Karter can't believe it when he sees Steel is his opponent in the ring, nor can he hide his disgust. The wrestler does his best to stay in character, strutting toward the ring with his chin held high and then entering the ring and standing on the corner turnbuckles, opening his arms wide to show off his body to the adoring fans, ignoring his adoring opponent the entire time.
When the bell rings Karter faces Steel for the first time, who keeps his eyes on Karter's. The two men lock up and Karter whispers, "No kinky shit, ok?" Steel doesn't reply, so Karter asks again, "Ok?" Still no reply so Karter shoves Steel down flat on the ring. As Steel stands back up Karter nabs him in a side headlock, "Fine, I'm not going to give you a chance then."
Steel punches Karter in the gut and pushes him toward the ropes. Karter rebounds back and takes Steel down with a shoulder block. The pornstar scrambles back up as Karter runs to the ropes again. When he comes back Steel leap frogs over him letting him run across the ring. When Karter rebounds back toward him Steel gets him with a hip toss. Karter bounces on his ass and pulls himself up only for Steel to connect with a dropkick. Karter drops to his knees by the ropes. Steel climbs on top of him and pulls the rope up, choking Karter with it. The sound of Karter choking and gagging turns Steel on, imagining his dick is stuffed down the wrestler's throat causing the same noises. He only lets go when the ref comes over to push him away. Steel doesn't give Karter much of a break, grabbing him and whipping him into the corner. He races in after him and connects with a bodysplash, their bodies crashing together, smushing Karter against the turnbuckles. Steel steps back and Karter lunges at him with a surprise attack, but Steel ducks and lifts him up, flipping him upside down. He carries him to the center of the ring and hits a tombstone piledriver and lies down on top of him, crotch in Karter's face, for the pin. One. Two-- Karter lifts his shoulder in time.
Steel stands back up and pulls Karter to his feet. He strikes him in the gut then lifts him on his shoulders putting him in a torture rack. He takes him to the center of the ring, trying to get him to tap out, but Karter punches his head and slips free, not ever coming close to surrendering. Steel turns toward the young stud and Karter is in the air, hitting him with a dropkick. He then drops down and puts Steel in a headlock, keeping him down on the ring. Now it's Steel's head that turns red, losing the air. He squirms around and manages to kick his legs up, getting Karter in a scissor hold, once again applying pressure to Karter's throat and neck. The more Karter moves, the closer he head and face gets to Steel's groin. "Come on, you know you want it," Steel taunts.
But it proves to be a distraction as Karter lifts his leg up and gets it on the rope, forcing Steel to release the hold. The pornstar stands up, adjusting the straps of his singlet before reaching for Karter. But Karter nails him with a surprise jawbreaker, knocking Steel away. When Steel lunges back at Karter the pornstar gets him with another dropkick, sending Steel tumbling on his rear. As Steel stands and wipes his head, Karter jumps up with a high knee to Steel, knocking him back. He then grabs him and lifts him up, dropping him down with a falcon arrow. The wrestler crawls on top of Steel's chest, his groin in the pornstar's face as he flexes his bicep while pinning him. One. Two. Thr-- Steel punches out.
The two men stand back up, Karter grabs Steel's arm and twists it behind his back. Steel wraps his arm around Karter's neck and gets him in a headlock, but Karter backs away to the ropes, using them to shove the pornstar off of him. Steel runs across the ring and rebounds faster than expected, knocking Karter over with a big shoulder block, much more powerful than the one Karter gave him earlier in the match. Steel then gets behind Karter and puts him in a waistlock, his hands perilously close to Karter's crotch. Karter tries to elbow him, but Steel ducks the attack and lifts the wrestler up and nails him with a German suplex. He holds him down for the pin, but Karter breaks free after a two-count.
