[SS-579] Beach Wrestling

[BEACH WRESTLING]

"No, fuck you! I will not do it!" Bramus growled.

"Oh yeah?! Maybe it's time for you to throw in the towel and retire, you dipshit!" his promoter answered with a louder voice.

Bramus was watching a video of two handsome and muscular guys wrestling in very skimpy skivvies. "I will not... fight in that studio okay?! It's gay porno!"

"What can we do?! No professional or underground tournament wants to take you!" the promoter explained, "you have anger issues, you play dirty and you killed one of your opponents. Now, if you want to earn from your sport, this is the only area you can go to. If not, you can leave and wait for my agency to file a case for breach of contract!"

Bramus pointed the screen, "they're not even fighting! They're just hugging and touching each other like a bunch of faggots!"

The promoter handed him a piece of paper, "be in this address, 9am sharp tomorrow or the police will come to your home and put you in hand cuffs."

Bramus grumpily went home. He nothing except for a bed. Because he was too deep in in debt, he already lost most of his appliances, furnitures and other luxuries. With a heavy heart, he decided to go to the fight the next day.

At 10am he found himself standing by the shore of a beach resort. He was wearing nothing but pink, skimpy posing trunks.

With him was another man, in orange briefs. He was going to be the opponent. Camera men were already filming. 

"Let's battle," his opponent said, while clenching fists.

Bramus smirked, "don't worry, I'll go easy on you, faggot."

The fighter suddenly tackled him. Bramus was surprised that he was strong. So, he fought back.

He tried doing holds, however the instability of the sandy shore affected his form. His holds were weaker than usual so his opponent easily broke out.

However, the fighter seemed to be used to wrestling in uneven spaces. So, he was able to tackle and hurt Bramus effectively.

When they fell rolling in the ground, the water gave him chills. He felt like drowning everytime his head was pushed in the water.

Bramus relunctantly just lay flat on the sand after being released from the last hold.

When he regained his wits, Bramus got up. His body was full of wet sand.

His opponent embraced him, "ready for the sex round?"

"What sex round--"

His strong opponent locked lips with his. He was too weak to resist. Hands were sliding around his body.

It was starting to feel good.

"I'm not g-gay..." Bramus murmured weakly after the kiss.

"Your promoter signed the contract. You have to at least suck me when you lose." Then the fighter stood up and skinned of his trunks.

"No... Please I--"

There was nothing he could do when the cock slammed into his mouth. He choked as the long, hard dick was forced into his throat.

The opponent continued to violate his mouth for two straight minutes.

Then the opponent spoke up, "you're hard."

Bramus pulled away, "yeah I am. Keep fucking my mouth, you faggot."

"Sure cocksucker," then the fighter continued to ram in his mouth.