Encounters: Erotic Hotel Wrestling Association 1

A Vacation House Rental. Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.

The Husband

“Whoa.”

In response, the lean and luscious 24-year old blond stud simply smiled coyly, his bright white teeth shining. With his stunning face, deep blue eyes, thick mop hair and chiseled body, he was used to making men lose control. Especially when he pumped his body as he had just moments before, making his eight-pack abs and sculpted muscles pop in his shiny pink thong.

The heavyset wrestler gathered himself. At 5’11”/350-lbs, he was a massive monster, more than twice as big as the 6’1”/170-lbs vision in the doorway, and yet he didn’t feel in control of the situation. It was an unusual feeling for him, but the stunning blond was an unusual man, too. As the handsome young god blocked his entry, the big bruiser introduced himself.

“Hi, I’m here for the match. Uh, the heavyweight title match? Mammoth Man?”

In a soft flirty voice, the young god replied, “Oh honey, I know exactly who you are. Even if you don't." The big man blushed. The beautiful young man said, "I’m Shane. Please, come in.”

Young Shane’s pecs stood high and proud as he stepped aside. He confidently waved the massive man inside. The rugged bruiser entered the rented house and immediately turned back as his host closed the door. The chiseled v-shaped back led to the most amazing ass he’d ever seen. Mammoth Man lusted after the bare backside. The back strap from the thong disappeared between the large round mounds. They were smooth and perky and perfect.

The young stud ignored the ogling wrestler as he calmly walked down the hall, his hips swaying like it was a catwalk in Paris. The bald behemoth just watched from behind with his mouth open until his guide raised one hand and called him forward with one finger. The massive wrestler followed the young god obediently, never moving his eyes from the boy’s bubble butt.

The name Mammoth Man was appropriate for the man, but incomplete for the wrestler. It didn’t convey his ability. He was more than big; he was tough and skilled. He had risen through the ranks of the Erotic Hotel Wrestling Association faster than any man before him. Today was his biggest match yet. A title match against the heavyweight champ - The Lion.

Simply put, EHWA brought men together to wrestle naked with hard cocks in loser-gets-fucked matches for their online viewing audience. With the proliferation of available house rentals, the EHWA often moved out of hotel rooms and worked in homes like this. More space meant real mats, better views and rougher action. And it allowed for the Lucky Seven, wealthy fans who bid for the right to watch live mat side. It was a lucrative addition and was especially popular for heavyweight title matches like this one.

Mammoth Man was undefeated. Early on, no match even lasted longer than 10 minutes. The organizers and fans loved him at first, but his complete dominance became bad for business. Men loved seeing him destroy the big tough muscle hunks in the EHWA, humiliating the proud masculine studs like they were nothing. It was hot, but bad value as men settled in to view only to find things over before they were even ready.

The owners flipped coins to determine which one would sit down with Mammoth Man to fire him. The one who lost met with the beefy bruiser. He explained the problem and was pleasantly surprised when the monster not only understood the situation but vowed to fix it. He suddenly allowed his opponents to be competitive then when he did take control, he extended their destruction, refusing to submit them and pulling them up from easy pin situations. It was perfect and it earned him more matches and this title shot.

Of course, it was one thing to toy with scrubs, but now he would face the beast of EHWA. The Lion. A man who had held the title for three years. A man who treated the EHWA seriously. While most men were just looking for a payday, the belt meant something to The Lion. With his husband mat-side, he owned his competition, even more dominantly than his challenger for today.

The Lion’s husband was Shane, the stunning stud leading Mammoth Man to the shower to get ready. Shane’s wrestler husband was getting cleaned up and psyched up, which he preferred to do alone. Even after five years of marriage, the 28-year old champ was distracted by his stunning spouse. And the title meant too much to him to risk being distracted.

They had been married a year when they found the EHWA. It seemed perfect. And it was. For the first three years, Shane loved watching his man dominate, but he never expected it to keep going or his husband to take it so seriously. The young stud became bored. He would quietly sit in the corner on his phone until match time. That’s when he became the usher for the challengers. The Lion didn’t care if he distracted them.

Shane led Mammoth Man into the main floor bathroom. The wrestler thanked his escort. The young stud smiled. And didn’t leave. Mammoth Man waited. Shane walked over and started the shower, bending forward seductively with his large flawless butt thrust up and back. The challenger gulped. What a stud. Shane rose and tested the water, the whole time shifting, causing his behind to tense. The big bruiser knew it was deliberate and he loved it.

Shane turned and rolled his shoulders back, raising his pecs. He smiled, “You should probably strip down before you shower.”

Mammoth Man snapped out of his lust. He unfastened his belt and jeans, letting them fall to the floor. To his surprise, Shane stepped forward and crouched before him. He grabbed behind the behemoth’s thick calf and helped his left leg out of his jeans. Then the right. Shane twisted and reached into the waistband of the challenger’s underwear. Without asking, the sultry stud peeled them down. His thick blond hair brushed over the semi-hard cock as he did it.

Shane rose smoothly, holding the jeans and underwear. He folded them neatly then placed them over the towel rod. Shane moved in and grabbed the bottom of the big man’s t-shirt. The two exchanged a smoldering stare then he lifted the shirt up and off. Once it was hung up, he turned and assessed the challenger. He stood still as he circled him. Mammoth Man was smooth from the neck down, the goosebumps obvious as the young god ran his fingers across his thick chest, over his broad shoulders, down his strong gut and stopping right before his ample manhood.

The handsome young man grabbed his guest’s hand and led him to the shower. Mammoth Man stepped into the tub and soaked himself. He looked for soap but found none. Until he looked at Shane. The young god was holding it. The big man raised an eyebrow. The stunning stud squirted some soap into his own hand and stepped forward, climbing into the shower with the challenger.

The champion’s husband stood on the sides of the tub, rising above the beefy behemoth. The big man was eye-level with the sculpted chest as the young stud worked the soap into a lather on his head. Shane expertly massaged the behemoth’s scalp then leaned forward, pressing his body against the massive monster as he rubbed behind his head. Shane suddenly slipped, but Mammoth Man grabbed him around the waist, holding him tightly as he steadied him.

Shane said, “Thank you for saving me. You’re a real gentleman.” He continued to run his fingers through the big man’s hair and scalp then said, “Help me down?”