The two men scramble up at the same time. Steel licks his lips, hungry for more, but Karter shakes his head. They race toward each other and lock up. Karter gets the advantage and shoves Steel backwards hard. The pornstar bounces on the ring and sits up in the corner. Karter flexes both his biceps, taunting Steel to show him what he's up against. Or maybe he's forgotten that this isn't one of his kinky matches? He then charges to the corner, but Steel ducks out of the way and slaps Karter across the chest with a backhand so loud that the crowd winces. Karter slides away to the other corner, but Steel follows him. He rubs his hand down the wrestler's body as if to worship him, only to hit another backhand across the chest. Karter escapes to the middle of the ropes, hanging on trying to not look so hurt from the slaps, but failing. Steel grabs the wrestler and whips him across the ring. When Karter comes running back toward him, Steel opens his arms and slams Karter in the middle of the ring. As Karter stays down, rubbing his back, Steel steps back and flexes both of his biceps, showing off how much more muscle he has than Karter. Steel then charges at Karter as he stands up, but the wrestler stays bent over and gets Steel on his shoulders, dropping him down with a TKO. He then hoists Steel up for a powerbomb. Up in the air, the pornstar holds Karter's face to his groin, trying to thrust in his face, but it's short-lived as Karter throws him into the turnbuckles. Steel staggers out of the corner into Karter's arms who nails him with a spinebuster. He rolls on top of Steel, hooking the leg. One. Two. Thr-- Steel punches out.
Karter can't believe it, brushing the hair back, trying to think of how he can put Steel away. He gestures to the corner, motioning that he'll do a 450 splash. But the match has drained his energy and he takes his time to climb to the top. He's too slow, and no sooner is he at the top, Steel is standing upright again, bolting over to him. Steel gives him a big right hand to the head and then steps up on the middle ropes, and grabs Karter, and lifts him up and falls backward with a superplex. Steel rolls on top of Karter, folding both his legs up as the ref counts: One, two, three.
And with that Steel stands up and pulls down the straps from his singlet as he raises his arms in victory.
"There, you won. Happy now?" Karter asks storming into the locker room behind Steel.
Steel stands back up and pulls Karter to his feet. He strikes him in the gut then lifts him on his shoulders putting him in a torture rack. He takes him to the center of the ring, trying to get him to tap out, but Karter punches his head and slips free, not ever coming close to surrendering. Steel turns toward the young stud and Karter is in the air, hitting him with a dropkick. He then drops down and puts Steel in a headlock, keeping him down on the ring. Now it's Steel's head that turns red, losing the air. He squirms around and manages to kick his legs up, getting Karter in a scissor hold, once again applying pressure to Karter's throat and neck. The more Karter moves, the closer he head and face gets to Steel's groin. "Come on, you know you want it," Steel taunts.
But it proves to be a distraction as Karter lifts his leg up and gets it on the rope, forcing Steel to release the hold. The pornstar stands up, adjusting the straps of his singlet before reaching for Karter. But Karter nails him with a surprise jawbreaker, knocking Steel away. When Steel lunges back at Karter the pornstar gets him with another dropkick, sending Steel tumbling on his rear. As Steel stands and wipes his head, Karter jumps up with a high knee to Steel, knocking him back. He then grabs him and lifts him up, dropping him down with a falcon arrow. The wrestler crawls on top of Steel's chest, his groin in the pornstar's face as he flexes his bicep while pinning him. One. Two. Thr-- Steel punches out.
The two men stand back up, Karter grabs Steel's arm and twists it behind his back. Steel wraps his arm around Karter's neck and gets him in a headlock, but Karter backs away to the ropes, using them to shove the pornstar off of him. Steel runs across the ring and rebounds faster than expected, knocking Karter over with a big shoulder block, much more powerful than the one Karter gave him earlier in the match. Steel then gets behind Karter and puts him in a waistlock, his hands perilously close to Karter's crotch. Karter tries to elbow him, but Steel ducks the attack and lifts the wrestler up and nails him with a German suplex. He holds him down for the pin, but Karter breaks free after a two-count.
