[roleplaygirl84]

Jonny "XXX" Walker stood in front of the dingy office building, the neon sign flickering above the entrance. It wasn’t exactly the glamorous venues he’d wrestled in during his prime, but money was tight, and he knew he couldn’t be too picky. The ad he’d found online had been clear: "Strong, experienced male wrestler needed for fetish wrestling films. Must dominate young, busty opponents." It was a strange request, but Jonny had been in the game long enough to know that this type of work paid.
He pushed the door open and stepped inside, greeted by the smell of cheap air freshener and the sight of a young secretary who barely glanced up at him from behind her desk.
"Jonny Walker," he grunted. "Here for the interview."
The secretary finally looked up, her eyes widening slightly at the size of the man standing in front of her. Jonny knew he cut an imposing figure—300 pounds of muscle and beer belly, his broad chest still bulging beneath the tight t-shirt he wore. His grizzled beard and shaggy hair added to the look of a man who’d seen and done it all.
"Mr. Walker, right. Have a seat; they’ll call you in soon," she said, her eyes flicking nervously over him before she returned to her computer screen.
Jonny sat, the chair creaking under his weight as he settled in. He glanced around the waiting room, spotting a couple of posters on the walls featuring busty women in lingerie, clearly promotional material for the kind of films this place made. He wasn't exactly a stranger to this world, but it was still a step down from the arenas he used to fight in.
After a few minutes, a tall, slender man in a cheap suit emerged from the back office. He had the look of someone who’d been in this business too long, his eyes a little too calculating, his smile a little too thin.
"Mr. Walker, come on in," he said, waving Jonny toward the office.
Jonny stood, following the man into a small room cluttered with paperwork and wrestling memorabilia. The walls were lined with photos of men and women in various wrestling holds, most of them scantily clad. The man gestured for Jonny to sit in the chair across from the desk.
"So, Jonny, you’ve had quite the career," the man said, looking over some papers on his desk. "Pro wrestler back in the day, right? You’ve got the experience we’re looking for, no doubt about that."
Jonny nodded. "Yeah, I’ve been around. Done it all, fought everyone. Just need to know what you’re offering."
The man leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "We’re a little different from your usual wrestling gig. The league we run focuses on fetish wrestling. You’d be taking on younger opponents, women mostly, busty jobbers who are there to lose. You beat them up, dominate them—within the boundaries of safety, of course—but we don’t shy away from making it look rough. The audience loves it."
Jonny’s brow furrowed, but he wasn’t exactly surprised. "So, what, I’m just tossing around these girls, making it look like a beatdown?"
The man shrugged. "More or less. We film it, edit it to make sure it’s entertaining. You’ll get a cut of the profits, and I can tell you, there’s good money in this. Our fanbase is loyal and pays top dollar for the kind of show you’ll be putting on."
Jonny leaned forward, resting his thick arms on the desk. "How much we talking?"
The man grinned. "A few grand per shoot, and we’re planning on doing this regularly. Once a week, maybe more if the demand is there."
Jonny’s eyes narrowed as he thought it over. A few grand for tossing around some young women? It was easy work compared to the beatings he’d taken in his heyday. But the idea of it still felt strange.
"And the girls?" Jonny asked. "They know what they’re getting into?"
The man nodded quickly. "Oh yeah, they’re all in on it. They know the deal, they’re professionals—well, most of them are rookies, but they’re here because they like it. They like playing the role of the jobber. Some of them even enjoy the rough stuff."
Jonny rubbed his beard, thinking it over. He needed the cash, and this sounded like easy money. But part of him still felt uneasy about the whole thing. Then again, he wasn’t in a position to turn down this kind of paycheck.
"Alright," Jonny finally said, leaning back in the chair. "I’ll do it. When do I start?"
The man’s grin widened. "How’s tomorrow sound? We’ve got a match set up, and I think you’re going to like your opponent. She’s new, young, and very eager to please."
Jonny stood in the locker room, staring at his old wrestling singlet hanging limply in his hands. It was worn, faded from years of use, a reminder of the man he used to be—a fighter in arenas that roared his name. But today, it felt out of place. This wasn’t the world he used to know.
Across the room, on a bench, lay his new outfit. The league had sent it earlier—a tight, white leather singlet that gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights. It looked custom-made to hug every bulging muscle and curve of his body, far flashier and... kinkier than anything he’d ever worn before. The crotch area had a row of small, shiny buttons, clearly designed to be opened for easy access. He snorted at that. They were really going for the "fetish" part of this wrestling gig.
"Guess this is the new normal," he muttered to himself, tossing his old gear aside. He couldn’t deny the white leather singlet was well-made, almost luxurious in its material. As he stepped into it, the leather felt cool against his skin, tight but with enough give to allow him to move.