Mammoth Man grabbed the trim waist in his big paws and gently lowered him to the tub floor. Shane told the challenger to rinse as he stepped out. When he was rinsed, the behemoth turned and saw that Shane was back in the shower with him. This time, with a sudsy washcloth. Shane began to rub the cloth all over the big man’s thick neck and shoulders. He basked in the attention of this stunning stud as the young god massaged him clean.

The challenger was well-aware of who the young man was. He had watched all the champ’s matches in preparation for today. Shane didn’t get much screen time, but when he did appear, the big bruiser noticed. He was so much more handsome in person. Mammoth Man knew that he was probably doing this to give his husband some kind of an advantage, but he didn’t care. Having him crouch down and fondle his junk and ass with his soapy hands was worth it. He figured that he could focus on the match when the time came.

Once again, Shane ordered him to rinse. When he was soap-free, there was the young god with a towel. Mammoth Man spread his arms and legs, letting his escort go to work. Shane patted the bald head and asked, “Why do you wear a mask? You’re handsome.”

“They told me that the mystery would make me more memorable. The masked destroyer of muscle men. After all, I’m not the sex appeal. I’m the monster who wrecks the sex appeal.”

Shane smiled, “Will you be a monster against the sexy beast today?”

“Hell yeah. All this you’re doing? It’s not saving your husband.”

A laugh. “Is that what you think this is? An attempt to save him?”

“It’s not because you just can’t resist me.”

“Don’t take that personally. I’ve never met a man I can’t resist.”

“Including The Lion?”

“Especially The Lion. Taming him was the first thing I did.”

The challenger raised an eyebrow. The stunning blond winked as he shimmied out of his pink thong. Standing naked before the big bruiser, Shane began to towel himself off. The behemoth moved in to help. The young god called him a gentleman again and let himself be rubbed down. When he was dry, Shane opened the cabinet and pulled out a shiny gold thong.

As both men stood naked in the bathroom, Shane held his gold attire and asked, “Do you know that I’ve been coming to these matches for four years? Four years of non-stop training and fighting. Four years of watching my husband beat and fuck other men. Humiliate them. Turn them into bitches. We’ve only been married for five. It was fun at first and the money’s nice, but there’s got to be more.”

“You get to travel.”

“To where? No offense but coming to Oklahoma isn’t exactly my idea of a vacation. I’m young. I want to party. This? This is work.”

“Well, after today, you won’t have to worry about your husband being champ.”

Shane twirled his gold thong on his finger, “Promises, promises.”

“Maybe you haven’t seen my matches.”

“Oh, I watch all my husband’s opponents. He doesn’t. Can’t be bothered. So, I watch them. I take notes. I tell him all about the man he’s about to face.”

“And what did you tell him about me?”

“That you’re big, but that’s all. You use your weight to wear guys down. You’ve got no stamina. You’re slow. Your right shoulder is a weak point. You’ve got no moves except a splash. And your finisher is basically falling on a guy and counting to three. I told him that you’re unpopular with all but a few vocal fans and the organizers are using this match to get quietly rid of you.”

Mammoth Man’s eyes narrowed and he snorted, “That’s what you think?”

Shane grinned slyly, “That’s what he thinks. Now. Here’s what I think.”

The champ’s husband moved in close to the naked behemoth. He palmed the big man’s bald head and pulled it forward. Shane began to whisper in the behemoth’s ear. The big bruiser moaned and his cock swelled up. Shane grabbed the enthralled monster’s left hand and put it on his own manhood. The young god used the wrestler’s hand to rub his junk.

Shane continued to talk to him. Mammoth Man closed his eyes and absorbed every word as he fondled the young man’s cock and balls. Every detail burned into his brain. He felt Shane guiding his hand around back to his crack. The blond stud lifted a leg. The challenger finger-fucked the eager young man, putting his thick index finger inside him as the hot breath and seductive words entranced him.

When the knock at the door came, Shane finally let go and stepped away. Mammoth Man moved to wash his hand and index finger, but he stopped him. “Leave it. You might want to use it.” The big bruiser nodded, amazed by the god before him. The challenger wondered if Shane shouldn’t be heavyweight champ. No man in the EHWA had ever owned him like he just did. He sniffed his hand, filling his brain with the young stud’s scent and using it to focus.

Shane grabbed his gold outfit and calmly said, “Mask on. It’s time.”

Mammoth Man Meets The Lion

The challenger stood on the mat in the living room waiting. He was naked and masked in his black spandex mask with his eyes, nose and mouth showing. The Lucky Seven had their chairs and were already rubbing their cocks in anticipation of a great battle. The cameras were rolling. Shane entered in his gold thong. He smirked as he looked the challenger up and down.

Behind him, The Lion entered. The beast of the EHWA. The 6’2”/250-lbs muscleman was well-named. His thick beard and lustrous black hair formed a mane around his handsome face. He was big and built, but not a bodybuilder. He was a classic man, oozing masculinity. His hairy body was strong with muscles pumped and sculpted. Wide shoulders, bulging biceps and tree trunk legs that had put more than a dozen men out. He rolled his shoulders as he stared down his latest opponent.

The Lion was naked, except for black fingerless MMA gloves. No mask. Nothing but a coat of natural fur covering his smooth torso, trimmed carefully around his manhood. The title belt was securely locked around his waist, hovering above his impressive package. The champ’s cut cock was 6” soft as it dangled down, pushed forward by his bull balls.

There was a referee, but he stayed on the sidelines. He was only an arbiter for counts and knockouts. The men moved together as Shane stepped to the side. The staredown was intense and important for fans. The challenger’s gut pressed into the champ’s flat stomach. The Lion shook out his arms while Mammoth Man stood stock still.

The referee order Mammoth Man to his knees. It was time for the pre-match preparation. It was time to get hard, get bound and get ready. The challenger hated this part. He knelt before his opponent in a subservient position as the referee handed him a leather strap. He leaned in and engulfed the champ’s massive meat. He tasted and smelled the natural musk.

The champ snarled, “Yeah, kneel before the beast, you stupid fuck. Get a good look at a real man. See what’s going up your ass. After I crush you? After you can’t get up anyone more? I’m gonna split you in two.”

