A Rematch Between Two Giants: Bill the Crusher Rev Citrine

[MapleR]

Rev was a strong man. One who could take a punch better than most men he's fought since joining LAW.

"KKHHH...!"

But he forgot that Bill was one of the few who could take punishment better than Rev himself could, and he was just as strong. That first punch knocked him clear on his back, eyes wide in shock. The pain hadn't fully registered, and he found himself staring in pure bewilderment as just how pissed off Bill was became very clear. Rev had just written him off and paid dearly for it.

He didn't quite regret it, he largely stood by his assessments, but right now-

The second punch to the gut is when pain truly registered. As well as the fact that Bill clearly believes in karma, since he had hit Rev in the same already bruised spot he had punched and jammed his knee into earlier. What should have been easy to shrug off instead practically left him paralyzed from the sharp and fiery pain as a result. He clenched his eyes shut, about to curl up when suddenly two massive hand pinned him to the mat by his shoulders.

He brought his own hands up to weakly push away, but those punches largely robbed his strength at the moment. He heard his name, spoken as if it were obscene curse...and that got Rev's attention again. He stared up at Bill, the man suddenly on top of him, the last 20 seconds being the first time he heard this much unfiltered emotion from the other man.

His eyes moved to Bill's mouth as he lifted his mask up. He hadn't forgotten how handsome the lower half of Bill's face was, and to be reminded of it, even in this context was...the words that came out, the literal trembling rage that Rev could feel, the declaration of pure sadistic desire that tumbled out clumsily but with passion...

It was only when Bill crashed his lips into Rev's own, that Rev truly realized what this odd feeling was in his chest that had been cultivating for a good chunk of the round.

It seemed Bill had been struggling with the exact same emotion, and came to the exact same conclusion.

His eyes widened as their lips met, but he felt less surprised than he maybe should have. But that didn't matter right now; Bill's body grinded against his own. It made the pain in his abdomen worse, and Rev tried to push it move away, only to find his pushes weak and and any attempt at moving away killed fast but the overwhelming pleasure it brought on. Those pecs rubbing against his own, and being forcefully frotted against, any time he moved toe curling pleasure was forced upon him. Overwhelming.

It was truly overwhelming. The kiss left him weak and shocked and unable to think, and the erotic onslaught down below, and onslaught that still pressed against his bruises and and honestly made the pleasure even more thrilling by adding that slight hint of pain into it (the hand yanking on his hair only adding to this erotic pain), Bill grinding his jock covered cock into Rev's own, their nipples rubbing together with each grind, all of it and everything.

Rev couldn't react, couldn't even find the time to truly process what was going on. All he could do was momentarily reciprocate the kiss, closing his eyes and a blush dusting his features as the two reached the same conclusion about where they stood in two very different ways.

[Lycanstar]

Bill did not let up with His aggressive 'love' making; tugging and pulling without restraint as His body would just not stop shaking. Every inch of Rev's body against His was causing the big man's senses to tingle and His body to become lighter and lighter. He dug in deeper with His kiss that had seemingly petrified Rev into accepting it~ It almost worked too well for the masked man.

Bill's left hand found it's way to Rev's as the two interlocked fingers like some kind of actual lovers- Perhaps this relationship could be altered well to suit both men's needs. Leaning His head off of Rev's lips for the first time since initiating the kiss, a small stream of saliva followed and Bill was panting like a dog right above Rev's face. He tried to catch His breath which was proving difficult given How out of control His heartbeat was- Everything about the domination so far was proving perfect in His eyes. But there's one thing Bill wanted more than anything out of Rev.

"Subservience. I want you to submit to me. Not from a hold, not because of the match-"

Bill leaned down to whisper in Rev's ear as the two men's hot breath was felt against each other.

"Submit because you know you fucking deserve it. I don't want to knock out that pretty face of yours; i'd much rather you enjoy your punishment rather than sleeping through it."

Bill's left hand trailed down to Rev's left side and pinched as close to His rear as He could reach while still laying over top of Him- Wanting to tempt the man with both a good... and painful time.

"What do you say?"

[MapleR]

The grinding was driving him crazy. There was a massive patch of pre staining his jock strap, his cock throbbing and red and so, so close to shooting his load. His nipples were hard and twitching with every grind against Bill's. He was drowning in Bill's kiss. Too turned on to do anything but reciprocate, he returned the grind, hoping he was driving his opponent wild as well.

It was...romantic, he supposed was the best word. Their fingers interlocking while they did this in front of a crowd, it was like they were playing as boyfriends in a porn shoot. And when Bill broke the kiss, that hot breathe he could feel against his neck sent shivers up his spine, panting just as hard himself.

Then Bill spoke.

Rev wasn't an impulsive man, nor was he usually angry. This didn't mean he didn't feel insulted upon hearing that proposal. And under normal circumstances he'd have probably jabbed Bill in the ribs again. After all this, getting pissed for no reason and then practically breaking down only to suddenly try and demand that Rev submit himself with no build up? Rev admired confidence but this...

