Freddy Salvador vs. Santos Escobar feat. Cruz Del Toro & Joaquin Wilde

Salvador is the hunky muscle bottom from, fittingly enough, El Salvador and is currently dating fellow pornstar Favio Vador. The tatted up stud made his debut on Tim Tales in 2021 and has also appeared in Raw Fuck Club and Fuckermate videos. He comes in at 5'8 and 176 lbs. Escobar is the luchador turned WWE superstar and leader of the Legado del Fantasma faction, though the group since rebranded to Latino World Order under Rey Mysterio's guidance. The long-haired Mexican hunk stands 6'1" and weighs 204 lbs.

Salvador pumps himself up in his corner of the ring as he waits for his opponent. He only signed up to wrestler after Vador told him about his experience with Del Toro. Vador glossed over the actual match, focusing on the post-match details, and Salvador couldn't wait. He watches as Del Toro comes to the ring with Wilde and Escobar, all sporting their LWO shirts. He finds Del Toro to be even hotter than he imagined, and that includes picturing him naked, bent over, with a dick in his ass. Escobar eyes Salvador and then pulls Del Toro in, whispering to him. Del Toro nods and steps out of the ring, Escobar replacing him as Salvador's opponent. The pornstar doesn't question anything, as he sizes up Escobar he has no complaints. He is more than happy to take on any of the LWO members, or all at once. Del Toro and Wilde return backstage, so it's just going to be Escobar tonight.
The bell rings to start the match and the two men come at each other right off the bat. They trade blows, both taking it, but Salvador gets a strong blow in and Escobar staggers back into the corner and Salvador runs at him for a splash, but the wrestler dodges out of the corner and the pornstar eats turnbuckle. Salvador turns around holding his head in pain only to see Escobar charge at him, leaping up with a double knees to the chest. Salvador drops down on to his knees, completely dazed. Escobar grabs him in a side headlock, but Salvador quickly shoves him off. The wrestler bounces off the ropes and comes back into Salvador's open arms who spins around with powerslam. Escobar hops back to his feet right away, but rubs his back trying to soothe the pain. Salvador grabs him and hits a swinging neckbreaker and like that it seems like the wrestler's advantage is all gone. The pornstar picks him back up by the hair, but Escobar slaps him hard across the chest. Salvador flinches and grabs at Escobar again, whipping him across the ring. The wrestler rebounds back and Salvador squats down and lifts Escobar up with a back bodydrop over the ropes. What he doesn't realize is that Escobar lands on his feet on the side of the ring. When Salvador turns around Escobar nails him with a rope hung enzuigiri. Salvador stumbles back, dropping down on to a knee, rubbing his head. When he stands back up Escobar sails from the turnbuckles with a frog splash, squashing him. The wrestler lays across the pornstar for the pin, but Salvador manages to lift a shoulder at the last second to prevent the three-count.
Escobar sits up, shaking his head in disbelief as Salvador rolls away to collect himself. The wrestler doesn't give him much time and once Salvador is upright Escobar runs up and jumps at him with a hurricanrana. Salvador rolls across the ring, dizzy from the attack, having to use the ropes in the corner to pull himself up. As soon as he's on his feet Escobar nails him with a Stinger splash, making him slump down in the corner. Escobar pulls him up and to the center of the ring where he lifts the pornstar up with a delayed vertical suplex. He shows off his strength holding Salvador up for what seems like a minute, and when he drops the pornstar down he crawls on top of him for another pin attempt. One. Two. Thr-- Salvador punches out.
The move wore Escobar out so he's up on his feet not much faster than Salvador. He lunges at the pornstar, but Salvador ducks and hoists him up and drops him down on his knee with an atomic drop. Escobar holds his crotch in pain, making himself defenseless for Salvador's clothesline that knocks him on his back. Salvador circles around Escobar and once the wrestler stands back up he is behind him. He wraps his arms around his waist and hits him with a German suplex, holding on and arching for the pin, but Escobar kicks out after a one-count.
