Rogan Richards vs. Buddy Murphy

Richards is the 6'0, 200 lb Australian bodybuilder pornstar. Having done studio work where he topped and occasionally bottomed, Rogans now makes content for his own site where he plays the role of dominant top. Murphy with the slogan of being the best kept secret, has also got one of the best chests and pecs in wrestling. Unfortunately the 5'11, 225 lb Aussie was recently released from WWE, but hopefully will be snatched up by another promotion soon - because his body is still killing it.

Richards struts to the ring wearing his tight black singlet. He's reminded of how much he loves singlets and makes a note that he should try wearing them more often. Next Murphy's music kicks up and the wrestler comes marching to the ring in his torn shorts. Richards is impressed with his comparable size, but envious of Murphy's chest - but then again who isn't?

The bell rings and the two men square off, Richards licks his lips - he's done his fair share of wrestling - more for kink than sport - but he's pretty sure he can handle Murphy. Murphy doesn't look at all intimidated, not even by Richards's skimpy singlet that seems at least one size too small. The two lock up, fighting to out power the other, when suddenly Richards can't resist and starts spanking Murphy's rear. The wrestler shoves the pornstar away, into the turnbuckles and Richards shrugs and smirks. Murphy shakes his head, he's suffered a series of losses lately and he's not about to lose again, especially while being spanked.
They lock up again this time Richards grabs Murphy into a headlock. The wrestler pushes him back into the ropes and pushes him off across the ring. Richards runs back, through a leap frog, and rebounds once again and connects with a crossbody, taking Murphy down. Both men get back up to their feet, but Richards leaps up with a dropkick, sending Murphy into the corner. The pornstar charges at him with a spear, stuffing him in there and getting a loud groan out of him. He grabs Murphy by the head and hits a suplex, putting him in the middle of the ring. Richards slides on top of him, hooking the leg, but Murphy punches out at one.
Richards picks Murphy back up getting him in a wrist lock. He twists his arm, keeping him in the painful hold. Murphy reaches at Richards to punch him, but the pornstar dodges him, and instead kicks him in the arm, then the gut and then jumps up with a kick to the head. Murphy falls over on to his knees. Richards, feeling even more confident climbs on his back, spanking him once again. That angers Murphy to crawl to the ropes and free himself from Richards's taunts. Standing back up, he stares daggers at Richards, who only seems to be getting more aroused by the athlete's anger. Murphy lunges at him, but Richards ducks down and scoops him up with a powerslam. Richards then starts to climb the turnbuckles, but Murphy hurries back up and runs through his legs, grabbing ahold of him. He carries him to the center of the ring where he drops him down with a ring-shaking powerbomb. The wrestler keeps Richards folded in half as he holds him down for the pin. One. Two. The pornstar finds the strength to kick Murphy off of him.

Richards scrambles up to come back at Murphy, but the wrestler clobbers him with a clothesline, taking him out. Hard. With the momentum swinging in his favor, Murphy stays in control, picking Richards up and hoisting him up before dropping him down with a brain buster. Richards rolls away to the outside of the ring trying to get a break from Murphy's assault, but Murphy isn't going to let him get away that easily. No, he runs to the opposite ropes to build up speed and the rebounds back, sailing over the top rope with a tope con hilo, landing on top of Richards, squashing him on the mats below.
"Fuck!" Richards can't believe the beating he's now taking.

Murphy comes at him, but Richards fights back, hitting an elbow to Murphy's gut and then whipping him into the ring post. Murphy rubs his head as he stumbles back into Richards's arms who hoists him up with a German release suplex. Murphy lays sprawled out on the mats, panting, sweaty, and sore. Richards grabs him by the hair and tosses him back in the ring and rolls in after him. With Murphy still down, Richards stomps on him, kicking him around. 
"Come on!" he taunts. 
Murphy uses the ropes to help himself up, but as soon as he's standing Richards whips him across the ring. Murphy comes running back, Richards bends down to flip him, but the wrestler grabs him by the head and plants him face first into the ring. Richards scurries back up but Murphy is ready with a superkick that has him fall on his ass. Murphy circles around him and knees Richards in the back a couple of times followed by a kick to the head. He then springs over to the turnbuckles, climbing up and then just as he's at the top Richards stands up. This is it. Murphy leaps out at him, connecting with a diving meteora. The wrestler grabs Richards's legs again folding him up for the pin, but the pornstar punches out in time. 

Murphy sits on knees in disbelief. What is it going to take to put him away? He flips his hair out of his face and gets up, picking Richards back up by his hair, thinking about his next move. But he's so distracted being in his head Richards sees an opening and surprises him with a jawbreaker. Murphy stumbles back into the ropes and Richard charges at him with a knee to the stomach. He then whips Murphy across the ring, the wrestler rebounds back and Richards connects with a flapjack. He goes for the cover, hooking the leg, but Murphy kicks out after one.

