CLAW 13: Tommy vs. The Ref (AWE)

ARIZONA WRESTLING EXTREME (AWE) PRACTICE RING (AKA LEE’S PLACE).

WHACK!

“WHOA! UH OH!”

SWOOSH!

“FUCK! OH! EEK!”

BOP! BOING! WHIFF!

“HUH? NO!”

SQUISH! “YIPE! UH!”

“WHAT?” SCREECH!

“AH!” CRACK! SPLAT!

“UNH! OH! FUH - UH - CK! UNH! UNH!”

Oh god. The pain! Did that just happen? It must have, because my balls are killing me! I’m lying in the ring with my ass up and head down after a face plant that followed … well, I can’t even describe what happened. I’m massaging my balls, which are killing me. I’m crying, but I hear hysterical laughing from outside the ring. I slowly move to my knees, still cupping my aching balls. My face is red with anger and embarrassment.

Me. Tommy. I'm in pain here.

Encounters: Brian and Santiago (Part 2 of 2)

 

This story was inspired by Vinny Muscle Stallion's story about hiring a masseur.

The stories aren't related, just giving credit where credit is due.

"Devon the Ripped Masseur" by sexyalphawrestler on Gay Demon.

SANTO SHARES HIS STORY.

My mind is spinning. I just beat and bred Santiago, my massive, bodybuilder (ex-)dom in a wrestling match/training session. He’s 28/6’3”/250. I’m a gym-chiseled 38/5’11”/180. Wrestling is one of my passions. Santo said he’d never wrestled before and that was obviously true. During the match, I unleashed a dominant side of myself and uncovered his submissive side. 

The whole experience of manhandling and fucking him was undeniably thrilling, but the aftermath is terrifying. I already had unwanted feelings for him. The match and sex made him human in a new way. Not to be some corny romance novel asshole, but I just can’t quit him. It’s a lot for me to process. It’s too late for second-guessing, but I should not have come here. 

Me (Brian). Him (Santo).

Encounters: Brian and Santiago (Part 1 of 2)

This story was inspired by Vinny Muscle Stallion's story about hiring a masseur.

The stories aren't related, just giving credit where credit is due.

"Devon the Ripped Masseur" by sexyalphawrestler on Gay Demon.

MY HOME OFFICE. VIDEO CALL.

“What the fuck are you saying, slave?”

“I need a break. It’s been fun, but I’m done.” I try to mask my fear with humor, “HA! That rhymed.”

“Shut the fuck up, bitch! We’re back to this little game, are we? Been a few months. I thought I broke you of this bad habit. We both know that I decide when it’s over, not you. Do you remember what happened the last time you tried to quit me? And the two times before that? Are you missing the feeling of groveling to me to take you back? Missing the punishment you earned?”

Master Steele is not happy with me.