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

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After handily putting the Princeling back into his place in a rather shocking manner, the score was now evened between the Lord and the Princeling. Triton removed his hand from Albert's trunks and moved away from Albert's position at the referee's command, though he wasn't exactly happy about it. He would much rather continue to play with his newfound, exhausted 'boy toy'. In the meantime, he entertained himself by rubbing away at his stiff bulge, getting himself off a little at the sight of the squirming, floundering Princeling, Triton would see the anger and flustered look on the face of his opponent. His devilish smile widens into a smug, smarmy grin as Albert yells at him, seeing that the Princeling tossed his arms up into a fighting stance.

"Ooo, how VERY intimidating...you wanna fight me while you still feel weak between the legs? I mean, I'm just going to make you squeal again in a few more minutes." He mocked, smirking. "I just figured I should give your lousy ass a little handicap. This is just TOO easy for me, y'know?" He said, continuing to taunt Albert, trying to bait him out into attacking sloppily. "What's the matter? Does the poor 'Princeling' feel outmatched against the mighty 'Lord'? You're red in the face over there, practically as bright as a cherry tomato, and from the looks of it you're still feeling that arousing hard-on from just a few moments ago. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were ENJOYING this." He says, a bit of the crowd going 'Oooo' as a response as Triton continued to openly taunt Albert.

"What, you gonna keep standing there looking like a brat who got his toys taken away, or are you gonna fight me like a man~?"

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Albert listened aghast at Triton's insulting tirade, even as the other wrestler shamelessly rubbed himself, showing his utter contempt for the blue-haired princeling. His cheeks reddened even further, fists clenching by his sides in anger. The final straw came when the Lord accusing him of enjoying what had just happened!

Ignoring the slick sensation on his crotch, Albert tried to cut an intimidating figure as he took another step forward, even as his opponent goaded him even further. The casual observer could see that the princeling was being baited, but with his find fogged from the orgasm he'd been treated to at Triton's hands, Albert didn't realise until it was far too late.

"You... you shut your insolent mouth!" he shrieked, his voice shrill with fury. Mind hazy with anger, Albert charged at his sneering foe, not thinking about anything except wiping the smile off of Triton's smug face. He barrelled unsteadily forward, swinging a fist at his foe's face!

[Misfit_Alien]

Triton smirked as his taunts were getting to the Princeling, he could see that not only was Albert still feeling the effects from that climax, but he was still carrying a hard-on from it, which served in only making it easier for Triton later once he wore down the Princeling a bit. He bit his lip, posing sensually in the corner, walking alongside the edge of the ring as he continues to tease and fluster Albert, each word that came out of his mouth was said in the perfect order to rile up and ruffle the feathers of the Princeling. Bit by bit Triton destroyed and humiliated Albert's ego until the blue-haired brat could take no more.

Albert charged right after Triton after quite the girlish shriek, resulting in some of the crowd laughing him. Even Triton felt a snicker escape his lips as the Princeling made an angry beeline right for him. He smirks once more and runs at Albert, appearing as if he was about to collide with him but instead he ducks down low and trips Albert up with a Drop Toe Hold, sending him flopping down to the canvas face first. However, that wasn't Triton's ONLY goal. He immediately follows it up with a Headscissors attempt right after, rolling over into position and wrapping his legs around Albert's head nice and tight, squeezing his face between his thighs. "Ooo, bad move 'tough guy'~"

Spoiler

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Driven into a foolish attack, Albert went flying at Triton, fist raised, only for the Lord to show just how prepared he was for such an obvious move. The princeling swung, hit nothing but air, and then found himself expertly tripped by a drop toe hold! In the blink of an eye he found himself pitched forward, unable to correct his balance on his unsteady legs...

"OUUGHH!" Albert blurted as he went down hard, slamming face down onto the canvas and squashing his throbbing erection into the mats. He gasped in disbelief, but there was no time for the bluenette to react before Triton continued his assault. Before Albert knew what was happening the other wrestler's legs were entwined around his head in a choking headscissor hold!

"ACKK! NO!" he gurgled desperately, pawing at Triton's steely grip. Squirming, he fought for breath, trying to pull himself loose of the hold before too much damage could be done!

[Misfit_Alien]

After making an ass out of the Princeling a little more by forcing him to flop face-first onto the floor in a humiliating and painful fashion via the Drop Toe Hold, Triton was quick to roll along into position and snatch Albert up in order to serve him another round of humility, having locked his head between his thighs, putting him close to his own ass in the process...ooo, a thought for later~

Meanwhile, as Albert squirmed and struggled, Triton tightened the hold, hanging back and letting the Princeling writhe and shake in futile resistance, toying with his opponent as he mocks him more and more, enjoying the sight. "What's the matter Al~? You're getting sloppy on me~" He said.