Escobar flips his hair back as he stands up, looking to take control of the match again. He swings an elbow at Salvador, but he ducks it and nails him with a DDT. Escobar lands on his stomach hard and Salvador climbs on him, mounting him really, as he reaches his arms under Escobar's to get him in a hold. He can feel the pornstar's hard cock rub through his tights against his back, motivation enough for him to squirm free after elbowing Salvador in the head. With both men standing, Salvador lunges at Escobar again, but the wrestler grabs his wrist and whips him across the ring. When he comes running back Escobar lifts him up with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, slamming him on his knee. Salvador moans out in pain as he rolls away before Escobar can get on him for the pin. The wrestler doesn't let him get far, getting behind him and pulling his arms back wrapping his legs around Salvador with a bodyscissors hold. Salvador wails in pain as Escobar shows off the strength in his legs, squeezing the pornstar's torso. Salvador refuses to yield, trying to pull Escobar's legs apart, but despite all his muscles, he's too tired to use all his strength. He can hear Escobar laughing, taunting him, so Salvador twists and inches closer to the ropes. He reaches out and musters up all the energy he has, managing to grab the rope and forcing the wrestler to release him from the hold. As Salvador slowly stands back up, taking as much time to recover, Escobar goes back to the corner, climbing to the top turnbuckle. Salvador sees him from the corner of his eyes and rushes over, shaking the top rope, causing the wrestler to drop down on the top rope. Escobar cries out in pain, his crotch on fire. He slowly lifts himself off the rope but he turns right into Salvador's arms who wraps them around him and lifts him up in a bearhug. Though Escobar has five inches on him, Salvador still holds him up a few inches off the ring, squeezing him tight, their bodies rubbing together. As hot as it is to be embraced by Salvador, it's too painful for Escobar to keep it going for long. He tries to shake free, but Salvador refuses to let him go. He counters with a strike to the head and that does it, as Salvador drops him down and whips him across the ring. Escobar comes back with a crossbody and takes down the pornstar. Escobar springs back to his feet and nails Salvador with a one-legged dropkick to the head. He then whips the pornstar to the corner turnbuckles hard and then runs in at him, hopping on the turnbuckle and flipping Salvador down with a frankensteiner. Salvador sits up in a daze unaware that Escobar is coming at him from behind with a big kick to the back. Salvador yells out in pain, pulling himself up only for Escobar to strike him with a step-up enzuigiri. Salvador falters back, but manages to stay on his feet, though he has no idea where he is. Salvador turns around toward the center of the ring and walks into Escobar who squats down and lifts him on his shoulders. He then drops Salvador down with a Phantom Driver and stays on him, holding his leg as the ref counts it out: One, two, three! And with that Escobar gets the victory.

Salvador rolls out of the ring and limps up the ramp out of the arena. Just as he returns backstage two men jump out of the shadows and throw a bag on his head. Before Salvador can fight back they grab his wrists and shoulders, not that it takes much to subdue him since he's exhausted from the match. They silently guide him through the corridors, Salvador trying to sense any clues that he can on who either man is. Their boots clomping on the ground. Their manly scent. But he's left with nothing as they arrive to their destination. Salvador is stripped and then seated, on to a swing? Straps are tightened around his wrists to chains and his feet are lifted into two stirrups. No, it's a sling.
The bag is removed from the pornstar's head. He can't see anything -- at first he thinks it's a result of being blinded by the bag -- but quickly realizes it's the room that is dark -- pitch black. He'd be more nervous if he weren't strung up in the sling. All he knows is that this is nothing like what Vador described when he told him about his hookup with Del Toro, which sounded like a fantasy come to life. He wonders if Vador excluded somethings, such as the kidnapping and bondage, or if the Legado del Fantasma changed their tactics with their rebrand to LWO, getting into bondage and other kinks. Or maybe he didn't show enough interest in Escobar during their match and they thought they had to resort to such extreme measures.
