to your jeans.
"Now the Academy has a tradition. You may have noticed the glass case with all the trunks in it? Well that's where Academy guys put the gear of other Academy guys we defeat in the ring . Yours are going in there. So take em off and give them to me."
Jobber333:
I look at you, and out at the audience.
“Mark, we didn’t talk about stripping down here. Can’t I go home and give them to you for the case later? I’ll throw in the boots I left in the car!”
Mark_Duke:
"You aren't going to get shy on me now are you Jay?". I give you that disarming smile.
Jobber333:
You don’t go for it and just wait for me. I roll my eyes, and open the jeans, then pull them down.
“You don’t get the boots now, though. Champ.”
I roll up my jeans, grab the hat from ringside, and then take off my sweaty jock. Holding them up to you, I think again how big you look.
“I really thought I might have a chance. You’re going to need to practice with me more, I think…”
Mark_Duke:
I smile at you as you strip down. "I was honestly pretty worried I wouldn't be able to pull off a victory. You made me work for it. I will definitely look forward to training you more. But for now..."
I push you down to your knees and tuck my trunks under my balls. My hard cock hovering near your mouth...
Jobber333:
You tell me that you were actually worried you might not pull off the victory. I thought I had a chance, but I’ve never doubted you’re the winner.
I wonder if that’s why I haven’t beaten you? That, and you’re a lot bigger. And, a lot stronger. And, significantly more experienced. And, seem to just enjoy the domination that comes with wrestling.
You gently push me down to my knees, and pull your big cock out. I stare at it for a moment, thinking I could just go for the whole thing.
It’s like it’s staring at me… So, I approach slower and more relaxed, taking the head and vacuum sealing it, running my tongue around. Slowly letting it out, and then making a tube of my tongue. Holding your big Bull meat, I tease your slit with the tip of my tube shaped tongue, enjoying the sounds from above me, already forgetting there’s an audience of your friends and students.
Mark_Duke:
Once again your fantastic oral skills are being displayed. You've only taken my head into your mouth so far, but you are expertly stimulating my throbbing head.
I can't help but moan as I start to play with my nipples, almost without thinking. Your tongue teases my slit and you can taste the precum Im starting to leak.
"Damn Jay always something with you"
I groan deeply as you continue to suck away on my sensitized cockhead. I grab your wrist and guide your hand up to the pec I'm not groping. Urging you to show appreciation...
My sweat and yours mingle together to create a powerful and erotic scent that fills the room with our musk. I can taste it in every breath I take.
Jobber333:
I always enjoy and appreciate your moans. It lets me know I’m doing something right. Loving the taste of your pre, a flavor I’ve started to especially appreciate lately. And, then, you grab my wrist! Not to hurt or control, simply to put it where I can help you feel the most pleasure.
I start to knead your heavy pec meat, adding my own moans to yours. My left hand now starting to tease your sensitive nipple. My right hand squeezing your big cock. Making your slit shape into an ‘O’. And, my tongue pushing in…
Mark_Duke:
I take a sharp intake of air when you start to push your skilled tongue into my slit. I've experienced something similar before, but never quite like this. You have a driving need to please me. Not in a submissive way, but simply because it makes you happy to give me pleasure.
You start to roughly grope my pec and your hand brushes against my sensitive nipples...
I stammer between moans "Fuck Jay I'm ... Gonna blow... Before you even... Get past .. the head". Sweat dripping from my nose and chin as I continue groaning.
Jobber333:
I smile inwardly as I hear your breath intake. This is getting to you.
I’m oddly proud.
You are, by all my definitions, very nearly the perfect man, so being able to make you feel something makes ME feel something, as well…
As I grab and squeeze your incredible chest muscles, playing against your nipple, you threaten to blow! This could be our fastest time yet!
But, I stop and let your cock out of my mouth, standing. And, then, I lean up and start to lick the sweat from your neck and the bottom of your chin…
Mark_Duke:
You stop just short of milking me of my load. You start to lick my neck and chin. Lapping up the heady musk of my sweat.
I groan with satisfaction and then I turn you around so you face away from me. I gently push your hairy chest into the corner as I drop to my knees and spread your glutes with my hands..