The two men scramble up at the same time. Steel licks his lips, hungry for more, but Karter shakes his head. They race toward each other and lock up. Karter gets the advantage and shoves Steel backwards hard. The pornstar bounces on the ring and sits up in the corner. Karter flexes both his biceps, taunting Steel to show him what he's up against. Or maybe he's forgotten that this isn't one of his kinky matches? He then charges to the corner, but Steel ducks out of the way and slaps Karter across the chest with a backhand so loud that the crowd winces. Karter slides away to the other corner, but Steel follows him. He rubs his hand down the wrestler's body as if to worship him, only to hit another backhand across the chest. Karter escapes to the middle of the ropes, hanging on trying to not look so hurt from the slaps, but failing. Steel grabs the wrestler and whips him across the ring. When Karter comes running back toward him, Steel opens his arms and slams Karter in the middle of the ring. As Karter stays down, rubbing his back, Steel steps back and flexes both of his biceps, showing off how much more muscle he has than Karter. Steel then charges at Karter as he stands up, but the wrestler stays bent over and gets Steel on his shoulders, dropping him down with a TKO. He then hoists Steel up for a powerbomb. Up in the air, the pornstar holds Karter's face to his groin, trying to thrust in his face, but it's short-lived as Karter throws him into the turnbuckles. Steel staggers out of the corner into Karter's arms who nails him with a spinebuster. He rolls on top of Steel, hooking the leg. One. Two. Thr-- Steel punches out.
Karter can't believe it, brushing the hair back, trying to think of how he can put Steel away. He gestures to the corner, motioning that he'll do a 450 splash. But the match has drained his energy and he takes his time to climb to the top. He's too slow, and no sooner is he at the top, Steel is standing upright again, bolting over to him. Steel gives him a big right hand to the head and then steps up on the middle ropes, and grabs Karter, and lifts him up and falls backward with a superplex. Steel rolls on top of Karter, folding both his legs up as the ref counts: One, two, three.
And with that Steel stands up and pulls down the straps from his singlet as he raises his arms in victory.
"Not until that long tongue of yours is down my throat," Steel says with a wink.
Karter grabs Steel's head between his hands and gives him a long, passionate kiss, just as he desired. He then pulls back, still holding Steel's head in his hands, "There, does this mean you'll stop stalking me?"
Karter grabs Steel's head between his hands and gives him a long, passionate kiss, just as he desired. He then pulls back, still holding Steel's head in his hands, "There, does this mean you'll stop stalking me?"
Steel can't help but find Karter even sexier when he's angry, "No."
"What you're going to try and blackmail me? Please. Tony Nese, Brian Cage, Carmelo Hayes have all done underground wrestling videos too and that didn't stop their careers. Hell, I could name more, Seth Rollins--"
Steel shakes his head, "I'm not trying to blackmail you."
"What you're going to try and blackmail me? Please. Tony Nese, Brian Cage, Carmelo Hayes have all done underground wrestling videos too and that didn't stop their careers. Hell, I could name more, Seth Rollins--"
Steel shakes his head, "I'm not trying to blackmail you."
"What the fuck? What is it going to take for you to leave me alone?" Karter yells.
"One more match."
"One more match."
"One more match? No. I can't believe I even lost to you tonight, I'm not going through this again."
"No, a different type of match. One that's more up my alley," Steel says. "You know the alley, it used to be yours too."
"In case you didn't notice, I left that behind," Karter says, insulted by the offer.
"No cameras, no audience, just you and me. Then I'll leave you alone forever."
Karter looks at Steel's eyes, he seems to be sincere. Karter paces back and forth, thinking. If no one was going to find out about it, what did he have to lose? Plus, he can't deny that Steel carries himself well and looks hot with his hard nipples. And that kiss was hot as hell.
"Ok, deal," Karter sticks his hand out to shake, but Steel doesn't just grab it, he pulls Karter in for a hug that turns into another kiss.
"Deal."