Without saying anything the two men shuffle out before Salvador can confirm their identities and a light dims on. Then Escobar arrives, still in his trunks. "Mi amigo," the wrestler says, "I hope you're comfortable?"
"I would've gladly come here had you just sent an invitation," Salvador replies, his eyes adjusting to the light.
"You lost the match," Escobar laughs. "You have no choice."
The wrestler steps behind Salvador and then slides off his trunks, freeing the aching boner that he's been carrying since their match. His uncut cock falls into Salvador's face, now this is more like what Vador described. The pornstar tilts his head all the way back and flicks his tongue up, getting Escobar's head, tasting the first drops of pre-cum. Escobar shifts forward as he pushes his dick between Salvador's wide open lips, getting it deep in his throat from the start. Salvador makes a muffled gag, but other than that takes it all with ease. The pornstar only wishes his hands weren't restrained so he could stroke Escobar's dick, squeeze it in his grip. Instead Salvador settles for having Escobar fucks his throat slowly, letting his tongue savor every inch, not a bad position to be in.
Escobar is impressed with how Salvador handles being skull fucked, proving that his earlier comment about gladly coming here was indeed true and not an attempt to appear brave. And now the way he's taking Escobar's dick it seems like he prefers to have it rough. The wrestler flips his hair back, smiling to himself, as he thinks about all the things he wants to do to show the muscle bottom just how rough he can be.
With the wild scenarios filling Escobar's head, he steps around, getting between Salvador's legs, held up in their restraints. Escobar crouches down getting a view of the pornstar's pulsing hole, so loose he could probably fuck him right then and there. But where's the fun in that? Escobar flicks his tongue over the reddened skin and then spits in it, watching his salvia getting sucked up. He laps his tongue up and down the hole a few more times before pulling back to slick his fingers with the lube. He presses one finger into Salvador, watching the pornstar's face as he reacts to the intrusion, not seeing his hands squeeze the chains tight or his toes curl up. Escobar adds another finger, roughly fucking Salvador, enjoying seeing the pornstar writhe while being suspended in air. When he presses a third finger into him, Salvador whimpers -- all he wants is the cock now, the stretch and burn making his cock throb.
"Alright, calm down," Escobar smirks as he stands back up and rubs some lube on his dick.
He clutches Salvador's hips, biting his lip as he pushes his cock into him. It slides in so easily Escobar probably didn't even need to use the lube. He snaps his hips and adds a grunt, gauging Salvador's reaction. Just a yearning "Oh, fuck..." but no sign of pain. So Escobar does it again, then continues going with a fast rhythm from the start. The tight hole gripping his cock and the enthusiasm of Salvador of being fucked makes everything even more mind-blowing for the top. 
"Oh... Oh... Yeah..." Salvador gasps with big breathes.
Salvador is impressed with Escobar's strength, seeing it put to use to give him pleasure instead of pain. He can't help but smile hearing his animalistic grunts every time Escobar penetrates deep into him, not caring how much the wrestler's cock tears up his hole. Salvador sees why Escobar chose him to be his opponent, knowing he could take it.
"UHHH, UGHHH!" Escobar grunts some more.
He then looks in Salvador's eyes and flashes that cocky arrogant smirk he is known for, squeezing Salvador's thighs harder to really pound into him. Each penetration swings Salvador in the sling back, rocking back and forth, making Escobar go even faster. As Escobar builds up to a rapid speed of hurried thrusts his hands move up Salvador's muscular body, gently rubbing him in contrast to his powerful fucking. The sound of their fucking grows louder and echoes through the corridors. It's surprising that the noise hasn't drawn anyone over and interrupt their session, but then Salvador remembers the other two men -- Del Toro and Wilde, he assumes -- and perhaps they're guarding the sex sanctuary. 

Escobar slows down and begins undoing the stirrups holding up Salvador's feet and then unhooks the sling, though leaves the pornstar's hands restrained. Now standing up, Salvador tries to look over his shoulder at Escobar. He doesn't see him but he feels his hand on the back of his head pushing it forward as a dick returns between his cheeks. Escobar grips the sides of Salvador's lower back and resumes pounding into him. Every thrust of his cock causes Salvador's ass to giggle against his hips, something Escobar loves. 
