Femboy Wrestling Tournament Part 2

Got on a real whim to finish this one today. Second half of the femboy tournament where a few young men with girly dispositions are roped into having a bedroom wrestling tournament for some webcam fans.

I always hesitate to write anything full on gay stories. Weirdly, I don’t even the gay part that loses my interest. I realize more and more that I’m just not interested in dicks, or masculinity beyond a really buff lady. Even the futa/herm/trans trend never grabbed me as interesting. Often heard to say “I’ve got one dick in my life and that’s almost too many.”

Femboys, chubs or smaller guys with big women can be fun since they toe the line and tend to not be especially hung. Characters who end up with colossal dongs I don’t even register as interesting unless that’s the idea; it’s just comically, uselessly large. The idea of a big dick shaming, small dick loving femdom has crossed my mind recently. But someone brought up a story idea recently of “What if femboy wrestling a girl? Then what if the girl has a dick? Then what if the femboy’s super hung?” and I realized I was rapidly losing interest for every inch that the story was including.

Mind you, the Pizza Thot work’s been fun. They’re all cartoony and quirky enough that I’m not even writing them out of something I find hot so much as I like writing the characters having a good time. But that’s not for tonight! Tonight it's a girly rich brat, cowboy, chub boi and emo teen catfighting and wrestling it out!

Once everyone seemed as ready as they were going to get, Jake turned the webcam back on. The femboy wrestling tournament was back in business and the chat was still buzzing from the intermission. While the losers from the first round were cleaning up, resting, or complaining in the chat, the other boys were ready. Kaylie the rich bratty boi would be up against Alex the scrawny, edgy emo first, and Jess the seductive country cowboy would be facing the busty heavyweight Ian.

The ring had been tidied up during the break. Jake had adjusted the prop ring ropes around his parents’ bed to make sure they were sturdy and swapped out the sheets to remove the cum and sweat stains.

Kaylie strutted out, shaking his hips for the audience. The blonde boy’s glitter-specked one piece had been torn up in his last match, so he had managed to trim it down to just a tight pair of briefs instead. He still wore his short wrestling boots and some gold bracelets to flaunt his style and wealth as he slid into the ring. His dirty tricks had gotten him this far and the audience was eager to see if he could keep it up.

Alex had his black hoodie on over a pair of dark red briefs and knee-high striped socks. The pale and girly goth had been popular despite his moody attitude, walking in a brisk and all business pace to the ring. His scruffy red hair stuck out past his hood as he turned to the camera at ringside and flipped off the camera. His aggressive and rough style was earning him good odds, according to the chat.

His momentary middle finger was enough for Kaylie to pounce from behind. The rich bitch grabbed hold of his hoodie and dragged him against the bed/ring apron, getting the goth to gag as it was pulled into his neck. Kayle threw the hood aside and grabbed onto his hair, pulling it into the bed and ropes as Alex let out a shrill and angry scream.

“You fuckin’ bitch!” he shouted as he thrashed in his trip. He grabbed Kyle by the arms and dug his black-painted nails into his wrists, finally managing to pull himself loose. Kaylie let him go just to send a stomp to his head, making him grunt and go to his knees by the bed.

“Stay down, you emo little pussy,” Kaylie warned as he had his foe down before he’d even entered the ring. Jake just remembered to hit the bell as Alex nursed his spinning head. Kaylie slid out under the ropes when it wasn’t fast enough for his liking, grabbing and wedgying the dark briefs up Alex’s juicy ass and using it as a handle to help throw him into the ring. Kaylie blew a kiss to the camera, flaunting his foul play before rolling back into the ring.

Kaylie had just started to drag Alex to his feet by the hair when the vengeful femboy slammed him with a punch between the legs. The blonde gasped sharply and clutched his package, his plump balls an easy target in his tight spandex bottoms.

