Volkov is the Russian pornstar with a bodybuilder physique and model looks who comes in at 5'7" and a delicious 180 lbs of sculpted muscle. While he hasn't worked for studios in recent years, he's still very much active on OnlyFans so there's still an opportunity to watch this versatile muscle hunk in action. Masters is the all-American wrestler who became famous for his Masterlock hold as well as his use of enhancements. While his massive body is still jacked, it's not as impressive as it was, but it doesn't matter because this 6'4", 265 lb stud still looks amazing in the ring.
Masters struts to the ring downing his cloak. As he makes his way to the ring it drops from his shoulders revealing his oiled up muscle body. He raises his arms and flexes both biceps showing off his physique before he enters the ring. He's surprised to see his opponent, Volkov, in tight white trunks with a body that rivals Masters's when he was juicing. It's all for show, Master thinks. Volkov puffs his chest out with a pose of his own, showing Masters he's not the only one who can show off. Masters sarcastically claps for him as the bell rings to start the match.
The two men circle around until finally they lock up. Masters whips Volkov into the corner and then charges at him with a leaping splash, smashing their bodies together. Masters bounces back to the center of the ring as Volkov stumbles out toward him. Masters then kicks him in the gut and slings Volkov's arm around his neck. He grabs his trunks by the waistband, hoisting him up with a delayed vertical suplex. When he slams him down the rings shakes. Volkov sits on his ass rubbing his lower back while Masters leans against the ropes enjoying owning the young hunk.
He then reaches over and grabs Volkov by the hair, getting him to his feet. Time for the Master Lock. He raises his arms up behind Volkov's head trying to clinch it in, but then the pornstar begins grinding his ass on Masters's package. Masters is into it at first, but realizes he's starting to get a boner and shoves Volkov forward toward the ropes. Volkov turns around to face the wrestling with a cheeky grin. Masters shakes his head, and lunges at him, but Volkov isn't all fun and games, and responds with a kick to Masters's side and then another one, taking out his leg. Masters drops to his knees -- Volkov stands before him with his crotch in his face and thrusts at him. He then slaps Masters across the face. Masters falls on his hands and knees trying to crawl away, but Volkov grabs his trunks, pulling them down, exposing his ass.
Masters hurries away to the ropes, getting himself up and pulling his trunks up. This was more than enough humiliation in one match. Volkov struts over to Masters, exposing himself too much, and Masters is there to wrap his arms around him lifting him up with an inverted atomic drop. Volkov staggers back at the ropes as Masters stands up straight. He runs at the wrestler and leaps with a crossbody, but the wrestler catches him. He squeezes that ass with one hand before hoisting him back and over his head with a fallout slam. Masters crawls over to the pornstar and pins his arms down for the cover - One. Two. Volkov punches out in time.
Masters takes a second to catch his breath and lets the pornstar get back standing upright on his own. And then Masters comes at him, but the pornstar ducks and gets Masters on his shoulders falling back with a Samoan drop. Masters holds his back as Volkov follows it up kicking him while he's down. He picks the Masterpiece back up and whips him into the ropes, but Volkov reverses it. He runs back through Masters's leap frog and rebounds back and flips over a bent over Masters. He grabs the wrestler by the legs to try and pull him down with a sunset flip, but the wrestler holds his ground. So then Volkov grabs him by the trunks and pulls them down, exposing his ass once again. Masters tries running away, but Volkov has a firm grip, and the trunks just come down even more. The wrestler holds the front up and gets to the ropes, shaking the pornstar off of him. Once again Volkov is making a joke out of him. Masters is red, not just from embarrassment, but pure rage. He waits for Volkov to get back up and nearly takes his head off with a clothesline. He wastes no time and grabs Volkov back up, whipping him into the ropes, but the pornstar reverses it. Masters rebounds back and leaps up with a shoulder block that takes Volkov out on his back. The pornstar rolls away, out of the ring trying to catch a breath before things slip away too far from him. He turns around and Masters is out there with him. Masters kicks him in the gut and then grabs him by the head hitting a swinging neckbreaker. Volkov falls on to the mats hard as Masters rolls back in the ring. The wrestler flexes and poses for the fans, taunting the buff Volkov.
