Fletcher is surprised to see Takeda walk out to the ring wearing nothing more than a jockstrap. He's not disappointed, especially when he gets a closer view of Takeda's ass, but then he sees the championship belt Takeda has on that has a giant white cock sprouting from it. He looks around, but no one else seems to give it a second thought. It doesn't help that the wrestler takes a moment to pose for the fans, doing a side tricep pose, then a side chest pose, and finishing it off by dropping to his knees and flexing his biceps. While Fletcher has more than a few pounds on Takeda, he's still impressed with the wrestler's ripped physique and gives him a round of applause. When Takeda finishes Fletcher still isn't sure if this is a porn scene or a wrestling match he signed up for, he thought it was the latter but would happy if it was the former.
The bell rings, signaling to him that it is a wrestling match, and the two opponents stare each other down. They square off with Fletcher getting behind Takeda and lifting him up and slamming him on his stomach. He tries to grab the wrestler's arm for a hold, but Takeda is too quick and squirms free, sneaking behind Fletcher and getting him in a waistlock. Fletcher stands up and pries Takeda's hands off of him, but the wrestler comes back with an elbow to the head. He then gets him in a wristlock that transitions into a side headlock, but Fletcher makes his way to the ropes and uses them to shove Takeda across the ring. The wrestler comes running back straight into a dropkick, knocking him down, but not for long. Takeda hurries back up and trades blows with Fletcher. Takeda throws his whole body into each punch and then kicks Fletcher in the gut, leaving the pornstar bent over in pain. Takeda runs to the ropes and slides down to smack Fletcher in the face. Fletcher flops back and Takeda follows it up with a senton bomb, dropping his ass right on to Fletcher's stomach, and then sits on him grabbing his legs for the pin. Fletcher manages to punch out after a one-count.
Both men get back up and lock up again, Fletcher grabs Takeda and whips him into the corner. He runs after him, but Takeda ducks and flips him over the ropes to the ring edge. He then elbows Fletcher in the head, knocking him off the ring. Takeda sprints across the ring, getting momentum off the ropes and then leaps over the top rope and crashes on top of Fletcher outside the ring. The high risk move seems to have hurt Takeda just as much as Fletcher as both men lay sprawled out on the mats outside the ring, struggling to get up. Fletcher sits up first, but Takeda gets standing before him. He throws Fletcher back in the ring and rolls in after him, but Fletcher stomps on him before he can stand back up. The pornstar then hits him with a sledgehammer blow to the back, keeping him on his knees. He then lifts Takeda up for a powerbomb, but just as he's about to slam the wrestler down, Takeda slips through, flipping Fletcher over with a takedown. The wrestler takes his time to crawl on top of Fletcher for the pin and when he does Fletcher flips him over with a reversal, going for a pin himself, but Takeda shakes free before the three-count.
Takeda scrambles back to his feet trying to get the advantage again, but when he swings at Fletcher, the pornstar ducks and hoists him up and drops him down with an inverted atomic drop. Takeda holds himself, stunned, and Fletcher spanks him in the ass to snap out of it. With that, Takeda kicks behind him getting Fletcher in the gut. He sneaks around the pornstar and lifts him up with a belly-to-back suplex. Fletcher lands in the corner dazed, but as his vision clears up he sees Takeda's ass nearing him and immediately braces himself as the wrestler gives him a stink face.
Takeda walks out of the corner with a big smile on his face as Fletcher gags from the attack. When Takeda turns away from him, Fletcher makes a lunge for him, but Takeda ducks down and puts Fletcher in a fireman's carry and looks to drop him, but Fletcher flips out and lands on his feet while Takeda drops on his ass. Fletcher runs to the ropes, bounces back and rams his knee into Takeda's head, knocking him flat on his back. With that Fletcher sees an opportunity to finish him off so he climbs to the top of the turnbuckles. He feels wobbly, but after taking a breath, he's regained his confidence. He sails through the air and lands on Takeda with a frog splash. He stays on the wrestler, grabbing his leg for the pin. One. Two. Takeda punches out before the final three count.
Fletcher shakes his head in disagreement, but nonetheless stands back up to continue the fight. He pulls Takeda's head between his legs to lift him up, but the wrestler blocks him and flips him up and over his back. Fletcher bounces across the ring and scrambles back up, but Takeda charges at him with a shoulder block, knocking him flat on his back. The wrestler is equally tired from their match, and uses the time it takes for Fletcher to get up to catch his breath. When Fletcher comes at him with a lariat Takeda ducks and runs to the ropes. He rebounds back and connects with a crossbody. He grabs Fletcher and throws him across the ring, and when Fletcher runs back at him he nails him with a fireman's carry side slam. Takeda crawls on top of him, his ass on Fletcher's chest, pointing right in his face. One. Two. Fletcher punches out, shoving Takeda off of him.