“You fucked up now, princess,” Alex growled as he stood back up and grabbed Kyle in a headlock while he was doubled over. He squeezed tightly around his neck before kicking the spoiled wrestler’s legs out from under him, leaning back to spike his face into the bed. Kyle grunted from the landing and bounced a few times as their bodies settled back down, but Alex was quick to mount his back. His pale hips pressed into his foe to pin him down while he pulled up on his hair, clearly getting payback for earlier as the rich brat screamed a shrill tantrum. His legs and fists beat on the bed to vent from the vicious hairpull.

“Shut up, bitch!” Alex hissed as he shoved Kaylie’s face back into the bed. The blonde whined as the goth ignored his misery and pain, turning his attention behind him. He pulled on one leg hole of Kyle’s briefs, just enough to expose his smooth balls to the audience. They didn’t see them for long before Alex’s hand wrapped around them and squeezed until the orbs slid out between his fingers.

“AHHH~! You bitch! You little psycho!” Kaylie wailed, thrashing and bouncing on the bed to try and escape. He managed to buck Alex off after a couple seconds, but the damage was clearly done as he crawled off into a corner. The blonde brat’s eyes were wide in shock as he cradled his nuts, gingerly tucking them back into his spandex.

Alex smirked and stood back up, flipping him a double finger. “Life is pain, cunt. Get used to it,” he taunted.

Kaylie took his time getting back up, milking his injury for more time to recover. Alex clearly got impatient and went after him, nailing him with a kick to the stomach. The blonde brat huffed and leaned against the ropes, but when Alex went for a second one he dodged to one side. Alex’s bare foot went between the ropes and Kaylie quickly capitalized, grabbing him by the outstretched leg and pulling hard.

Alex gave a shrill grunt as his cock and balls connected with the firm elastic of the ropes. He cupped his crotch and tried to pull back, but Kyle leaned into his grip and wrenched his leg around the ropes. Alex squealed frantically as not only was his leg aching, but his junk was being rapidly bounced against the chord.

By the time Kaylie let go, Alex’s eyeliner was running down his cheeks with a few stray tears. The bitchy blonde decided to rub it in (literally) and sat on Alex’s face, grinding his ass into the gothic fighter.

“What you get when you mess with the best,” he mocked as he bounced his ass roughly in his rival’s face. He mashed it down to smother over Alex’s face, getting black smudges on his white while the emo femboy slapped at his cheeks.

Kaylie finally sat back up, flexing his slim arms proudly before starting to climb the nearby turnbuckle. Alex was down and reeling, but Kaylie wasn’t the quickest or most athletic in the tournament by far. He was only most of the way up when Alex dragged himself up to his knees and grabbed Kaylie by his briefs. His arms flailed as he barely managed to stay on the ropes, but Alex pulled hard enough to rip his briefs down around his knees. Kaylie wailed and nearly fell off, managing to sit on the top ropes and balance there before he could drop.

Alex was glad to keep him there as he rose up and caught his cock between his dark-painted lips, just to bite down on his stiff little erection. Kaylie shrieked and kicked his feet wildly as he tried to pull himself free from the painful blowjob. As miserable as he was with it, it did leave Alex stuck in one place. It made him an easy target as Kaylie rolled one of his bracelets over his fists and pulled on the goth boy’s hair, pounding him with a few of the weighted punches. His mouth hung open as he was bashed silly, just for Kaylie to jump off the ropes at last and slam to the mats. He landed with his balls teabagging into Alex’s face as he tried to plant his knees on his arms for the pin.

“1! 2!”

The goth bucked weakly to one side, barely keeping himself in the fight. Kayle fumed at his daring to escape his sexy pin, so he grabbed the punky trap by the hair and shoved his face into the bed. He dragged his head back and forth, grinding him into the sheets as Alex kicked frantically from the pain.

Hearing his legs go wild, Kaylie smirked and turned himself around with a little shake of his hips towards the camera. He bent Alex’s legs back into a boston crab, pulling at his briefs as he did. It exposed the pale boy’s stiff small cock, and the rich blonde angled himself to ensure the camera got a good look at it amids the humiliating hold. The bitchy boy even released one leg to take Alex’s cockhead and pinch it between his painted nails until he wailed in pain.