Karter has second thoughts when he enters the familiar nondescript building that hosted his earlier fetish matches. He's come so far, and now to return back he risks his career. Sure Steel promised it would just be the two of them, and that this would end things with them, but could Karter be sure? Just as he's about to turn to leave, Steel greets him, welcoming him back. The pornstar is wearing a skimpy latex bikini, his skin already oiled up, highlighting his muscles. It's too late for Karter to leave now, but seeing Steel's smile he realizes he doesn't want to.
Karter changes into his gear and squirts a bunch of oil on his chest. He steps into the ring seeing Steel hanging on the top ropes in the corner, "You ready now? Or do you need another fifteen minutes to get ready, Princess?"
"Let's get this over with," Karter replies, trying to hide his lust for Steel.
Steel hops off the ropes and steps right up to Karter, "You really wearing this for the match?"
He tugs on the waistband of Karter's black tights.
"This is what I wear now when I wrestle," Karter replies.
"Really? And what's with these laces?" Steel pokes at the red laces running up Karter's crotch. "For easy access?"
He begins loosening the laces, undoing them all the way down. Karter pushes him away, "When is this match going to start?"
"It just did."
Steel comes at Karter with a clothesline, knocking him down. He falls down on him and wraps his legs around Karter's head, squeezing it tight. As Karter writhes around, trying to free himself Steel reaches for Karter's laces, undoing the last bit. The wrestler frees himself from Steel's hold and stands back up, hands up ready to fight. Steel lunges at him, but aims low, grabbing the wrestler's tights and pulling them down. The tights bunch up at his ankles, causing Karter to fall flat on his stomach. Steel hops on his back, pinning him down as he strips the tights off him and tosses them beyond reach. He slaps Karter's ass, "Enjoy the freedom."
Karter shoves Steel off him. As he stands up his face has a look of disgust, but his dick is hard making it unconvincing. Karter comes at Steel, but the pornstar dodges his lunge and grabs him from behind, picking him up and dropping him down with a backbreaker on his knee. He holds Karter on his knee, his hand brushing along the wrestler's abs down to his boner. He grips the cock, tugging on it, getting Karter to moan.
"You like that, don't you?"
Karter punches Steel in the head, embarrassed by Steel's teasing, as truthful as it may be. The wrestler then scoops Steel up, pulling on his bikini bottom, giving him a wedgie before slamming in the middle of the ring. He drops down on Steel in the school boy position, his dick right in Steel's face. "Open wide."
Steel gladly does, sucking on Karter's head as if it were his own choice. As Steel blows him, Karter reaches forward tugging the pornstar's bikini down freeing Steel's cock and watching it spring up with precum dripping from the head down to the base. Karter's breath hitches from seeing it, and looks down at Steel to see if he's noticed his reaction, but Steel is lost in the cock in front of his face.
"Yeah, suck that cock," Karter moans as he holds Steel's head still and stuffs his entire cock down his throat.
The pornstar gags slightly, but pushes through it, deepthroating Karter like the pro he is. Karter starts stroking Steel's dick, going faster, like he is trying to get him off and end the match. Steel spits his cock out and pushes him off, "You're not going to finish me that quickly," he says with saliva dripping from his mouth.
Steel lunges at Karter, kicking him in the gut. He picks up the naked wrestler and flips him upside down, holding him like he's doing to hit a piledriver. Instead he keeps him there, Karter's face positioned in front of his dick and the wrestler's ass in his face. "Now it's your turn to suck cock," Steel says.
Karter flicks his long tongue, brushing it against the cock before opening up. He closes his eyes and sucks on it, having chills hearing Steel sigh. The pornstar spits in Karter's ass and then buries his face in it, thrusting his tongue down into his ass, pulling a squeal out of the wrestler. He continues to fuck his tongue into him, working him open as Karter mewls and moans with Steel's cock in his mouth. He begins writhing so much that Steel has to set him down, not that it matters because Karter has given up all resistance lying on his back, waiting for Steel to pin him.