The Lion continued to trash talk the sucking challenger, the words and threats getting him hard as he thought about owning the monster below. Mammoth Man was the biggest opponent yet. It would be amazing to own his fat ass and make him beg like a bitch. Like everyone else had in the past four years. Shane reached out and caressed his man’s furry pecs.

When the champ was hard, Mammoth Man wrapped the leather strap around the base of his cock and balls. He pulled it tight then snapped it in place. The thick 10” cock would stay that way. The challenger finally rose to his feet. He grabbed a bottle of water and took a swig, washing the taste of his opponent out of his mouth. He hated that part. Kneeling. Sucking. Fuck. But it was necessary and it was worth it to be able to destroy these musclemen.

Mammoth Man stood in front of the champ and spread his arms. This, he liked. Now The Lion had to drop to his knees and suck. Only he didn’t. Instead, he ordered his husband down. Shane lowered himself onto his knees in front of the challenger. He went to work as the hairy hunk smirked. He’d outsmarted this idiot who thought he’d get a free blowjob. Actually, it was Shane’s idea, but he approved it. And he was right.

The stunning blond in the gold thong got the beefy bruiser hard in seconds. He bound his junk, just as Mammoth Man had done to his husband. The cock was shorter, but thick. It was more than enough meat to do the job when the time came. The post-match fuck from either of these undefeated wrestlers was often more painful for the losers than the match itself.

Shane left the mat. The organizers confirmed everything was streaming right. The referee rang the bell. DING! DING! DING! It was title match time!

The Lion (Champion) vs. Mammoth Man (Challenger)

The hairy muscle beast and the smooth massive monster circled the mat. Looking at the challenger, the champ wasn’t surprised that this guy was dominant or that he made it this far. The Lion was confident, but he knew that he would need to be careful. 350-lbs was 350-lbs, regardless of the guy’s skill or strength. One wrong move and it could be over fast.

The champ smirked, “I’m sure you had a good run getting here, but it’s the end of the line, big guy.”

Mammoth Man smirked back, “I was just gonna say the same to you.”

The challenger slammed his left fist into his right pec. WHOMP! He swung his right fist, smashing it over his left pec. WHOMP! He opened and closed his fists repeatedly. The big behemoth hunched forward and shook out his arms. The champ rolled his shoulders and rolled out his neck as the tension built. He hunched forward and extended his hands.

Suddenly, both men dove forward and the match was on. They locked up in a collar-and-elbow. Mammoth Man used his power advantage to drive the champ back. The hairy muscle beast wasn’t surprised. He twisted and ducked, letting the big bruiser’s momentum carry him face first into the wall. SMACK! The champ leapt, slamming into the behemoth’s back. WHAM!

The Lion bounced off but moved in with hard fists to the kidneys. POW! POW! POW! The challenger grunted then pushed back into the hairy muscle beast. The champ stumbled back, landing on his bare ass. PLOP! He scrambled around to a crouch as Mammoth Man turned around. The hairy hunk slammed into the big bruiser’s gut with his shoulder. THUD! The impact was enough to send them back into the wall. SLAM!

As he rose, the hairy muscle beast reached around the massive muscle monster, his hands barely meeting. He cinched in a bearhug and squeezed tightly. Their torsos pressed together and their hard cocks smacked against each other. Mammoth Man twisted his hips, causing their engorged rods to slap like a sword fight. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

At first, Mammoth Man tolerated the bearhug as he had so many others, but his thick sides actually collapsed under the power. He felt the champion’s tremendous power start to crush him. Breathing became harder and he began to grunt in real pain. The behemoth realized he’d taken the hairy muscle beast too lightly; the bearhug was hurting him.

The challenger pushed on the champ’s bulging arms, but he now knew that the hairy muscle beast was incredibly strong. Mammoth Man moaned, his thick body unable to withstand the bulging muscles. The massive monster moved his left hand up towards his opponent’s face. The Lion surprised the big behemoth by letting go. The champ moved back quickly.

The surprised Mammoth Man moved in fast for another lockup. The champ ducked the charge. He grabbed the big bruiser’s right wrist and twisted, locking on an armbar. The challenger was forced forward by the pressure. Holding the wrist tightly, the hairy muscle beast kicked up into the armpit. WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! The big bruiser jumped with every shot. He turned to escape, but was locked in too well

The Lion twisted in, slamming his elbow onto the right shoulder. WHACK! He lifted the thick arm, twisting it some more. The champ pushed down and the massive monster was forced to one knee. The hairy muscle beast grabbed the back of his opponent’s mask, lifting his head. He growled, “Every man’s got a weak point. Even one as big as you.”

The kneeling behemoth replied, “Yeah, they do. But this isn’t mine.”

The champ ignores the claim, knowing Mammoth Man was lying. The Lion was surprised when the massive monster threw himself forward, athletically rolling over in a somersault. He twisted and pulled his arm free, smoothly planting his feet and rising. The Lion came in from behind with a reverse bearhug, but before he could lock it, he got an elbow to the side of his handsome face. CRACK! The champ staggered backwards, shaking out his head.

The big bruiser turned, coming at The Lion with a clothesline. Amazingly, the champ leaned back into a bridge and the arm flew over him. WHOOSH! The hairy muscle beast smoothly pushed over to his left, moving into a three-point stance. When Mammoth Man turned, he was met with a flying shoulder block to the right shoulder. BOMP! The impact sent him flying into the wall. SLAM! The champ was up with a punch to the front of the right shoulder. THUD!

The Lion grabbed the right wrist, using it to pull the big bruiser off the wall. With a twist and turn, he locked on a hammerlock, wrenching the challenger’s hand halfway up his back. The hairy muscle beast used his free hand to grab the mask from behind. He spun Mammoth Man into the wall, face first. SLAM! The champ pressed his body on top of the trapped behemoth.

The champ pulled back hard on the mask as he powered the hammerlock even harder. Mammoth Man moaned. The Lion’s hard cock pressed into the challenger’s ass, splitting his cheeks as a warning of what was to come if he lost. The hairy muscle beast planted his foot on the back of the big bruiser’s knee and pushed, forcing him down. The massive monster slid down the wall, landing on his knees, the hammerlock even more painful.

