Costin stands in the ring adjusting his trunks, as they keep coming up like he were in a bodybuilder competition. He tugs them down as the music blares announcing Cage's arrival. The wrestler struts to the ring in his machine armor that shields half of his ripped body. Why does someone with that much muscle need armor?
He takes off the armor and stares down his opponent, the oiled up Costin still adjusting his trunks. The bell rings and the two men start after each other, Cage lunging for the pornstar, Costin hopping over him and getting him in a waist lock. Cage elbows him and then spins around, grabbing Costin by the head and shoving him to the ropes. The pornstar rebounds back, ducking a clothesline attempt and bounces off the opposite ropes back at him. This time he slides through Cage's legs, when the wrestler turns around to grab him, Costin leaps up and gets him in a headscissors, but Costin overpowers him and slams him down with a powerbomb that reverberates across the entire ring.
Costin rolls away, sore, but not stopped. He pulls himself up as The Machine grabs him to whip him into the corner. Costin reverses it, sending Cage hard into the corner. He then runs at him and hits an uppercut. Costin steps a few feet back and runs at him again, this time with a big boot to the kisser. If he weren't in the corner, Cage would fall right over, instead he falls into the ropes, shaken. Costin hits another uppercut and then sticks Cage's head between his legs and then pulls on his trunks, tugging them up into a tight wedgie that exposes his ass checks. He keeps pulling, stretching Cage's trunks out and then slaps his hands hard on each of the cheeks.
"You like that?" Costin taunts.
Costin lifts Cage up and hits a pump handle slam. His massive body falling to the ring makes the ring shake again. Costin wastes not time and sits on top of Cage, pulling the wrestler's legs up behind him, Cage's groin rubbing against his ass. One. Two. Cage punches out even though he would have gladly remained in that position for much longer.
Cage gets up, red hot with fury. Costin tries slapping him across the chest, but the wrestler still marches toward him without flinching. He can see the panic in Costin's eyes, wondering what he just did. Cage grabs both his hands around Costin's head and heaves him into the corner. He charges in at him and squashes him with a bodysplash. Costin stumbles out of the ring before dropping to his knees, his face in Cage's groin.
"You like this?" Cage taunts back, before thrusting his crotch at Costin's face, toppling him over.
Cage slides on top of the pornstar for the pin, but Costin punches out after two. Cage shows no signs of disappointment, if anything he's eager to play with Costin some more. He pulls the pornstar up to his feet and gets him in a full bodylock. Cage follows it up with an overhead throw, making the built Costin look nothing more than a ragdoll.
Cage stalks the pornstar and picks him back up, slinging him over his shoulder before dropping him back down in the center of the ring. He then stands over him, watching Costin try to crawl away.
"Nice try," Cage chuckles, grabbing Costin in a lock and falling down to the ring with him, getting him in body triangle hold.
"How's that?" Cage taunts, crushing Costin's body with his.
Truthfully Costin likes Cage being wrapped up in him, if it weren't for the pain anyway. He kicks his legs and tries to roll free, but Cage has a firm hold on him. Costin rolls them around some more, managing to free a hand. He twists his upper body out of Cage's grip and hits some punches to his gut. Cage tries to slow him by squeezing his legs around Costin's waist, but the pornstar keeps punching his gut. Cage rolls them around to block the assault and gets behind Costin. He hits him in the back of the head and then throws him back with a German suplex. He stands back up sweaty from the holds, and licks his lips, ready to finish Costin off. But Costin rolls to the outside edge of the ring, on the other side of the ropes. Cage reaches over, grabbing his head to get him back upright, but Costin snaps back, grabbing Cage by the head and slamming him into the corner turnbuckle. He then reaches and gets ahold of the wrestler, lifting the massive man up and over the ropes with a suplex. Cage falls out to the outer mats. As soon as Cage stands up Costin leaps off the ring apron and hits him with a flying forearm. Cage stumbles back into the metal barriers, surprised by Costin's assault. Costin has come to fight!
Feeling more confident, the pornstar struts over to Cage and hits him with a few blows before hitting him with a backbreaker. The wrestler moans out in pain, a cry for help that turns Costin on. He climbs back on the edge of the ring and waits for Cage to get up again. He leaps at him getting his legs on his shoulders, but Cage catches him and throws him into the ring post. There's a loud clunk from Costin's back hitting the metal pole and the pornstar can't hide the pain. Cage rolls back into the ring and as Costin climbs back up he grabs him and hits a suplex back into the ring. Costin barely moves, he's in so much pain.
"It's over!" Cage yells as he approaches Costin.