But where would the fun in that be?
Steel drops to his knees and folds Karter's legs back to his shoulders, revealing the wrestler's pulsing hole. He lines up and buries himself hard and deep in the younger man, getting a wail out of Karter. As much as Steel enjoys being dominated, he does enjoy being the one to dominate from time to time, and this is one of those times. He thrusts into Karter fast, keeping his strokes short, not giving the wrestler any time to absorb each push into him. Despite the cries coming out of his mouth, Karter's lips are twisted in a big smile that screams, Fuck yeah, keep going.
Steel fulfills Karter's wishes, pounding into him while flexing his biceps, showing off his body. The wrestler reaches up to pinch Steel's hard nipples, holding them in between his fingers. Steel closes his eyes and tilts his head back as he extends his strokes all the way in and out.
As Karter pinches harder Steel's mouth hangs open, pleased with the abuse, "Ahhhh..."
It's with that distraction that Karter pulls Steel down on him and rolls them over so he's on top of the pornstar, pinning him down.
"One. Two. Three," Karter counts. "I win."
As he stands back up Karter smirks smugly, happy to pull that over Steel. But Steel doesn't look at all disappointed in the loss. "Looks like you won, so you know what that means or did you forget how these matches work?"
"How could I forget? It's the best part of these matches. Now stand up."
"No, a different type of match. One that's more up my alley," Steel says. "You know the alley, it used to be yours too."
"In case you didn't notice, I left that behind," Karter says, insulted by the offer.
"No cameras, no audience, just you and me. Then I'll leave you alone forever."
Karter looks at Steel's eyes, he seems to be sincere. Karter paces back and forth, thinking. If no one was going to find out about it, what did he have to lose? Plus, he can't deny that Steel carries himself well and looks hot with his hard nipples. And that kiss was hot as hell.
"Ok, deal," Karter sticks his hand out to shake, but Steel doesn't just grab it, he pulls Karter in for a hug that turns into another kiss.
"Deal."
Karter has second thoughts when he enters the familiar nondescript building that hosted his earlier fetish matches. He's come so far, and now to return back he risks his career. Sure Steel promised it would just be the two of them, and that this would end things with them, but could Karter be sure? Just as he's about to turn to leave, Steel greets him, welcoming him back. The pornstar is wearing a skimpy latex bikini, his skin already oiled up, highlighting his muscles. It's too late for Karter to leave now, but seeing Steel's smile he realizes he doesn't want to.
Karter changes into his gear and squirts a bunch of oil on his chest. He steps into the ring seeing Steel hanging on the top ropes in the corner, "You ready now? Or do you need another fifteen minutes to get ready, Princess?"
"Let's get this over with," Karter replies, trying to hide his lust for Steel.
Steel hops off the ropes and steps right up to Karter, "You really wearing this for the match?"
He tugs on the waistband of Karter's black tights.
"This is what I wear now when I wrestle," Karter replies.
"Really? And what's with these laces?" Steel pokes at the red laces running up Karter's crotch. "For easy access?"
He begins loosening the laces, undoing them all the way down. Karter pushes him away, "When is this match going to start?"
"It just did."
Steel comes at Karter with a clothesline, knocking him down. He falls down on him and wraps his legs around Karter's head, squeezing it tight. As Karter writhes around, trying to free himself Steel reaches for Karter's laces, undoing the last bit. The wrestler frees himself from Steel's hold and stands back up, hands up ready to fight. Steel lunges at him, but aims low, grabbing the wrestler's tights and pulling them down. The tights bunch up at his ankles, causing Karter to fall flat on his stomach. Steel hops on his back, pinning him down as he strips the tights off him and tosses them beyond reach. He slaps Karter's ass, "Enjoy the freedom."