I look out to the crowd and smile "If you can beat this stud in the ring like I did then you can experience for yourself how delicious this ass is"
Then I dive into your crack. My tongue licking and pushing into you slowly... I reach a hand around and start to stroke your cock.
Jobber333:
I love that TASTE of your sweat! But, then, you turn me around and push me into the corner. I can feel you dropping down behind me, and your big hands spreading my ass.
What the bloody Hell? Did you just tell these guys if they can beat me like you did, they can have my ass??? But, then, I feel your tongue probing. Your beard scratching. And, your big hand reaches around to take my cock and start stroking.
I reach down and trace your forearm, feeling it flex and change as you manipulate me for our mutual pleasure.
Mark_Duke:
I stroke your cock slow and sensual. Your continued reluctance to fully grasp my view of sex is obvious on your face to everyone in the audience. I mumble something about 'Spectator sports' from deep within your ass.
You rub my thick forearm with appreciation. I moan lightly at your gentle touch.
Jobber333:
You keep stroking me, showing me in exquisite detail how adept you are at making your partners feel so good.
You mumble something about spectator sports from my crack. Did I say that out loud? Your big forearm feels so good…lightly hairy. Intensely powerful. And, right now, very safe.
I feel your tongue, and push my ass back against your face. I NEED to give you some pleasure, but you’re behind me. So, I continue to moan and rub along your thick forearm…
Mark_Duke:
You drive back, shoving my face further into you. My tongue probing deeper thanks to your efforts. I moan deeply. Enjoying your pleasure as I go to work, but sensing something ELSE. Something you seem to want from me.
You run your hand across my forearm with those gentle almost tender caresses... I pull my face out of your ass as I keep stroking your shaft. My thumb rubbing your head and trying to tease more precum from you... "C'mon Jay. Make a mess"
You can feel a barely contained passion in my touch...
Something surprisingly... Gentle.
Jobber333:
Ever since you and I met, we’ve had some connection. As though we know instinctively what the other one is needing.
It’s most obvious in the efforts you make to bring me into your world of wrestling. Sometimes, that’s been violently brutal, as with Bull at the bar.
Sometimes, powerfully rough, like tonight. But, just as I know you need it - need both - you know what I’ve needed and desired.
When we finish trying to throw each other across a ring, we share the most powerful sex I’ve ever experienced.
You pull your face out of my butt, and immediately, I’m missing your delicious tongue in there. But, then, your thick thumb is bringing my cockhead to levels of ecstasy I haven’t experienced in ages.
You gently growl, tempting me to make a mess.
I can FEEL your passion. How GENTLE you are, even though we just tried to throw one another through the floor.
How do we DO THIS? We haven’t known each other that long… “MAAARK!!!! GOD, MARK!!!” and I’m shooting into your big hand. Panting and gasping for breath again. And, we haven’t taken care of you. Yet. You’re not forgotten…
Mark_Duke:
You blow your load onto my hand, and some splashes against the corner turnbuckle. You struggle for air . And yell out my name.
I stand up and keep my hand on your shaft. Stroking until your cock has stopped spitting and started to lose rigidity...I reach around and grab two big handfuls of your pecs as I begin to push my hips forward.
Slowly driving my cock inside you. I use my grip on your pecs to pull you back onto my cock. My pubes tickling your butt.
"Jay ... When I'm with you... I forget everything else". I start a rhythm as I gnaw on the back of your neck...
Seemingly no longer caring about the audience...
Jobber333:
Once I’ve shot, you stand up. I can feel your presence almost overwhelming me. Your big hand keeps stroking my cock. You keep it up until it starts to go soft and I’m nearly in tears from the exquisite pain that comes as you milk my empty cockhead.
Then, grabbing my meaty pecs, you slowly push forward, your big meat filling me, and bringing out even more pitiful moans. Then, you use my pecs to pull me back against you, my smaller body molding into your bigger, stronger frame. Your pubes tickling my butt while your hard cock is teasing my prostate.
Then, you start a rhythm, using my pecs as a harness, pushing and pulling me against you, making us both feel everything you have.
You say you forget everything else when we’re together.
“Mark… I just want you… I just want you… I just want you to feel good! Mark… I NEED you… I NEED you… I NEED you to feel good. I need to… MAKE you… feel good…”. I stretch my arms behind me, desperately trying to bring your handsome face up to kiss…
Mark_Duke:
I see your desire for a kiss and I lean down closer to make that possible, despite the slightly awkward contortion required.
