Dom King vs. Seth Rollins

King only debuted last year, but has made a big impact with his scenes and has become an instant favorite. And as the 5'11 hunk's name implies, he's a total top. Rollins is the 6'1, 225 lb WWE superstar with various championships under his belt from WWE, WWE Universal, Tag Team and more.

Lately Rollins has been frustrated in the locker room. His horniness needed an outlet, yet, no matter what he did, or what he wore, no one seemed to be seeing the signs. Mustafa Ali somehow ignored Rollins hard-on during their match, even after he rubbed his crotch up and down his back. Austin Theory didn't respond to his advances either, even after he gave up his subtlety and licked his neck when he pinned him. Finn Bálor made out with him, but came up with an excuse when Rollins suggested they continue things back in his hotel room. There's only so many times a guy can put it out there before giving up. 
So Rollins decides he'll have to search for it somewhere else, and that was his old erotic wrestling stomping grounds.
King couldn't believe he got a phone call from Rollins inquiring about a match, and not only agreed to whatever Rollins asked for (his mind was happily racing picturing Rollins in the ring with him), but also booked himself as the wrestler's opponent. 
And now they're in the ring in the brightly lit garage space, cameras rolling, ready to face off.
"You ready for this?" King asks snapping the straps of his blue singlet on his puffed out chest.

"Show me what you got," Rollins replies holding his hand up for King to grab.
Being a couple inches shorter, King has to reach up, but Rollins pulls away taunting him.
"Come on," King sounds more whiny than he intended.
"Fine, fine," Rollins laughs, lowering his hand for him to grab onto.
The two hunks lock both hands in a battle trying to overpower the other. King takes the advantage, squeezing tightly, bringing Rollins down on a knee. 
"Too much for ya?" King asks.
Rollins shakes his head and then yanks him over his shoulders, flipping the pornstar over on to the ring. He gets behind him, propping King's back against his knee and pulls his arms back. King shuts his eyes, trying his hardest not to scream out in agony, but it hurts so much.
"Yeah, that shut you up," Rollins laughs, flipping his hair back.
Slowly King musters the energy to stand up and elbow Rollins in the gut to get him to break the hold. Rollins whips him across the ring, but when King comes back he leaps up with a crossbody and lands on top of Rollins. The two mean scramble to their feet, Rollins swinging at King. The pornstar ducks his fists and wraps his arms around him getting him in a bearhug. He squeezes the wrestler's body in his arms, lifting the taller man off the ground. Rollins can feel himself getting hard, this is exactly what he wanted coming back here. But King's strength soon makes the pain overshadow the pleasure. He punches at King's head, but the pornstar refuses to let go, shaking him around trying to weaken him further. Rollins arches his back and gasps for air before striking King again. This gets him to release Rollins from his grip, only to kick him in the gut and then scoop him up and slam him down. Rollins is slow to get back up and King is ready for him, lifting him up in a delayed vertical suplex. The garage ceiling isn't that high and Rollins is surprised his feet aren't touching the ceiling as King holds him upside down for a good twenty seconds. King slams Rollins in the center of the ring and then lies across him, holding his shoulders down for the pin. One. Two-- Rollins punches out, stopping the count.
Rollins tries to crawl to the corner, but he's too slow and King gets on his back and puts him in a camel clutch. 
"Ahhhh, no, no!" Rollins cries out, refusing to submit.
King sucks in some air as he maintains his hold, getting hard hearing Rollins whine in pain. The wrestler reaches for the ropes, but he's still inches away. It's so much more painful than the bearhug for Rollins, which turns King on even more. Lost in his lustful thoughts, King doesn't pay attention and Rollins is able to grab the ropes to break the hold. King steps back, "One way or another I'm gonna get you to submit."
"Keep dreaming," Rollins says between breaths, defiant.
He charges at the pornstar and strikes him in the head. King bends over in pain, opening himself up for an attack. Rollins goes to lift him up, but King counters with a back bodydrop. King flexes his biceps, showing off, not realizing that as much as he's dominated this match, Rollins still has plenty of fight left in him. The wrestler gets behind him and hits him with a neckbreaker. The surprise attack takes more out of King than it should and Rollins stays on him, getting the pornstar in a side headlock. King tries to pull his head back out of the hold, but Rollins has him locked in. He presses his hand on Rollins stomach trying to push him off, but doesn't do any better.
"Aw, this is almost adorable to watch," Rollins laughs.
King's puts his hand on Rollins's thigh still trying to pry free. But as he tries (and fails) to jerk his head free his hand slides over to Rollins's crotch, feeling the growing bulge. 
"You like feeling me up," Rollins asks. "Well, how does this feel?"
He spins King toward him and lifts him up like he's going to hit him with a powerbomb but tosses him in the corner against the turnbuckles for a bucklebomb. King snaps forward, dropping to his knees, rubbing his back in pain. Rollins then connects with an enzuigiri and drops down on King, hooking his leg for the pin. One. Two. Thr-- King kicks out in time.
Rollins sits on his knees, smirking at King who's still dazed from the attacks.
"Come on, show me what you've got," Rollins says as he gets on his hands and knees, leaving himself open to King.
King thinks it's a trap, but Rollins doesn't move, so he moves forward wishing he could just mount the wrestler and start fucking him. 
"Why you scared, Dom?" Rollins asks not even looking at him.
King climbs on Rollins back, wrapping his arms and legs around. Rollins hurries up to his feet and runs backward into the turnbuckles, ramming King into them. He does it a second time, shaking the pornstar off him. And then a third time just because he likes feeling their bodies smack together. He then grabs King by the head and runs forward for a bulldog, but the pornstar hoists Rollins up and drops him down on his knee for an atomic drop. Rollins hops forward holding himself and King grabs him from behind and hits him with a German suplex. Before Rollins can roll away, the pornstar wraps his legs around his head for a headscissors hold. Rollins's face is right near his crotch, he can smell King's sweaty dick. King flexes his legs, putting more pressure on Rollins's head. The wrestler tries to pry King's legs open, but he can't.
"Not so easy, is it?" King says calmly, enjoying watching Rollins struggle.
Rollins punches at King's head, missing him. 
"Don't act like you don't enjoy this," the pornstar says as he playfully smacks Rollins's ass.
The truth is Rollins isn't enjoying it, he's loving it. Of course he doesn't want to ruin the video and plays along with the struggle. He punches at King again, this time hitting him, providing enough of a distraction to slide his head out from his legs. He backs away as King gets back up giving himself more time to recover. As King lunges at him, Rollins dodges him. He comes at King with a backhand to the chest and then whips him across the ring. When King rebounds back Rollins opens his arms and scoops him up, slamming him down. As King starts to get up Rollins runs at him again, stomping on him. Rollins flips his hair back, getting pumped up seeing King being abused. King shakes his head and charges at Rollins again, but the wrestler's ready and hits him with a flapjack. King lands by the ropes, and crawls over, hanging his head over the middle rope to try and prop himself up. Rollins pulls him up, wrapped between the ropes, looking to snap his back on the middle rope. King elbows him off and pulls himself free from the ropes, only for Rollins to yank him over and nail him with a DDT. King snaps back and falls flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, exhausted. Rollins grabs his arm and sticks it through his legs, stroking it seductively before picking King up with a pumphandle slam.   
"What happened?" Rollins asks. "I thought you had some fight in you."
He then picks King back up, sticking his head between his legs and finishes him off with a pedigree. He crawls on top of the pornstar, pressing both hands on his chest for the pin. One. Two. Three. Rollins wins. 