Karter shoves Steel off him. As he stands up his face has a look of disgust, but his dick is hard making it unconvincing. Karter comes at Steel, but the pornstar dodges his lunge and grabs him from behind, picking him up and dropping him down with a backbreaker on his knee. He holds Karter on his knee, his hand brushing along the wrestler's abs down to his boner. He grips the cock, tugging on it, getting Karter to moan.
"You like that, don't you?"
Karter punches Steel in the head, embarrassed by Steel's teasing, as truthful as it may be. The wrestler then scoops Steel up, pulling on his bikini bottom, giving him a wedgie before slamming in the middle of the ring. He drops down on Steel in the school boy position, his dick right in Steel's face. "Open wide."
Steel gladly does, sucking on Karter's head as if it were his own choice. As Steel blows him, Karter reaches forward tugging the pornstar's bikini down freeing Steel's cock and watching it spring up with precum dripping from the head down to the base. Karter's breath hitches from seeing it, and looks down at Steel to see if he's noticed his reaction, but Steel is lost in the cock in front of his face.
"Yeah, suck that cock," Karter moans as he holds Steel's head still and stuffs his entire cock down his throat.
The pornstar gags slightly, but pushes through it, deepthroating Karter like the pro he is. Karter starts stroking Steel's dick, going faster, like he is trying to get him off and end the match. Steel spits his cock out and pushes him off, "You're not going to finish me that quickly," he says with saliva dripping from his mouth.
Steel lunges at Karter, kicking him in the gut. He picks up the naked wrestler and flips him upside down, holding him like he's doing to hit a piledriver. Instead he keeps him there, Karter's face positioned in front of his dick and the wrestler's ass in his face. "Now it's your turn to suck cock," Steel says.
Karter flicks his long tongue, brushing it against the cock before opening up. He closes his eyes and sucks on it, having chills hearing Steel sigh. The pornstar spits in Karter's ass and then buries his face in it, thrusting his tongue down into his ass, pulling a squeal out of the wrestler. He continues to fuck his tongue into him, working him open as Karter mewls and moans with Steel's cock in his mouth. He begins writhing so much that Steel has to set him down, not that it matters because Karter has given up all resistance lying on his back, waiting for Steel to pin him.
But where would the fun in that be?
Steel drops to his knees and folds Karter's legs back to his shoulders, revealing the wrestler's pulsing hole. He lines up and buries himself hard and deep in the younger man, getting a wail out of Karter. As much as Steel enjoys being dominated, he does enjoy being the one to dominate from time to time, and this is one of those times. He thrusts into Karter fast, keeping his strokes short, not giving the wrestler any time to absorb each push into him. Despite the cries coming out of his mouth, Karter's lips are twisted in a big smile that screams, Fuck yeah, keep going.
Steel fulfills Karter's wishes, pounding into him while flexing his biceps, showing off his body. The wrestler reaches up to pinch Steel's hard nipples, holding them in between his fingers. Steel closes his eyes and tilts his head back as he extends his strokes all the way in and out.
As Karter pinches harder Steel's mouth hangs open, pleased with the abuse, "Ahhhh..."
It's with that distraction that Karter pulls Steel down on him and rolls them over so he's on top of the pornstar, pinning him down.
"One. Two. Three," Karter counts. "I win."
As he stands back up Karter smirks smugly, happy to pull that over Steel. But Steel doesn't look at all disappointed in the loss. "Looks like you won, so you know what that means or did you forget how these matches work?"
"How could I forget? It's the best part of these matches. Now stand up."
"Ohhhhh... yeah..." Steel moans.
Karter keeps still as Steel bucks in his grip, spilling precum onto the ring as he clenches around his cock. Fuck, there isn't much better feeling in the world than fucking a muscle man after pinning him. How Karter wished some of his professional matches ended like this. He feels Steel go a bit limp in his grasp, pretty sure that his grip on Steel's hips is mostly what is keeping him up.
“You tired Daddy?” he growls, feeling Steel shudder and then shift to hold himself up better, making him smirk, "That's better.”
