Cocksocker
Kayden Keller vs Carson Crawford, X-Fights 48 (BG East)
Kayden Keller leads Carson Crawford cuffed, gagged, and blindfolded to the squared circle. Keller's regular-guy good looks would suggest a more companionable personality, a gentle giant at six-foot-two, but you should know better than to trust appearances. By now, everybody knows Kayden is murder on the mats and in the ring. Dangle a morsel like smooth and clean-cut Carson in front of him, and Kayden pounces and rips him open, instinctively and brutally.
The drive to fight and to fuck is essential to survival of the fittest. The tendency has served Keller well over the past five years. He has outlasted most of his opponents and notched up an impressive line of conquests. He has honed his destructive craft well. It's not unusual for a grappler to play rough, but one senses that Keller wants to pick his teeth with the splintered bones of his challengers. Somebody should have warned Carson, perhaps.
Kayden kisses the rookie while removing the restraints and pulls him into the ring by a fistful of hair. The process is slow, seductive, with an unmistakable air of menace and prerogative. Kayden takes a breath and locks on a full nelson hold, pulling his shoulders back to stretch the panting victim's body, then pressing him face down to the mat, rhythmically dry-humping Carson's butt to assert ownership. "Get off me," Carson snarls weakly, but Kayden won't take orders from this guy.
Keller urges Crawford to submit early to save himself the trouble of a whupping. The jobber refuses, just as we would expect. The promised pain is too sweet to resist. Nipple twists, kisses, and crotch-fondling open the way for a brief hope spot for Carson (his one and only), who binds his abuser in a Boston crab hold, which (of course) only assures his predestined doom. The holds and poses are conventional with special attention to the male body's erogenous zones - the pulse point of the wrist, the back of the neck, the scalp, the earlobe, the ass cheeks, the back of the knee, the toes - and, naturally, the crotch.
After choking Carson out, Kayden removes the man's trunks, leaving him entirely exposed. We're a third of the way through the 45-minute match. He then proceeds to simultaneously choke and smother (with kisses) the now barely conscious victim. At the match's midpoint, he allows Carson to pull his (Kayden's) trunks off as well, while the rookie kneels worshipfully, face to engorged cock. With the slow solemnity of a holy rite, Kayden dispenses pain and stimulation - by turns and often at the same time.
For the duration of the second half, both Carson and Kayden are stiff as nightsticks. At this point the wrestlers resemble nothing so much as a pair of mountain satyrs. Keller introduces rope bondage, lube, and a cock ring to emulate what in a mainstream match would be a turnbuckle pummeling. The climax is reached by slow degrees of intensity and hyperventilation. The cum shots are copious. The stickiness is almost palpable, and the match ends with a prolonged and feverish lip lock.
This is Kayden's masterwork. The height of his powers as an erotic wrestling performer. This is a match he will be remembered for.
Visit BG East here.
Kayden kisses the rookie while removing the restraints and pulls him into the ring by a fistful of hair. The process is slow, seductive, with an unmistakable air of menace and prerogative. Kayden takes a breath and locks on a full nelson hold, pulling his shoulders back to stretch the panting victim's body, then pressing him face down to the mat, rhythmically dry-humping Carson's butt to assert ownership. "Get off me," Carson snarls weakly, but Kayden won't take orders from this guy.
Keller urges Crawford to submit early to save himself the trouble of a whupping. The jobber refuses, just as we would expect. The promised pain is too sweet to resist. Nipple twists, kisses, and crotch-fondling open the way for a brief hope spot for Carson (his one and only), who binds his abuser in a Boston crab hold, which (of course) only assures his predestined doom. The holds and poses are conventional with special attention to the male body's erogenous zones - the pulse point of the wrist, the back of the neck, the scalp, the earlobe, the ass cheeks, the back of the knee, the toes - and, naturally, the crotch.
After choking Carson out, Kayden removes the man's trunks, leaving him entirely exposed. We're a third of the way through the 45-minute match. He then proceeds to simultaneously choke and smother (with kisses) the now barely conscious victim. At the match's midpoint, he allows Carson to pull his (Kayden's) trunks off as well, while the rookie kneels worshipfully, face to engorged cock. With the slow solemnity of a holy rite, Kayden dispenses pain and stimulation - by turns and often at the same time.
For the duration of the second half, both Carson and Kayden are stiff as nightsticks. At this point the wrestlers resemble nothing so much as a pair of mountain satyrs. Keller introduces rope bondage, lube, and a cock ring to emulate what in a mainstream match would be a turnbuckle pummeling. The climax is reached by slow degrees of intensity and hyperventilation. The cum shots are copious. The stickiness is almost palpable, and the match ends with a prolonged and feverish lip lock.
This is Kayden's masterwork. The height of his powers as an erotic wrestling performer. This is a match he will be remembered for.
Visit BG East here.
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