He tugged it up, the white material clinging to his thick thighs, stretching over his beer belly, and tightening around his chest and shoulders. He glanced at himself in the mirror and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. For an older guy, he still had it—bulging arms, a chest like a barrel, and his gut, though prominent, was solid. The singlet fit him perfectly, showing off every muscle and bulge, leaving little to the imagination. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. The buttons in the crotch area were glaringly obvious, almost like they were inviting something more.
He popped one of the buttons open with a smirk, testing how easily it came undone. "This is gonna be one hell of a show," he muttered.
As he finished adjusting the singlet, the door to the locker room creaked open. A young woman with a clipboard, dressed in a tight black outfit, poked her head in.
"Mr. Walker, they’re ready for you in five," she said, her eyes flicking briefly to his outfit. She quickly looked away, hiding a faint blush. "You’ll be facing your opponent in ring three. She’s waiting."
Jonny nodded, grabbing his old towel and tossing it over his shoulder. He felt a mix of excitement and absurdity swirling in his gut as he headed toward the door.
"Let’s see if this old dog can still make them bark," he thought as he stepped out of the locker room, ready to take on whatever came next.
Jonny made his way toward the ring, each step heavy, but his mind was sharp, ready for the job ahead. The lights dimmed as he entered the arena, a murmur of excitement buzzing from the small crowd. This wasn’t the packed stadiums of his youth, but the energy here was different—charged, almost voyeuristic. His white leather singlet gleamed under the overhead lights, every button in the crotch area glaring as a naughty promise to the audience.
Then he saw her—his opponent.
She stood in the opposite corner, stretching, her massive, heaving chest barely contained in a tight, shiny black bikini top that seemed more like a suggestion than actual clothing. Her breasts were beyond ample, full and heavy, bouncing slightly as she shifted her weight. Her cleavage was almost hypnotic, drawing the eye—and making Jonny’s cock throb beneath the leather.
"Breathtaking" didn’t even begin to cover it. She was stunning, her curvy frame accentuated by every movement, her long dark hair cascading down her shoulders as she smirked at him, clearly enjoying the attention. Her bust swelled against the confines of her top with every breath, and Jonny couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably as the heat pooled between his legs.
He stepped into the ring, trying to focus on the task at hand. But damn, it wasn’t easy. Her body was designed to turn heads, and it was doing its job perfectly.
The bell rang, signaling the start of the match. Jonny decided to play his role—the gentle, almost teasing daddy figure, sizing her up with a grin.
They approached each other cautiously, eyes locked. She was shorter but no less powerful. Her arms were out, ready to lock in for a test of strength. Jonny smirked, his large hands closing around hers, their fingers lacing together as they began to push against each other.
She pressed hard, her breasts rising as she strained, but Jonny barely budged. He grinned at her, letting her push for a moment before gently pushing back. His arms flexed, his muscles bulging under the leather, but he kept his movements slow, teasing almost. He knew he could overpower her easily, but this was all about the show.
As they struggled, his hands slid forward, pressing against her chest. Her tits squished under his palms, the softness of her breasts filling his hands as he applied just enough pressure to make it seem like an accident. She moaned slightly, her eyes widening in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. In fact, her body seemed to lean into it, her nipples hardening visibly through the thin fabric of her bikini.
Jonny’s cock throbbed again, pressing against the tight leather of his singlet. He had to keep his cool, but this woman... she was making it hard. Literally.
She grunted, trying to regain control, but Jonny held her firm, his grip tightening ever so slightly. His hands slid back down to her sides, giving her room to breathe, but only for a second. As she adjusted her stance, he shoved her gently, making sure his palms pressed against her tits again. This time, she gasped, stumbling back into the ropes, her chest bouncing wildly.
The crowd cheered, clearly enjoying the playful dynamic, and Jonny played into it, walking toward her slowly, almost like a predator stalking his prey. He reached out, gripping her shoulders lightly and then sliding his hands down to her waist, feeling the soft flesh beneath his fingers. He knew this wasn’t just about wrestling anymore; this was about giving the audience a show.
"Come on, sweetheart," he grinned, leaning in close. "Let’s see what you got."
She smirked back, her confidence returning. She wasn’t about to let him win this easily.
Jonny felt the crowd's anticipation growing, a low murmur of excitement as they watched his every move. The soft shoving and teasing had been fun, but it was time to show them what they’d really come for—a brutal, commanding display of his strength. His grin faded into a more serious look as he stepped back, eyes locked on his busty opponent.
She recovered from the playful shoves, bouncing off the ropes with a smug look, clearly thinking she could still stand her ground. That smugness made Jonny’s hands itch to send her flying, and he wasn’t about to hold back now. The audience wanted pain? They were about to get it.
"Alright, sweetheart," he muttered under his breath. "Let’s see how well you fly."