Both men get back up, Murphy is slightly dazed allowing Richards to give him a big roundhouse kick to the head. Richards thinks he has an opening now and goes to the turnbuckles for another attempt at an aerial attack. He makes it to the top and then flips backwards with a moonsault, landing on Murphy. He hooks both legs: One, two-- Murphy punches out in time.

Richards can't believe it. He's sweaty and tired and just wants the match to end. Both men are fighting full force and it's wearing them out. Richards removes the straps from his singlet, now he means business. He then grabs the wrestler and whips him into the ropes and then catches him in his arms with a tilt-a-whirl slam. Murphy rubs his lower back, trying to crawl away, but Richards grabs his trunks's waistband, tugging him back. 
"Where do you think you're going?" 
He lifts Murphy up, but the wrestler flips over his shoulder and lands behind him on his feet. Richards spins around to grab at Murphy, but Murphy greets him with a punch. Murphy slings Richards's arm over his shoulder to lift him up, but he punches back and hits Murphy with a cutter. The wrestler flops back and Richards leaps up dropping his leg on him. He then grabs Murphy by the legs and gets him in a Boston crab. Murphy reaches for the ropes, only inches away. But Richards drags him toward the center of ring. Murphy screams in pain, he can't tap out, not now. He can't lose. But then he feels Richards grinding his ass on his and it's too much -- he can't handle the humiliation on top of the pain and taps out, giving the pornstar a hard fought victory.

Richards struts backstage, feeling confident and even more untouchable after his victory over Murphy. But he sees the wrestler sitting around on some crates in the corner, seemingly avoiding the locker room, embarrassed possibly? Whatever the reason, Richards isn't going to let an opportunity to be with him float by, so he approaches the wrestler with a quiet, "Hey..."
He puts his hands on Murphy's shoulders getting him upright, but Murphy doesn't say anything, barely even looking at him. Shy maybe?
"You okay?"
"I'm fine," Murphy grunts.
Richards puts his hand on Murphy's thigh, rubbing it. Murphy doesn't try to push him off, not even after the pornstar slides it up closer to his crotch. Richards takes this as a sign that Murphy is into him, so he kisses him hard, savagely, grunting loudly when Murphy kisses him back. Not submissive or accepting at all, just hungry and wanting. Not afraid, even now. Richards pulls back, holding Murphy's eyes with his as he takes off his singlet. Murphy stands up, remaining locked into his eyes, so Richards then takes the wrestler's mouth again, Murphy's hair gripping between his fingers. His dick pressed up against Murphy's stomach, getting harder.

The men pull back to catch their breath. Murphy combs his hair back out of his face. He took his loss to Richards hard, it was another one added to a string of recent Ls and he is worried his fellow wrestlers would see him as less than them, but now backstage with the pornstar, he finds it silly how he let it affect him. Especially since he has the pornstar's attention. He grabs down and cups Richards's penis in his hands, enjoying how big and firm it's getting. Maybe he needed this loss, and maybe he needed a good fucking to get him back in the game.

Richards kisses and licks his way down Murphy's chest, biting his nipples along the way. The wrestler arches at the sensation -- definitely one of his erogenous zones. Richards doesn't move on, no he stays focused on Murphy's gorgeous chest, those big, perky pecs of his. He rubs circles around them and then pinches them, hearing a quiet moan escape the wrestler's lips. While Richards flicks his tongue over the right nipple, he lightly squeezes his left one between his fingers, and then he proceeds to suck on them, first right then left. Murphy gets more and more aroused, grinding forcibly on to Richards.
"Oh, somebody's getting excited," Richards chuckles.

Richards plucks at the strings of Murphy's trunks. He then bends down and tugs them free with his teeth. Murphy holds his breath as the pornstar fishes out his cock, coaxing it to hardness. Once Murphy is naked, Richards stands back up and kisses him again, savagely, nipping his lower lip between sharp teeth. Murphy snakes his tongue towards Richards, which the pornstar gladly accepts. As they kiss, Richards pictures all the things he wants to do to Murphy, not knowing where to start. But he knows he needs to make the first move, to make it clear he is the dom and Murphy will be his sub. So he pulls Murphy's head down to his groin. The wrestler sits on his knees, his tongue flicks out on the tip of Richards's cock. Richards snaps his hips up, defeating any attempt at subtlety and forcing himself down Murphy's throat until he chokes.
"Good boy," Richards smirks, petting the gasping Murphy on the head.
He takes his hand away, then, and lets Murphy work him at his own pace, savoring the pleasure of hot mouth and firm lips, perfect suction. Instantly Richards can tell that Murphy gives damn good head. 

