Chapter 2: Making the Champ cum in round 1
The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of oil and sweat mingling with the faintest hint of ozone, a testament to the electrical charge that sparked through the crowd. The coliseum was a symphony of grunts, groans, and the slick, wet sounds of bodies slapping together. The wrestlers, slick with oil, shone under the harsh glare of the spotlights, their muscles flexing and bulging like living sculptures.
Jake stood at the edge of the ring, his eyes scanning the crowd with a mixture of pride and disdain.
He could see the raw, primal lust in their eyes, the way they touched and groped each other, their bodies a writhing mass of flesh and desire. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and oil, the heavy musk of arousal clinging to everything like a second skin.
He turned his attention back to the ring, his eyes narrowing as he watched Cody and Colton. The two men were still locked in their struggle, their bodies slick with sweat and oil, their muscles glistening under the harsh lights. Cody was straddling Colton, his hands roaming over Colton's body, exploring every inch of slick, oiled flesh.
Colton's chest heaved beneath him, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Cody's fingers traced the lines of his muscles.
"Fuck, you're built like a fucking truck," Cody murmured, his voice a low growl. He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to lick at Colton's nipple, already hard and sensitive from the MIDAS. Colton groaned, his back arching off the floor as Cody's tongue swirled around the sensitive peak.
"Shit, that feels good," Colton gasped, his hands fisting in Cody's hair, holding him in place.
Cody chuckled, a low, wicked sound that vibrated against Colton's skin.
"You like that, huh? You like getting your nipples played with like a little bitch?" Cody taunted, his teeth scraping against Colton's sensitive flesh. Colton bucked beneath him, a growl rumbling in his chest.
"Fuck you," he spat, but his body betrayed him, arching into Cody's touch, begging for more. Cody just laughed, a cruel, lustful sound that sent a shiver down Colton's spine.
He moved to the other nipple, licking and biting and sucking until Colton was a writhing, groaning mess beneath him. Cody could feel Colton's cock pressing against his own, the heat and the desperate need radiating off Colton's body.
"You're pathetic," Cody sneered, his voice low and taunting. "Look at you, all worked up because I'm sucking on your tits like a fucking baby." He lifted his head, his eyes locking onto Colton's. "But you know what? I think you like it.
I think you fuckin' love it," Cody growled, his voice laced with a satisfaction that made Colton burn with humiliation and desire. He shifted his hips, his cock grinding against Colton's, and Colton gasped, a desperate sound that sent a surge of power through Cody. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Colton's ear, and whispered, "Tell me, farm boy. Tell me how much you want my cock inside you."
Colton's breath hitched, his body tensing beneath Cody, but his cock was still hard, still leaking pre-cum onto his briefs.
Buddy, unable to bear the tension any longer, came up behind Jake, his hands gripping the older man's massive pecs before moving down to his nipples. He tugged them roughly, making Jake grunt and snap his head around, a surprised and aroused look on his face.
"What the fuck, Buddy?" Jake growled, but there was no real anger in his voice. Only arousal, and a hint of challenge.
Buddy smirked, his voice low and seductive. "Just getting you warmed up, old man. Can't have you missing out on the action."
Jake's eyes narrowed, but then he chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed through the coliseum. "Alright, you old perv.
I see you're not above a little nipple play yourself," Buddy chuckled, pinching Jake's nipples again, making him grunt and squirm in surprise. Jake's eyes widened, and he looked down at Buddy's hands, a mix of shock and arousal flushing his cheeks. "Thought you said you were retired, old man.
Look at you, all worked up over a little nipple play," Buddy taunted, his voice low and husky. He spat on one of Jake's nipples, the saliva dripping off the sensitive peak and making Jake grunt in surprise. "Fuck, Buddy, what the hell?" Jake growled, his body tensing beneath Buddy's touch. He looked down at his chest, seeing the glistening saliva on his skin, and a mix of anger and arousal flashed across his face. "You fucking spit on me, you sick bastard?" Jake demanded, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the coliseum.
The crowd erupted in catcalls and jeers, their eyes riveted on the unexpected spectacle unfolding before them.