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Albert made for a pitiful side as he tugged and squirmed in Triton's grip after having been dumped face first into the canvas. This match had all gone so wrong, so quickly. He couldn't believe it, but it was happening. His member was still hard from the touch of his nemesis, tenting embarrassingly against the tight fabric of his briefs. He tried to shake those thoughts from his mind, instead focusing on the choking feeling of the Lord's legs!

"Ngghh... agghh! Get off me!" Albert raged shrilly, flopping around uselessly in Triton's grip and blushing furiously as his face was forced closer and closer to the other wrestler's ass. He slapped weakly at the legs around his head, but right now the Lord had him trapped. His vision was swimming, head still foggy from the shattering orgasm he'd been subjected to.

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Triton laughs alongside the audience as the sounds of Albert's futile struggling continue to entertain him. "Come on, can't even break out of a simple hold like this? Talk about beyond pathetic...guess that's why they call you 'Princeling' and not 'King'." Triton mocks, tightening the hold a little further, wanting to make Albert dazed and exhausted. A few soft moans leave his lips as she squishes the young man's head between his legs, eventually letting go to see just how dazed he ended up making the Princeling. He stands up and drags Albert up to his feet, pulling him over to a nearby corner and trapping him against the turnbuckle, slipping his arms around the ropes in order to have him partially suspended, standing upright on his feet.

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Albert tried to respond to Triton's mocking remarks about his skills in the ring, but right now, trapped with the other wrestler's legs entwined around his head, he wasn't in much of a position to disagree with his foe's assessment. Jeers rained down on the reeling bluenette from the fans and he could only write feebly, listening to the moans of his opponent as the Lord seemed enjoy ever second of this!

"Gnhhhh..." Albert gasped when Triton finally released him, leaving the breathless princeling to flop to the canvas in a heap, wheezing for breath. His body was like putty as the Lord dragged him upright and effortlessly manhandled him into the corner.

Albert's chest heaved as he tried to recover, but for the moment he offered no resistance as Triton hooked his arms over the top ropes, hanging the princeling in the corner on display for whatever was coming next...

[Misfit_Alien]

Triton smirked, enjoying the view of the propped-up, formerly pompous Princeling. It was a wonder how he was still employed by LAW. Oh well, suppose this company just needs its fair share of jobbers. At least this one was cute, Triton walked right up to Albert and pressed his body to the Princeling's, their bulges rubbing against one another as their chests came into contact as well, the soft fabric of Triton's crop-top hoodie comfortably pressing against Albert's pectorals. "You know, out of ALL the people I've wrestled before coming here, you MIGHT just be my favorite. Can't really say WHY, something about you just makes me excited...maybe it's because out-wrestling you is so much fun, maybe it's because I enjoy seeing you squirm, maybe it's the fact that I like hearing you prattle on...and maybe it's because I find you attractive."

He would still a kiss from Albert, keeping it brief as smiles like a sly, devilish fox...remaining coy and devious, hiding something up his sleeves. "Now that I have you right where I want you, I think it's time to give your little buddy some more attention." He said, turning around until his back was facing Albert. He slowly backed up and thrust his hips and ass against the man's crotch, grinding against his pelvis and bulge as he felt the friction being created by the tight fabric of Albert's trunks, slowly trying to make him climax from this grinding butt-job.

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Albert panted for breath, sagging in the corner with Triton strutting around in front of him like he owned the ring. Right now it seemed like he did - Albert's winning start to the encounter had been expunged from memory and now he was in dire straights in the third fall.

"Nghh... ahhhhh!" he moaned in protest as the Lord pressed into him again, pinning the princeling into the corner, chest to chest, Triton's bulging crotch grinding against his again and bringing Albert's member standing stiffly to attention once again. "Ngh... no, stop that, I-mphh!"

His bleary protests were snuffed out when Triton forced a kiss upon him, smothering the bluenette's voice. He flopped into the corner, head spinning as the Lord continued to toy with him. The words filled him with dread, eyes widening, but Albert was in no position to stop what came next, as Triton's tightly wrapped backside was thrust against his bulge, grinding on him shamelessly!

"No...ohhhhhhh!" Albert wailed as his body quickly betrayed him, hips thrusting out as the twisted pleasure overcame his feeble defences. "Nghh... no... stop, unnhhhaaahhhhh!" He managed to pull his arms from the rope, pushing pathetically at Triton's back, but his crotch jerked and thrust against the other wrestler's ass, his eye rolling as the arousal made it impossible to really fight back. His back arched and his head lolled back, arms flopping limp by his sides as his body gave in, hips bucking mindlessly and mewling cries of dismay escaping his lips.

A few more seconds of this and Albert would be cumming for a second time...