Mammoth Man fought, but he was in a rough spot. Still, he wouldn’t submit. Not to the prettyboy champ. He resisted the pain, his contempt was too strong for the macho hunk with his handsome looks, gym-built physique covered in a perfectly trimmed coat of fur, and superior attitude. He pressed his free hand against the wall, pushing back, but he couldn’t move the 250-lbs muscle beast.

The Lion sensed that the challenger wasn’t going to give. Obviously, his right shoulder wasn’t as weak as Shane thought. The champ could keep him here, but if it wasn’t going to get him a submission, there was no point. He cursed at himself for dropping the big bruiser to his knees. Now, the 350-lbs wrestler was dead weight in an apparently ineffectual hammerlock.

With any other opponent, the hairy powerhouse would a lot of options, but the sheer bulk of Mammoth Man changed things. He couldn’t lift him and bodyslam him on his arm. Well, he could, but the big bruiser was sure to resist. The effort might take more out of him than the massive monster and it opened him up to too many counters while he got into position. If he went for a rear naked choke, Mammoth Man could simply throw himself back, crushing The Lion under his 350-lbs of bulk. The champ didn’t want to get in a ground war, knowing that if the beefy behemoth got on top of him, things could turn bad.

With limited options, The Lion settled on a plan. He backed up a step, using the challenger’s mask to drag him back. He released the hammerlock as he knelt on one knee, burying it into Mammoth Man’s back. The muscle beast wrapped his arm around the head, burying the masked face in his sweaty, hairy armpit. He cinched in the kneeling dragon sleeper.

Mammoth Man groaned as he was bent back in the hold. He reached up, blindly searching for the champ’s face. Something to grab onto or attack. He could find nothing. He reached behind him for that rock-hard rod. It was huge, bound and vulnerable. If he could just find it. He couldn’t. The challenger felt himself getting weaker as the sleeper tightened around his neck, bending it back to cut of blood flow.

The challenger’s arms flailed as he tried to throw himself to the side, using his weight to try to break the hold. Unfortunately for him, the hairy muscle beast was so strong. Stronger than any man he’d ever faced. The big bruiser realized that watching the past matches didn’t do his power justice. It was something you had to experience. The macho hunk was a real beast.

The Lion felt and saw the beefy behemoth losing strength. He raised his arm and brought it down across the broad chest. WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! The impact caused Mammoth Man to convulse as his chest was bashed. The champ called over the ref to check the limp arms. The official moved in on the left, but the champ ordered him to do the right. After the shoulder work, he knew it’d be harder for the challenger to keep it up. Strategy.

The ref lifted the limp right arm. It fell.

“ONE!”

Up it went again. Again, it fell unimpeded.

“TWO!”

For the final time, the arm was lifted. It fell, but halfway down, it stopped. The thick right arm shook as the challenger fought to keep it up. The large paw opened wide, extending his sausage-like fingers then it closed into a fist. The arm shook, neither rising nor falling. The frustrated champ watched and waited. The Lucky Seven called out encouragement.

The ref said, “NO FALL! The arm stayed up!”

With those words, the arm fell, but it was too late for the champ. He threw Mammoth Man to the side. SPLAT! The challenger lied on his stomach, writhing. The Lion reached down and grabbed him by the mask and right wrist. He dragged the 350-lbs of slow-moving beef up then locked the behemoth into a front facelock. He cinched the hold then pulled forward for a DDT!

The audience gasped as the champ went down on his ass. PLOP! However, the challenger stayed up. Mammoth Man had instinctively braced and leaned back. His head slipped free and he stumbled backwards, his bare ass hitting the wall. BAM! The Lion scurried up, moving in fast. Too fast. The massive monster pushed off the wall, driving his shoulder into the charging muscle beast’s solid abs. WHOMP! The spear tackled the champ down with 350-lbs of man landing on top of him. BOOM! OOF!

The champ gasped for breath. Mammoth Man lurched forward, lying on the champ while both men caught their breath. It was easier for the challenger, but he was also in worse shape. The Lion pushed on the dead weight on top of him, straining but finally succeeding. The massive monster rolled off onto his back as the hairy muscle beast rolled away onto his stomach.

Both men were breathing hard. The Lion rose first. He stood tall and leaned back, stretching out his stomach. Mammoth Man moved onto his front and rose to hands and knees. The champ charged in, driving his foot into the massive monster’s side. STOMP! The beefy behemoth rolled onto his back only to receive a right foot to his stomach, STOMP!

The Lion kept going, trying to break down the big bruiser. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The champ came down with a big elbow drop. THUD! As he rose, Mammoth Man surprised him. Moving shockingly fast for a man of his size, the behemoth rolled up, catching his opponent with a clubbing left forearm across the head. CRACK! The champ rolled away onto his side.

Using the opening, Mammoth Man dove on top of the stunned champ, flattening him down onto his stomach. He mounted the handsome hunk’s back then drove his forearm down onto the back of his head. THWAK! The hairy muscle beast fought to move, but he couldn’t budge the 350-lbs on top of him. The challenger followed up with forearms to the back, throwing his weight into them. WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP!

The champ was stunned. He gritted his teeth, trying to power free. He felt the beefy behemoth shift, but it wasn’t because of his strength. Mammoth Man was rising only to come down with a big splash on top of him. SPLAT! The hairy muscle beast let out a long gasp. The big bruiser rose, grabbing a handful of the handsome hunk’s thick hair to pull him up.

Mammoth Man locked on a reverse bearhug. He squeezed and the softened-up stud moaned as he was crushed in the thick arms. It was hard to breathe and focus. When the challenger shook him, his rock-hard rod swayed to the delight of the Lucky Seven and viewers at home. The big bruiser kept up the pressure, preventing any counter as he collapsed The Lion’s sides.

The massive monster leaned to one side then violently threw his opponent to the other. He let go of the bearhug and the force propelled the champ into the wall face first. SLAM! Before he could move, Mammoth Man ran in, splashing on his back! SPLAT! The EHWA leadership winced as the drywall buckled from the impact. There was something they’d have to repair.

When the men backed off, leaving a dent where The Lion’s sculpted pecs were, the champ staggered. He turned with a big fist, but the challenger blocked the shot. Mammoth Man grabbed the hairy muscleman in a choke hold. He drove his knee up into the beast’s balls. SQUISH! Using his choke and the knee, he lifted the shocked stud’s feet off the mat then slammed him down hard. BOOM! The Lion rolled onto his stomach, reaching for his balls.