...well. He didn't do any of that. He didn't or bite or punch or kick.

It wasn't that the prospect of submitting without a fight interested him. If he was going to submit, to give Bill subservience, it'd have to be because Bill was the stronger man and better fighter. The idea of THAT made his cock throb.

...but he was horny. And his member was pressed against Bill's and Bill wouldn't stop grinding into him. The idea of being driven to orgasm again and again seemed quite lovely right now...

...he was also curious. He wanted to know why. Why Bill had been so upset, why he gave up so easily, what exactly gave this man the right to be so goddamn cocky.

...and... and yet...

He wanted an actual wrestling match. Lord knows more than anything he'd kill for a match where they just fought and fucked and left the arena bruised and bloodied but grinning from the good fight.

The idea of being forced to submit...he didn't hate it. But he'd be damned if he had just gave Bill that without a proper fight.

The whole time his expression gave his thoughts away. From confusion upon hearing the request to rage and disgust to curiosity and caution before settling on...an answer.

He gave Bill's bruised side a sharp poke with his index finger before pointing to his own chest with that same finger.

Slowly and deliberately he wrote out the letters on his chest:

CONVINCE ME. FIGHT WITHOUT CRYING OR BITCHING

Short, simple, and to the point. Apprehension and desire painted Rev's features. He looked Bill in the eyes, giving the man a pointed look in spite of it all, hoping his look and "words" made his thoughts on Bill's antics post rib jab crystal clear. Regardless of it did it didn't, however...

...Bill was going to give him an actual fight, one way or another.

[Lycanstar]

Through heavy breaths, Bill watched as Rev considered His words; knowing fully well that the cocky son of a bitch would have some kind of clever way of responding or teasing things out further~ And Bill was proved disappointingly correct as Rev's expression and body language spoke enough to make His feelings clear; the words He attempted to spell onto His chest only further reinforcing this notion. The unnecessary jab into Bill's ribs just fuelled Him up even more; this truly was becoming a frustratingly sexual battle of wills.

For a few seconds it seemed Bill didn't have a proper response- silently His half pulled up mask simply stared down at Rev who seemed eagerly to be expecting a response. The grinding and thrusting of the two bodies ceased and all that was left was each mans heavy breathing.

Bill slowly pulled His mask back down over His lips and ensured its tightness- If Rev wanted to be "Convinced", then fuck it. His pretty face would have to get what it deserves.

*WHOMP!*

And like the flick of a switch- it was back on. Bill's knee collided with Rev's bulge in what felt like an instant once His mask was back on- His knee grinding in deeply as He felt the wetness of Rev's pre soaking through His jock strap.

But Bill didn't even care if Rev would find pleasure in this any further- If He wanted to be a fucking brat then He would treat Him like one. With a unexpected bout of agility from the masked man, He repositioned His hands underneath Rev's armpits and stood Himself and the arrogant pinkette up- Giving no quarter to how that knee to the crotch must have felt! Leaning Rev's body against His for support, the two men had to take a second to readjust to a standing position as the blood began flowing back through both of their bodies~ A little light headed but it would do for Bill as in an awkward hug, Bill would tighten His grip and lock in across Rev's backside~

And suddenly Bill began to Squeeze the life out of Rev with a massive Bearhug! Not quite lifting the man off His feet but nonetheless effective as Bill almost looked like He was holding His opponent like a fainting damsel! The two men's chests pressed tightly against one another and their crotches met in an awkward handshake of strained manhood- The occasional jump of Bill's grip would cause more of their skin to press against each other as the masked man put every fibre of His being into the devastating Hug~

Would Rev regret not taking the easy way out now?

[MapleR]

Rev did not in fact regret...well. No.

No he regretted not pretending to go along with it until the other man was off of him. Being blunt about refusing an offer during a wrestling match with someone who viewed strangling as a proper opening move was a very stupid thing to do.

And his balls paid for it.

But he didn't regret much else.

Even as he was forced to cling to his tormentor as that knee grinded into his balls, resulting in Rev involuntarily thrusting against it and Bill's own jock as he shot his load, filling up his jockstrap with cum and causing it to seep out visibly on the other side of the fabric and staining Bill's knee. Even as that grinding only made the erotic pain worse, and Bill didn't allow any moment of respite as Rev was suddenly, while not even finished cumming, was suddenly forced to stand suddenly forcibly pressed against Bill once more.

Even as he could feel his spine and sides get crushed in a power hug, Rev practically paralyzed from the multiple sources of pain and pleasure as he was forced to grind against Bill against as he only just now shot the last load. His head slumped against Bill's shoulders, body practically shivering from the intense ordeal that only just started, still going through an orgasmic high that made his body more sensitive to the continued grinding and the crushing pain of the bear hug.

He couldn't even think enough to regret it. All he could do was continue clinging to Bill, shivering from how overwhelmed he was and unable to fight back at all. His face was painted red in blush and there was almost a dazed look in his eyes. His hot breath against Bill's neck as a he coming down from his high amidst the pain. He would endure.

He had to. Like hell he'd give up after just this little thing.