I Better Stay

You were a fan of the Dragon killer, true, but you weren’t about to jeopardize everything just like that. The rest of the guys finished up, but you hung around the arena for a bit. Part of it was being in awe, but the other part was embarrassment. Never had another man played you so hard into sexual submission and you wanted more.

Tyson has been finishing up some work an noticed you. “That was a good match kid.”

“Really? I seem to remember getting my ass kicked and then begging to get fucked.”

“It’s the life of a jobber kid, but we need them as much as we need superstars”

“So, I’m not cut?

He looks as you, amused at how hard you are on yourself and says, “well....not today kid.”

You head into the locker room and find it empty, or at least, that is what you thought.

“Well well little cub, I was wondering what was keeping you”

Alek stood there in all his naked glory. You had felt his cock through his trunks, but now seeing it free, it was at least ten inches, very thick and uncut. He grabbed it at the base and swung it around, hypnotizing you all over again. His other hand waved you over and all you could do was obey.

“Now, as I was saying. "Do you want me to fuck you with my big Russian cock?”

You swallowed hard but you couldn’t speak, all you could do was nod. Alek was pleased.

“Good cub, but not today.”

All of a sudden you were confused and then he clarified. “I wanted to fuck you out there, so that everyone would see that I turned you into a wrestling bitch. Next time we fight, you will submit while you are impaled on my cock, do you understand little cub?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good, now get on your knees and clean my cock properly before I shower.”

You did as you were told, and this made the Russian smile. He grabbed your head, slapping you with his dick, leaving beads of pre-cum all over your face. The scent was intense as he really was waiting for you before he showered. You buried your face in his balls, taking in the scent and sucking each one, barely able to fit one in your mouth.

“It's time to give the boy his meal.”

Alek pulls your hair back hard forcing your mouth open, but before you could make a sound, the Russian hammer began beating that back of your throat. He held on with both hands and began face fucking you with no regard for your comfort.

The only sounds in the locker rooms are Alek’s moans and you gagging on his prize. Your eyes well up with tears and he pushes you down to the hilt, his hairy belly keeping your nose from getting any air.

“There you go little cub, this is your true place.”

His grip gets tighter as his breathing becomes labored. Want to or not, you are about to swallow fresh Russian milk.

“Take it all little bitch........FUCK!!!!”

Alek roared in the locker room as he fired shot after shot directly into your stomach. You felt like you were drowning in cum, but at the same time you didn’t want it to stop.

He finally released your head and you heard yourself take you first breath in what felt like ages. You feel to the ground still coughing.

You hear the shower going off and you know that he is done with you for now. You gather up your things and start to head out when you see Tyson standing by the entrance of the locker room. There is a clearly visible wet mark on my pants and he winks at you as you walk by.