Cage slings Costin's arm over his shoulder and hoists him up to finish him off with a drill claw. The brutal move practically knocks Costin out. Cage rolls him on his back and slides on top of him as the ref counts it out: One, two, three. And with that Cage raises his arms in victory.
"It's over!" Cage yells as he approaches Costin.
Cage slings Costin's arm over his shoulder and hoists him up to finish him off with a drill claw. The brutal move practically knocks Costin out. Cage rolls him on his back and slides on top of him as the ref counts it out: One, two, three. And with that Cage raises his arms in victory.
"You like that, boy?" Cage asks, towering over him.
Still exhausted, Costin utters a, "Yeah."
"What did you like most?" Cage asks, pulling the pornstar up to his feet.
Costin puts his hands on Cage's chest, "Everything."
"Oh really?" Cage raises his eyebrows. "Even this?"
He holds his wrist and flexes his chest and biceps, holding the pose so Costin's hands can feel his muscles. The pornstar doesn't think about the weirdness in this at all and instead admires the body, knowing the work it takes to get a physique like this.
"How about this?" Cage asks, putting his hands behinds his head and flexing.
Costin's hands explore down Cage's chest and abs to his groin, feeling a warm growth under his trunks. He continues down to the wrestler's thick thighs going down the right leg and back up the left.
"Like I said, everything." Costin replies.
"Everything?" Cage asks as he smacks both his hands on Costin's ass.
Costin nods as Cage tugs his trunks down to his ankles, revealing Costin's boner.
"I guess so," Cage chuckles.
Costin puts his hands on Cage's trunks, hesitating until Cage gives him a nod. He tugs them off and Cage steps out, revealing his thick, semi-hard cock and huge ass.
"Did you have a favorite part of the match?"
"I liked it when you were in the corner," Costin says.
"Yeah," Cage raises his eyebrow.
Cage sits on the corner turnbuckle, first time he's done that naked. "Like this?"
Costin crawls over on his knees and grabs his thick cock, squeezing it tight in his hands, in awe of yet another part of Cage's body, "Yeah..."
He begins by licking it, Cage grunts, not used to a man's mouth around him, but finding the familiar sensations encouraging. Costin keeps going, the stimulation is effective, at least enough for Cage to grit his teeth as he slowly gets hard from the tongue, gently lapping and teasing his cock. Then his lips wrapped around Cage entirely, causing the muscular athlete to gasp at how hot and wet his mouth around him is. Cage tightens his grip on the ropes looking down at Costin as he sucks harder, but soft moans escape through his gritted teeth.
"Fuck..." Cage sighs.
The pornstar could taste his precum, and bobs even faster. Sucking harder. Fondling Cage's sac. He knows exactly what makes a blowjob so good and then does it even better. Cage pets his bald head, a reminder that a man, and not his wife, is sucking him off. Shit, no woman has ever sucked him off like this.
Costin runs his tongue roughly over the sensitive nerves below the head as he sucks the dick. It's all becoming too much. Too intense. Cage's hands shake the ropes, making the ring shake too.
"St-stop," he barks.
Costin spits the dick out and licks the head until Cage pushes him back, meaning it. Costin stands up with a smirk on his face.
"You like this dick so much, eh?" Cage says, fired up.
The wrestler grabs the porn star and stuffs him back in the corner so hard that Costin falls down on his ass. Cage angles down and begins skull fucking him, hard. Thrusting his dick deep down Costin's throat, making Costin gag and choke. Constant -- like the machine he describes himself as.
"Not so funny now, huh?" Cage says as he continues to force his cock into Costin.
With his head pressed back against the turnbuckle, Costin's eyes tear up. Cage's dick is good, but his wild thrusts and force are overload. He feels like his head could explode from too much dick. He tries pushing Cage back, but the bodybuilder of a wrestler outpowers him.
"Yeah, maybe next time you'll listen when I say stop," Cage says.
Finally Cage pulls his dick out, one long strand of salvia dripping from it. It breaks free from Cage's cock, splattering on the pornstar's face. Costin wipes his mouth to catch his breath, relieved it's over. But he's mistaken, Cage is just getting started. He picks the pornstar up and sets him on the middle turnbuckle, his legs spread wide open over the middle ropes. Cage then squats down and angles his dick up and forces it into Costin's hole.
"AHHHH," the pornstar yells out as a burning rips through his body.
"Yeah, that's it stud," Cage says smacking Costin on the cheeks. "Let me fill you."
Costin holds on to the ropes tightly as Cage jams his cock back in him, not at all going for the slow build, starting off strong and dominant. This machine only has one setting -- on.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhh," Costin moans, trying to maintain his breathing.