Both men struggle to stand back up. Flethcer needs to use the ropes in the corner to get himself upright. Takeda gets up on his own, but it takes him a minute. Once he's there though he stares at Fletcher in the corner and yells as he comes running over to him. The pornstar spins out of the corner at the last moment and Takeda ends up spearing the pole. Fletcher tugs on Takeda's jockstrap to pull him out, then picks him up, squeezing the wrestler's ass firmly as he nails him with a fallaway slam. Somehow Takeda rolls away before Fletcher can try for a pin. Fletcher stalks after him, not giving him a chance to recover. He hits a couple blows on his head and then pulls Takeda's hand through his legs while he stands behind him, holding him in a stretch. Takeda yells out in agony, but refuses to surrender. He manages to overpower Fletcher and twist his arm free, elbowing the pornstar to keep him at bay. Feeling triumphant, Takeda roars out to the crowd while flexing his biceps for them, unaware that Fletcher is jumping up behind him. His boots land on Takeda's back, a beautiful dropkick, that has Takeda drop to his knees, his head hanging over the middle rope. Fletcher runs toward him and swings his legs through the ropes, popping Takeda with a 619. He picks the fallen wrestler back up and in fireman's carry and then drops him down with a painful gutbuster. With that he folds Takeda in half and goes for the pin. One. Two. Three.
Fletcher's done it. He won! Takeda remains on his back, frozen, exhausted, sad to see the pornstar has won his prized belt.
"What are you doing? Didn't I win that?" Fletcher asks. From how the belt is positioned on Takeda it looks like the wrestler is completely naked aside from the belt.
Takeda nods, "Yes, but you don't get it just by winning. You must receive it."
"How do I receive it?"
Takeda steps over to him and pats his rear, pressing hard enough to try and feel Fletcher's ass through the towel. Fletcher's eyes light up, "Oh..."
Fletcher puts his hand on the enormous shiny head of the cock jutting out of the belt. He's taken his fair share of big cocks and dildos, but this thing is like a fist. "I think I'm going to need to work my way up to this," he admits. "You really fucked yourself on this?"
"You want me to show you?"
"Yeah, sure," Fletcher says, his heart racing.
"You're going to have to help me loosen up though, I haven't been fucked in a while." Takeda says.
Takeda sets the belt on the bench, revealing his jockstrap. He presses his hands against the wall and leans over. Even after their match when Takeda's ass was all over his face, Fletcher still gawks at it in amazement. He brushes his hands down the cheeks, cupping the ass, giving it a squeeze. "Fucking gorgeous."
Takeda gives it a little shake, luring Fletcher's face closer. He soon feels the pornstar's warm breath and closes his eyes. Takeda loves being rimmed and it shows -- writhing back into it and whimpering like he can’t get enough. Fletcher makes sure to take his time, to savor it for as long as possible, trying to hold the wrestler still while keeping his tongue stiff as he presses in and fucks him with it as best he can. And like Takeda, Fletcher makes as much noise as he can, wet, slurping noises that make Takeda harder. He doesn't care how much spit leaks down Takeda's crack, focusing more on what's happening inside the wrestler's hole.
"Ahhh..." Takeda whines as he feels Fletcher finally pull away.
"Don't worry, I'm gonna fill you right back up," the pornstar replies, rubbing his dick up and down the crack.
Takeda hands him some lube from his locker and Fletcher primes himself up. Takeda assumes his position again, hands on the wall, ass out. Once ready, Fletcher takes a deep breath and pushes gently into Takeda. He lets the wrestler have a few seconds before he pushes in deeper, filling him up. "Ahhh, fuck..." Fletcher gasps, Takeda wasn't lying when he said he was tight.
He holds his hips as he pumps deep into Takeda's spasming hole, building up momentum until he gets into a nice rhythm that has their skin slapping together. The wrestler glances over his shoulders, admiring Fletcher's muscles as he uses them to pound him. The pornstar promptly shoves Takeda's head back against the wall, getting rougher as the fucking progresses.
"Ohhh..." Takeda whines, "Yeah, yeah, harder."
Fletcher spanks his ass. Both men have seem to have forgotten the whole premise of this is to prep Takeda for the belt cock, but neither man cares.