Volkov shakes his head ready to show him that he's not just a pretty body. He comes back into the ring and Masters whips him into the ropes. He comes back and ducks a clothesline and then leaps with crossbody, this time taking Masters down. The pornstar then delivers a series of punches to his head until the ref pushes him off. How do you like that? Volkov thinks as he takes a few breaths. Masters crawls over to the ropes and Volkov is back on him, literally, pulling the middle rope up to choke him. The ref finally breaks it up, but Masters can hear a chuckle from Volkov, enjoying his abuse far too much.
Full of rage, Masters storms toward Volkov, but the pornstar is ready for him, lifting him up and hitting a spinebuster. He lays on top of Masters, hooking the leg, but the wrestler kicks out after one, still fulled by his anger. He stands back up and blocks a punch and then a kick from Volkov, catching his foot. Volkov then leaps up and kicks him in the head, sending Masters back down on all fours. Volkov climbs on top of Masters ready to humiliate him once more, but the athlete isn't having it, standing back up and running back, stuffing Volkov into the corner turnbuckles. He turns around to face Volkov as the pornstar steps out of hthe corner and then bends down, lifting Volkov up well over his head and hits a military press slam. Volkov's back is aching from that one, as he's slow to get up. Masters licks his lips, ready to finish him off for good. He gets behind the pornstar and wraps his arms around his shoulders, his hands connecting to lock him in the Master Lock. Volkov strives to get to the ropes to get the hold broken, but Masters holds him in the center of the ring firmly. He tries squirming, but again Masters outpowers him. He doesn't even have enough energy to grind his ass on Masters. With his options dwindling, Volkov feels light headed and then everything goes dark. The bell rings and Masters drops the passed out pornstar, proud of his victory.
Volkov works in his art studio, still sore from his match, but happy to be painting using the money he earned from said match. He sets up his paints ready for his model. The buzzer rings and he skips over to the door, shocked to see Masters standing in front of him. Masters immediately recognizes Volkov."You're my model?" the pornstar painter asks.
"I guess so..." Masters says, trying not to sound too embarrassed. He signed up to be an art model to earn extra cash and so far it's been good money without word getting out.
"You can disrobe over there," Volkov points to a wall shade, remaining as professional as can be.
Masters nods and disappears behind it. Volkov stares at his silhouette as he strips off his clothes. Masters comes back out in a white robe, waiting for Volkov to direct him again. Volkov can't stop gawking at the muscular man, but finally snaps to it and has Masters lie down on the floor.
"The floor?"
"It's the canvas," Volkov explains.
Masters looks down and sure enough he will be lying down on a canvas. Masters takes a breath and disrobes, revealing his chiseled body. He doesn't know how he should lie down so he lies on his side waiting for more direction. Volkov gets on his knees and positions Masters flat on his back without saying a word, focused on getting him just right. Volkov steps off the canvas and observes Masters, fuck he's so sexy.
"About the match..." Volkov says.
"What about it?"
"I may have gotten a little carried away..."
"You were enjoying yourself, it's okay."
Volkov is surprised by Masters sudden nonchalance. He could have sworn the wrestler was irate with the constant ass exposing.
"Did you enjoy it?" Volkov asks.
Masters nods, eyeing the porn slut.
Volkov is again surprised by Masters's honesty. He knew he felt that boner grinding on Masters ass in the ring, but it was nice to hear him admit it. Volkov takes off his shirt, "It's getting hot in here..."
Masters's dick starts to get hard, but he doesn't care. The artist's body is so ripped Masters can't help but be a little envious. He never felt the desire to worship another man's body before, but Volkov was changing his mind.
Volkov walks back over with a bottle of body oil and squirts some on Masters's chest. He bends down on his knees again and rubs it in, coating the wrestler's skin in a sheen layer of oil. His hands massage the wrestler's muscles, going from his shoulders down his arms and then to his thighs. Volkov brushes his hands across Masters's dick, happy that the wrestler doesn't flinch. He rubs his hands back up his body to his chest, squeezing it softly.
