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"How's it feel to have the best tag team partner in the whole federation? Hm? We kicked ass out there." Adam didn't find himself to be much of a 'tag team' person. Why would he want to dim his own star to have to share the spotlight with someone else? Well, for right now at least, they were on something he would call a winning streak. "You keep making me look good, and I'll treat you to something special. Maybe some new gear. You need an upgrade if you're gonna be seen with me."
‘status effect’ + FUSED for Roddy and Trace
status effect: fused (roddy/trace)
it was supposed to be some kind of experimental feature for the company's first video game. it was still in the works, but there was definitely progress being made. tag teams weren't anything new to the industry, but the idea of mixing people into their own characters? that was something that was a bit of a work in progress.
"what the hell is even this?! he's supposed to be as rugged as I am. he looks like he spends more time in the tanning bed than he does getting down and dirty in the ring." that was roddy's reaction as he was in the room with trace. they were supposed to be 'working together' to make this character of theirs. considering the personality of the two, it was only a matter of time before the sparks would meet the barrel of gunpowder. "and you need to give him a better package than that!"
"why are you so vain? it should be more about their skills and their attributes than just the way they look." it was clear that trace stood on the other side of the equation when it came to this. looks were fine. but they didn't mean a thing in the world if they played like crap. sure, the guy looked like a mix between the two, but it was more to it than that. at least that's the way he thought about it. "and if you're worried about dick so much, I'm sure you can go on Grindr or whatever and get some down your throat like that."
A good orgasm was one the greatest pleasures of life. You couldn't convince Sebastian that wasn't the truth, and you'd be hard-pressed to find anyone in the locker room that would actively go against that sentiment. He just closed his eyes and let the feelings work through him. He was moaning as he was filling it, and the fact that he was getting messy from his own seed didn't bother him in the least bit. He was already gonna be getting into the shower anyway, so might as well get the most for his money now.
While he was getting his own rocks off, Alden was doing much the same. He could feel the fact that he was filling him up, and that just added more fuel to the fire. This was the perfect way to cap off his match celebration. He didn't know who in the hell this guy was, but he was glad he came knocking on his locker door.
"You expect my respect and devotion? If you're asking me to marry you, I'm going to have to decline." He made his way to his feet and had to stretch his arms. "If you want more of my good graces, you'll treat me to a fancy dinner after I get out of the shower. My cleanliness and hygiene are important to me."
When Alden saw the look on the boy's face and felt the cum start to erupt from Sebastian's cock, he was transfixed. He had never seen anything so beautiful, and he knew that he couldn't hold back any longer. With his hand still stroking Sebastian's dick, Alden erupted with an almighty roar, sending his seed flying in the air. "That's it, slut. Let it all out," Alden moaned, feeling his own cum explode out of him and painting Sebastian's insides. The cum was warm and creamy, and Alden let out a primal cry of ecstasy. "That's right. Cum. Fuck, yes. Fucking take it," Alden screamed, his cock buried in the boy's tight hole.
Alden released Sebastian's cock and moved his hands to the boy's hips where he sank his nails into the boy's soft, toned flesh. He was painting the boy's insides, and the feeling of euphoria was incredible. He had never felt so good, and he knew that he had made the right choice by claiming this young man as his own.
Alden's hairy chest glistened with sweat, and his breathing was ragged and uneven. He looked down at Sebastian's exhausted and pleasured face and smiled. "You did so good, boy. You are such a little cock slut. I'm gonna have so much fun with you tonight." Alden grinned, sliding his hard and engorged cock out of Sebastian's stretched and dripping hole. "You better be okay, because from this point forward I'm your King and I expect your respect and devotion from you in return." Alden rubbed the remains of his cum all over Sebastian's ass before taking a look and smiling. "You want more of this big cock, Sebastian? Want me to make a man out of you?" Alden grinned, still half hard and ready for more.
Status Effect + Doom (Dominic? Or your choice)
status effect: doom
if you were to look up the word 'intensity' in the dictionary, you'd find dominic's visage right there. the man knew no ends when it came to the ring. he wanted to win, and he was going to get the win. he didn't always get the win, but he won far more cases than he lost when looking at his record. everyone knew that if you were gonna go up against dominic jackson, you better bring your a-game. if you didn't, you were gonna get your ass handed to you every single time.
why he was put in a match against a local and relatively unknown guy was beyond him. it didn't really matter way to him. he would take on all comers at a moment's notice. the look on his opponent's face when the match started was nothing less than fear. his name along spoke for itself, and it was no secret how he went in and dominated......which was exactly what he did. the match 'ended' after about five minutes. he could've pinned the man right then and there, but that was never his style to begin with.
if he could make a statement, that's what he was gonna do. slams. piledrivers. headbutts. powerbombs. anything and everything he could think of. he made sure to strip him down for the full humiliation effect while he stayed fully decked out. there was nobody coming to save the guy, and his timer had run out. by the time the ref took the only mercy on the guy and ended the match in a KO, he was never gonna come back to the ring again.
dominic was proud of himself, though. another stellar performance from him.