Takeda's hips buck up when Fletcher's dick brushes his prostate. He clenches hard, making Fletcher bite back a groan. “Yeah, like that, Koju,” he breathes. “Squeeze my dick like that.”
The wrestler smiles as he obeys Fletcher's commands, hearing his top moan out each time. Still Fletcher makes sure to keep his hips at that same angle and keeps his grueling pace, snapping his hips viciously into the pliant wrestler.
"Ahhh," Takeda's voice reaches a higher pitch. He feels dizzy, overwhelmed, arousal spiraling through him. He can feel a thin sheen of sweat covering his body and shivers as a drop runs down his hairline. He would have let Fletcher finish him right then and there if it weren't for the belt and knowing he'll get to fuck Fletcher. "Okay, okay. Stop."
Fletcher steps back, unsure what the problem is. He's even more confused when Takeda turns around, showing his massive bulge in his jockstrap that is stained with precum.
"Let me show you how to receive the belt."
The belt. Fletcher remembers the damn belt.
Takeda steps on the bench and squats down, using one hand to properly aim the silvery cock at his open hole. Fletcher's eyes go back and forth from Takeda's face bracing itself and watching as he sinks down on the dick.
"Ah, ahhh, ahhhhhhh..." Takeda chokes out as he takes all of it in.
"Holy shit," Fletcher is equally amazed and turned on.
Takeda smiles at him as he rides the dick, showing him that it's worth it. He grinds his ass on it, moving back and forth, doing everything he wants to see Fletcher do with the belt. Fletcher can't take just being an observer though and steps forward, putting his lips on Takeda's, slipping his tongue into the wrestler's mouth as his hands caress the athlete's body. He then brings his head down and tugs Takeda's cock out of his jockstrap so he can suck on it. Takeda holds Fletcher's head as he still bobs up and down on the cock, jamming his dick down Fletcher's throat each time he rises up from it. Fletcher doesn't choke or gasp, letting the saliva drip down his face enjoying every moment of this ritual.
"See?" Takeda says, "Now it's your turn with the belt."
Fletcher spits out the dick and nods. Takeda slowly rises, letting the belt dildo pop out, and hops off the bench.
"Let's make sure you're prepared for it."
"Ohhh..." the wrestler reacts to being inside Fletcher.
Takeda feels that Fletcher is a little tight, but not as tight as he was. Maybe he just wants Takeda to fuck him and made up an excuse about being afraid to take the belt. At any rate, Takeda plays into the game, making small thrusts to work his way in. It is slow going, but Fletcher begins thrusting back, helping him in further each time and confirming Takeda's suspicions. He soon bottoms out, and then begins pulling back and slamming back in.
"Uhh, yeah, more," Fletcher begs.
Takeda doesn't hesitate any longer and begins thrusting in earnest, changing the angle around slightly until he can find that sweet spot, the one that makes Fletcher howl. It takes a few tries, but he knows he found it when Fletcher arches his back and moans loud enough that the echos last for eight seconds.
"Ohh fuck me, yes," Fletcher moans.
He is surprised that Takeda is such a damn good top considering how much he plays up his ass. He shouldn't be surprised though considering Takeda is also a ripped athlete who clearly knows how to work a body. He feels Takeda lean forward so that he's lying on top of his back, humping him hard and fast, hitting that sweet place inside over and over.
"You ready for the belt now?"
Fletcher wants to say no to prolong this fucking, but it feels so good that he just cries out, "Yeah, yeah, yeah..."
Takeda pulls back from the wrestler and puts the belt on like he had it when Fletcher walked out of the shower. Fletcher flips over on to his back, spreading his legs open, wanting to see Takeda as he fucks him with the belt. Takeda lubes up the silver cock thoroughly and then presses it up against Fletcher's hole. It feels a little cold but as it presses in the coolness helps with the burn from the stretch.
"Ahhhh," Fletcher presses his hands on Takeda's chest, signaling for him to go slower.
"You can take this," Takeda says. "I know it."
Fletcher nods for him to proceed, and Takeda begins rocking back and forth.
"Ohhhh..." Fletcher closes his eyes, trying his best to work through the pain. And then he does, "Fuckkkk yeah."
Takeda holds him down at the shoulders and pushes him hard into the bench. Every thrust jerks him back and forth, the wood digging into his back, but he doesn't care, not with the giant cock in him. Takeda watches with pride, seeing Fletcher enjoy the belt, even when he twists it in him, is a sure sign that he's qualified to be champion.
"Have I received the belt then?" Fletcher asks.