"Ahhh..." Masters moans. Feeling Volkov's hands all over his body has made him horny, forgetting the purpose of his visit. He loved being worshipped, having his muscles felt up, and every inch of body appreciated. All that time in the gym being respected. At the same time, Masters's hands feel down Volkov's back, his shoulders, biceps, appreciating the pornstar's physique as much as Volkov was admiring his. He reaches up and pulls the artist on top of him and then goes for it, kissing him softly.
Volkov smirks back -- forget whatever painting he had in mind, this was going to be a performance piece.
Masters's hands slide under Volkov's waistband, feeling his bubbly ass. That's the thing he wanted most. Volkov helps, and slides his shorts off, his naked body still feeling warm. The pornstar kisses down Masters's neck to his chest, kissing his pecs. The wrestler squirms at the teasing of his erogenous zone, so Volkov continues, flicking his tongue against the wrestler's nipples before sucking them between his lips. The wrestler wraps his legs around Volkov's body, locking him place as he continues with his pecs.
Finally Volkov moves on, looking straight into Masters's eyes. The athlete gives him a nod, eager to keep things going. Volkov spins around on him and grabs his thick cock. He strokes it, still slick with body oil, but he can tell there's a mixture of precum that's been oozing out of him. Masters closes his eyes, moaning as the artist works his hand up and down the thick shaft. Volkov stops just before his head to allow the precum to pool around the tip and then cascade down Masters's length as he took his hand away. And then Volkov opens up and slides it down his throat.
Masters clenches his fists enjoying every minute of it. He opens his eyes and sees Volkov's dick in his face, pleasantly surprised that despite their difference in height, their bodies lined up perfectly -- at least for sucking each other's dicks. He grabs it with one hand, directing it to his mouth and begins to suck on it. As Volkov's dick goes down, Masters can feel it stiffen. He slurps it out to take a deep breath and sucks it back down his throat. He hears the pornstar moan with his dick in his mouth, always a good sign. Both men suck on each others dick, their throats relaxed taking in each other's member without a gag. Masters admires the cock as he swirls his tongue along the tip before inhaling it again. Volkov goes for the more aggressive approach, bobbing his head up and down the shaft, squeezing it tight with his mouth.
"I think you're ready," Volkov eventually says with an added giggle.
Masters doesn't know what he means -- ready for what -- what he's willing to go wherever Volkov wants to take him, so he nods.
Volkov pulls Masters up so he's sitting on the canvas and then he plops down in his lap. He rubs his ass against Masters's boner, teasing him. Understanding what Volkov meant, Masters lips curl into a devious smile as he squeezes the pornstar's cheeks with his hands.
"Yeah, you want this?" Masters asks, sliding his cock up between the cheeks.
"Uh huh..."
Volkov rests his arms on Masters's shoulders taking a deep breath as he feels Masters's cock slide between his cheeks up into his hole. He gasps as the tip enters his unclenched hole, and then he lowers himself, sinking onto Masters's cock and moaning loudly with a good third of his dick in his ass.
"Yeah?" Masters asks.
"Oh you feel so good," Volkov nervously laughs. Why was he nervous? It's not like he hadn't been fucked by hot guys before. Maybe it's because Masters seems like the whole package. Too good to be true.
"You've got a pretty tight hole," Master says. The wrestler is surprised how tight it is considering how much Volkov likes that dick.
"Ugh," Volkov grunts, "Give it to me."
Masters wraps his arms around him as the pornstar lowers himself more on his cock, moaning as he goes down. Masters pushes up in him nice and slow, feeling him clench and unclench with the motion. As he goes, Volkov leans back, letting the dick hit him just right.
"Uhhh... fuck..."
Masters can't resist the body that's in front of him. He holds Volkov down on his cock and leans in kissing his chest and nipping at his pecs.
"Ahhh..." Volkov gasps, surprised by Masters's worship of him. "Yeah..."
The wrestler sucks on his hard pecs some more and when he's finished he looks at Volkov like he's guilty of something. Volkov nods and resumes riding him as if Masters's detour was a scheduled part of their trip.
"Yeah, that's it," Masters says encouraging Volkov to speed up the pace.