He could tell that the man was giving him his all, and he was more than appreciative of it. The absolute last thing that he needed was a dead fish on top of him. He didn't mind taking the reins every now and again, but Alden was trying to proclaim himself to be some kind of top dog. From what he could see, he was living up to the reputation he was trying to craft for himself. You wouldn't find Sebastian complaining about it.
The man seemed to want him to blow his load and given that he was just in the ring, his body was already worked up from all the previous action. The fact that he was grabbing and stroking him definitely didn't hurt at all. He could feel everything working its way through him, and he let his head fall back when it all started to come to the surface. It had always been a measure of release and relaxation for him, so the waves good feeling were spreading all throughout him as his seed started flying.
His own dick swelled and grew at the thought of this. He was going to make this boy his whore and paint his stomach and chest with his cum. He felt his balls twitch as he fucked him harder and faster. "That's it. You're such a tight little bitch, Sebastian. I'm going to make you scream my name." His body was on fire, the feeling of Sebastian's tight hole and the desire to cum was overwhelming him. He was lost in a world of lust and desire, and he couldn't stop fucking Sebastian harder and harder.
"Oh yes, you love it. Don't you, Sebastian. You're such a little slut." Alden grinned, his face covered in sweat and his muscles rippling with the effort of fucking Sebastian's tight hole. His hand stroked the boy's cock, feeling his pre-cum and the wetness of his tip. He could feel his cum building, his muscles tightening, and the tightness of Sebastian's hole as he plunged his dick into him. He knew he was close, and he knew he was going to cum all over Sebastian's body.
His hands gripped the boy's ass, his dick throbbing in his hole as he looked at him. "But I won't be cumming unless you do it first," Alden announced his large hand trapping the boy's cock with his own, tight and firm hand. His hand moved with rapid force. Up and down and up and down, Alden stroked Sebastian's cock with the fervor of someone possessed. "Cum. I want to watch you explode. Give in. Let go. Give me your seed, Sebastian," Alden pulled up, so that he could stare at Sebastian's face, almost giving him a kiss with the close distance. "Come on, Sebastian. If you can't cum for me, then how can I give you mine?" The tone and words Alden was using were almost in danger of sounding like a threat. His mouth parted a little, his breath ragged and labored.
status effect + Confusion (Bart or Lorenzo? Or your choice)
status effect: confusion
bart knew that he wasn't the biggest guy on the roster. that wasn't the hardest thing to see in the world, and he wasn't the delusional type to try and make it otherwise. so he had to be more 'creative' in the way he went about things. he wasn't the type to go all out and cheat to win his matches, but when the rules were more lax, he was more than willing to take advantage of them.
he had a hardcore match coming up and though he wasn't exactly the best of friends with lorenzo, the man managed to convince him to use some of his 'special smoke' in his match. it wasn't against the rules, and the man sure did have a way with words. he knew how it worked because he was never afraid to use it. why not share the wealth here?
maybe he gave him one of his stronger doses because when bart used it, it damn near took his opponent out when he blew it in his face. it wasn't an immediate knockout, but he was clearly out on his feet. wobbling. teetering. tottering. he could barely keep his eyes open, and he looked as if you could knock him over if you sneezed on him.
it admittedly threw bart off for a moment, but the match was the match. it was a 'first blow' match. with the man so obviously disoriented, it was far too easy to tie him up in the ropes, expose what he had between his legs, and got to work. it didn't even take a full two minutes before seed was flying everywhere, and bart was declared the winner of the bout.
If Royal thought that Frankie was just gonna make this easy for him, then he really didn't know the man like he thought he did. If he was actually part of the roster and this was a real match, the idea of leniency or mercy wouldn't even enter his mind. It didn't matter if you were his friend or his foe. If you went up against him and he came out on top, he was always gonna make sure to leave his mark. Royal was lucky (or maybe not so much depending on the perspective) that he was just a fan.
He could whine and plead all he wanted to. It sounded cute for sure, but it wasn't gonna move the needle any. The man had a singular focus, and he had no plans of veering off the path. He was glad that he was so dedicated to getting him off, but he had a roadmap that was going to be followed. "You don't know? Well, that's not too good, is it? You must want to let go of your load too bad, huh?"
It wouldn't be fun if he just gave the other the answer. He wanted to see what his lust-fogged brain would come up. It would be a whole lot better to be taken down by your own idea as opposed to someone else's. "Eating your own load? That's definitely something." He said with a grin. "What I want is for you to leave this ring as humiliated as humanly possible."