She lunged forward, trying to catch him off-guard, but Jonny was quicker. His big hands shot out, grabbing her around the waist, his grip like iron as he lifted her up effortlessly. Her eyes widened in surprise, her large breasts bouncing against his chest as he hefted her up like she weighed nothing.
Without hesitation, Jonny spun her around in a brutal arc, her legs flailing for a moment before he slammed her down into the mat with a thunderous crash. The impact was immediate, the ring shaking beneath them as her curvy body hit the canvas hard. Her huge breasts bounced violently, threatening to spill out of her skimpy top as she gasped for breath, the wind knocked out of her.
The crowd roared, loving every second of it.
Jonny didn’t give her time to recover. He stood over her, grabbing her by the arm and yanking her to her feet again with a casual strength that made it look easy. Her legs wobbled beneath her, still dazed from the slam, but Jonny wasn’t done. With a grunt, he spun her around and locked his arms around her waist from behind, pressing his massive chest into her back. Her breasts were crushed against his forearms as he gripped her tightly, lifting her off her feet once again.
This time, he sent her flying with a powerful German suplex, her body flipping through the air before crashing down hard onto the mat again. The sound of her body hitting the canvas was even louder this time, her scream of pain mixing with the roaring crowd.
Jonny stood up slowly, taking a moment to look down at her crumpled form. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, her big tits still jiggling with the aftershocks of the slam. Her face was a mix of pain and shock, clearly not expecting him to go this hard, this fast.
But that was the point.
"You wanted a show, huh?" Jonny growled, walking toward her again. "Time to learn who’s in charge here."
Jonny's eyes darkened with lust as he stalked toward his opponent, the leather singlet clinging tight to his thick body. The raw dominance he had just displayed wasn’t enough to quench the heat in him—not by a long shot. His cock was throbbing, pressing hard against the leather, and it was impossible to ignore the sight of her massive tits jiggling from the brutal suplex. The crowd wanted more, and he was ready to give them a show they’d never forget.
She was still sprawled on the mat, dazed, her chest heaving with each strained breath. Her bikini top was barely holding together, the thin strings threatening to snap under the weight of her enormous breasts. Jonny’s gaze locked onto them, his mouth watering as he felt the growing tension in his groin.
He bent down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her up to her knees. She winced, her eyes fluttering open, still groggy from the hits, but Jonny wasn’t done. His massive hands found their way to her chest, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh of her breasts, squeezing them roughly. The crowd gasped as his grip tightened, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, which were rock-hard and poking through the thin fabric of her top.
"These your best assets, huh?" Jonny growled, his voice low and menacing, as he twisted his grip slightly, causing her to moan, a mix of pain and arousal. "Let’s put them to better use."
With a brutal tug, Jonny tore her top clean off, her enormous tits spilling out, bouncing free in front of him. The sight was enough to make him even harder, and he couldn’t resist cupping her breasts again, this time fully exposed. He squeezed them roughly, watching with satisfaction as she squirmed beneath him, her head tilting back in a mixture of pain and twisted pleasure.
He hauled her up by the waist, her bare chest pressing against his as he manhandled her into position. In one swift motion, he lifted her high above his head, her legs dangling uselessly in the air before he slammed her down, chest-first, onto the mat. Her breasts smashed into the canvas with a sickening bounce, her scream filling the arena as her body trembled from the impact.
But Jonny wasn’t done.
He rolled her onto her back, towering over her crumpled form. Her tits rose and fell rapidly, still jiggling from the force of the slam. Jonny knelt beside her, his thick fingers tracing the swollen curves of her breasts, pinching her nipples roughly, twisting them just enough to make her whimper.
"You like that, don’t you?" he growled, leaning down to nip at her exposed skin, his teeth grazing her nipple before he bit down hard enough to draw a gasp from her. His cock throbbed painfully, the leather of his singlet doing little to hide the massive bulge pressing against her side. "These tits are mine to play with now."
Jonny’s hands moved quickly, grabbing her by the shoulders and yanking her into a seated position, her back pressed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, his large hands cupping her bare breasts again, squeezing and pulling them like he owned them. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "I’m gonna make sure everyone remembers these tits after tonight."
With a cruel grin, Jonny shoved her forward, letting her tits hang freely as he prepared for his next brutal move.
Jonny’s eyes flashed with predatory hunger as he rose to his feet, towering over his opponent. She was still on the mat, her massive tits bouncing slightly with every breath she took, the soft flesh reddened from the abuse they had already endured. But he wasn’t even close to done with her yet.
A cruel grin spread across his face as he yanked her up by her hair once more, forcing her to her knees in front of him. Her chest was fully exposed, those incredible breasts jiggling with the rough handling. He stepped back just enough to get a good angle, his thick legs poised for his next move.