Volkov presses his hands on Masters's chest, squeezing it as he rides the cock faster. Masters makes his pecs bounce along with Volkov, which makes the pornstar drip out some precum. Fuck, the wrestler knows exactly how he likes it. He locks eyes with him, wanting to kiss him, but knows it would just be awkward with all his moaning. Masters grunts as the pornstar bounces on his cock. They begin to moan in tandem, their adrenaline matching their desire, as the pace of their fucking increases. Volkov can't contain himself, howling as he feels Masters's dick jam itself deep into him. He feels the wrestler's balls rub against his ass.
"Uhh fuck me, fuck me," Volkov cries out.
Masters grunts louder, obeying the artist's directions. Masters's sweat mixes with the body oil, his body still glistening to perfection like a Greek God come to life on the canvas. He tightens his hold on Volkov and stands back up, his dick still very much in the pornstar.
"Uhh uhhhh uhhhh" he grunts with each steady thrust.
Volkov presses up against the wrestler's body enjoying the strength on display, "Ahh, ahh, ahhh..."
Masters moves them off the canvas toward the bed closer to the window. He sits on the edge and has Volkov bounce in his lap some more. He cups his hands around the artist's ass, his hands sliding up his back to his hair as they kiss again.
"That's it, baby," Masters says, "Ride my cock."
And with that command Masters lies flat on his back. Volkov begins to rock back and forth on the dick. The artist closes his eyes, letting the spasms from his prostate ripple through his body.
"Fuck, yeah ride it," Masters says. "That's it."
Volkov places his hands on Masters's biceps, pinning him to the bed as keeps riding him. Staring at his intense eyes. A smile constant on his face. Masters rubs his hands in circles on that ass as it bounces on his cock. He gives him a playful slap.
"Yeah, daddy like that?"
Masters wasn't that much older than the pornstar to be called Daddy, but he liked hearing him say that. He slaps him again harder. "You like that, you little slut?"
"Ahhh," Volkov moans, "Daddy, fuck me..."
Volkov slows his bouncing and holds the dick deep in him. His body goes taut and then he proceeds to grind his ass in circles. Masters's eyes roll back, he feels a tingling in his dick like he could cum already. Volkov can sense Masters's satisfaction and brings his grinding to a halt. There was still much more he wanted done to himself, as well as to do to Masters, but he hears Masters utter two words that send a chill up his spine, "My turn."
The pornstar climbs off the wrestler and relaxes on his back, staring at the ceiling trying to catch his breath. Masters doesn't want things to stop, not when they're just getting started. He climbs over Volkov and stays hovering over him, twerking his ass as a sign of his intentions. Volkov holds his dick up and feels Masters sink down onto it.
"Ahhh," Masters groans as Volkov's tip enters him. "That's it get in there."
The wrestler's body quivers, reeling from the feeling of a tight heat pressing up into him. It doesn't take long for him to get used to it, his hole clenching around Volkov's member as he pumps his ass up and down on it.
"Fuck yeah," Master roars.
Volkov is pleasantly surprised to see Masters bottoming, but he's not going to question it. He allows the athlete to control the fucking so as not to disturb him and bring it to an end. Between Masters's moans he can hear the wrestler's dick slap against his skin, a nice beat for their fucking to work with.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," the litany of expletives roll out of Masters mouth each time he brings his ass down on the dick.
Volkov can't resist any longer and thrusts up in Masters, making the wrestler gasp with delight. He can picture the wrestler's eyes widen each time he thrusts up in him as the wrestler's ass slams down. He feels Masters shake, struggling to remain above him, but fighting to stay up and prolong the moment.
"Ohhh," after one deep thrust, Masters stops hovering over the pornstar and collapses beside him.
"Fuck, your dick knows your way around me," Masters chuckles between breaths.
"Just like your dick knows its away around me," Volkov says.
"Yeah? You want more do you?" Masters slaps his still hard cock on the pornstar's ass cheek.
Volkov gets on his hands and knees and arches his back, ass out -- could an answer be any more clear?