Kaylie was certainly a dirty fighter but far from the strongest. Letting up on his grip was all Alex needed to pull back down with his legs, flipping the bratty boi to the bed. He landed on all fours, surprised and trying to right himself when Alex lunged at him. He was stinging and sore but that just made him angrier and more vicious as he caught Kayle by the hair. He dragged him to the nearest corner as fast as he could and spiked his face into the turnbuckle with a few hard slams, leaving the rich bitch’s head spinning.

Alex felt no mercy or remorse as he shoved Kaylie’s head through the ropes, leaving him facing the camera as the goth femboy sat on the ack of his neck. He pulled up on Kaylie’s arms to leave him helpless to do anything but be choked over the ropes, his pretty face gagging and turning red for the camera. Alex snapped the occasional kicking heel to his ass, making him jiggle against the ropes as he kept breaking down the brat in every way he could. His eyes were watering and makeup running as he finally felt himself getting lightheaded. The spoiled femboy tapped out against Alex’s arm, getting their host to trigger the bell.

Alex huffed and stood back up, giving Kyle a dismissive kick to knock him to the bed. He caught his breath and flex triumphantly for the camera, just for Alex to rub his neck and run at him from behind. He grabbed Alex’s hair and pulled back bitterly.

“You cheating bitch! I won’t let you beat me!” he raged, but Alex drove his heel up backward to tag him in the nuts. Kaylie howled out and collapsed before he could do any real damage. Alex spared him another kick in the balls for his troubles before sliding out of the ring, rubbing at his dyed hair.

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The watching fans were eager to see how the next fight went. Ian had been a surprising fan favorite as the chubby black femboy squashed his competition. He was back in his bikini with his dark ponytail bobbing along with the rest of his jiggling figure. He shook his hips and plump boy boobs for the camera, smiling shyly on his way to the ring.

Jess was their country boy, alluring in his jean short shorts and skimpy flannel shirt tied into a knot beneath his modest chest. The lightly freckled and lean cowgirl boy had taken down their most muscular competitor in the first round, so he clearly knew how to handle a bigger opponent. His blonde braid bobbed behind his short, scruffy hair as he stopped in his corner, shedding his cowgirl hat and short prop lasso before sliding into the ring.

Jess and Ian squared off, circling each other carefully before they went rushing in. Ian grabbed at Jess for a bearhug but the smaller blonde slipped around his heavy opponent. He jumped into Ian’s back, dropping the fat femboy to his knees as he went for an early sleeperhold.

“Nap time, ya big teddy bear,” Jess taunted, slapping one hand at Ian’s plump chest. The darker boy grunted and pulled at his arm before catching one of the cowboy’s forearms. He bucked forward and shoulder-tossed him to the mats, not ready to give up the match that easily.

Ian threw his impressive weight at the lightly tanned femboy, dropping a heavy elbow onto his chest while he was still getting his bearings. Jess huffed and clutched his slender chest beneath his tied top, allowing Ian to smack a few more heavy blows into his taut stomach. Jess gagged and writhed from the aggressive pinkbelly before Ian rose to his knees again. He gave a short hop and belly flopped right over Jess’ face, landing with an audible slap as his soft brown gut landed over the cowboi’s pretty face.

All the exertion had Ian catching his breath, but his sweaty stomach was left squashing over Jess’ face. He cupped his belly and jiggled it in place, slapping the soft but heavy chub into his opponent’s face to keep smothering him out. Jess squirmed and kicked helplessly at first, pawing at his rival’s belly to spare himself cracks to breathe here and there. It smelled like sweaty femboy, but air was air.

From there his hands shot up and pulled down Ian’s bikini top, grabbing and twisting on the nips and areolas peeking out. The heavyweight crossdresser squealed and shrieked, jumping back and trying to pull himself free. Jess held on tighter than he had hopes, stretching and pulling his nipples as he rolled back to his knees. Ian was trying to pry his hands away when Jess threw out a double kick to his stomach, letting it jiggle as the darker femboy huffed and grabbed onto the new sore spot.

