(Debut!) Lord vs Princeling: Isaac Edwards vs Albert Pfeiffer

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Isaac was taking a little longer to recover, the...ecstasy...of such an orgasm was a little rockier than expected. He let out a huff of air, inhaling and exhaling as he tried to just breathe and reclaim his stamina. If Albert believed that the rest of the match would be easy, he'd be proven wrong soon enough. The Lord of the Seas could go all night if he wanted to~

As he relaxed and readjusted himself, Triton could see that his comments were getting under the Princeling's skin, resulting in a teasing smirk creeping upon his face. He could tell it was getting to him, Albert didn't like his resistance or his remarks. Although he tried to convince himself otherwise, the Princeling could not hide his inner thoughts from Triton's gaze. Being a perceptive person, Triton knew the best way to beat him was to overwhelm him...in more ways than one. So when they tied up together in the center of the ring, he made it seem like Albert was beginning to overpower him. He looked like he was struggling and he began to bend backward as if he was about to drop to his knees in submission.

However, it was all according to plan...At the last moment, he would rise back up and begin to power through, pushing Albert back in the lock up and pressing forward, slowly but surely beginning to outmatch him. His goal was to shock Albert after leading him into a sense of false security, he wanted to get on his nerves and get in his head. All so he could drive him into the corner and get in his pants~

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Albert threw himself into the grapple, eager to take advantage of Triton's flustered state and not allow the man a window back into this match. He would smash him - humiliate him - and finally gain that elusive win that he deserved! He pushed hard, buoying himself with that thought of victory.

Yes, yes! It was all going to plan. He could feel Triton beginning to bend back, the other wrestler giving ground in the face of Albert's offensive. He grinned, pushing hard to finish this little display.

"Hah, what's the matter, 'Lord'," he quipped. "So much for your boasting. You're no ma...ahh...AHH!"

Albert's ill advised taunting was cut-off when Triton suddenly began to push back. All of a sudden the blue-haired princeling seemed powerless to stop his foe from reversing the momentum of the grapple. Gritting his teeth, he strained to halt his foe's advance, but he seemed helpless to do so! He shook his head in disbelief, but slowly, step by step, Triton began to force him back towards the turnbuckle!

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Albert was an annoying little blue-haired, blue-blooded brat...but he was fairly attractive and Triton did have a guilty pleasure for weakling brats such as the Princeling. Someone who thought so highly of themselves and perceived their status as superior to everyone else's only to be a total pushover and 'jobber'...Oh, how Triton adored that. So as Albert began to struggle, Triton began to relish and revel in the now struggling Princeling's endeavors.

"Hah-...what's the matter, Al? You seem to be struggling all of a sudden. What happened? Where's all that bravado~?" He teased, pressing Albert's back against the turnbuckle after promptly bullying him over into the corner. A knee would soon find a home for itself in Albert's stomach after the Lord launched a vicious Knee Strike right into the abdomen of Albert's body in an attempt to draw out all the air in his lungs. Triton wanted to soften Albert up for this next part...the weaker, the better. In order to clearly establish some dominance, he'd need to first show where the Princeling's place lay on the hierarchy scale.

He'd press his chest toward Albert's, leaning in real close, restraining his movements as he thrusts his bulge against the stiff tent pitched in Albert's trunks. He lets out a passionate moan, smirking and stealing a kiss from those lips in order to further drain Albert of his stamina. The Princeling, whether he hated it or not, would be able to taste the lovely lips of Triton's, his prowess when it came to kissing was extraordinary...Albert would be able to feel a gentle bliss washing over him, luring him into a state of pure ecstasy in an attempt to weaken him and lower his guard. Triton would wrap a leg around Al's waist, pressing their bodies together even more as he continued to kiss the man, giving him a long...tender...loving kiss.

When all was said and done, he'd pull away, a strand of saliva connecting their lips. He checked to see if Albert was probably under his 'spell', which is to say he was monitoring if the Princeling was left breathless and a drooling mess after such a passionate, powerful kiss.

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Overpowered by Triton's sudden burst of energy, Albert found himself swiftly shoved back against the corner where he struggled desperately to free himself, red-faced with frustration from the taunts of his foe.

"Shut up! I'll get yo-OUUUGHH!" The knee to his stomach stopped Albert's tirade, knocking the wind from the princeling's lungs. He swooned forward, only for Triton to shove him back hard into the corner. The other wrestler shoved forward, grinding against him crotch to crotch!

"No... nghhh, what are you-MPGHH!" Albert's protests were cut short with a squeak of shock as Triton's lips were pressed against his. Winded and pinned against the turnbuckle he had no escape, writhing helplessly in the Lord's embrace. His eyes went wide, but every motion he made only served to further grind his crotch against Triton's bulging member, unwillingly bringing the princeling's arousal to the fore.

The kiss overwhelmed him quickly, driving the helpless brat into the corner and soon his struggles were little more than faint twitches, his hips jerking involuntarily against Triton's crotch, his cock pressing out against the tight fabric of his wrestling briefs. When Triton finally pulled away Albert sagged breathlessly in the corner, crimson-faced, panting for breath and with his erection clear to see for all...

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Triton poured every ounce of passion he had into that kiss, it was all necessary of course...the only way to silence a brat was to establish dominance. He could see the sparkles in Albert's eyes...the bisexual Australian wrestler looked deep into those glazed pupils as he softly pressed his own stiff bulge against the Princeling's, satiating his lust and arousing himself while also giving Albert something to enjoy in the meantime. He pulled his lips away from Albert's, a trail of saliva connecting them before he wiped his sleeve against his own lips.