The wrestler stares down at his cock watching it pump into the pornstar, ensuring that his wild thrusts maintain contact. Cage keeps going, like the machine he is, fucking the pornstar hard, being the alpha that he so loves being. He feels down Costin's body, his bouncing chest, fingers dipping into the grooves of his abs. The way Cage touches Costin it's like he really is something to behold, as if Cage didn't rival the bodies of Greek Gods himself. He continues downward, grabbing on to Costin's cock, gripping it firmly and stroking it slow to counter his fast pace.
Costin, still exasperated from the pounding he's getting, can't believe how much energy Cage has -- he really is a machine. And the curve of his thick cock, it hits him right every time. The pornstar's moans become high pitched whines as he struggles to maintain his sanity.
"Getting too much for you, you weak cocksucker?"
"Noooo..." Costin whines, which sounds more like him telling Cage no more, than a rebuttal to Cage's question.
Cage slows his thrusts down and keeps his dick steady in the pornstar and then with a twinkle in his eye, begins grinding in him. Costin's eyes light up from the maneuver and he locks eyes with Cage who confidently nods, "I know..."
"Ahhh ahhh..." Costin puts his hands on Cage's chest, so tempted to push him back. He's so close to cumming and he doesn't want things to end soon.
Cage eventually pulls out and helps Costin out of the corner. He slaps him on the ass, hard. Costin tries to hide the pain, but he knows Cage saw him wince.
"What next..." Costin asks.
"I liked it when you tried to pin me," Cage says.
"Yeah?" Costin sounds surprised, he would have thought Cage didn't like being submissive.
But the wrestler wants to recreate that moment, so Cage lies near the corner and Costin squats down, getting the wrestler's dick deep in him. Cage's hands hold Costin's hips, rocking with him in a steady, undulating rhythm. Costin lets the wrestler hold him until he catches on, then pries Cage's hands away from his hips and threads their fingers together, pushing Cage's hands back on the ring. It's unusual for the big wrestler to submit like this, but for Costin he'll make an exception. Feeling the weight of the bodybuilding pornstar on him doesn't feel like an actual submission, at least not when his cock is impaling Costin's ass.
Cage grunts, rocking his hips up harder. "Yes," he whispers. "Fuck..."
"Like that?" Costin asks as he presses down harder, speeding up.
"Sean--" Cage groans and arches up.
"Brian," Costin says, and he yanks a hand free to stroke himself off, fast, breath rasping out between his teeth. "Fuck, that's some good dick..."
Cage takes over stroking Costin's cock with his left hand while the pornstar presses down on Cage's chest. That muscle. That strength. Fuck. He keeps rocking back and forth on the cock some more, grinding down hard against Cage's hips, abusing the dick like it were just a part of some machine.
"Uhhhh," the pornstar feels Cage hold on to his waist as he closes his eyes.
"Yeah, ride that cock," Cage says, bouncing the pornstar up and down on him.
The wrestler doesn't let his cock more than halfway out of Costin before slamming him back down, balls deep. He goes from looking at the enjoyment on Costin's face down his ripped body to his erect cock slapping against Cage's stomach. The wrestler loves this position, but no woman can handle it when he uses all his strength. Costin, meanwhile, not only could take it, but seemingly wants more. Quite the dramatic change from when he was whining like a bitch in the corner. Cage can't tell what turns him on more, the earlier cries or the strength to handle all of him.
"Ohhhh," Costin moans as he's impaled again. "Shit!"
Costin holds himself steady on the cock and grinds down hard against Cage's hips, eyes squeezing shut as he strokes his own dick. He can't help but tighten around the cock, it feels so good he doesn't want to let go. He rocks back and forth looking at Cage, who seems to be either lost in his thoughts or not thinking anything at all.
Truth is Cage feels the tapping of Costin's head against him, still erect. Hearing the pornstar's moans and sighs, the smell of his sweat. Seeing him bottom so eagerly for his cock -- is bottoming really that good?
Cage's curiosity gets the best of him and he grabs the pornstar's cock, squeezing his fingers around the head, feeling the precum ooze out. "Let's see what you can do with this?"
Costin slows down and slides off of Cage's penis, hungry to fuck the wrestler if that's what he wants. Cage rolls over on to his stomach and arches his back so his enormous ass sticks out.
Costin pulls the cheeks apart, seeing the tight hole in all of its glory. He spits at it, watching his saliva get sucked into Cage. He then leans in and starts flicking his tongue across the entrance, circling around, taunting the wrestler.
"Come on!" Cage impatiently demands.
"This what you want?" Costin puts a hand on the small of Cage's back and shoves himself in -- two rocking pushes and a sharp thrust, and he's rooted, panting.