“That’s a hell of a lot of beef on you, cowpoke,” Jess teased in his accented and flirty voice. “But nothin’ I can’t wrangle.”

Ian tried to mount another clumsy offensive but Jess was too quick. He caught the heavier boy’s arms and shoved a knee into his small package, stunning Ian with the shot to his meager nuts. The fight quickly went out of the bikini boy as Jess caught him by the neck and dropped him backward in his closest approximation to a DDT. Ian flopped to the bed/mats either way, letting Jess roll over and get on his back.

The blonde boi pulled on Ian’s ponytail, keeping him hurt and distracted while using it as leverage. He slid his slender legs between Ian’s thicker ones, tangling up between them before bending precisely backward. Ian let out a startled cry as he found himself twisted into  a figure four leg lock, the country femboy clearly knowing his actual wrestling.

“Ahhh~! Let go!” Ian whined out as he pawed at the bed. He reached for the ropes desperately as Jess just grinned wider.

“Oh you don’t like it? Well you’re really gonna hate this,” Jess teased. He shifted closer into the hold, grinding his package up against Ian’s. The already moaning femboy gasped as Jess ground their erections together.

“Looks like there’s ONE place you’re not big, sugar,” Jess giggled, rubbing his harder junk against the jiggling femboy. Ian started to moan more weakly as he began humping back. The seductive cowboy seemed to have him right where he wanted when Ian gasped loudly, giving an especially hard thrust that knocked Jess over backward. He lost his grip on the submission hold, left with nothing but his own erection throbbing inside his shorts.

Ian’s head cleared quickly and he hurried to his feet. Jess lunged at him, trying to drag him down as he threw his arms around his chunky hips. His grip failed him as it only caught Ian by his bikini bottoms, dragging them down around his thick ass. Ian just shook his hips, butt-bumping Jess away to tumble back into the corner. The nearly naked femboy thought quickly and went rushing after him, turning around at the last minute to slam his big brown booty into the cowboy’s face. Jess grunted loudly and flopped as Ian leaned into the stinkface, bending over and grinding his chubby ass cheeks into him foe while reaching down and tugging down his shorts.

“How you like THAT?” Ian teased, slapping lightly at Ian’s stiff erection. He backed away at last, leaving Jess looking winded and gasping for air. Seeing how well his smothers were working on the slick cowboi, Ian grabbed him by the hair and tossed him out onto the mats. He went to finish things off as he leaned into the ropes and came bouncing back, jumping up and dropping his wide, naked ass on Jess’ back. The cowboy wailed and flopped as Ian sat on his belly, going for a 3-count that only made it to two. Jess bucked up a shoulder and leaned to one side, coughing for air.

Ian went for another approach, nudging Jess onto his stomach. He sat on the blonde femboy’s back and caught his hands under his chin before leaning back. The simple but affective submission hold bent Jess’ back and neck backward while Ian sat on him to keep him trapped. Jess slapped and pried at Ian’s fingers, but the fat femboy leaned forward into the hold. Ian freed up a hand to toss away his bikini top, freeing up his moobs and dropping them into Jess’ face. The combination submission and tit smother clearly did a number on the cowboy as he squealed in miserable shame.

The match looked settled for a moment before Jess’ mouth popped open. He took one of Ian’s hard nipples into his mouth, sucking noisily on it while dragging his tongue and teeth over the tip. Ian moaned and whined at the bittersweet attention, at least before he shrieked out when Jess sunk his teeth into his areola. Ian backed away quickly, rubbing his tender chest as Jess broke free.

“I was half expecting milk to come out of tits like that!” Jess taunted as he went darting away from Ian. It wasn’t just to escape, as he leaned into the ropes and slingshotted himself back. He went into a short leap to slam a knee into Ian’s head, rattling the dark-skinned femboy and knocking him to the mats. Jess touched down a bit breathless but grinning at his last second comeback.