Royal waited with pleading whines after delivering his request to cum. He meekly kissed his lips against the base of Frankie's cock, his hand still stroking over the head to keep the feel good sensations going on the older man's cock, too. Maybe if he was horny and close enough to his own orgasm, he'd be more willing to give Royal some attention.
The attention royal, received, however, was a little less than the breathless 'yes, let's cum together' he was secretly hoping for. Frankie grinned at him that torturer's grin he'd given him during the match, and there was suddenly a booted foot sliding up under his cock, gently tapping at the bottom of Royal's balls. Of course this sent little jolts through Royal's body. His face winced in little twisted, mouth tight motions each time Frankie bounced his nuts. Royal made little "hnh" sounds each time, too. Not full whines, but the beginnings of them.
Instead of letting him cum, Frankie made it a negotiation. What was he willing to do? "I uh...I don't know..." he answered honestly, never having been made to earn his orgasm before. He didn't know what Frankie was fishing for him to suggest. "...I'll...I'll eat my load?" he offered, holding a hand out in front of his cock like a little bowl, ready to cum into so he could slurp it up. "What would you want me to do?"
As long as the guy was willing to work and not cause him any headaches, he didn't mind helping him out. It was in his nature and part of his upbringing to help people. "Well, aside from all that.......other stuff, what kind of skills or talents do you bring to the table?"
"I know I look scrawny but I'm stronger than I look."
He blushed as he wrapped his arms around himself. Most demons were more muscular than him. But he had always been on the thinner side. Another sign that he was different from other demons.
"What would you have me do first?"
Status Effect + Berserk (Eric Perkins? Or your choice)
status effect: berserk
when it comes to eric, he was generally a fun-loving guy. he might not always be on the side of 'good' when it comes to his antics, but you always know that you're gonna be entertained one way or the other. he and lance were always known to 'put on a good show'. however, that didn't mean that he couldn't get serious when the time called for it.
this was one of those times. he and lance had their match and was making their way back to the locker room when they got jumped from behind. they were in the middle of a rivalry at the moment, but they were caught off-guard at the moment. by the end of it, lance had to be taken to the hospital. eric managed to come out better from it, so that only left one thing for him to do. he had to avenge his partner.
it happened at the next show. he ran down to the ring and interrupted his attacker, disqualifying him from the match and setting on his assault. he stripped him down and used the tatters of his ripped costume to tie his limbs together. the audience knew what happened, and they were more than ready to see what was gonna happen. this wasn't the side of eric they were used to seeing.
he himself was seeing red. he disrobed himself and made sure to start by shoving his shaft all the way down the other's throat to choke him out. this was just the start of what would be a long night for them. public humiliation was the perfect venue for this. by the end of it, he would be covered in cockmarks, seed, and his entrance would be beaten and battered to the point he wouldn't be able to sit down for at least two weeks.
Chase knew there were hierarchies and the like around places like this. He wasn't dumb enough to think that everyone was just on the same level all the time. However, he knew that they were all the same at the very core of everything. They were all human, so that helped to keep him centered and focused on his job. With this, Oscar might have the money and everything else, but he was still just another guy at the end of the day. The display between them right now was the perfect example to that.
"I could say the same about you, couldn't I?" You would think that he would be the one in control of everything, but that wasn't true at all. Chase had him wrapped around his finger and was enjoying all the fruits of their connection. The harder that Oscar went, the more he messed himself up and made it better for the young manager. The body worship was definitely a plus between them. "Every? You're gonna have to work harder for that and at least make me blow."
Even stripped of his clothing and control, being made to bounce on a man's cock Oscar knew he had the air of royalty to him. It wasn't just his looks or wealth, it was his an air about him of pure confidence and elegance. He knew he could have most guys he wanted, maybe there was a thrill knowing plenty of the managers and fighters in this place wanted him. But right now all he cared about was Chase and the feeling of that cock deep inside of him as he bounced again and again. Curls becoming messy, panting for air and head tilted back as his plump, thick ass on those powerful thighs.
"Mm, naughty manager. Trying to focus on your work yet all you could think about was having me?" He teased, his hands squeezing those pecs, those biceps and leaning in to hungrily suck on his pecs or kiss those biceps. Just worship Chase as he continued to bounce, a sweet sound of pleasure as he felt his bottom lip tugged by those teeth. His cock hard and throbbing against Chase's abs. "Mm, come on - tell me every dirty little confession you've had about me."
Where's Soldier Boy? You mean, ever since he told us he was supposed to kill his own son? He locked himself in the bathroom with a bottle of Old Granddad.
