Idol's intro to wrestling: Freja(D) vs Sylar Robin (D)

[MR. Q]

"Eeeek!!" Freja shrieks, her grip faltering momentarily as Sylar unexpectedly thrusts his hips upwards, forcing his rigid shaft deeper into her punishing clasp. She nearly drops his dick from the shock, but recovers swiftly, tightening her fingers around him anew in a bid to maintain control.

"That won't work, you sick pervert!" Freja spits venomously, her eyes blazing with indignation. She slapped his rigid cock as punishment and continued to crush it in her grip.

Then finally, she noticed his heavy balls. Satan always said the balls are men's weakness. With that in mind, her free hand grasped a handful and squeezed.

[MrBrightside]

For a moment it seemed like Sylar had managed to usurp control of the situation when he felt Freja's grip on his cock falter. But she soon reaffirmed her grip on it after giving it a slap. Then she upped the ante by gripping his balls, drawing a wince and a sharp gasp from him.

"Gah!" She seemed to really want to torture his cock and balls so Sylar decided to retaliate in kind. He grabs her top and pulls it up to expose her breasts. He then squeezes her nipples and twists them.

"You like that?"

[MR. Q]

"Hey! Let go!" Freja cries out in dismay as Sylar roughly manhandles her chest, pinching and twisting her tender nipples with callous disregard. She frantically tries to yank her exposed breasts free from his cruel grip, releasing his cock and balls, wincing in discomfort as the sensations course through her sensitive flesh.

"No touching there!" Freja objects vehemently, her voice rising in indignation. "You can't just grab an idol like that!"

Determined to assert her dominance once more, Freja shifts her weight, using her leverage to lever herself upwards and clamp a hand over Sylar's wrist in an attempt to pry his fingers loose from her heaving bosom.

[MrBrightside]

"I'm pretty sure idols aren't supposed to be so rough with a man's junk either, yet here we are!" Sylar's rough treatment of Freja's breasts predictably draws her ire but also causes her to release her grip on his cock and balls. It comes as an immense relief, though they're still sore from being abused by the petite idol. As Freja starts losing control of the situation, she moves to pin him down and pry his hand off of her breast. But Sylar reacts quicker and rolls them over so that he's on top. He releases his hold on her bosom and grabs Freja's wrists to pin them above her head.

[MR. Q]

Feeling the floor shift beneath them, Freja realizes too late that Sylar has reversed their positions, effectively putting her in a precarious predicament. As he releases her bruised nipple to capture her flailing wrists, trapping them above her head, Freja lets out a frustrated growl.

"No fair!" Freja protests, her chest heaving with exertion and indignation. Straining against Sylar's superior leverage, she futilely tries to wrench her arms free, but his grip remains unyielding.

The idol's small frame is pinned helplessly beneath Sylar's substantial weight, leaving her vulnerable and at his mercy. Realization dawns that she may have underestimated her opponent's cunning and resilience. Freja's fiery spirit begins to flag, replaced by a growing sense of unease as she faces the possibility of defeat...

[MrBrightside]

With Freja pinned underneath him, Sylar had managed to regain control of the match. He contemplated what to do with her now that he had her trapped. The idol’s flushed face, bare chest rising up and down, and Sylar’s throbbing dick made the decision a simple one. He released one of her wrists briefly to pull down her shorts.

“You asked for it, missy!” Sylar said before he plunged her cock into the depths of her pussy.

[MR. Q]

An anguished scream tears from Freja's throat as Sylar ruthlessly impales her vulnerable core on his sizable shaft. She feels utterly overwhelmed by the sudden invasion, her delicate insides stretched to the limit by his girth.

"AHHH!!! IT'S TOO BIG!!!" Freja wails, her small frame arching off the mat in futile protest. Sylar's relentless thrusting has her thrashing wildly, seeking some respite from the piercing agony now engulfing her most intimate areas.

Tears of pain and humiliation stream down Freja's flushed cheeks as she helplessly takes Sylar's rigid length, each brutal stroke scraping against sensitive nerves within her convulsing channel. The idol's cries grow louder and more desperate, her once prideful spirit shattered by the merciless pounding her body endures...

As Sylar continues his merciless assault, Freja's desperate cries reach a fever pitch. Tears streaming down her contorted face, the petite idol taps frantically at Sylar's broad shoulder, hoping to convey her surrender and plea for mercy.

"Ahhhhh!! S-stop! I-I surrender!!" Freja screams, her words punctuated by wracking sobs as Sylar's relentless pounding continues unabated.

The bell rings, ending the match...

[MrBrightside]

Sylar wasted no time in getting to work once he was inside her. He began thrusting his hips like a man possessed driven solely by lust. He hadn't initially intended to go this far but now that he had it was too late to turn back. After the abuse his poor cock suffered he wasn't going to walk away without getting some satisfaction.

The idol's cries were music to his ears. He felt her tap him repeatedly as she begged for mercy from his relentless pounding of her pussy. He heard the bell ring to signal the end of the match. But while Sylar may have already won the match, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. He was too engrossed in the pleasure of fucking the petite idol's tight pussy.

[MR. Q]

"AAHHHHHH!!! NOOOO!!! I'M CUMMING!!!" Freja shrieks, her voice shrill with anguish as the intense pleasure of climax crashes through her overwhelmed form. Despite her tears and pleas, her ravaged body betrays her, squeezing Sylar's shaft in rippling contractions as her orgasm rips through her.

"Ahhhnnn! Ohhh... n-nooo... t-too much!!" she gasps, unable to contain the involuntary moans that spill from her quivering lips. Sylar's relentless thrusting strikes her cervix, the cruel invasion eliciting a torrential flood of fluids from Freja's overstimulated core.

Clear liquid gushes forth, squirting out around Sylar's pistoning cock to splatter across the mat in a messy cascade. Freja's slender thighs clench tightly, her knees drawing up to try and shield her humiliation as the crowd erupts in cheers at the lewd display unfolding before them.

[MrBrightside]

Sylar grins as he feels Freja coat his cock with her fluids. The cock that she had mistreated moments before had broken her and pushed her over the edge. And Sylar wasn't far behind her. It only took a few more thrusts for him to go over the edge after her.

"Ugh fuck fuck yes yes yessss!" Sylar groaned as he finished inside of her, filling her womb with his seed. The crowd ate up every second of it. They cheered and hollered at the shameful sight of an idol being reduced to a quivering, moaning wreck.

Breathing heavily, Sylar slowly pulled out and rose to his feet. His cock was still dripping fluid from both himself and his opponent. The referee came over to him and raised his hand in victory. He smiled brightly as he basked in the afterglow of a sensual encounter and a successful debut.

"That was fun. Maybe we can do this again sometime." Sylar gave his fallen opponent one last parting glance before leaving the ring and making his way up the ramp towards the back.