Knowing he couldn’t take much more and that Ian was seeing stars, Jess went back to his corner. He reached outside the ring to get his short lasso, blowing the camera a quick kiss despite his dirty deed. He went back to the stunned femboy and looped it quickly around his ankles, trapping the already sluggish Ian where he laid.

“You won’t be the first big bull I had to tie down,” Jess commented. “But you sure are the cutest.”

He pressed in against Ian’s back, resting his cock between the meaty ass cheeks as he pulled an arm behind his back. Jess planted a firm kiss on the rival femboy’s mouth as he started to bind his wrists, just to Ian to suddenly shove back! Jess lost his grip just long enough for Ian to roll to his side. Even with his legs trapped, he grabbed the blonde boy around the middle and lifted him up in a bearhug. Ian bodyslammed him back to the mats, rattling him long enough to adjust his grip. With a labored grunt, Ian lifted him up again. This time he was across Ian’s shoulders, bent into a torture rack as Ian pulled down on his neck with one hand and his balls in the other.

“AHHH~! Stop! You dirty bully bitch!” Jess whined but he couldn’t put up enough resistance to escape. Ian grunted and slammed his weight down on the bed, bouncing in place a few times to really put the hurt on the trapped Jessie. It made Ian’s gut and moobs jiggle, as well as his erection slapping against his own stomach. Ian finally dropped to one side, spiking Jess down face-first into the mattress. The blonde cowboy gave one last, noisy grunt as he landed with his legs nearly spread eagle in a ragdolling positon.

Panting and sweating, Ian climbed on top of him and rested his dick and belly in Jess’ face. He ground lustily in place, rubbing his dick against the freckled cowboy’s face as the pin was counted.

“1! 2!”

Ian gasped as his small dick twitched, squirting his cum over the dazed Jess’ face at the peak of the dramatic countdown.

“3!”

The bell sounded as Ian was declared the winner. It was one match left as he fell back to catch his breath and prepare for the final showdown with the gothy Alex.

With most of the boys resting from their exhaustion, injuries and orgasms, there was just the two wrestlers left in Jake’s local femboy tournament. They were given a bit to rest but the femboy championship match was put together quickly, both boys still a bit sore and tired from their last matches. Alex and Ian rested as best they could in their corners, eying each other warily. They had both abandoned their tops to cool down, just left in their briefs for the last fight.

When the bell finally rang, Ian started coming out cautiously. Sensing an opening, Alex went rushing in to capitalize as he leapt right at the bigger opponent. He let loose his angsty rage as he pulled at Ian’s hair, throwing him off balance to fall over backward. Alex yanked viciously at his hair, keeping his disoriented as he shook his head around before Ian shoved back at him. The two femboys went catballing for a few feet before Ian’s bulk ended up on top. He slapped Alex a few times for payback before trying to flop down on top of him for a tit smother, but the goth raised and jabbed his elbow into his chest.

As Ian grunted and recoiled, Alex’s hand shot down beneath his soft belly. It wove into his bikini bottoms and squeezed his cock roughly, digging in with his black-painted nails. Ian squealed and stumbled away as he tried to get to his feet without causing any further pain to his hard little cock.

“You’re mine now, you big titted bitch,” Alex hissed through gritted teeth. Ian tried to crawl away but the goth just pulled his dick back between his legs. He spanked the big brown booty in front of him before yanking down his bottoms, making it even easier to get at his target.

While Alex was untangling himself from the discarded bikini, Ian shot a heavy leg back in a mule kick to the chest. Alex grunted and landed on his ass but hurried back to his feet. Ian did the same, though one hand was still down nursing his sac. As the goth came rushing at him again to keep his advantage, the sturdy chubby femboy caught him by the shoulder and stepped aside, launching Alex into the ropes behind them. The goth was sent bouncing back at the bigger boy as Ian slammed him with a thick-armed clothesline, smashing him flat on his back.