There is a passionate aggression in your kiss that I've never previously experienced from you.
Our tongues wrestle with each other and I keep up my rhythm as I drive deeper and deeper. Using my grip on your pecs as leverage.
I briefly pull away from the kiss "Mission accomplished Jay"
My breathing becomes sharp and shallow. I huff and puff as I draw in air...my skin takes on a noticeable reddish hue.
I throw my head back and release an animalistic howl, then I return to kissing you as you begin to feel tiny muscle spasms beneath my skin...
Jobber333:
You lean down so we can consummate our kiss. As always, our kisses are filled with passion. This is also aggressive, which is new, and not at all unpleasant. It somehow just makes the experience all that much more. You keep your exquisite rhythm going, even as we kiss. How you're able to do that while bending down and kissing is beyond me. Just another of your many talents.
You pull away very briefly, long enough to say 'mission accomplished'. But, rather than returning to the kiss, your breathing changes, sharper and shallower. Your skin... changes. And, then, you HOWL... I look out, but don't see Big C anywhere. And, then, we're kissing again!
Again, both passionate and aggressive. I can feel changes in your skin... "AHHHH, MMMAAARRRRKKKKKK....."
Mark_Duke:
When you moan out my name ... suddenly the floodgates open. Your earlier blowjob had brought me to the edge and your moans and my fuck rhythm push me over the edge.
I pull away from the kiss as my body spasms and twists. You feel the warm gush of my cum shooting into you and I stimulate your prostate involuntarily... "FUUUUHHCK YEAH"... I shout between panted breaths...
Jobber333:
Something changes in your enormous body, and I suddenly FEEL you cumming in my ass! You pull away from our kiss, and your titanic body twists and spasms. Your death grip on my pecs gets even more intense. I can FEEL even more cum, and now I'm feeling you on my prostrate, as well. You're pulling me tight against you, using my big pecs. You shout out between deep, panting breaths. Triggering me again. "AHHHH, MMMAAAAAARK!!!!!!!" I shout as I shoot again, my ass spasming on your big cock...
Mark_Duke:
We both spit out cum . I pull out of you, exhausted. I'm leaning on the ropes with the remnants of my cum dripping from my cock. Using the ropes to avoid putting too much weight on my injured leg.
I look at you as a bit of cum escapes your ass and runs down your leg until it is caught by your leg hair.. I grin "See it was better when we wrestled first ."
"That was some grade A fuckin right there Jay"... Still apparently ignoring the crowd as I fill my lungs with gulped air....
Jobber333:
You pull out of me, cum dripping from my ass and running down the inside of my legs. I look at you, still in lust, and then realize you're still favoring your leg.
"Yeah, I'll admit, Mark, it took it to another level.."
Then, I move to you, and slide my shoulder under your arm to help support your big frame.
"Definitely Grade A fucking. But, it ALWAYS is with you, isn't it Mark?" I ask as we start to make our way out...
Mark_Duke:
I happily support myself on your shoulder as we leave the ring. I look to my friend who has been watching the Big C . "Drop her off later. Definitely need to see the Academy Doc and masseuse after this one."
. "Drop her off later. Definitely need to see the Academy Doc and masseuse after this one."Mark_Duke: I look at Jay and smile as I limp up the ramp and we disappear backstage. Naked, sweaty, beaten and bruised but grinning ear to ear.
Published: 2024-05-20, viewed 90 times.
Mark Duke
2024-05-23 20:43Thanks Apollo. As with Everytime Jay and I collide, this match was well worth the pain... *Rubbing my sore leg*. Jay is awesome and I highly recommend him as a co-op partner.
Apollo Dante
2024-05-23 19:02Its always a pleasure to see 2 of the Academy studs in action…so when I saw it involved 2 sexy musclestuds like Jobber333 and Mark Duke I was really eager to see how this one went. I am really surprised that there have been so many views but no comments because in my book the HOT action is definitely worthy of a mention. Both these boys have talent and both have a big desire to win so it was no surprise that the action was intense and often brutal. Great description from both studs but in the end Mark’s extra experience proved telling and he was a worthy winner but his tough opponent has loads of potential. Loved tge explosive finish too…awesome stuff from you both!