"Fuck yeah," Cage groans, his muscle-y ass clenching around the shaft. "Now don't just stay there, you fucking cocksucker, hurt me."
Costin lunges forward, intent on doing exactly that. Cage growls into the ring, pressing his face against it. Costin is ruthless, steady, growling dangerously above Cage's head as he presses in, rough, demanding strokes coming one after another. "Fuck," Costin breathes, "Your ass is so tight."
"You think I let just any one in?" Cage half-laughs, and when Costin slams in again, he clenches his teeth hard and half-howls, too.
But it's true, Cage played with toys before, enough to keep Costin from stretching his hole, but when it comes to the real thing, Costin is his first. And the way the pornstar is going, he'd be all Cage ever needs.
"Fuck, Sean, that's it, hurt me."
"If this--" Costin grunts as he slams in again-- "isn't good enough then I can--" and slams Cage hard against the ring-- "beat the shit out of you later."
"You lost the match, there, stud," Cage reminds him.
Costin throws his entire body into his pounding, making the ring shake. "I feel like a winner now."
Another sharp thrust that has Cage gasping, "Me too."
Costin maintains his quick rhythm, the sweat just dripping off his skin on to Cage. He can't recall the last time a bottom took this much this hard without begging him to stop. It turns Costin on even more, seeing the big man enjoy his dick so much, but not in a submissive way.
"Man, you can take a lot of dick" Costin pauses to pant and simply hold steady in Cage; he rests his hands on Cage's shoulders and gives a hard, rocking, deep thrust, one that makes Cage jerk. Costin likes that; he gives a few more of those while he's resting, and Cage presses back against him.
"More like that," Cage gasps, "Come on, Sean, come on..."
"You're begging now?" Costin teases his fingers up the length of Cage's spine, scratching at the back of his neck.
"Please," Cage asks; it doesn't quite sound like begging, but at least it came out quickly. "More like that, please, Sean."
"Good," Costin says, and he pins the back of Cage's neck down and rocks in hard. These thrusts barely seem to move him; he could keep this up a good long while, without worrying about when he's going to come.
Cage groans, and shoves his ass up again. "Sean, fuck me, just go," he begs.
And it's the tone of voice in that last request that Costin can't resist it. Costin pulls out, enough to give himself a nice long slide back in, and yeah, he's gone, gone completely, the way Cage told him to go. His eyes close, and he presses forward hard, growling low in his throat.
The wrestler pushes his ass back up faster, becoming a power bottom in real time, as he roars, "Yeah, fuck yeah!"
Costin barely even needs to move as Cage thrusts his ass back up and down the shaft. The wrestler is clearly hungry for cock and likes what Costin is serving him, and he only wants more. Once Costin's dick hits Cage at the right angle, nailing his prostate, the athlete chokes out moans of pleasure as wave after wave rushes through him. He pushes back hard on to Costin again and again, not wanting the feeling to stop, turning red as he pushes harder, getting Costin deep in him.
"Ahhhh!" he yells out with a big breath.
"Whoa," Costin pulls Cage back up so he's on his hands and knees and then resumes fucking. "That's it stud."
Costin pumps his dick fast into Cage, faster than when he was directly on top of him. He twists it as it goes in, feeling Cage clench up each time. With an ass that tight, Costin could fuck him for hours -- he braces Cage's shoulders as he increases his pace.
"Oh yeah..." Cage grunts and moans, taking it all with stride.
Costin can tell Cage is as dick-matized as Costin is mesmerized with his ass. He slaps Cage's ass as he pounds it harder, watching the cheeks bounce and collide with each penetration.
"Fuck me," Cage shudders after Costin hits his prostate.
Costin repeats the angle and goes harder, making the wrestler lurch forward.
"Stay still you little bitch," Costin barks.
Cage doesn't like being talked to like this, but the dick feels too good to protest.
"That's it, take my dick, bitch." Costin shouts, slamming down on him.
Cage bites his lip, still holding back on putting Costin in his place. But the third time Costin calls him a bitch is enough. Cage pushes back to sit up on his knees, shaking the pornstar off of him.
"Yeah," Cage raises his eyebrow.
Cage sits on the corner turnbuckle, first time he's done that naked. "Like this?"
Costin crawls over on his knees and grabs his thick cock, squeezing it tight in his hands, in awe of yet another part of Cage's body, "Yeah..."
He begins by licking it, Cage grunts, not used to a man's mouth around him, but finding the familiar sensations encouraging. Costin keeps going, the stimulation is effective, at least enough for Cage to grit his teeth as he slowly gets hard from the tongue, gently lapping and teasing his cock. Then his lips wrapped around Cage entirely, causing the muscular athlete to gasp at how hot and wet his mouth around him is. Cage tightens his grip on the ropes looking down at Costin as he sucks harder, but soft moans escape through his gritted teeth.