Rollins helps King out of the ring, hoping that they will keep things going from their erotic match. "You were good in there," Rollins says, patting King on the shoulder.

"It's gonna be a hot video," King agrees. "Now let me get you your check."

Those last seven words dash Rollins's hopes. All he can do is stare at King's ass as he disappears into an office, grateful that he at least got to act out some of his kinks in the ring. King returns and hands Rollins the check without looking him in the eyes.

"Well, let me know if you want a rematch or set me up with someone else," Rollins says.

"Yeah, I'll call you."

The curt goodbye leaves Rollins feeling rejected and confused, especially considering their chemistry in the ring. He returns to his car and looks at the number on the check, a dismal amount compared to his WWE earnings. He opens his banking app on his phone and snaps a picture to deposit it before driving off.

The next day King is working out in the garage in his singlet when he hears a car pull up. He sets down his dumbbells and steps to the door, seeing Rollins. Shit. He knew this was coming, but didn't expect it so soon.

"Hey!" Rollins shouts as he stomps toward him. "Your check bounced."

"Really?" King's attempt to feign surprise fails.

"Yeah, so you know what we're going to do about it?"

"Uh, let me look at my accounts and move some money around," King says, sounding more like he's trying to stall things than solve them.

"No," Rollins grabs him by his wrist. "Now I'm gonna bounce you."

Before King can react, Rollins rips his straps off and shoves King back against the ring. King wishes he hadn't just worked out, now he's too tired to fight back against the wrestler, instead just passively waiting for Rollins's next move. The wrestler strips the rest of King's singlet off and tosses it far out of his reach.

"You're gonna pay up," the wrestler warns as he turns King around to face the ring, bending him over slightly. "And it's is gonna cost you a lot more than the number on that check."

Rollins kneads the flesh of King's hips, lightly running his hands up and down, listening to the slide of skin on skin. King knew he was getting himself into trouble writing Rollins a check that would bounce, but he didn't think that Rollins would be so physical in his revenge. 