Suddenly, Buddy's hands, slick with oil and saliva, gripped the thick, hard nubs of Jake's nipples with a cruel, deliberate pinch. Jake's breath hitched, his body tensing beneath the sudden onslaught of pain mixed with pleasure. His eyes widened, a mix of shock and arousal flashing across his face as Buddy's fingers tightened, the pinch hard and unyielding.
Cody, observing the scene with a mixture of amusement and arousal, chuckled as he leaned down to whisper in Colton's ear, "You see that, farm boy? Even the old man likes a little nipple play. Maybe you're not so pathetic after all."
Colton's body tensed beneath him, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watched Jake's reaction.
Buddy, with a wicked grin, turned his attention to Jake, his eyes locked onto the older man's massive chest. He leaned in, his lips parting as if to speak, but instead, he spat a thick wad of saliva onto Jake's left nipple. Jake groaned, a deep, guttural sound that echoed through the coliseum, unexpected and raw. His body tensed, the muscles in his chest and shoulders flexing as he reacted to the sudden, intimate contact.
"Fuck, Buddy," Jake growled, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down Colton's spine. He could see the shock and arousal in Jake's eyes, the way his body responded to the touch, and it only served to heighten his own arousal.
But Buddy wasn't done yet. With a wicked grin that promised more, he leaned down and took Jake's left nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, and Jake moaned, a deep, guttural sound that echoed through the coliseum. The crowd went wild, their cheers and catcalls a deafening roar that filled the arena. Cody looked up, his eyes locked onto the unexpected spectacle, his own body burning with a mix of surprise and arousal. Jake's hands fisted in Buddy's hair, holding him in place as the older man suckled at his nipple, his tongue and lips working in unison to drive Jake wild. Jake's breath came in ragged gasps, his body arching off the ground as Buddy's suckling sent shockwaves of pleasure through him.
His nipples, already sensitive from the MIDAS, turned rock hard, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. He could feel every nerve ending screaming, every touch sending a jolt straight to his cock. It was a torment he'd never experienced before, and he loved it.
Cody, his eyes still locked onto the scene before him, felt his own body reacting. His cock throbbed in his briefs, desperate for release. He looked down at Colton, seeing the desperate need in his eyes, the way his body squirmed beneath him, hungry for more. Cody's grin widened, a wicked, lustful smile that promised everything and more.
He shifted his hips, his cock sliding against Colton's, the friction sending electric shocks through his body. As he moved, a thick stream of pre-cum leaked from the tip of his cock, dripping onto Colton's sweat-slicked stomach. Colton gasped at the sudden, intimate contact, his body tensing beneath Cody, his eyes locked onto the throbbing, leaking cock above him. He could feel the heat, the wetness, the raw, primal need radiating off Cody's body, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He knew he should push Cody away, should tell him to stop, but his body betrayed him, his hips bucking up to meet Cody's, desperate for more. Cody chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent another shiver down Colton's spine.
"Looks like you can't get enough of my cock, farm boy." His hand moved to Colton's, guiding it to his massive, throbbing erection, still trapped in his briefs. Colton's fingers brushed against the wet, sticky fabric, feeling the heat and the hardness beneath. He looked up at Cody, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and desire.
Colton's body tensed, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he stroked Cody through the fabric. He could feel the heat, the wetness, the raw, primal need radiating off Cody's body, and it sent a jolt of arousal straight to his own cock. He knew he should stop, should pull his hand away, but his body betrayed him, his fingers moving of their own accord, stroking and squeezing the massive cock beneath the thin fabric.
Cody groaned, a deep, primal sound that sent a surge of power through Colton. He could feel the cock in his hand throbbing, leaking, a steady stream of pre-cum soaking through the briefs and onto his fingers.
"Fuck, farm boy, that feels good," Cody growled, his eyes locked onto Colton's. He could see the surprise and arousal in Colton's eyes, the way his body responded to the touch, and it only served to heighten his own desire. He shifted his hips, grinding his cock against Colton's hand, the friction sending electric shocks through his body.
The crowd around them roared, their voices a deafening cacophony of lust and excitement. The scent of sweat and oil and desire filled the air, a thick, heavy perfume that permeated every inch of the coliseum.