He adjusts his grip and then starts moving, fucking into him in long deep movements, groaning as he watches their shadows move across the ring. Steel bent over and taking his cock so beautifully, his arms and legs trembling as he struggles to stay upright between the pleasure and how hard he is being fucked, couldn't be hotter. Adding in the soundtrack of his hips slapping against Steel's fat ass as he drills into him, it's a sensory overload for Karter.
"Ahhh, ahh ooohh, oh!" Steel begins to moan nonstop with the pounding he's taking.
Karter could fuck Steel like this all night, but he sees the pornstar shifting his feet more and more, having trouble staying still.
"Alright, let's try something different," Karter says giving him one last good fuck before pulling all the way out.
Karter heads to the corner and sits on the middle turnbuckle, patting his lap for Steel to sit on. The pornstar wipes the sweat off his forehead and beams, eager to show off his power bottoming skills. Steel backs into the corner and grabs the top ropes as he lowers himself on Karter's dick, aiming it back in his hole.
"That's it, you've got," Karter says, before holding his breath as Steel's ass rubs against his dick.
Steel sinks down onto him, slow, the way he wants it. When he’s finally seated, he pulls Karter's hands to his thighs, feeling them squeeze in response. It’s quiet except for a little creak from the ring. Then he rocks a little, and the fucking noise Karter makes, punched out and sonorous, rising at the end with a lilt of desperation. It’s fucking delicious. From there it doesn't take Steel long to build up his pace, bouncing on the wrestler's dick fast and hard, making the entire ring shake.
"That's it, fuck yeah," Karter grunts.
Steel's pleasure is wordless as he buries the dick in him, grinds, and drags it out before doing it all over again. It's almost as if Karter's exclamations are enough for both of them. Steel just keeps rocking forward, his body breaking out in a sweat and his muscles rippling.
"Ride my cock, Daddy. Ride it."
Karter tests a few thrusts and soon they develop a good rhythm with Karter thrusting up just as Steel begins his descent, getting the wrestler's dick deep into him. Karter becomes so concentrated on his thrusts he stops moaning out. It's just the two of them, moving together to form a rough, quick pace. The heavy sound of harsh breathing and skin smacking. But the more he fucks Steel, the more Karter wants to take over again. To dominate Steel like he's seen in all of his videos.
The moment he feels Steel's pace slow he pushes the pornstar off of him on to the ring. He drops on top of Steel, rolling him over on his back, staying on top of him. Karter grabs one of Steel's hands, lacing their fingers and presses it down on the ring. Steel has never felt more comfortable on his back with Karter hanging over him like, his body almost lax, opening further for Karter as he starts to roll his hips back. When just the tip is inside him he drives his hips down hard, pulling a ragged scream of need and pleasure from Steel. He rolls back slow and easy for another thrust, driving in hard, repeating the slow exit and near brutal entrance a few more times. He continues plowing into him, using the slight swaying of the ring to find a rhythm that matches Steel's moans and panted breaths. Soon enough Steel's climax hits, as he announces it saying Karter's name:
"Cole..."The knotting in his stomach triggers the impending orgasm, making him clench hard around the throbbing length inside him. Steel jerks his cock letting the cum splash on his stomach that sways with Karter's continued movements. Karter's growl deepens as he fucks Steel through the pleasure reaching his own climax. He grinds into him, filling him up with his seed thinking, Oh fuck, he feels so damn good.
Karter sits up on his knees, looking around at the empty ring and the sweaty muscle man in front of him. How could he move on from this? The best sex he's had has been in a ring. No bed, sofa, or anywhere else he's fucked has ever come close.
Steel can read that look in Karter's eyes and knows very well that this won't be their last match in this ring. Karter then leans forward and laps up the cum off Steel's stomach with his dangerously long tongue. He goes down and even sucks on Steel's dick, cleaning it up for him. Then he moves back up sucking on his pecs, proving that not only does he not to give up the fetish wrestling, he doesn't want to give up Steel either.
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