The wrestler then takes ahold of King's ass and spreads it apart, revealing his hole, and immediately dives in, tongue sticking out and licking at him, tongue sliding over his hole, gently trying to push in. Rollins licks another stripe up King's hole, eyeing the way it glistens from his spit. Above him, King makes a noise that’s nearly unrecognizable, high in his throat, a full-blown whimper. The pornstar assumes Rollins knows that he doesn't bottom, but he's loosening him up so good he doesn't want to resist. And the way that Rollins's beard brushes up against his cheeks sends shivers up his spine. He feels Rollins's tongue push in the slightest bit, but there’s still some resistance. King takes a breath to relax himself and Rollins proceeds to lick into him, moving his tongue softly inside him, groaning with pleasure.

"You like that, don't you?" Rollins asks when he finally pulls his face out of King's ass.

King doesn't answer, fearing admitting so will make Rollins get rougher and denying it will result in punishment for lying. Rollins waits for an answer though, idly petting King's ass, running his hands up to his sides, softly stroking him. Still no response, so Rollins orders him, "back in the ring."

The wrestler rolls in after him and both men face each other on their knees. For a second King debates taking Rollins on again, but the wrestler stands up, towering over him and he realizes he doesn't have a chance. He would have fucked Rollins the other day in the ring after their match, but had second thoughts knowing he wouldn't be able to pay Rollins. Something about it felt dirty, but considering how things are going there's a good chance Rollins would have taken a good fuck as payment. 

Rollins seductively slides off his tights, as if King were a willing audience and then drops back down to his knees behind the pornstar. He puts his hand in the middle of King's back and pushing him down, ass in the air. Then he lines up, teasing the head of his cock against King's hole before slowly pressing in. The heat grows and grows as he sinks in, each inch slowly disappearing into King's body, going from a heat that’s almost bearable to scalding. Tight around him, but loose enough to not worry, hot and velvety, Rollins nearly comes the second he makes it to the hilt, hissing behind his teeth and slightly leaning himself over King's body.

"Holy shit," King gasps, hands pressed firmly down on the ring, face hidden.

Rollins settles for a moment when he’s pressed in to the hilt, tilting his head back and tossing his hair. His hands massage King's cheeks as he begins pulling his hips back, watching his cock slide from King's hole and back into view. Then he holds it, just for a second, before pushing back in, keeping the movement slow, just easing into it all. King breathes easily, fearing a rough pounding from the way Rollins marched toward him before. 

“If you think I'm gonna take it easy on your tight ass, think again,” Rollins laughs, seemingly reading King's mind. 
King moans, like he's pleading him to reconsider, but that only makes Rollins's smile grow wilder. Rollins picks up the pace to a good speed, still nothing too hard or quick, but just close enough to show King how he wants to fuck him. These deeper thrusts make King lift his head up from the ring, moaning with every stroke in, strokes that make their skin clap with every connection of their bodies. Rollins groans and cusses with each pull and push of his hips, with every thrust, as he continues to build up momentum to make King pay.

Rollins then leans on top of King, pressing him flat on to the ring and humps him. There's a burst of quick penetrations that leave King trembling, but just when he thinks Rollins is stopping, the wrestler switches over to deep, hard thrusts. The mixture of pain and pleasure is too much, and the usually sexually confident King is now a whimpering mess under Rollins. King tries to crawl away, but Rollins doesn't stop pounding. Once the wrestler sees King trying to inch away he gets off him, freeing him. King slides closer to the ropes thinking the worst is over, but then he feels Rollins hands clasp around his ankles. 
"Not so fast there, Dom," Rollins chuckles.
He slides his hands up the pornstar's legs, holding him up so that only King's forearms touch the ring. Rollins pushes his throbbing cock back into that stretched out hole and resumes fucking wildly. His hair flops from side to side as he nails into the pornstar, who grits his teeth trying to suppress his moans.
"I told you it was gonna cost you," Rollins says.
A few minutes later and the intense fucking begins to take a toll on Rollins. He releases King's legs and helps him, pulling him towards him until King feels Rollins's cock pressed against his back. The wrestler's hands wrap around him in a waistlock and his cock plows back into King. Then Rollins spins them around so that he is against the ropes.
"Come on, try and break free," he taunts.
King attempts to move forward, but Rollins's hold on him yanks him back, pulling him down on his cock. King tries again, but Rollins's hold isn't easing. The wrestler continues pushing back on to the ropes as a spring allowing his thrusts to fuck deep into the pornstar, so deep his balls smash against his ass. 
"Ahhhh..." King whines out again, his prostate flaring.
"Don't act like you're not enjoying this," Rollins says as his hand strokes King's hard dick.
King doesn't respond, just letting Rollins use him like a toy. Then he feels Rollins lips on his shoulders, kissing him as he holds him on his cock. King grinds on it and now Rollins whispers in his ear not to stop. King keeps twerking, clenching on the cock, showing that he can be a dominant power bottom. 
"Fuck!" Rollins gasps, "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!"
He fucks King rapidly with every ounce of energy he has until he explodes inside the pornstar and keeps dick buried in him. 
"Ohhhhh!" King reacts to the avalanche of warmth filling his insides, squeezing his muscles on Rollins's dick.
Rollins pushes King away and falls forward on to the ring, panting from exhaustion. 
"Fuck that ass of yours is incredible," he confesses.
King leans against the top rope, letting the cum drip out of his hole down to the ring. He looks over at Rollins as if to ask if they're even.