"Fuck..." Cage sighs.
The pornstar could taste his precum, and bobs even faster. Sucking harder. Fondling Cage's sac. He knows exactly what makes a blowjob so good and then does it even better. Cage pets his bald head, a reminder that a man, and not his wife, is sucking him off. Shit, no woman has ever sucked him off like this.
Costin runs his tongue roughly over the sensitive nerves below the head as he sucks the dick. It's all becoming too much. Too intense. Cage's hands shake the ropes, making the ring shake too.
"St-stop," he barks.
Costin spits the dick out and licks the head until Cage pushes him back, meaning it. Costin stands up with a smirk on his face.
"You like this dick so much, eh?" Cage says, fired up.
The wrestler grabs the porn star and stuffs him back in the corner so hard that Costin falls down on his ass. Cage angles down and begins skull fucking him, hard. Thrusting his dick deep down Costin's throat, making Costin gag and choke. Constant -- like the machine he describes himself as.
"Not so funny now, huh?" Cage says as he continues to force his cock into Costin.
With his head pressed back against the turnbuckle, Costin's eyes tear up. Cage's dick is good, but his wild thrusts and force are overload. He feels like his head could explode from too much dick. He tries pushing Cage back, but the bodybuilder of a wrestler outpowers him.
"Yeah, maybe next time you'll listen when I say stop," Cage says.
Finally Cage pulls his dick out, one long strand of salvia dripping from it. It breaks free from Cage's cock, splattering on the pornstar's face. Costin wipes his mouth to catch his breath, relieved it's over. But he's mistaken, Cage is just getting started. He picks the pornstar up and sets him on the middle turnbuckle, his legs spread wide open over the middle ropes. Cage then squats down and angles his dick up and forces it into Costin's hole.
"AHHHH," the pornstar yells out as a burning rips through his body.
"Yeah, that's it stud," Cage says smacking Costin on the cheeks. "Let me fill you."
Costin holds on to the ropes tightly as Cage jams his cock back in him, not at all going for the slow build, starting off strong and dominant. This machine only has one setting -- on.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhh," Costin moans, trying to maintain his breathing.
The wrestler stares down at his cock watching it pump into the pornstar, ensuring that his wild thrusts maintain contact. Cage keeps going, like the machine he is, fucking the pornstar hard, being the alpha that he so loves being. He feels down Costin's body, his bouncing chest, fingers dipping into the grooves of his abs. The way Cage touches Costin it's like he really is something to behold, as if Cage didn't rival the bodies of Greek Gods himself. He continues downward, grabbing on to Costin's cock, gripping it firmly and stroking it slow to counter his fast pace.
Costin, still exasperated from the pounding he's getting, can't believe how much energy Cage has -- he really is a machine. And the curve of his thick cock, it hits him right every time. The pornstar's moans become high pitched whines as he struggles to maintain his sanity.
"Getting too much for you, you weak cocksucker?"
"Noooo..." Costin whines, which sounds more like him telling Cage no more, than a rebuttal to Cage's question.
Cage slows his thrusts down and keeps his dick steady in the pornstar and then with a twinkle in his eye, begins grinding in him. Costin's eyes light up from the maneuver and he locks eyes with Cage who confidently nods, "I know..."
"Ahhh ahhh..." Costin puts his hands on Cage's chest, so tempted to push him back. He's so close to cumming and he doesn't want things to end soon.
Cage eventually pulls out and helps Costin out of the corner. He slaps him on the ass, hard. Costin tries to hide the pain, but he knows Cage saw him wince.
"What next..." Costin asks.
"Yeah?" Costin sounds surprised, he would have thought Cage didn't like being submissive.
But the wrestler wants to recreate that moment, so Cage lies near the corner and Costin squats down, getting the wrestler's dick deep in him. Cage's hands hold Costin's hips, rocking with him in a steady, undulating rhythm. Costin lets the wrestler hold him until he catches on, then pries Cage's hands away from his hips and threads their fingers together, pushing Cage's hands back on the ring. It's unusual for the big wrestler to submit like this, but for Costin he'll make an exception. Feeling the weight of the bodybuilding pornstar on him doesn't feel like an actual submission, at least not when his cock is impaling Costin's ass.
Cage grunts, rocking his hips up harder. "Yes," he whispers. "Fuck..."
"Like that?" Costin asks as he presses down harder, speeding up.
"Sean--" Cage groans and arches up.
"Brian," Costin says, and he yanks a hand free to stroke himself off, fast, breath rasping out between his teeth. "Fuck, that's some good dick..."