Mammoth Man planted his foot on the champ’s back. He flexed his biceps as he stepped over him, pressing his 350-lbs of power down on top. The Lion cried out from the force. The challenger did it again, only this time, he stopped, standing on the suffering stud with all his weight. As tough as the muscle beast was, 350-lbs bearing down was a lot to take.

The challenger stepped off. He turned, “I hear you think my only move is a splash.” The big behemoth jumped up and came down on the champ’s back. SPLAT! He bounced up and down, really slamming his body weight onto the gasping muscleman. Mammoth Man slowly pushed off. He said, “Even if it was, it’d be all I need against a piece of shit like you.”

The champ pushed up on his arms, but the brutal bruiser dove forward, throwing his weight behind a vicious elbow to the back of the handsome hunk’s head. WHACK! The Lion fell forward, hitting the mat face first. CRACK! The blow and impact stunned him. Mammoth Man was feeling confident now. He slid his leg over the hairy muscle beast and sat on his back.

Mammoth Man pulled the stunned stud up, locking his arms in place for a camel clutch. The champ instinctively fought the hold, but against 350-lbs of pure power, he couldn’t budge the massive masked monster on top of him. The challenger easily held the chiseled arms in place, his tree trunk thighs too big for the hairy hunk to move or slide over.

With his prey locked in tight, the heavier wrestler got cocky. He pulled back, but not enough to submit the champ. Mammoth Man growled, “The bosses told me I break guys too fast. That the fans wanna see bitches like you suffer.” He looked at the Lucky Seven, “That right? You don’t want me to end this now? You want me to toy with this pathetic joke?”

All seven fans eagerly encouraged the massive monster to make it last longer. The masked mauler smiled, “You got it, boys. Oh, I got a surprise for you, chump.” Mammoth Man took his left hand forced it under the champ’s nose. As he breathed, The Lion took in a familiar scent. He knew immediately that it was his husband’s cologne and musk.

The brutal bruiser laughed, “Yeah, I took your guy for a test drive before the match.”

The Lion growled. He tensed up and flexed his mighty muscles, summoning all his power. The rage built in him. All his adrenaline and testosterone welled up inside him. His handsome face contorted. His eyes bugged out and he bared teeth. The Lucky Seven cheered and home viewers got excited. They knew what was coming. The muscle beast was being unleashed!

The Lion roared!

And ... nothing.

The hairy hunk thrashed ferociously in the camel, but he couldn’t move. He was still trapped. The Lion’s famous power move - activating his ultimate power of incredible masculinity with a rush of adrenaline and testosterone whenever he was in trouble - amounted to nothing against the might of Mammoth Man on his back.

The challenger laughed, “That’s it? Not gonna defend your man? My finger was up his ass, bitch! And he loved it. Said it felt so good to be touched by a real man for once.”

The Lion roared again!

And ... nothing.

Once again, his power failed to move the massive monster that held him. The challenger contained the fury, keeping the camel clutch secure. Mammoth Man grabbed a handful of thick hair. He pulled the champ’s head back roughly, “You’re done, bitch. You’re just too stupid to realize it.” He leaned forward and flexed his bicep in the hairy hunk’s face. “Kiss it.”

The Lion resisted, but there was nothing he could do as his head was forced to turn and his lips were pressed against the smooth bicep. It was big, but not as sculpted as his own. This massive monster’s body was nothing compared to his, but it didn’t matter. The Lion felt humiliated as his lips touched the inferior arm, the world watching him be manhandled.

Mammoth Man let go. He released the camel, letting the champ fall face first to the mat. PLOP! The Lion tried to roar again, but the long-held hold had his back in agony. He tried to will himself up, but before he could move, the challenger was in front of him. The big behemoth dragged his head up, bringing him up onto hands and knees.

The hairy muscle beast was pulled forward in between the massive thighs. They closed around his head and he saw stars. He almost collapsed from the power of the standing head scissors. Mammoth Man reached under The Lion’s armpits. He grabbed and lifted, raising the helpless hunk’s arms up, sliding his hands until he could grab hold of the champ’s limp wrists.

Mammoth Man twisted the arms as he held them up. The Lion cried out as his shoulders were punished. The champ’s stomach sagged as his weakened back bowed. His ass thrust up and out as his knees slid under him for support. The crushing force of the scissors threatened to pop his head. The hairy muscle beast fought to think of a counter.

The challenger looked at Shane. He said, “Look behind your chair.” The young god did, pulling out a thick butt plug. He feigned surprise, even though he himself had put it there. Mammoth Man said, “I want this bitch nice and hard when I break him. Stick it up his ass.”

The Lion’s stunning husband shook his head dramatically, “No, I can’t!”

“Do it or I’ll break his neck.”

To prove his point, Mammoth Man twisted his hips, which twisted the champ’s neck. The Lion cried out. Shane rose majestically and rolled his shoulders back, looking regal. He marched forward and looked the challenger in the eye. “At least let me lube it up.” The brutal bruiser refused. The Lion’s husband replied, “I guess I have no choice. I’m sorry, baby, but he’s the man.”

Shane smoothly crouched behind his trapped husband. He unfastened the cock ring then jerked his cock, milking his man like a cow. The Lion was huge now. The young god caressed his husband’s firm butt lovingly then pressed the plug against the tight hole. The hairy muscle top groaned as the plug was forced inside his ass. The champ cried out louder the deeper he went as the thick plug spread him open. Once it was inside, The Lion’s hole closed around it, leaving the base covering his knot. Shane put the cock ring back on. The champ was plugged, bound and his cock was painfully huge and hard.

The handsome blond rose gracefully, “It’s done. It’s not going anywhere.”

“Neither is he.”

Mammoth Man suddenly dropped down, driving the champ’s head into the mat. CRACK! The force knocked The Lion out. His body twitched and convulsed, but he was completely out of it. The brutal bruiser rolled the hairy muscle beast over onto his back. The unconscious muscleman’s arms and legs were limp and spread open. Only his cock showed any life.

The ref rose to confirm the obvious, but the challenger told him, “Take a seat.” When he didn’t, the big behemoth added, “Unless you wanna join him.” That put the ref back down.