Without warning, Jonny drove his knee directly into her chest, his kneecap smashing into the soft, pillowy tissue of her left breast. The impact sent shockwaves through her body, her tits bouncing violently from the blow as she let out a pained yelp. Her hands instinctively moved to cover her chest, but Jonny wasn’t about to let her protect herself.
"Let’s see how much these can take," he growled, gripping her wrists and yanking them away from her chest, holding her arms wide open as he prepared to continue the brutal assault.
He drove another knee into her right breast this time, the force making her entire body shudder. Her tits shook wildly with each hit, the delicate flesh turning red as they absorbed the punishment. The crowd was on their feet now, roaring with excitement, loving every second of the tit-focused beatdown.
Jonny released her arms, watching as she slumped forward, clutching her aching breasts in pain. But there was no mercy here. He took a step back and then sent a powerful kick directly into her chest, his foot connecting hard with the underside of her breasts. The force lifted her slightly off the ground, her tits bouncing up and slamming back down with a sickening thud.
She let out a strangled cry, collapsing onto the mat, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. But Jonny wasn’t finished. The ropes were calling, and he knew just how to make this even more fun.
He dragged her to her feet once again, her legs wobbly beneath her as he forced her toward the ropes. With practiced ease, Jonny grabbed her arms and looped them over the top rope, tying them in place so she was hanging helplessly, her body exposed and her massive breasts still jiggling from the rough handling. She struggled weakly, but the ropes held tight, leaving her completely vulnerable.
Jonny stood back for a moment, admiring his work. Her tits hung beautifully, swollen and red from the abuse they had already taken. He circled her slowly, his cock throbbing with every glance at those massive, helpless breasts.
"Look at you," he growled, stepping close again. "All tied up, those big tits just begging for more."
He took his time now, savoring each moment as he raised his foot and pressed it into her chest, pushing her back into the ropes, making her breasts strain against the tension. The crowd’s cheers were deafening, and Jonny fed off their energy as he prepared for one final, brutal move.
With a sadistic grin, he pulled his foot back and then unleashed a powerful series of kicks, each one slamming into her soft tits, sending them bouncing wildly with every blow. She whimpered in pain, her body jerking with every kick, but she had no way to defend herself, no escape from the onslaught.
Jonny stepped back after a final devastating kick, watching as her body sagged in the ropes, her chest a bruised, swollen mess. The crowd was going wild, chanting his name as he took one last, lingering look at her helpless form.
"Looks like these tits weren’t as tough as they looked," he muttered, wiping the sweat from his brow. "But damn, they sure were fun to break."
The sudden pop of the buttons caught everyone’s attention. Jonny froze for a split second as his crotch area loosened, and his massive cock spilled free, hanging thick and heavy in front of him. The crowd gasped audibly, the energy in the room shifting from shock to a charged tension. Jonny’s eyes flickered with surprise, but a dark grin quickly spread across his face. He had been in wild situations before, but this... this added a whole new level of intensity.
His opponent, still hanging from the ropes, slowly lifted her head, a glint of recognition in her eyes as she saw what had just happened. Her breathing was ragged, her chest still heaving from the brutal kicks, but there was a flicker of something else now—defiance, maybe even an opportunity.
For a moment, Jonny thought she was completely done, her body wracked with pain, but as her gaze locked onto his exposed cock, there was a subtle shift. She wasn’t giving up. Not yet.
"Think you’ve got me beat, huh?" she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the roaring crowd. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips as she eyed his cock. "I’ve got a few tricks left."
Before Jonny could react, she twisted her body, using what little freedom she had in the ropes. With a surprising burst of energy, she managed to free one of her arms and lunged forward, grabbing hold of Jonny’s exposed shaft. Her fingers wrapped tightly around him, and Jonny let out a sharp gasp, caught off guard by the sudden touch.
"You like that, don’t you, big man?" she murmured, her grip firm as she stroked him with surprising strength, despite her earlier beating. Her large breasts pressed up against his thigh as she pulled herself closer, using his cock as leverage.
Jonny’s body tensed, a moan rumbling deep in his chest as she worked his shaft with expert precision. For a moment, he lost his focus, the brutal, dominant fighter suddenly caught in the grip of raw, sexual tension. The crowd watched in stunned silence as she used her free hand to caress his cock, her fingers playing with him as she slowly regained her footing.
But Jonny wasn’t about to let her turn the tables. Not like this.
With a growl, he grabbed her by the hair again, yanking her head back roughly. "You think you’re in control now, huh?" he snarled, his voice rough with lust and frustration. His cock twitched in her hand, but he wasn’t about to let her take advantage of the situation.
Her smirk was defiant, her eyes still full of mischief. "Maybe... just a little," she teased, her voice breathless but daring. She gave his cock one last squeeze before Jonny yanked her completely free from the ropes and tossed her to the mat like a rag doll.