"Oh, I'm not finished with you," Rollins says, once again reading his mind. "Not until I get a load out of ya."

Rollins reclines back and leans on his elbows, his legs spread open, still panting but far from finished. He waves for King to come over, "Let's see if you can handle my ass any better than my dick."

King tosses his hair to the side, pleased with the turn this has taken, although still cautious, fearing it could be another trap.

"What are you waiting for?" Rollins hollers. "Come on, fuck me, suck my cock, do something."

King drops down on his knees and leans over and wraps his lips around Rollins's head. He can still taste the cum on it and swallows it willfully. He works the shaft with his tongue and returns to the head, squeezing it with his lips. It doesn't take long for Rollins's dick to become fully erect again, allowing King to deep throat him.

"Ahhh, suck my dick," Rollins says pushing King's head all the way down until he's fully sheathed.

The tightening of King's throat makes Rollins thrust. The pornstar's hands rest on his hips, his fingers digging almost painfully into his skin, trying to stop his movements. Rollins shifts his position, sitting up and pinning King on the ring, his knee across King's chest to hold him down further. He thrusts again, harder. King whimpers, realizing that this was a trap, as his fingers claw at Rollins hips. The slight pain only eggs Rollins on, smirking while his eyes remain glued to the sight of his cock sliding in and out of King's lips, glistening with his saliva.

"We should have started with that," Rollins says as he gets off the pornstar.

King wipes his hand across his cheeks, getting the tears that dripped when he was choking on Rollins's dick.

"Now get in the corner," Rollins orders.

King does what he says, sitting on the middle turnbuckle and holding on to the top ropes, bracing for what's next. Rollins backs into him, sitting on his lap, getting his dick to slide up between his cheeks and eventually into his hole.

"Ahhh, fuck yeah, that's it," Rollins sighs at the fullness. He puts his hands on King's, "Shall we?"

The wrestler begins bouncing on the dick, taking it steadily, like he's trying to feel every inch. He moans gleefully as he rides him faster, and roars when King begins thrusting up in him. With each snap of the hips King makes Rollins jump on his dick. He frees his hands from under Rollins's and tightly holds on to the wrestler's hips watching his body shiver and flush. Rollins's own cock swings around, beating on his stomach, dripping on it. King reaches his left hand around wrapping his fist around the dick, pumping at the same quick pace.

"Yeah, yeah, uhhhhh," Rollins tilts his head back, letting his cries fill the entire garage. "Fuck me, fuck me, yessss..."

King feels Rollins twitch around him, squeezing his cock tighter with every push. Seeing Rollins bottom like this it's no wonder that he goes by the name Seth "Freakin'" Rollins, the man is wild as fuck. Being a dominant top, King likes the challenge of making his bottoms submit to him. So he pushes Rollins forward on to the ring and rolls him on his back. King swiftly pulls Rollins towards him, placing both of Rollins's ankles on his shoulders as he gets in position. He guides his cock in with one hand and feeling the tightness around him, begins pumping. He looks down at Rollins, seeing his wide grin, and presses his hands on Rollins's chest as he continues fucking him fast. The wrestler doesn't seem to mind one bit being owned, in fact, Rollins flexes his biceps on the ring while he moans out, "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," over and over again, seemingly incapable of getting enough of King's dick.

King doesn't make much noise, preferring to hear their skin slapping together with each deep penetration. But that all changes when he feels his climax coming. He grunts louder and louder, as his thrusts become more frantic, trying to prolong the feeling of bliss racing through him. He locks eyes with Rollins to try and stabilize himself, and a few more thrusts and he moans out, fluttering his eyes shut as he unleashes his seed inside Rollins.
"Ahhh, ahhh, fuck, I'm coming!"
His whole body trembles as he fills Rollins up with his deposit. Rollins moans out just as loud, grateful for the payment.
"Ohhhh..." King finally pulls out, still shaking.
Rollins sits up, wrapping his legs around the pornstar. He pinches King's hard nipples, "Now I feel like I owe you, because that was worth way more than the number on the check."
King chuckles, "If that's the case, I'll schedule you for a rematch next week."

"Deal."

Either of these two hunks would undoubtedly be hot to fuck with, but picking between the two of them I'd go with King.