Alex groaned as Ian kept running, hitting the ropes with his staggering momentum. He came barging back as Alex saw his thicc shadow fall over him, gasping and rolling away out of instinct. The firm mattress wasn’t the worst thing Ian could land on instead of his face, but it still sent a quick shock up his spine as his big butt missed its target.

Ian rubbed his aching ass as Alex got to his feet, turning on one heel and throwing a kick into the blubbery boi’s chest. Alex grunted as he took a snapping kick to his tits, his whole body jiggling as Alex threw a few more for good measure. Ian was reeling from the hits when the goth grabbed him by the hair and dragged him back to his feet. Ian winced and cradled his wobbling boy boobs as Alex shoved him into the ropes, his heavy arm resting over the rope one.

The reckless goth hopped over the ropes, sitting on the top one for a moment before wrapping his legs around Ian’s neck. He leaned backward, putting almost his full weight on the chubby femboy’s neck for a suspended head scissors. His bulging briefs pressed into the back of Ian’s head as he gagged and thrashed, wobbling naked and on full display for the camera as struggled to escape.

Ian realized he wasn’t getting out of the hold so he had to make the most of it. He twisted at Alex’s toes, getting him to give some angry shouts of pain. He shook himself to ensure he had some space to move before Ian snapped his head backward, nailing Alex in the balls with the reverse headbutt. The pale femboy let out a shrill cry of rage and pain as Ian pulled himself free from the choke. He still held Alex’s legs as he shoved them off the ropes, letting him tumble right out of the bed/ring. He hit the much harder floor with a thud, the scrawny and weary femboy left like a ragdoll on the carpet.

Ian backed away, catching his breath for a bit before realizing Alex wasn’t coming after him for once. He stumbled back towards his opponent and seeing him still struggling to get to his hands and knees, Ian reached under the ropes to grab him by his dark red locks. Alex gave a short cry as Ian roughly dragged him back into the ring, wrapping his beefy arms around him in a big bearhug. The listless Alex squealed out, kicking his feet as he was lifted off the mats. The fat, naked femboy squeezed him tight, crushing him against his plump body and shaking him like an overly affectionate stuffed animal.

The fatigue of all his matches through the night had Alex wailing and thrashing weakly in Ian’s grip. He shoved and slapped at the thick boy’s chubby body, getting him to jiggle and not much else. Alex grit his teeth as the pressure was put on his lower back, unable to get his legs past Ian’s chubby thighs and belly to even try for a low blow. Ian just bounced and squeezed him grinding their bodies and erections together as he tried to outlast the stubborn goth.

“C’mon… give up before I pop you,” Ian grunted. He was expecting to have to knock the persistent femboy out to win at this rate, but Alex finally planted his hands on Ian’s chubby arms and banged his head forward. His skull thumped against Ian’s chest, getting his moobs to jiggle as he grunted. Ian tumbled back a step but with his hands full, Alex was free to bash against his tormented mantits all he wanted. Ian was struggling to hold on and keep his balance when Alex grabbed his ponytail and tilted his head to catch him with another headbutt to the face.

Ian let out a girlish squeal as the black femboy stumbled away, holding his pouty lips as Alex reeled himself. The headbutts hadn’t been entirely ineffective on himself, but at least he was free from his strong grip and they were on roughly even footing.

Ian came back at Alex, going for a grab around his head to go for a tit smother. Alex ducked under it but wasn’t quick enough to dodge him completely. His face was mashed into the chubby boy’s stomach as he swung a low blow between his legs, nailing his bare, smooth balls with a meaty slap. Ian wailed and dropped to his knees to go level with the redheaded goth.