With his swollen lips wrapped around the pornstar's cock, his eyes wet with lust or maybe something else, Murphy looks up at Richards hoping for another connection. But the pornstar has his eyes shut, his senses clearly getting overwhelmed by Murphy. The wrestler holds the head just inside his mouth, swiping his tongue back and forth over the slit, poking inside, teasing until Richards opens his eyes and looks at him - and with that look Murphy knows he's doing everything right. Murphy then engulfs him down to his balls.

"Fuckkkk..." Richards groans.

He grabs Murphy's hair with one hand, pinches his pec with the other as he thrusts his dick in the wrestler's hole. He turns red from his fucking, and eventually rips his dick out of Murphy's hole, fearing he'd ejaculate and end things far too soon.
"Come on," Richards says, pulling Murphy up and taking him through a corridor to an empty room.

"This should be good," Richard thinks out loud, "No one will be able to hear your screams."
"My screams?" Murphy chuckles to himself. "What about yours?"
Richards slaps him across the face, "Don't you worry about me."
The bodybuilder shoves Murphy down on the ground on his knees. He stares at the ass, licking his lips, knowing that he'd be inside his man within a matter of seconds.
Murphy is ready for him, convinced that this is what he needs to turn things around.
Grabbing himself with one hand, and placing his other hand on Murphy's lower back, Richards crams his cock inside of his asshole, driving it in as deep as he could. He hears the loud, moan coming from Murphy as he enters.
"Fuck..." he gasps.
Richards stops once he is completely in, wanting to enjoy every minute of this, and knowing that once he gets started he doesn't really stop. Without a moment's notice, Richards begins thrusting, moving in and out of athlete quickly and with a bit of pain thrown in. He grabs on to Murphy's hips and digs his nails into him with each painful thrust.
Murphy grunts, but he's enjoying this, pain and all. He arches his back and tries to hold himself steady with each driving penetration. But Richards is rough and uses so much force that it's not as easy as it should be. 
"Who's my little bitch?" Richards laughs, pushing deeper in him.
Murphy takes it all with quiet groans, not that he is trying to keep this fuck session a secret, but because he likes hearing Richards's grunts each time he plows into him. Murphy looks back at Richards, the furry beast is in a trance fucking him, but there's something else that catches his eye. Reigns. Roman Reigns. Standing in the doorway, stroking his cock while watching Murphy take it.

"That's a nice little bitch, take my cock," Richards taunts.
Murphy has no problem being a bottom, in fact he probably enjoys it more than topping. But the combination of all of his recent losses, that slight bit of laughter in Richards's voice, and Reigns witnessing it all proves to be too much. Murphy crawls away and scrambles to his feet.
"Where you going, mate?" Richards asks. "Too much dick for ya?"
Murphy looks at Reigns out of the corner of his eye. The wrestler has stopped stroking his cock, just holding it in his hand, eager to see what happens next. Murphy slaps Richards across the face, "I'm not your bitch."
Richards chuckles, how cute. But Murphy doesn't back down and grapples with him, flipping Richards down on to the floor in a move that surprises the pornstar. Richards tries to twist himself free, but Murphy curls his bicep around his neck, choking his airway.
"Now who's the bitch?" 
Richards manages to shove Murphy off him, but the wrestler comes right back with even more force, pinning him down on his shoulders. Richards wraps his legs around Murphy's waist, squeezing them as tight as possible, hoping that will fend off the assault. But Murphy only has no desire to back down. He punches Richards in the gut a few times, making him loosen his grip. Then Murphy takes his legs and spreads them into a V. Before Richards can realize what's happening, Murphy's dick is in him.
"Ahhhh..." the pornstar grumbles.

He's still struggling to relax, feeling a bit of pain, but Murphy's suddenly 180 from submissive bottom to power top is still motivating him to push through it. He's curious to see what other tricks the athlete has up his sleeve. He presses his hands up to Murphy's sweaty chest, squeezing his tits as Murphy pumps into him harder, deeper.

"Ahh, ahhh," Richards grunts before sucking in some more air. "Okay, let's see what you've got..."
Murphy smirks at Richards as he realizes that this is a sign. Instead of submitting and being a bottom, Murphy needs to be in control of his career if he wants to have power.

"Yeah, take my dick," Murphy shouts, more so that Reigns can hear him.