Cage takes over stroking Costin's cock with his left hand while the pornstar presses down on Cage's chest. That muscle. That strength. Fuck. He keeps rocking back and forth on the cock some more, grinding down hard against Cage's hips, abusing the dick like it were just a part of some machine.
"Uhhhh," the pornstar feels Cage hold on to his waist as he closes his eyes.
"Yeah, ride that cock," Cage says, bouncing the pornstar up and down on him.
The wrestler doesn't let his cock more than halfway out of Costin before slamming him back down, balls deep. He goes from looking at the enjoyment on Costin's face down his ripped body to his erect cock slapping against Cage's stomach. The wrestler loves this position, but no woman can handle it when he uses all his strength. Costin, meanwhile, not only could take it, but seemingly wants more. Quite the dramatic change from when he was whining like a bitch in the corner. Cage can't tell what turns him on more, the earlier cries or the strength to handle all of him.
"Ohhhh," Costin moans as he's impaled again. "Shit!"
Costin holds himself steady on the cock and grinds down hard against Cage's hips, eyes squeezing shut as he strokes his own dick. He can't help but tighten around the cock, it feels so good he doesn't want to let go. He rocks back and forth looking at Cage, who seems to be either lost in his thoughts or not thinking anything at all.
Truth is Cage feels the tapping of Costin's head against him, still erect. Hearing the pornstar's moans and sighs, the smell of his sweat. Seeing him bottom so eagerly for his cock -- is bottoming really that good?
Cage's curiosity gets the best of him and he grabs the pornstar's cock, squeezing his fingers around the head, feeling the precum ooze out. "Let's see what you can do with this?"
Costin slows down and slides off of Cage's penis, hungry to fuck the wrestler if that's what he wants. Cage rolls over on to his stomach and arches his back so his enormous ass sticks out.
Costin pulls the cheeks apart, seeing the tight hole in all of its glory. He spits at it, watching his saliva get sucked into Cage. He then leans in and starts flicking his tongue across the entrance, circling around, taunting the wrestler.
"Come on!" Cage impatiently demands.
"This what you want?" Costin puts a hand on the small of Cage's back and shoves himself in -- two rocking pushes and a sharp thrust, and he's rooted, panting.
"Fuck yeah," Cage groans, his muscle-y ass clenching around the shaft. "Now don't just stay there, you fucking cocksucker, hurt me."
Costin lunges forward, intent on doing exactly that. Cage growls into the ring, pressing his face against it. Costin is ruthless, steady, growling dangerously above Cage's head as he presses in, rough, demanding strokes coming one after another. "Fuck," Costin breathes, "Your ass is so tight."
"You think I let just any one in?" Cage half-laughs, and when Costin slams in again, he clenches his teeth hard and half-howls, too.
But it's true, Cage played with toys before, enough to keep Costin from stretching his hole, but when it comes to the real thing, Costin is his first. And the way the pornstar is going, he'd be all Cage ever needs.
"Fuck, Sean, that's it, hurt me."
"If this--" Costin grunts as he slams in again-- "isn't good enough then I can--" and slams Cage hard against the ring-- "beat the shit out of you later."
"You lost the match, there, stud," Cage reminds him.
Costin throws his entire body into his pounding, making the ring shake. "I feel like a winner now."
Another sharp thrust that has Cage gasping, "Me too."
Costin maintains his quick rhythm, the sweat just dripping off his skin on to Cage. He can't recall the last time a bottom took this much this hard without begging him to stop. It turns Costin on even more, seeing the big man enjoy his dick so much, but not in a submissive way.
"Man, you can take a lot of dick" Costin pauses to pant and simply hold steady in Cage; he rests his hands on Cage's shoulders and gives a hard, rocking, deep thrust, one that makes Cage jerk. Costin likes that; he gives a few more of those while he's resting, and Cage presses back against him.
"More like that," Cage gasps, "Come on, Sean, come on..."
"You're begging now?" Costin teases his fingers up the length of Cage's spine, scratching at the back of his neck.
"Please," Cage asks; it doesn't quite sound like begging, but at least it came out quickly. "More like that, please, Sean."
"Good," Costin says, and he pins the back of Cage's neck down and rocks in hard. These thrusts barely seem to move him; he could keep this up a good long while, without worrying about when he's going to come.
Cage groans, and shoves his ass up again. "Sean, fuck me, just go," he begs.
And it's the tone of voice in that last request that Costin can't resist it. Costin pulls out, enough to give himself a nice long slide back in, and yeah, he's gone, gone completely, the way Cage told him to go. His eyes close, and he presses forward hard, growling low in his throat.
The wrestler pushes his ass back up faster, becoming a power bottom in real time, as he roars, "Yeah, fuck yeah!"