She hit the canvas with a thud, her body bouncing slightly, but her gaze never left his cock. Even from the ground, she seemed to radiate a dangerous energy, as if she was waiting for the perfect moment to strike again.
Jonny stood over her, his cock throbbing, his body heaving with the effort of restraint. He had two choices—finish her off with brute force or give in to the undeniable sexual tension crackling between them.
But he knew one thing: this match wasn’t over yet. Not by a long shot.
As Jonny stood over her, his chest heaving and his cock still exposed, the crowd hung on every second. His opponent, though battered and bruised, wasn’t out of the fight just yet. She moved slowly at first, as if she was going to give in, but in a flash, her foot shot up with surprising precision, slamming directly into his unprotected balls.
Jonny's eyes went wide, his breath catching in his throat as the pain exploded through his body. He let out a low, guttural groan, doubling over instantly. His knees buckled as his hands instinctively moved to cradle his throbbing crotch, his massive form trembling from the impact. The crowd gasped, some laughing in disbelief at the unexpected turn of events.
She wasn’t wasting any time. Using his moment of weakness, she scrambled to her feet and took advantage of his vulnerable state. Her body moved with a new surge of energy, adrenaline kicking in as she saw Jonny hunched over in agony. She slipped behind him, wrapping her arms around his thick waist, her breasts pressing against his back as she tried to lift him for a German suplex.
It wasn’t easy—Jonny was a massive man, and her body was still sore from the punishment he’d dished out—but she was determined. Gritting her teeth, she grunted with effort and managed to haul him off the ground, flipping him backward. His body slammed into the mat with a heavy thud, the ring shaking under their combined weight.
The crowd erupted in cheers, their excitement reaching a fever pitch as she rolled away and got to her feet, her eyes gleaming with newfound confidence. Jonny lay sprawled on the mat, his cock still half-hard but twitching as the pain in his balls radiated through him. His large body was momentarily at her mercy.
She pounced again, this time straddling his chest, her breasts hanging just above his face as she locked his arms under her thighs. She smiled down at him, her hands teasingly tracing the curve of her breasts, almost taunting him with how close they were. "Not so tough now, huh?" she purred, leaning forward, pressing her chest against his face briefly as she smothered him, her massive tits enveloping his head for just a moment.
But she knew better than to underestimate Jonny. Before he could gather his strength again, she stood up, grabbing one of his legs and dragging him toward the ropes. With a swift motion, she tied his legs in the bottom rope, locking him in place. He was trapped now, his cock still exposed and vulnerable as he writhed in pain, trying to shake off the ball shot.
The tables had turned, but for how long? She stood over him, hands on her hips, her chest still bouncing with each breath. The crowd cheered louder than ever, watching with eager anticipation as she prepared to dish out her revenge.
She wasn’t going to let this chance slip away. With Jonny still tied up in the ropes, his huge form struggling to free himself, she knew it was time for payback—brutal, unforgiving revenge.
With a determined glare, she backed up to the opposite side of the ring, sizing him up, her massive breasts heaving with each breath. The crowd was electric, sensing the carnage about to unfold. She leaped onto the middle rope, springboarding off it with the grace of an acrobat, her body twisting in midair before coming down hard with an elbow straight into Jonny's chest.
The impact was devastating. Jonny's entire body jolted, his thick muscles rippling under the force of the brutal blow. He let out a grunt, his legs still tangled in the ropes, helpless to defend himself. But she wasn’t done—not by a long shot.
She bounced back to her feet, adrenaline coursing through her veins. The crowd was chanting her name now, feeding off her energy as she climbed to the top turnbuckle, her breasts bouncing with every step. Standing tall on the ropes, she paused for just a second, letting the tension build before she launched herself off the top rope in a flying splash, her full body weight coming down like a cannonball onto Jonny's exposed chest.
The ring shook with the impact, Jonny’s eyes wide in pain as he gasped for air. His huge body convulsed under hers, the brutal landing knocking the wind out of him. His cock, still exposed, twitched as she rolled off him, quickly standing to her feet again. She wasn’t done. Not yet.
She quickly untangled his legs from the ropes and dragged his limp body toward the center of the ring, leaving him sprawled on the mat. Jonny was dazed, his breath labored as he tried to regain his bearings, but she gave him no time to recover. She was on the move again, climbing to the top rope once more.
This time, she raised both her arms in the air, signaling to the crowd that something huge was coming. With a fierce roar, she soared off the top turnbuckle in a high-flying moonsault, flipping gracefully in the air before crashing down onto Jonny’s body again. Her breasts smashed into his chest, the full force of her landing driving the breath from his lungs.
The crowd erupted in wild cheers as she stood over him, panting and flushed from the exertion, her chest rising and falling with every deep breath. Jonny lay beneath her, battered, bruised, and gasping for air, his large cock still twitching as he lay in defeat.