The massive monster slowly folded the helpless hunk’s arms over his chest. He pressed down on the champ’s chest then leaned forward, resting his manhood on the bearded beast’s face.

“ONE!”

The challenger took a long pause. There would be no doubt about this count.

“TWO!”

Another long pause. The champ shifted fighting to get his shoulder up, but he couldn’t budge the massive monster. To the surprise of no one, Mammoth Man bucked up, pulling the hairy muscle beast with him and breaking the pin. The brutal bruiser sat back on his heels and smirked as he flexed his arms mockingly. The Lion rolled onto his side, weakly moaning.

Mammoth Man grabbed The Lion’s thick hair and used it to drag the champ up. The hairy muscle beast suddenly fired a fist into the challenger’s stomach. THUD! The brutal bruiser barely felt the shot, but with a burst of energy, the champ unleashed a stiff flurry of punches into the solid stomach. THUD! WHOMP! POW! The bigger man was forced backwards.

The Lion roared as he charged in with a clothesline to the challenger’s wide chest. WHOMP! Mammoth Man was driven back two steps as the hairy muscle beast drew back his fist for a match-ending haymaker to the jaw. The handsome hunk fired. WHOOSH! The big behemoth barely leaned back in time, the fist sailing by. By mere inches, the match continued.

The champ had put everything into it, stumbling from his momentum. Mammoth Man grabbed the bearded beast around the waist. He lifted the hairy hunk’s large feet off the mat in a bearhug. ARGH! The big bruiser squeezed the renewed life from the fiery fighter. He shook The Lion as he crushed the already brutalized back, but the champ continued to fight.

The Lion roared and struggled hard. To prevent another counter, the challenger spun and drove him onto the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex. BOOM! 350-lbs of power squashed on top the hairy muscle beast as he landed. The sound of the impact echoed around the living room and the champ went limp underneath the heavyweight behemoth. The bigger brute rolled onto his knees and flexed as his opponent coughed and gasped while holding his chest.

Mammoth Man dragged the champ up by his thick hair. He held the wobbly muscle beast up by his mane then smacked his cock. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The Lion cried out as his painfully hard meat was tortured. He tried to back up, but he lacked the strength to pull free. The muscle beast fired a desperate fist forward, but the brutal bruiser blocked it.

The challenger unleashed a fist of his own, slamming it onto the hairy left pec. POW! The Lion shook. Mammoth Man turned and chopped the champ across the chest. WHACK! The force knocked him off his feet, sending him flying back and landing hard on his wrecked back. SLAM! The bigger brute placed his foot on the heaving hairy pecs and counted.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

Mammoth Man lifted his foot, breaking the pin. He grabbed The Lion’s leg and lifted it, folding the champ into a cradle. The heavyweight behemoth held the hairy beast securely. He smacked the ass up in the air. SPANK! The supremely confident hunk ran his finger over the end of the securely buried butt plug then the helpless hunk’s taint.

The big bruiser raised his hand to his mouth. He licked it along the outside edge then raised it high in the air. He viciously chopped the helpless hunk on his taint. THWAK! The hairy muscle beast thrashed in pain, but he was trapped. Mammoth Man chopped the taint again. THWAK! The Lion felt the pain shoot forward through his bound manhood then his body.

The champ convulsed. Cradled and pinned, the pain was only matched by his humiliation. Mammoth Man didn’t even acknowledge the pin, refusing to count it. The ass-up muscle beast struggled to power out, but 350-lbs of beefy bruiser pressed down. He tried to twist free but was stopped by another two taint chops. THWAK! THWAK! He cried out and quivered.

Mammoth Man released the hairy muscle beast. His legs flipped out then he rolled onto his side in the fetal position with his hands down at his crotch. He whimpered and rubbed between his legs. The big bruiser had paralyzed him with the unusual and vicious attack. And he knew it. The challenger grabbed a handful of hair and roughly pulled on it, lifting the suffering stud’s head off the mat.

“I’m gonna take everything you got. I already took your strength. Now, it’s your pride.”

The big behemoth rose, dragging the champ with him. He scooped the hairy muscle beast up then dropped him down onto his leg with a devastating over-the-knee backbreaker. CRACK! The Lion hung over his leg whimpering. His rock-hard cock stood high and proud, unable to do anything else thanks to the cock ring and butt plug. The rest of his mighty body was giving out on him, though.

The Lion moaned loudly, trying to swing his legs up, but all it took was Mammoth Man’s forearm to keep them down. The champ shook as the brutal bruiser seized his cock. He caressed the magnificent manhood with a cruel smile. The challenger squeezed the throbbing organ, causing the hairy muscle beast to cry out as his steel shaft met its match.

And this was only the start.

“Yeah, this cock. Your fucking pride. You love swinging this thing around so fucking much. You think this piece of meat makes you a fucking beast? That it makes you champ? That’s why I’m your worst fucking nightmare. Because my finisher? It ain’t a splash. I call it The Cock Lock. And it turns big-dicked boys like you into broken bitches.”

Mammoth Man let go then slapped the thick throbbing rod around. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! He jerked it, flicked it, squeezed it and abused it ruthlessly. The backbreaker had the champ helpless and his muscles seizing up. But if you asked (and if he could form words through the pain), he’d tell you that this cock torture was even worse, both physically and mentally.

The brutal bruiser made sure everyone knew he owned the champ and his dick. This wasn’t about winning, this was about destruction. Mammoth Man wanted to wreck the greatest EHWA champ ever and make everyone afraid of what he’d do to them. Part of The Lion’s success was his reputation and the intimidation it created. Guys stepped on the mat cautious, second-guessing their strategy, worried about making a mistake.

Mammoth Man wanted the same thing, but only worse.

Mammoth Man wanted them coming in scared. Afraid of what he could and would do to them. That’s how he’d own this place. That’s how he’d become a legend, surpassing this pathetic piece of crap over his leg. Shane didn’t want his husband to accept a rematch? No problem. But the champ would make every challenger feel exactly the same way. The leadership would have to bully losers onto the mat to face him. They’d start the match half-defeated.

“You ready for the finale, bitch?”