Costin barely even needs to move as Cage thrusts his ass back up and down the shaft. The wrestler is clearly hungry for cock and likes what Costin is serving him, and he only wants more. Once Costin's dick hits Cage at the right angle, nailing his prostate, the athlete chokes out moans of pleasure as wave after wave rushes through him. He pushes back hard on to Costin again and again, not wanting the feeling to stop, turning red as he pushes harder, getting Costin deep in him.
"Ahhhh!" he yells out with a big breath.
"Whoa," Costin pulls Cage back up so he's on his hands and knees and then resumes fucking. "That's it stud."
Costin pumps his dick fast into Cage, faster than when he was directly on top of him. He twists it as it goes in, feeling Cage clench up each time. With an ass that tight, Costin could fuck him for hours -- he braces Cage's shoulders as he increases his pace.
"Oh yeah..." Cage grunts and moans, taking it all with stride.
Costin can tell Cage is as dick-matized as Costin is mesmerized with his ass. He slaps Cage's ass as he pounds it harder, watching the cheeks bounce and collide with each penetration.
"Fuck me," Cage shudders after Costin hits his prostate.
Costin repeats the angle and goes harder, making the wrestler lurch forward.
"Stay still you little bitch," Costin barks.
Cage doesn't like being talked to like this, but the dick feels too good to protest.
"That's it, take my dick, bitch." Costin shouts, slamming down on him.
Cage bites his lip, still holding back on putting Costin in his place. But the third time Costin calls him a bitch is enough. Cage pushes back to sit up on his knees, shaking the pornstar off of him.
"Bitch? I'll show you who's a bitch."
And with that he grabs Costin and throws him down on his hands and knees. He holds on to his waist and crawls up behind, slapping his dick on the ass, a prelude to what's about to come.
"Take this, bitch."
Costin holds on to the ropes as he feels the bodybuilder press into him, fill him up with his thick shaft until he's fully sheathed inside him. Costin sighs, feeling Cage's hands grip him by his hips again and start withdrawing almost to the tip. Costin meets him as Cage pushes back into him, fucking himself back - Cage isn't the only one who can power bottom.
"Oh fuck," Cage sighs, staring down at Costin's ass as it eats up his dick.
Costin continues pushing back, going up and down on the cock moaning louder and longer than when Cage had fucked him before. So much for him being a Cage's bitch.
Cage gets jealous and can't hold back much longer and begins to thrust as Costin pushes back. Soon Cage is overpowering Costin, and the pornstar stops moving back, and instead lurches forward with each powerful thrust Cage hits him with.
"You like it rough now, do you?" Cage smirks.
Costin cries out, "Yeahhh..." as Cage penetrates him once again.
Cage thrusts hard and fast, smacking Costin's ass, impressed that it can take so much abuse. He plows into him hard, holding it steady and then smacks both his hands on Costin's ass for a loud clap.
"Ohhhh," Costin grins through his moan. Cage holds the pornstar firmly as he goes rapid fire with his fucking. The sensation fills both me; the sound of their skin smacking together echoes throughout the arena.
It takes Cage some time to come back to himself; when he finally does, he loosens his grip and pulls out, a little faster than is likely comfortable for either of them. Cage jerks and presses up, he's short of breath, but he's not any slower for it. Cage's plowing into him exactly right, hitting that spot inside over and over. He needs the relief, starting to stroke himself as frenzied as Cage's thrusts. He's still like a machine, but one that's testing its limits.
"You gonna cum for me," Cage asks while pulling back out and in again.
Costin is too choked up to reply. Literally speechless from the fucking.
“If you don’t, I will,” Cage warns
Costin looks back over his shoulder, "I'm close."
"Let me see it," Cage says, flipping Costin over on his back and quickly forcing his dick back in him. "Cum for you little cocksucker."
Cage leans in and gives Costin a small kiss to the corner of his mouth, brushing their noses together before leaning back and resuming his thrusting.
Costin's expression changes, he can feel it building up in him. It's like a dam that's been breached after that, a flood of sensation overflowing with Costin. Cage pins him down on his shoulders over him, staring down at his dick waiting for the moment.
"Cum for me..."
Costin's moans grow more desperate and frantic, the pressure building and building. And just like that the dam completely bursts, pleasure coursing through him as he unspools silently, spilling his load all over Cage's hand and his stomach. He tenses his thighs around the wrestler, fingernails digging into Cage's biceps as he holds on, riding the wave.
"Fuck yeah," Cage is transfixed on the milky white cum gushing out of Costin's cock.