Masters, still panting from being fucked, takes another deep breath and gets behind him. He smacks his hand on his ass and pulls the cheeks apart, letting them go and smack back together. He pushes them apart again, this time looking at the pulsating hole asking for more. He leans in and licks his tongue across it.
"Ahhh..." Volkov moans with a grin on his face.
Masters licks the hole again, his freshly shaven face brushing up against the pornstar's ass cheeks tickling him. Masters spits at the hole, rubs it in with a finger, and then proceeds to suck on it. Volkov's giggles turn into moans. He can feel drops of the wrestler's saliva drip down his ass cheek. The wrestler then moves on to sliding his tongue in him. He flicks his tongue making Volkov shiver some more. Masters pulls his head away from the ass seeing his hole pulsate, asking to be fucked. Who was he to argue?
Masters sits up on his knees and lines himself up with that hungry hole. Volkov looks back over his shoulder watching as Masters slides his cock back in him. Both the muscle studs exhale with that last little push that gets all of his head in.
Masters slaps Volkov's ass again, this time hard enough to leave a red mark. Volkov doesn't protest so Masters does it again while drilling his dick in him."Oh yeah, ahhhh, ahhhh," Volkov whimpers.
Hearing the muscle stud whine for more cock always turned Masters on. Especially when he was whimpering while pushing back into him, letting the cock go balls deep.
"Fuck, you're just a little slut aren't you?"
"Only for you, Daddy" Volkov says.
"Lucky me," Masters replies.
He grips Volkov's thick thighs and pounds him more, encouraged by the higher pitch of the pornstar's moans. He isn't afraid to use force, driving his dick all the way in without hesitation. Fuck, Volkov looked gorgeous taking his cock like this. He keeps pounding making the artist scream, he wonders if they're going to cum like this. He could keep going but, when he reaches for Volkov's cock and strokes it, he realizes he's not done being fucked yet.
"Yeah, you want that?" Volkov reads his mind.
Masters leans over him so he his face is next to his and whispers into his ear, "Daddy does."
He slows his fucking, kissing down the pornstar's neck and back and then finally pulls out, ready for the artist to direction his position. Volkov has him lay on his side, and then spoons him. He lifts up Masters's leg and is able to slide his dick up in him.
"Ohhhh..." Masters sighs as the warmth reenters his body.
"Yeah?"
Masters nods, allowing Volkov to proceed as he wants. He pumps his dick in him with slow and steady strokes, sensual almost. Masters almost felt guilty for calling him a slut before with how careful and sweet he was now. He trembles feeling the pornstar's breath on his neck as Volkov kisses him by his ear.
"Ohhh... yeahhh..." Masters exhales.
Volkov's fingers circle around Masters's nipples making him even more turned on, if that was even possible.
Volkov goes with slightly faster strokes, still keeping things very sensual between them. Masters's prostate throbs with each thrust into it. The slower pace extends the feeling. And then Volkov's hand stroking his cock equally slow, dragging the motion as it jerks up his shaft.
"Oh goddd," Masters moans, the penetrating feeling like ecstasy.
Volkov presses his hands on Masters's sweaty chest, holding him close as he fucks him faster.
"Uh uh uhhhh..."
"God yes, god, fuck me, yes," Masters begs him to keep going, writhing around.
Volkov doesn't disappoint and soon Masters yells are gibberish. The wrestler grips the bed sheets and without even touching his cock cums. His load blasts out, surprising him as much as Volkov, all without warning. Volkov keeps thrusting in him making Masters's eyes roll back. It was all too much and then--
"Ahhhhhh..."
Volkov cums inside Masters. Masters moans at the warm that fills him up. Fuck. Both men remain spooned together panting, breathless. Then Volkov rolls the wrestler over on his stomach and crawls around to get a view of his swollen hole with the white liquid still leaking out. Volkov goes in and laps it up, sucking Masters clean. When Volkov is finished Masters rolls over on to his back in awe of the muscle hunk.
"You're incredible..." Masters is at a loss of words to describe just how amazing everything was.
"Me? You're a masterpiece."
If I had the option of either one of these muscle men, if Masters were juiced up and back in his prime I'd definitely go with him, but in their current physiques I'd pick Volkov, ugly back tattoo and all.
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