"How ya' doing Al~? Are you hanging in there for me~? Gimme a moan if you want more." He commanded, brushing his hand through Albert's hair, tenderly kissing at his neck next, pushing him against the corner even further, feeling Albert bucking and jerking around, shoving and rubbing his hips and crotch against the Lord's. Triton's breath got a little shallow...Fuck...Albert was actually getting to him. He was enjoying being able to toy around with him...plus, he was pretty damn cute despite being a haughty brat.

"Ooo, someone's getting excited..." Triton teased, reaching a hand down to the man's trunks, pressing his finger against the now visible bulge, sliding it up from the bottom to the shaft to the tip. "I hope you're ready." He said, kissing Albert on the lips again as he shoved his hand down into the Princeling's trunks, beginning to slowly jerk him off while kissing him.

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"Nnghhh..." Albert burbled. "You can't do this... unhand me... un...aahhhhh... " The bluenette was in deep trouble now, reduced to an aroused mess in the corner as Triton took complete control. He wriggled and writhed, only serving to further grind their crotches together. He let out a moan of dismay as Triton's fingers found his shamelessly bulging shaft, stroking him up and down its length.

"No... gnhh... stop... mnnhhhaa!" Albert tried to protest, trying to turn away from Triton's relentless kisses, but the stroking of his shaft was too much for the reeling princeling to cope with. His arms flailed aimlessly as he was pinned in the corner, his hips jerking eagerly against Triton's touch as his body betrayed him.

His eyes went wide with horror and disbelief, even as the kisses continued to rain down on him. The tables had been turned. He was helpless. A few more seconds of this and he would blow his load inside his trunks, and there was nothing Albert could do to stop it!

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Triton could feel his opponent's squirms and thrusts, the arousal was beginning to take over both of their bodies but Albert was getting the worst of it. As Triton's hand slid up and down the Princeling's shaft, he was subjected to nothing but pure ecstasy and pleasure...these signals shooting straight to his brain and forcing him to feel this orgasmic sense of bliss as Triton continued to stroke him off, all the while kissing the flailing Princeling as he stands helplessly in the corner. Triton grins, lowering his head down and kissing the underside of Albert's neck, threatening to give him a hickey as he started to nibble on his skin, stroking faster and faster.

"Mmm, why bother in trying to hold it back, Al? Just let it all out..." He said, mocking him as he continued to pleasure him. "There's no point in fighting it, it feels too good...why not just enjoy it? C'mon...c'moooon..." He said, whispering in his ear in a sensual fashion. He could feel all that blood flowing into Albert's member...it felt tight, thick, and warm...for a pathetic wimp of a 'Princeling', he wasn't half-bad downstairs.

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Albert's eyes were wide with panic, but there was nothing he could do. His struggles, his resistance, it all melted away as Triton effortlessly worked the floundering princeling over until the inevitable happened.

"Gah... no... no, no.... unnhh... nngghhh... AAHHHHHHHHHH!" It wasn't long before Albert could stand it no longer. The pressure was too much and his body betrayed him, leaving him to cum explosively inside his skimpy wrestling briefs. His hips bucked wildly for several seconds, his head lolling back until his knees gave out.

Soaking in shame, Alber collapsed to his knees in the corner, face flushed crimson, panting for breath and with the jeers of the crowd raining down on him as the score was brought to a swift 1-1.

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Triton's grin expanded, feeling Albert's body begin to twitch more and more until he finally gave out. He could feel his rod throbbing as his hips bucked around, releasing cum with each jerk forward. Triton pulled his hand away before things had gotten pretty messy. He looks at the collapsed Albert in the corner, chuckling at his expense as he mocks him, kneeling down next to him and patting his head softly, stroking his hair with a single hand.

"Mmm, how's it feel tough guy? All that pent-up stress...you must've REALLY needed this, huh?" He said. "I bet you just can't get me out of your head. In fact, I bet you LOVED that. Feeling my gentle, soft hand stroking you off until you burst like a geyser." He spoke, continuing to whisper into the Princeling's ear. "C'mon, admit it...just say it already, you're enjoying this, aren't you?" Triton would lean closer, kissing Albert's neck and cheek.

Eventually, he was brought away by the referee in order to allow Albert the chance to rest and recover before they resumed their match. Triton stood in a corner away from the Princeling, patiently awaiting the chance to properly embarrass him again in front of the adoring audience. Meanwhile, he massaged himself a little downstairs as he watched Albert, feeling a little stiff as his hand softly rubbed his package. He bit his lip, the suspense of waiting on the downed Princeling was killing him, he just wanted to get RIGHT back into the action...

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"Nghh... anhhh... nooo..." Albert burbled as Triton continued to taunt the twitching, shuddering princeling, whispering into his ear and reminding Albert of the sensations that had brought him to his climax just moments ago. He shook his head, flapping weak arms at Triton and trying to fight down the stiffening sensation in his sodden shaft.

Eventually he was rescued by the ref who intervened to pull Triton away, leaving Albert slumped in a heap in the corner. Still half dazed by the sudden turnaround, Albert struggled back to his feet, tugging his skewed briefs back into place. His cock still bulged shamefully behind the tight fabric, now stained with his cum as an embarrassing reminder of just what Triton had done to him in the previous fall. Staggering on unsteady legs, Albert tried to set his feet as he looked at his opponent.

He saw, to his disgust and anger, that the Lord was rubbing himself, watching lecherously as the princeling struggled to recover. Triton was getting off on this!

"Stop that!" he blurted raising his arms to indicate his readiness to fight. "I am not here for your... amusement!"