He follows shortly after, rhythm faltering as his thrusts grow shallow and frantic, chipping away at his own orgasm. And then he cums, dick throbbing as he shoots off inside, hot and wet and deep.
"AHHHHHH," the wrestler roars as he slowly slides his dick out. He wipes the remaining cum on Costin's stomach, mixing their fluids.
Costin lays still for a few moments, chest heaving as he catches his breath, sweat slick body pressed against the ring. Cage doesn't know what's gotten into him, but he feels the urge to kiss Costin. It's not like when he's finished fucking around with other girls and wants to shower immediately. No, there's something in Cage that makes him want this moment to last as long as possible. And so Cage leans down to Costin, kissing him on the lips, soft and slow, way more tender than they’ve been in the ring. Maybe he's not all machine after all.
He slaps Costin across the face, "Come on -- let's clean up for a rematch."
Can't go wrong with either of these bodybuilding hunks, but if I could only have one of these two muscle studs, I'd pick Cage.
And with that he grabs Costin and throws him down on his hands and knees. He holds on to his waist and crawls up behind, slapping his dick on the ass, a prelude to what's about to come.
"Take this, bitch."
Costin holds on to the ropes as he feels the bodybuilder press into him, fill him up with his thick shaft until he's fully sheathed inside him. Costin sighs, feeling Cage's hands grip him by his hips again and start withdrawing almost to the tip. Costin meets him as Cage pushes back into him, fucking himself back - Cage isn't the only one who can power bottom.
"Oh fuck," Cage sighs, staring down at Costin's ass as it eats up his dick.
Costin continues pushing back, going up and down on the cock moaning louder and longer than when Cage had fucked him before. So much for him being a Cage's bitch.
Cage gets jealous and can't hold back much longer and begins to thrust as Costin pushes back. Soon Cage is overpowering Costin, and the pornstar stops moving back, and instead lurches forward with each powerful thrust Cage hits him with.
"You like it rough now, do you?" Cage smirks.
Costin cries out, "Yeahhh..." as Cage penetrates him once again.
Cage thrusts hard and fast, smacking Costin's ass, impressed that it can take so much abuse. He plows into him hard, holding it steady and then smacks both his hands on Costin's ass for a loud clap.
"Ohhhh," Costin grins through his moan. Cage holds the pornstar firmly as he goes rapid fire with his fucking. The sensation fills both me; the sound of their skin smacking together echoes throughout the arena.
It takes Cage some time to come back to himself; when he finally does, he loosens his grip and pulls out, a little faster than is likely comfortable for either of them. Cage jerks and presses up, he's short of breath, but he's not any slower for it. Cage's plowing into him exactly right, hitting that spot inside over and over. He needs the relief, starting to stroke himself as frenzied as Cage's thrusts. He's still like a machine, but one that's testing its limits.
"You gonna cum for me," Cage asks while pulling back out and in again.
Costin is too choked up to reply. Literally speechless from the fucking.
“If you don’t, I will,” Cage warns
Costin looks back over his shoulder, "I'm close."
"Let me see it," Cage says, flipping Costin over on his back and quickly forcing his dick back in him. "Cum for you little cocksucker."
Cage leans in and gives Costin a small kiss to the corner of his mouth, brushing their noses together before leaning back and resuming his thrusting.
Costin's expression changes, he can feel it building up in him. It's like a dam that's been breached after that, a flood of sensation overflowing with Costin. Cage pins him down on his shoulders over him, staring down at his dick waiting for the moment.
"Cum for me..."
Costin's moans grow more desperate and frantic, the pressure building and building. And just like that the dam completely bursts, pleasure coursing through him as he unspools silently, spilling his load all over Cage's hand and his stomach. He tenses his thighs around the wrestler, fingernails digging into Cage's biceps as he holds on, riding the wave.
"Fuck yeah," Cage is transfixed on the milky white cum gushing out of Costin's cock.
He follows shortly after, rhythm faltering as his thrusts grow shallow and frantic, chipping away at his own orgasm. And then he cums, dick throbbing as he shoots off inside, hot and wet and deep.
"AHHHHHH," the wrestler roars as he slowly slides his dick out. He wipes the remaining cum on Costin's stomach, mixing their fluids.
Costin lays still for a few moments, chest heaving as he catches his breath, sweat slick body pressed against the ring. Cage doesn't know what's gotten into him, but he feels the urge to kiss Costin. It's not like when he's finished fucking around with other girls and wants to shower immediately. No, there's something in Cage that makes him want this moment to last as long as possible. And so Cage leans down to Costin, kissing him on the lips, soft and slow, way more tender than they’ve been in the ring. Maybe he's not all machine after all.
He slaps Costin across the face, "Come on -- let's clean up for a rematch."
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