Jensen Ackles as SOLDIER BOY — 3.08: The Instant White-Hot Wild
status: open starter
Trace had always been watching from outside the club. He was a fan of wrestling, and he was always in the crowd cheering along. Now it was his time to shine. It was time for tryouts, and he was stretching to make sure that he was nice and warmed up. He didn't want to pull a muscle in front of the professionals. "You as excited as I am? They're real wrestlers. They could be the ones training us!"
vince was a trained athlete in the purest sense of the word. he didn't just train for wrestling. he trained overall for an overall body fitness. if he went too far in one direction, it would throw everything off balance. so he would never be the outright biggest or most muscular guy in the locker room. however, that never bothered him before. ryder was seeing the payoff of that training now as he was slammed into the ground.
he made sure to slam him down hard into the ground. he was more than ready to lay into him some more, but it seemed like the message came across loud and clear. they had a match down the line, so he was fine with ending this mini-scuffle right here. "make sure you think about this next time you try and pull that shit on someone else." he says before stomping down hard on the other's gut one last time and heading for the exit.
things weren’t looking too good for ryder as vincent managed to get fully to his feet, even with him pouring every ounce of strength into the chokehold. he knew something painful was coming next, but there was no escape now. his only option was to keep tightening his grip on the younger man's neck, hoping to slow him down.
but soon enough, his world flipped - literally - as vincent wrapped his arms around him and delivered a semi-suplex into the hard ground he’d been tackled onto just moments ago. this time, however, ryder hit with far more force. "shit…" it was the only word he could squeeze out, his face contorting slightly as pain shot through his body - pretty sure he’d either dislocated or broken a rib. "alright... enough." he breathed heavily, knowing when to quit before things got worse. "you've won."
He was listening to the other's story and seeing what all he could pull from it. He wasn't sure if this kid was completely off his rocker or if there was some kind of truth to what he was saying. The supernatural world was definitely something to be wary of, but he never was one to dabble with that kind of thing. "Well, I'm not in the business of 'killing' anyone or 'imprisoning' them. So you'll be fine as long as you can pull your own weight."
"It's not so much the lack of direction."
Sighing softly, Cain found himself rubbing at the back of his head.
"I'm not like others of my kind. I don't take pleasure in some of the things that they do. As such, Hell wasn't much of a home for me. Then I was summoned and imprisoned here. Forced to hurt people. It was horrible. As long as you don't ask me to hurt people...can you promise me that at least?"
There is a look of fear in Cain's dark eyes.
"Please don't make me hurt anyone. I can be a good worker and I'm not lazy. I just don't want to be a killer anymore."
There was no point in holding back now. The kid was already here. He'd been through the match and was naked in front of anyone and everyone to see. Trying to act like he was shy would only take away from everything that's happened to get them to where they were right now. Frankie wasn't about to let him do that. After all, trying to skimp out on him after he'd already gotten this invested? That wasn't a move you wanted to make.
He wondered how Royal was gonna try and one-up himself, but going after his taint was certainly the way to go about it. The man's eyes were already closed, but that didn't mean they couldn't be closed any tighter. He was loving every single second of this. Maybe he could set up some kind of challenge like this for every show. He worked more than hard enough to feel that it would be justified......plus it would probably bring a boost to the ratings or whatever.
He could stay like this forever. With the way he was getting treated, that was something he knew without a doubt. It wasn't until Royal spoke up that he was brought back to the ring again. "Hm? You wanna shoot your load?" He had a grin on his face as he moved his boot between his legs to start bouncing his berries. "What are you willing to do for it?"
Frankie was moaning, which sounded like Royal was doing all the right things. He swished the ball inside his mouth, coating it well with saliva. The sharp scent of Frankie's crotch was making Royal light headed and horny, since his nose was only inches away from the man's bush. All he could smell was that sweaty crotch-scent that was driving him insane.
So at the command to really get in there, Royal's horniest half took over, and he let the second ball slip from his mouth gently before he lowered his face even more and pressed himself up agaist that soft bundle of nerves just behind Frankie's balls. This, of course, meant that the wrestler's balls were planted firmly on Royal's face as he lapped with his tongue against the man's taint. Royal didn't seem to mind, however, as big sniffing sounds indicated that he was enjoying the musk coming off of the dirty, sweaty crotch area. Ever since Frankie had made him inhale his own crotch-stench, Royal's head had been spinning.
Between his legs, his own cock was fully hard despite getting no attention. The whole scenario of being watched, plus the head-warping smells and tastes of Frankie's body, was enough to keep his cock begging for release. And Royal indeed found himself begging. "Frankie," he said, voice a little muffled underneath Frankie's balls, "I need to cum. I need to cum real bad." There was a weak whine as he sucked and licked on Frankie's taint a little more before lifting his face back up near Frankie's cock with that pleading puppy look in his eyes.