She glared down at him, her hands on her hips, taking a moment to savor her revenge. "Looks like the big bad daddy couldn’t handle a little payback," she sneered, kicking him lightly in the ribs, her smile cruel and triumphant.
The crowd roared in approval as she stood tall, victorious, Jonny’s massive body laid out at her feet.
She wasn’t done. The brutal high-flying moves had weakened Jonny, but now it was time for the real punishment. She looked down at his exposed cock, still hanging heavy and throbbing slightly, and a dark smirk crept onto her face. The crowd, sensing what was coming next, grew even louder, their excitement palpable.
With a quick motion, she kicked Jonny’s legs apart, spreading him wide on the mat. His eyes, still half-closed in pain, snapped open as he realized what was about to happen. He tried to move, to block her, but he was too slow—his body was wrecked from her earlier assault.
Her first attack was swift and brutal—a sharp kick straight to his balls. Jonny’s body jerked violently, a guttural moan escaping his lips as the pain radiated through his groin. His cock twitched uncontrollably, but she wasn’t giving him a moment to breathe. She stomped down again, harder this time, her foot landing squarely on his exposed balls. The impact made his whole body shudder, his eyes rolling back as he groaned in agony.
The crowd was going wild now, cheering her on as she stomped his crotch again and again, each blow landing with sickening precision. Jonny’s hands instinctively moved to cover himself, but she kicked them away, grabbing his thick wrists and pinning them above his head. With him fully exposed and helpless beneath her, she grinned down at him, the power coursing through her.
She dropped to her knees between his legs, lifting one and slamming her knee into his groin with full force. Jonny gasped, his massive body trembling as the pain overwhelmed him. She kept her knee pressed into his balls, grinding them cruelly as he writhed beneath her, his cock throbbing in a mix of pain and humiliation.
"You thought you could dominate me?" she hissed, leaning down, her breasts brushing against his chest. "Not today, big man."
She stood again, grabbing the ropes for leverage and stomping down one last time, driving her heel into his swollen cock and balls. Jonny’s body convulsed, his loud groan echoing through the arena as the crowd roared, loving every second of his torment. His cock, though clearly in pain, remained semi-hard, twitching with every brutal blow.
She dragged him back to the ropes, tying him up once more, his legs spread wide as she stepped back to admire her work. The crowd was wild now, and Jonny’s massive, bruised form lay defeated, his groin battered and swollen from her relentless attacks.
Just when she thought she had Jonny completely under control, there was a sudden, violent shift. With a surge of raw power, Jonny ripped himself free from the ropes, his massive form lunging toward her like a beast unleashed. Before she could even react, his huge arm swung out and connected with a brutal clothesline, slamming into her chest and sending her crashing to the mat.
The impact was devastating. She hit the canvas hard, her body bouncing as her head snapped back. The crowd, caught off guard by Jonny’s sudden comeback, gasped as he stood over her, his chest heaving with adrenaline. His eyes were wild, a mixture of anger, pain, and something darker flashing in them as he towered above her.
“You really thought you could get away with that?” Jonny growled, his deep voice rough with fury. He wiped sweat from his brow, his cock still hanging out, hard and twitching. His hands flexed into fists as he glared down at her.
She tried to roll away, to recover, but Jonny wasn’t going to give her a second to regroup. He grabbed her by the hair, yanking her up onto her knees. Her large breasts jiggled as she struggled, but Jonny wasn’t interested in playing nice anymore. With a dark grin, he pulled her head closer to his crotch, then raised his knee and drove it straight into her groin.
The crowd erupted in a mix of gasps and cheers as his knee connected with her pussy, her body jolting violently from the low blow. She let out a strangled cry, her hands instinctively flying to cover herself as the pain rippled through her lower body. Jonny wasn’t done though. He kicked her legs apart, exposing her, and slammed his knee into her crotch again, harder this time.
She screamed, her body folding over as she clutched herself, but Jonny grabbed her by the waist, lifting her back to her feet. He stepped back just enough to give himself room, then threw another brutal low blow, his fist slamming upward into her pussy with devastating force. Her whole body convulsed, her eyes wide with shock and pain as she dropped to the mat, her hands trembling as she tried to crawl away.
Jonny stood over her, breathing heavily, his eyes narrowing as he watched her writhe in agony. "You wanted to dish it out, huh? Let’s see how you handle taking it." His voice was dark, full of malicious intent, as he grabbed her by the hair again, pulling her up to her feet only to slam his fist into her groin once more.
Her knees buckled, but Jonny held her up, savoring every moment of her torment. He threw another punch, and another, each one landing with sickening precision between her legs. Her screams filled the arena, her body shaking as she endured the brutal onslaught.