"Ughhhh," Escobar roars loud, matching his powerful movements.
Salvador breathes heavily every time Escobar's dick slides in him, only for him to moan for more when it slides back out.
"Ohhhhh fuck, ohhhhhh..."
Hearing Salvador's desperate moans sends shivers down Escobar's back as he finds himself closer to coming. He takes a breath and fucks him intensely, which culminates with one deep, intense thrust that has Escobar bury his cock in Salvador. He circles his cock inside him, feeling his hole tighten around him. And when Salvador feels Escobar's cock pulse in him, he knows he's peaked, and feeling the wrestler empty his cum into him confirms this. When Escobar finishes he pulls his cock from Salvador's used hole and wipes his head on his cheeks.
"I want to fuck your ass all day," Escobar hisses. "But then I'd miss out on this."
Escobar grabs Salvador's dick and squeezes it, almost as if he's trying to milk him. The wrestler turns around, so his back is to Salvador, their bodies rubbing together. He angles the pornstar's dick between his cheeks and begins to rock his ass back on it.
"Ohhhh," Salvador whines, tugging at the straps binding his hands.
"Relax Papi," Escobar says as he grinds his ass on Salvador's dick. "You're still going to enjoy this."
The wrestler flips his hair and thrusts his hips back, getting the pornstar's cock deeper into him. He moans with approval as he keeps going, fucking himself on the Salvador's rock, hard dick. Escobar tilts his head back and licks Salvador's cheek down to his neck, somehow knowing everywhere that Salvador likes to be touched. If it didn't feel so damn good it would be torture, as Salvador still tugs on his restraints, trying to break free. It's not use, but his movement seems to please Escobar, so the pornstar focuses more on grinding his hips. That does the trick as Escobar whimpers louder. The more they go the more Escobar leans forward until he's bent over, hair swinging back and forth while it dangles down toward the floor.
"Yes, si, si, si!" Escobar shouts out.
All the noise becomes too much that the door suddenly bursts open and in step Del Toro and Wilde. They pause and survey what's going on, quickly determining Escobar is fine. Instead of returning to their post, they stay there watching as the restrained Salvador fucks Escobar until he comes again. The wrestler jerks his dick fast, squirting his second load on the floor in front of him as he gasps for air. After a brief moment Escobar collects himself and says with an exhausted smile, "He's everything we dreamed of and more. Have a see for yourselves."

Del Toro unties Salvador's hands while Wilde worships the pornstar's sweaty body, licking his chest and sucking on his pecs. Once he's freed, Salvador pulls the men in closer and shares a three-way kiss with them while Escobar sits in a chair and watches. Wilde drops down and begins sucking on Salvador's cock, Del Toro takes the rear, his beard grazing against Salvador's cheeks as he moves into position to rim him. As the two wrestlers work both ends of the pornstar Salvador stares across at Escobar, watching the wrestler stroke his cock at the sight before his eyes. There's something about being watched that turns Salvador on even more, it makes him wish that Del Toro and Wilde were in the room. the entire time Escobar was fucking him. The way that they're going at him, it seems doubtful that they could have resisted getting involved, and perhaps it was done more for Escobar, so he could have Salvador to himself, at least for the beginning.
Given how worked up everyone is, Del Toro and Wilde don't prolong the blow and rim jobs. They stand up at the same time, almost is if they could read each other's minds, sandwiching Salvador between them. Salvador puts his hands on Wilde's hips as he lines his ass up to the pornstar's cock. He feels Del Toro's hands on his shoulders as the wrestler's cock pushes its way into Salvador's hole. And with a snap of his hips Del Toro begins fucking Salvador, smacking his ass frequently. Salvador doesn't have to do much work as each penetration jolts him forward deeper into Wilde. If anything the hardest thing for him is maintaining his hold on Wilde, keeping his body close to his. The way the men work together so seamlessly makes Salvador wonder if every opponent gets this treatment -- if so Vador definitely left this out of his recap of hooking up with Del Toro. But one thing is that Vador definitely described perfectly is how good Del Toro's thick dick is. 