The challenger pushed the champ off his leg. The hairy muscle beast rolled over and fell to the mat, landing on his stomach. SPLAT! Mammoth Man moved behind him and lifted his prey’s ass up. He spit on his hand and reach under The Lion, grabbing his cock from behind. He jerked it softly as he gripped the helpless hunk’s ass cheek tightly to prevent him from moving or adjusting. The only part of him that would move would be his rock-hard rod.

Mammoth Man squeezed on the cock. The Lion whimpered.

Mammoth Man pulled back slowly. The Lion cried out.

As his rock-hard cock was pulled back further and further, the pain grew exponentially. From intense to blinding. The Lion screamed as his cock was pulled back between his legs. His balls rose towards to plugged asshole as the thick powerful hand continued to force his steel shaft backwards. The hairy muscle beast screamed louder, his cock feeling like it would snap.

“I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE!”

Mammoth Man laughed, “I didn’t even get a chance to ask.” He stopped pulling back, but he didn’t release the cock. “Lion? What a fucking joke! All I see is a big old pussy. Admit you’re THE pussy!”

“OH FUCK! I’M A PUSSY! I’M A PUSSY!”

“NO! ADMIT YOU’RE - THE - PUSSY!”

“I’M THE PUSSY!”

“From now on, that’s who you are. You wrestle again and you better wrestle as The Pussy or I’m gonna hunt you down and break this thing forever.”

“Okay, okay! I’m THE Pussy! THE Pussy!” The Pussy slapped the mat furiously, “I GAVE! I GAVE AREADY! OH GOD! SOMEBODY HELP ME! PLEASE! Please! Plea - ee- EASE!”

Mammoth Man finally let go. He pushed on the former champ’s ass. The hairy muscle beast collapsed on the mat. He grabbed his manhood and cried, a whimpering mess. His intense masculinity gone, The Lion was nothing but a pussycat now. And IF he ever wrestled again, everyone would be reminded of his complete humiliation at the hand of the massive monster.

The new champ rose and planted his foot on the wrecked carcass. He flexed his arms then looked at the ref. He asked, “Where’s my fucking belt?” The official scurried over with it. He looked at the belt then at Mammoth Man. “Gimme that!” The winner tore the belt from the ref’s hands and held it up high in celebration of his dominant win. He lowered it to his broad shoulder, hanging it there then slapping it three times.

Mammoth Man used his big toe to part The Pussy’s butt cheeks. He looked at the plugged ass then at Shane. “He’s got a nice pussy. I’m gonna wreck it, you know.”

The Pussy’s husband rubbed the front of his gold thong, “If that’s the pussy you really want, it’s all yours. You’re the MAN. You can have any pussy you want.”

Under his mask, Mammoth Man’s eyebrows went up. He nodded and waved the young god over.

The New Champ

The Pussy woke up. He rolled over onto his back and rubbed his massive cock. It ached, but at least it was intact. He pulled off the cock ring, sighing as he felt his junk flop free. The former champ struggled to focus as he massaged his crotch. The butt plug still filled him, but he’d gotten used to it. He knew he lost, but he couldn’t process it. At least not fully. He writhed on the mat then rolled back onto his stomach. He pushed up onto his knees.

As the loser knelt, shoulders hunched forward and head bowed, he heard catcalls from the Lucky Seven. He was right in front of them as they mocked him and laughed at him. It was humiliating. The hairy muscleman finally spun around angrily, staring at them with fists cocked. They were nothing compared to him, just a bunch of rich assholes. They just laughed harder. One of them told him he was looking the wrong way. The Pussy turned and froze.

Mammoth Man was relaxing on the sofa. He watched the loser with amusement, an arrogant smirk showing on his masked face. His massive body was seated with his powerful arms stretched out and draped along the back. His massive legs were open wide and his manhood hung down, also free of the cock ring but still hard. The EHWA heavyweight title belt hung over his right shoulder. He looked like a fucking king.

Worse was what hung on his left shoulder.

Shane was curled up beside him on his left. He was caressing the new champion lovingly, running his left hand over the smooth chest and ample stomach. His right hand was behind the winner’s head and tickling the right side of his neck. Mammoth Man grabbed Shane by the hair. He kept his eyes on The Pussy as he slowly guided his husband’s head down to his crotch. The hairy loser winced as his husband kissed the smooth chest and stomach all the way down.

The former champ looked horrified as his husband settled into position. He watched helplessly as he took the big behemoth’s cock in his hand then into his mouth. He began to suck off the new champ. The Pussy watched him work. Mammoth Man grunted as he got hard in his mouth, savoring the moment like no other he’d ever had. The look on the loser’s face made it as perfect as the handsome young god going down on him.

Mammoth Man savored his rival’s expression almost as much as the expert blowjob. His mind filled with all the instructions Shane had whispered in his ear pre-match and how perfect they were. So far, he’d followed every one. They’d all panned out and he had more to go. The young mastermind knew his husband’s strengths and weaknesses. The new champ grunted as he quickly brought him close to orgasm.

The Pussy said, “Stop. I lost, not him.”

The new champ held the young god down, holding his cock in his mouth as he stared down the kneeling loser. The brutal bruiser allowed Shane to resume but told him to go slower. Mammoth Man slid his hand from his hair down his back. With his curled up, he could easily reach his ass. The big behemoth fingered his crack, sliding his finger along the gold strap buried between his smooth and supple cheeks.

The Pussy tensed. He said more firmly, “Stop. He’s not part of the deal.”

After a few more seconds, Mammoth Man pulled Shane off his cock. He rose, his cock rock-hard and shiny from Shane’s mouth. He gripped the belt, keeping it on his shoulder. He marched across the mat with purpose. Even though he wore a mask, it was obvious that he was not pleased. His eyes narrowed, nostrils flared and he frowned. His body tensed.

The hairy muscle beast actually backed up on his knees. The new champ moved in, not stopping. The Pussy fell back onto his ass. PLOP! Mammoth Man towered over him as he sat the mat. The loser’s mighty muscles were drained and his cock was soft and noticeably smaller. He held up a hand as a defensive sign of subservience, looking as pathetic as his performance.

“You giving ME orders, Pussy?”

“No, sir.”

“Damn right.” The champ rubbed his cock. He said, “Now, I know you want the old Mammoth Man to fuck your man-pussy, but I make the fucking rules now.”