Jonny’s cock was rock hard now, his body trembling with the thrill of dominating her, of turning the tables so violently. He lifted her up onto his shoulder, positioning her for a final, devastating move.
Jonny's massive arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her like she weighed nothing. Her body hung limply over his broad shoulder, her breasts pressed against his neck, but she was too dazed to fight back. With a sinister smirk, Jonny repositioned her body, bringing her lower back down against his thick shoulder in a brutal shoulder backbreaker.
He held her there, her spine bent painfully backward, her large breasts spilling over as she moaned in agony. Her arms flailed weakly, but Jonny had her completely under his control. His hand slid up her body, his fingers finding her nipple, and with no hesitation, he crushed it between his fingers, twisting it harshly as she screamed.
Her scream only fueled him more. He didn’t let up. His other hand found its way between her legs, his thick fingers slipping between her folds as he started to finger her while still holding her in the agonizing backbreaker. She gasped, her body convulsing as the mixture of pain and forced pleasure overwhelmed her senses.
The crowd was going wild, half in shock, half in awe, as Jonny relentlessly worked her over. His fingers plunged deeper inside her, the slickness only encouraging him to go harder, while his other hand kept crushing her nipple with bruising force. Her body was trembling, her legs twitching as she struggled to cope with the conflicting sensations tearing through her.
"How's that feel, huh?" Jonny growled, his voice deep and full of satisfaction. He gave her nipple another hard twist, making her back arch even more over his shoulder. His fingers inside her moved faster, pressing deep, while his body kept the pressure on her lower back, bending her painfully.
Her cries filled the arena, echoing with a mix of pain and unwanted arousal. Jonny knew she was close to breaking, both physically and mentally, and he reveled in it. With one final, brutal twist of her nipple, combined with his fingers pressing deep inside her, he pushed her over the edge.
Her body shook violently, her head tossing back as her screams peaked, a mixture of pain and twisted pleasure overwhelming her completely. Jonny finally released her, letting her battered body slide off his shoulder and crash to the mat in a heap.
She lay there, gasping for breath, her body limp and trembling, completely at his mercy. Jonny stood over her, his chest heaving with adrenaline, his cock still throbbing as he looked down at his defeated opponent. The crowd was in a frenzy, cheering him on as he raised his arms, victorious.
With the match over and his opponent lying defeated at his feet, Jonny looked down at her crumpled form, chest still rising and falling in shallow breaths. The adrenaline was pumping through his veins, but something inside him shifted as he knelt down, gently hooking his massive arms under her limp body. The crowd was roaring, but Jonny was focused entirely on her as he hoisted her up effortlessly, cradling her against his broad chest.
He carried her out of the ring, the crowd still unsure whether this was the prelude to more brutality or something unexpected. Jonny walked her back into the locker room, the door closing behind them, sealing them off from the audience.
Once inside, he gently laid her down on one of the padded benches. Her body was still trembling from the mix of pleasure and pain, her breasts rising and falling with every shallow breath. Jonny stood over her for a moment, his huge frame casting a shadow, his chest still heaving from the intensity of the match. His cock, hard and exposed, twitched, but his gaze softened.
"Look at you," Jonny murmured, his voice deep but now filled with something gentler, more thoughtful. He knelt down beside her, his rough fingers brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "Took quite a beating, didn’t ya?"
Her eyes fluttered open, still dazed from the match. She gazed up at him, unsure of what was coming next, but Jonny’s touch was surprisingly gentle. He reached out, his hands moving over her battered body, checking for injuries. His large fingers ghosted over the bruises on her ribs, the marks left on her breasts, and the soreness between her legs.
"I could have gone harder," he said with a smirk, though his tone was teasing, not cruel. His fingers trailed down to her bruised nipples, giving one a soft, playful pinch. She winced slightly but didn’t resist.
Instead of continuing, Jonny reached for a towel from the bench, dipping it in a nearby basin of cool water. He began to clean her up, wiping the sweat and dirt from her body with care, his strong hands surprisingly tender. He took his time, working slowly over her breasts, her belly, her thighs, each motion deliberate and soothing. The contrast between his earlier brutality and the care he was showing now was startling, but somehow fitting.
As he worked, his eyes never left her, watching her closely for any signs of discomfort or pain. It was clear that he could have kept going, could have pushed her even further if he wanted, but instead, he was choosing something different. This was daddy care, the aftermath of the storm.
"Don’t worry," he said quietly, his voice softening. "Daddy’s gonna take care of you now."
As Jonny finished cleaning her up, she began to stir more, her breathing returning to normal. She caught his eye and gave him a small, exhausted smile. Despite the intense beating she'd taken, there was something unspoken in the way she looked at him, a silent acknowledgment of the strange, raw chemistry they had shared in the ring.