After several minutes the men switch the direction they're facing, so Del Toro gets fucked by Salvador and Wilde fucks the pornstar. Wilde's thrusts are shorter, not ever pulling all the way out compared to Del Toro's long strokes. But Wilde is faster and much more direct, brushing up against Salvador's prostate almost every goddamn time. Wilde's ass felt tighter than Del Toro's, but Salvador favors Del Toro's extra meat. And while Del Toro grunted with his fucks, he remains quiet taking the dick, letting the pleasurable sounds of their bodies connecting fill the room. Salvador can't believe he hasn't come yet, but he feels it building in him, his loins tingling. He doesn't know what's doing it for him more, Wilde's cock or Del Toro's ass, all he is knows is he's so flushed and shaky that it’s a miracle he hasn’t fallen over yet. His nails dig in to Del Toro's thighs, and his quiet noises of pleasure becoming loud noises of pleasure, groans and hissed curses and finally, finally, he arches his back and his head drops and he comes in spurts, a loud "fuck" his declaration of release into Del Toro. The wrestler grinds his ass, letting his insides soak up as much cum as he can. Wilde brings his fucking to a stop, holding his dick in Salvador, kissing him on his shoulders. Salvador tries to catch his breath, the intensity of his orgasm having worn him out. 

"Put him back in the sling," Escobar says, standing back up.

Salvador can't believe it's not over as Del Toro obediently follows Escobar's command. Everything is a blur as Salvador finds himself back in the sling, though his hands remain free from the restraints. He looks up and sees Escobar taking position, unfazed by Salvador's gaping hole. The wrestler slides his cock back in him and begins thrusting away as Del Toro and Wilde stand beside him, putting their hands on their leader's body, encouraging him to give it Salvador. The break served Escobar well, his energy restored as he pounds the muscle bottom with a renewed vigor. After a few minutes they switch, with Wilde taking over pistoning with his quick thrusts. He puts his hands on Salvador's chest, squeezing his tits, in awe of Salvador's body on display for him. Next up Del Toro resumes his slow and powerful thrusts that jolt the sling each time he penetrates the pornstar. Del Toro eyes roll back every time Salvador clenches around his cock. And the three of them continue like this getting a minute or so in before another taking over, getting their turn at Salvador's abused ass. And as abused as he is, Salvador doesn't show any signs of weakness of wanting to surrender, only sighing and moaning from the overstimulation. 
When Escobar takes over again, jerking Salvador's dick in unison to his fucking. Salvador sees the wrestler tense up, knowing he's about to come. Del Toro and Wilde stand on the sides of the sling, stroking themselves off. And then together the three wrestlers come: Del Toro's load splashing across Salvador's chest, dripping into his abs, Wilde aims his spurt at Salvador's face, getting much of it in the pornstar's open mouth, and Escobar stands still, spending his load deep inside Salvador while he continues stroking Salvador's cock. And just a moment later the pornstar squirts out his second load of the night, getting it on his stomach and Escobar's. Escobar moves through his orgasm, his cock again rubbing against Salvador's prostate. Wilde and Del Toro take to the opposite end, holding their cocks over Salvador's face, letting him suck the cum off their heads. It's like none of them want the moment to end, to admit that they've finished. It's Escobar who finally ends it, stepping back, wiping the sweat off his face. Wilde and Del Toro join him and the three embrace. Escobar extends a hand to pull Salvador out of the sling, then pats him on his ass, no words needed to say, job well done.
Salvadors joins them heading back to the locker room to shower, thinking about everything he wants to tell Vador, though he knows no words will be able to match the total thrill of his experience.

If I were to pick between these latin hunks, I'd go with Salvador's juicy muscle ass. Although if you were to throw in Del Toro and Wilde with Escobar I might be swayed the other direction.