“I get that, but -” The Pussy looked at the EHWA leadership in the dining room. Their faces were hidden in shadow and the men made no moves to intervene. The former champ was on his own. He continued, “He’s my husband, man. He’s not a wrestler. Don’t do this. Please?”

“Who took your best shots?”

“You did.”

“Who took your ass?”

The Pussy shifted as the butt plug suddenly became uncomfortable. “You.”

The new champ held the championship belt over the loser’s face, “Your pride? Your belt?”

“You did. That’s why -” CRACK! The big bruiser brought his title belt down hard and fast to the loser’s forehead. The hairy hunk fell back and writhed on the mat. He flopped backwards until he hit the shoes of the Lucky Seven.

“Yeah, I took everything you got, pussy. And now? I got your husband. I’m gonna show him what a real man feels like.”

Mammoth Man looked back at Shane with a smirk. He gave him a coy smile then jutted up his chin while mouthing something. The new champ understood. The champ kicked the bottom of the sprawled-out loser’s foot, driving him back against the Lucky Seven. The two closest fans couldn’t resist touching his luscious black hair and thick shoulders and traps.

The big behemoth looked across them, “This is your lucky day. Anyone who makes sure he watches? You get him. I got no use for him or his stretched-out cunt.”

The Lucky Seven dove in. Two grabbed his wrists and pulled the compliant muscle beast back onto his knees. One grabbed him around the neck in a rear naked choke and another reached over to grab his black hair. Two held him around the biceps. The final one moved in front and made sure his legs were open, his useless manhood dangling down.

Mammoth Man plopped down on the sofa again. He ordered Shane to “give me a show”. The stunning blond rose and danced in front of him. His husband watched helplessly, but the young god ignored him. He was completely focused on the new champ. The Pussy grimaced as his husband seductively stripped off his thong for the big behemoth. Shane danced naked over to the Lucky Seven then shoved the thong in the hairy muscle beast’s mouth.

“Sorry, baby, but he’s the boss. Love you.”

As the fans' hands caressed his flesh, the loser actually got hard at his husband’s performance. It was that good. Shane moved back to the sofa and performed a lap dance for the new champ. Mammoth Man reached around and pulled him in close. Shane threw his head back and shook out his mop. He leaned forward into the bruiser, putting his luscious lips at his ear. He whispered, thanking him and telling him to take his reward.

Mammoth Man didn’t need any more encouragement. The new champ was painfully hard. He was definitely going to finish the job. The behemoth rose up, carrying Shane then lying him gently on the mats. He leaned on top of the young god then leaned down and kissed his sculpted pecs. He fondled them as he kissed the eight-pack abs. He caressed his supple flesh lovingly, enjoying being with this perfect young man.

The new champ rolled him over and turned Shane to face his husband. He pulled up on his hips as he moved in behind. The hairy muscle beast was forced to watch as his husband was bred by this massive monster right in front of him. Shane moaned loudly as Mammoth Man plowed him, driving his cock in deep. As Mammoth Man pounded him, the handsome blond stud cried out and begged for more.

The behemoth behind him grunted, “Yeah, this is what a real man feels like. Take it!”

“Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck me, champ. Oh god, you’re so much man! You really are fucking Mammoth!”

Seeing his husband give in to the new champ was painful for the loser. The Lucky Seven controlled him, but he had no strength or fight left anyway. He bit down on the gold thong, whimpering. If his husband was giving in to this massive monster, he truly had lost everything. Shane moaned and thrashed. He gasped and cried out in ecstasy.

Mammoth Man grunted at The Pussy, “Yeah, you weren’t even man enough to protect your man. What a piece of garbage you are. But he’s got a real beast inside him now.”

The new champ gasped and tensed. He exploded inside Shane. The young god let out a cry as he was bred by the massive monster. He shook as Mammoth Man filled him with his hot white seed. When the new champ pulled out, he rolled Shane over. The gorgeous blond stud seductively and braced his feet on the massive monster’s broad shoulders. The Pussy watched his husband jerk his cock as he stared up at the flexing champ.

Mammoth Man stared down at the young god. He rubbed the smooth legs as he calmed himself from the orgasm. They just stared at each other, oblivious as The Pussy collapsed in the Lucky Seven’s arms. The new champ rubbed the belt and said, “Cum for me, boy. Show me how much you liked having a real man.”

The new champ reached down and grabbed the stunning stud’s cock in his right hand. Shane moaned as the massive monster pumped his cock. The big bruiser worked the long dick as Shane stared up at the hulking behemoth. Shane was quickly gasping then unleashed his load all over his torso, coating his eight-pack abs and sculpted pecs, drained by the new champ.

Mammoth Man rose to his feet. He reached down and helped the young god up to his feet. The big bruiser handed him the belt then gently scooped him up behind the back and knees. Shane swooned as he was held in the cradling arms of the man who ended his husband’s EHWA career. The Pussy watched helplessly as his husband was taken from him.

The behemoth carried Shane out of the room, leaving the loser to his new owners - the Lucky Seven. The EHWA leadership stepped in. Not to save him but to renegotiate. Once a suitable price was settled on, the hairy hunk was gang banged by the eager fans. When they were done, he was left as a blubbering mess of muscle on the mats.

The leaders of the EHWA move over to The Pussy. One of the VP’s pushed the loser’s wrecked carcass with his foot. The former champ groaned. The VP said, “Well, fuck. I did not see this coming. It’s the end of an era.”

The EHWA President shrugged, “Yeah, but a new legend has been born. If Mammoth Man can do this to The Lion - I mean, The Pussy - imagine what else he can do to other tough musclemen. We can market this. Let’s keep building up hot studs to feed to him and see where he takes us.”

“Yes, sir.” The VP looked down at The Pussy, “So, what should we do with this one? We’ve got no use for him now. Should I go get Shane?”

“You see the way he was into the big man? I’m sure he has his hands full with the new champ right now.”

“Hands? Try mouth.”

“Naw, that ass.”

The men laughed, agreeing that Shane’s ass was incredible. The President looked at his fellow executives, “Shane’s not the only one with a spectacular ass around here. Yeah, he’s been ridden hard, but The Pussy’s still gorgeous. Saddle up, men. No point in letting him go to waste.”

The End