Seeing that confidence in Murphy relaxes Richards, how could he resist the athlete? He exhales a big breath listening to the sound of their skin slapping together, enjoying Murphy's energy.
"Fuck yeah," the wrestler roars.
Murphy flips his hair back, catching a glimpse of Reigns in the doorway resuming stroking his cock. That's it, Murphy smiles to himself, this will change everything. He returns his focus on Richards, grabbing his jaw and kissing him deeply all while pounding his hips against him. Richards cries out, reaching down to place his hands on Murphy's hips in case he needed to push him back to slow down. But he doesn't need to, Murphy hits him right, nailing his prostate. Richards begins to choke up, the pleasure becoming overwhelming.
"Yeah, you like that?" Murphy barks.
Richards nods, but the wrestler is really asking Reigns. Murphy rolls his whole body into Richards, pushing deep into him, eliciting louder and louder moans. He thinks back at Richards commenting on how Murphy's screams would be safe in here, and how Richards himself is so much louder. And the louder he becomes, the more Reigns is fascinated with Murphy, stroking faster and faster. Murphy glances back, happy to see other wrestler resuming his jerking off in the doorway, but suddenly Reigns tenses up. Murphy tilts his head so he can clearly view Reigns's load squirt out.

"Fuck yeah, that's it," Murphy responds.
Richards still thinks the wrestler is talking to him, "Fuck me, ahhh..."
Murphy watches as Reigns walks away, and then turns his attention back to the pornstar, slapping him across the face before choking him with one hand.
"Why don't you finish me off?"
As much as Murphy likes owning Richards he wants to feel his dick in him again. To have the pornstar cum inside him, to be an unashamed bottom once again. He isn't going to be some submissive bitch though, he's gonna be a power bottom riding Richards exactly how he wants.
"Oh, now you think you can handle me?" Richards snorts.
The pornstar sits up and pulls Murphy on to his lap. Richards reaches up and smooths Murphy's hair away from his face, wanting to see the look on his face when he fucks him. He feels Murphy reach back for his cock and point it to his hole and then just like that he's back in.
"Ahhh..." Murphy welcomes the feeling of Richards inside him again.

He holds his hands on Richards's shoulders, staring at him in the eyes, clenching his ass around his cock. Richards flexes his arms out for Murphy to see his strength, eager to go back to being the dom.

"Mmm..." Murphy grunts, showing no signs of intimidation or backing down.
"Ride Daddy, that's it," Richards orders.
Bouncing up and down on the dick, Murphy couldn't feel happier. He goes harder than Richards expected, as the pornstar nearly falls back. With that Richards wraps his arms around Murphy's waist, holding him tight as his dick drives up in him. The pornstar has an intense stare, biting his lip, like he's trying to hide his pleasure from Murphy, focused only on giving it to him. Maybe he knew that Reigns caught Murphy's eye and he was trying to win him back?

"Ohhh..." he feels his prostate tingle.

Richards keeps thrusting in as Murphy goes down, hitting that sweet spot again and again. He didn't notice Reigns nor did he catch Murphy's fleeting attention, but he does notice how focused Murphy is now in trying to take the lead.
"Fuck yeah, you like that dick so much, you missed it, eh?" Richards says.
Moaning, Murphy lulls his head back as he continues riding the thick cock sliding between his globes of his ass. He leans forward again, mashing his lips against Richards's; the kiss is all tongue. With his cock now trapped between both his and the wrestler's bodies, Murphy leaks his precum on Richards's furry stomach.
"Yeah, you like Daddy, don't ya?" Richards grins, slapping his hands on both of Murphy's cheeks, keeping them spread open so he can thrust harder.

Richards's once shallow thrusts become more ecstatic, Murphy helps him by holding on to his shoulders again while grinding down harder and faster. With tightly sealed eyes he groans helplessly into Richards's shoulder. "Gonna cum."

Richards brushes Murphy's hair back again. "Cum on me."

It's not like Murphy has a choice at this point, as he shoots his load on Richards's chest. His body twitches from the sudden release, prolonging the orgasm. And then he hears the pornstar moan at the touch of the warmth on him, letting it drip off his hairs. 
"Fuck that's hot," he says as he keeps Murphy going at a steady rhythm.
Richards doesn't give any notice himself and cums inside of the wrestler, his cock pumping him full. Murphy lets out a long sigh, the warm feeling inside him feels so good. He tightens up around him, trying to keep the cum inside, wanting to feel that for as long as possible.
"Ahhh..." Murphy shivers, finally loosening his grip.
Richards eventually lifts Murphy off of him and stands up. But he's not done with Murphy yet, pulling him close for another passionate kiss.
"Now I can see why they call you the best kept secret," Richards says. Murphy nods. "And don't worry, the secret's safe with me."
Richards claps his hands on Murphy's ass, trying to lay claim to them. Murphy smiles, thinking about Reigns witnessing them and how the secret would be out among the locker room within minutes. He'd soon be able to get anyone he wanted, including Reigns, and because of all that Murphy replies to Richards with a simple: "Thank you."

If I could pick one of these two Aussie hunks, it's no secret, I'd go with Murphy all the way.