Without saying a word, she slowly sat up, her body aching but determined. Jonny raised an eyebrow, watching as she reached for the towel he had just used on her. She dipped it back into the water, wringing it out before turning her attention to him.
“You’re not the only one who can take care of someone,” she murmured, her voice soft but laced with a playful edge. She leaned closer, pressing the cool towel against Jonny’s bruised chest, her hands moving slowly over his large frame, wiping away the sweat and blood that had gathered during the brutal match.
Jonny let out a low grunt of surprise, his body relaxing under her touch. Her hands were delicate but confident, working the towel over his muscles, tracing the lines of his chest and arms with surprising tenderness. She reached his lower belly, her eyes flickering down to his still-hard cock, but she took her time, focusing on him rather than rushing to the obvious.
“Didn’t think you had it in you," Jonny muttered, though his voice had lost its earlier hardness. There was a smirk on his lips, but he allowed her to continue, leaning back slightly as she moved over him, her touch soothing the aches from the match.
She smiled at his comment but didn’t reply. Instead, she leaned closer, pressing the towel against his exposed cock, her hand wrapping around it gently as she cleaned him off with slow, deliberate strokes. Jonny’s breath hitched, his muscles tensing as she worked her way down, the cool water a stark contrast to the heat still radiating from his body.
Her fingers moved carefully, the once-brutal atmosphere between them shifting into something intimate and tender. She took her time, making sure every inch of him was clean, her touch lingering just a little longer than necessary on his hardness. Jonny groaned softly, his hips shifting slightly as she continued her work, her movements smooth and careful.
“Not bad,” Jonny rumbled, his voice low, eyes half-closed as he let himself relax under her care.
When she finished, she set the towel aside and looked up at him, her hand still resting on his thigh. "We both took a beating," she said softly, her voice almost a whisper. "But I think we came out alright."
Jonny chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed through the small locker room. He reached out, pulling her closer until she was straddling his lap, their bodies pressed together. His large hands moved to her hips, holding her firmly but with an unexpected tenderness.
“Yeah," he replied, his voice deep and rough, "I’d say we did.”
The tension between them grew thicker, the lingering energy from the fight transforming into something else—something more primal. Her body pressed tightly against his, her breath coming faster as she straddled Jonny's lap. His large hands gripped her hips, pulling her even closer, and there was no mistaking the heat between them now.
Their eyes locked, and for a moment, there was a quiet understanding between them. The brutal fight had awakened something in both of them—something raw and undeniable. Jonny's cock, still hard and heavy, pressed against her, and she bit her lip, her chest rising and falling with anticipation.
Neither of them needed to say a word. They both wanted it.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she shifted her hips, her wetness brushing against his exposed cock. Jonny grunted, his hands tightening on her hips as she teased him, moving her body just enough to drive him crazy without fully giving in. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his broad chest as her lips hovered near his ear.
"You're not done yet, are you?" she whispered, her voice low and full of heat.
Jonny growled in response, his hands sliding up her body, one of them moving to cup her breast. His fingers found her nipple, still tender from the earlier punishment, and he squeezed it just enough to make her gasp. "I never am," he replied, his voice rough with lust.
She arched her back, pressing her chest into his hand, her body aching for him now. Slowly, she lowered herself, her folds parting as she took him inside her inch by inch. Jonny's head fell back, a deep groan escaping his lips as her warmth enveloped him.
For a moment, they both just stayed still, savoring the feeling of being connected like this. Then, with a slow, rhythmic motion, she began to move, rocking her hips against his as they both lost themselves in the moment.
Jonny’s hands roamed over her body, gripping her waist, sliding up to her breasts, and pulling her closer as she rode him. His breaths came out in deep, guttural groans, the pleasure coursing through him overwhelming, but he didn’t let go of control completely. He watched her as she moved, every little twitch of her body, every gasp, every moan—it all fueled him.
She was lost in it too, her body moving on instinct, grinding against him with increasing speed. The heat between them was electric, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved together. Jonny thrust up into her, meeting her movements with powerful strokes, his large hands gripping her hips tighter as they both chased the same release.
It didn’t take long for the intensity to build. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as the pleasure mounted. Jonny, feeling her tighten around him, growled deep in his chest and slammed his hips upward, thrusting hard into her.
That was all it took. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she came hard, her body shaking with the force of it. Jonny wasn’t far behind. With a final, powerful thrust, he groaned, his cock twitching inside her as he found his release.
For a moment, they stayed like that, bodies tangled together, breathing heavily as they came down from the high. The locker room was silent except for the sound of their labored breathing, both of them spent but satisfied.
Jonny leaned back, pulling her down against his chest, his large hands still resting on her hips. She nestled against him, both of them basking in the aftermath, the earlier brutality of the match long forgotten.
“Not bad,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. Jonny chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath her as he ran a hand through her hair.
“Not bad at all,” he replied, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.