“You’re mine now, you big titted bitch,” Alex grunted daintily as he grabbed Ian by his tenderized chest. He stood up while bending Ian over, forcing the chubby femboy’s big ass and hanging balls to aim at the camera. Ian slapped and tugged at Alex’s briefs, tugging them down to expose his hardon but it didn’t deter him from his mission. He kept his grip on the heavier wrestler’s chest, digging fingers into his moobs as handles as he lifted up with a grunt. The scrawny, pale goth barely got him off the ground, but doing it at all was an impressive sight given their size difference. He lifted Ian a bit off the mats before spiking him back down, dropping his junk on the back of the fat femboy’s head as he dropped his face and chest into the mattress in an implant buster. The jiggly boy flopped as his big ass stuck up helplessly in the air, face down and ass up as the weary Alex shoved him over.

Flat on his back, the pale boy flopped over backward to lean on Ian and forced his hefty leg up for a pin. “One! Tw-”

Ian flopped weakly, barely escaping the pin. The chat was going wild as Alex gave him a frustrated punch in the groin, getting Ian to curl up in a fetal position and moan in agony. His chunky legs kicked in pain as Alex stormed off to a corner, dragging the heavier boy with him.

Ian crawled on all fours, minus one hand spared to cradle his aching sack. Alex drew him back to bash his head into the ringpost when Ian shoved him hard, smashing his skinny chest and chin into the post instead. Alex grunted as he thumped against it and Ian charged after him, letting out a girlish battle cry as he splashed into Ian’s back. It not only flattened him against the post under his weight but rammed his hardon up the pale emo trap’s ass. Alex grunted loudly, as expected, slumping over the ropes as Ian pumped into him from behind. It kept the wind knocked out of him while also fucking his ass, grinding the pale femboy’s shaft against the ringpost. It wasn’t especially hard, as random props for the faux-wrestling match, but that just made it feel softer and better. Alex didn’t last long before he let out a shrill whine, shuddering as he came over his stomach and the ringpost. Ian backed off just enough to pull out and let the audience see the submissive cum stain left behind before taking Alex by the hair.

He started to lift the emo femboy when Alex grabbed him by the hair. He dropped down to slam Ian’s chin into his shoulder, a quick stunner-like move to make him clutch his jaw.

“You fat slut! How fuckin’ dare you! You don’t know what real pain is!” he ranted breathlessly. Ian was stumbling on his knees when Alex grabbed his hair, spiking a knee into his face to stun the big soft femboy. Ian reeled in a daze as Alex stepped aside and bashed his face into the turnbuckle, right where his jizz had marked the padding. Ian bounced off with a smear of it on his face, splayed out on the mats with his round belly and lingering hardon aiming straight up as he moaned in a daze.

Alex scaled the ropes above him, steadying himself on the top rope. He wiped some sweat and eyeliner from his face as he lined up his shot carefully, knowing it was all or nothing with this move. He finally leapt back down at Ian, slamming his knee down on the fat femboy’s balls. The chubby boy huffed and bucked his hips, spraying a sudden burst of precum over his belly and boy boobs as his eyes went wide and vacant.

Alex grunted as he forcefully folded up Ian’s legs, bending them up into a matchbox pin. He sat on the back of the heavier wrestler’s thighs, letting his own weight do the work while he rested his limping cock and balls on the black boi’s asshole. He gripped and pumped Ian’s twitching, leaking dick as he went for one last pin.

“1! 2! 3!”

Like a sense memory from earlier, Ian shot his load over his own face and chest. He shuddered and moaned in his barely conscious state as the bell rang and Alex fell off him, flopping exhausted onto the mats. He raised his fist in triumph before two delicately black-painted fingernails extended to throw up the horns. He gave Ian a seemingly consoling pat on the belly before helping himself to a quick grope of his soft figure and leaking cock while the heavyweight was powerless. Alex finally rolled out of the ring where he was passed a plastic championship belt, only it was customized to look pink and gold. The front showed a slender, feminine figure with a smaller chest and bulge around the hips to indicate it as a femboy.

With that, Jake cut the feed. The chat was still buzzing about potential matchups, rematches and favorites among the girly fighters. Jake had cum enough himself from watching that he was already scheming on how he could convince the local femboys to agree to another night of dirty competition.