"We haven't finished," Takeda tries to hide his disappointment that Fletcher wants to end things so abruptly, making him question his last thought.
"Well can we finish with your dick? I like the feeling a bit better."
Takeda smiles at the pleasant surprise. "Of course."
He unbuckles the belt and lets it drop to the floor, eager to put his dick back in him. He then grabs one of Fletcher's ankles and holds his leg to the side as he pushes his cock back in and begins fucking. Takeda fucks him a little harder with each thrust, making the bench shake, making Fletcher shudder and reach around to claw at Takeda's ass, holding it like a lifeline as the wrestler fucks into him, right along his prostate with every hard thrust.
"Ahh ahhh ahhhh..." Fletcher's moans all sound like him asking for more.
Takeda gradually leans forward so his face hangs over Fletcher's. This angle isn't as deep, but the trade-off is being able to pull back from their kiss to watch Fletcher's feverish eyes roll up into his head as he finds that sweet place inside him again. The pornstar's seven and a half inch cock brushes against his abs, so Takeda reaches between them to fist it. He strokes in time to his thrusts, but Fletcher is so far gone himself to appreciate it. And when Fletcher does come, he groans so deep and low in his broad chest that Takeda can feel it rumbling through him. Thick white ropes of cum squirt out on to Fletcher's stomach, while he stares up at Takeda thanking him for bringing him to this point. He then pulls the wrestler back onto his lap one, shoving the whole length of it into Takeda so deep he can't react. The wrestler doesn't waste time and bounces up and down on him, surprised that he's still hard, but definitely not disappointed. Fletcher even thrusts up in him, making his whole body shake with each thrust. Soon the wrestler is crying that he's gonna come.
"Let me taste," Fletcher begs.
Takeda moves forward off Fletcher's cock, jerking his dick off over Fletcher's mouth. But he feels the pornstar tapping him and then looks down at him, only then realizing that Fletcher wants to suck him off. He lets go and feels Fletcher's lips take their place, squeezing his cock in his mouth as he bobs his head faster. It doesn't take long to finish Takeda off, the wrestler shaking with an overload of sensation.
"I'm coming," he warns.
Fletcher doesn't care, still sucking him off. So Takeda releases himself while deep in Fletcher's throat. Fletcher sucks him long and clean, giving Takeda such a shiver that he nearly falls over.
"Ahh ahhh ahhhh..." Fletcher's moans all sound like him asking for more.
Takeda gradually leans forward so his face hangs over Fletcher's. This angle isn't as deep, but the trade-off is being able to pull back from their kiss to watch Fletcher's feverish eyes roll up into his head as he finds that sweet place inside him again. The pornstar's seven and a half inch cock brushes against his abs, so Takeda reaches between them to fist it. He strokes in time to his thrusts, but Fletcher is so far gone himself to appreciate it. And when Fletcher does come, he groans so deep and low in his broad chest that Takeda can feel it rumbling through him. Thick white ropes of cum squirt out on to Fletcher's stomach, while he stares up at Takeda thanking him for bringing him to this point. He then pulls the wrestler back onto his lap one, shoving the whole length of it into Takeda so deep he can't react. The wrestler doesn't waste time and bounces up and down on him, surprised that he's still hard, but definitely not disappointed. Fletcher even thrusts up in him, making his whole body shake with each thrust. Soon the wrestler is crying that he's gonna come.
"Let me taste," Fletcher begs.
Takeda moves forward off Fletcher's cock, jerking his dick off over Fletcher's mouth. But he feels the pornstar tapping him and then looks down at him, only then realizing that Fletcher wants to suck him off. He lets go and feels Fletcher's lips take their place, squeezing his cock in his mouth as he bobs his head faster. It doesn't take long to finish Takeda off, the wrestler shaking with an overload of sensation.
"I'm coming," he warns.
Fletcher doesn't care, still sucking him off. So Takeda releases himself while deep in Fletcher's throat. Fletcher sucks him long and clean, giving Takeda such a shiver that he nearly falls over.
"Fuck man, that was hot," Fletcher exclaims as he sits back up.
Takeda reaches down and picks up the belt from the floor and hands it to Fletcher, "Here, you've earned this."
Fletcher takes it and nods, "Let me know if you ever want a rematch to try and win it back."
Fletcher takes it and nods, "Let me know if you ever want a rematch to try and win it back."
Takeda nods, "Don't worry, I will."
If I were to have my pick between these two studs, there's no chance I would turn down an opportunity to have some of Takeda's delicious ass that he flaunts so much.
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