Adventures in Yaoi! Trigg Scott vs Royce Stray

[Sigma Morgan]

Match type: Hentai Submission
Victory conditions: Make the opponent submit by a hentai move

Trigg was annoyed at the result of his first match in LAW after tapping out to Mako Adachi in a grueling sexfight, some may even call it snatching defeat from the jaws of victory at one point. Tonight was a chance to right that wrong, and it seemed to be a rarity in terms of match ups on LAW, a guy on guy hentai match! Trigg was Bisexual himself, he had no issues or questions about it. But tonight wasn't about love or attraction for him. It was about fucking and humiliating another guy until he tapped out!

Trigg

Trigg pulled up his trunks and leggings, more than ready for his match. Hell, tonight would be a little fun at his opponent's expense and his own pleasure. He remembered a staff member mentioning his opponent's name before, Royce Stay or something like that. Sounded like a little piece of street trash with a last name like that to Trigg, though, LAW had to have at least had some standards, considering he made it here.

Trigg adjusted his gloves as he walked down the hall and towards the curtain. One thing was certain in his mind. Royce was getting fucked! Getting the curtain, Trigg crossed his arms and waited for his music to start, and when it did, he walked through the curtain and into the view of the entire arena to a mixed reception, some people not seeming to like the cocky heel. Trigg just scoffed, flipping off the arena with both hands before walking down the ramp. He wasn't here for the crowd's approval, he was here to win!

Getting to the ring, the heel slid in under the rope and into the ring before going to his corner. "Boo while you can, I know you're all going to be cheering when Royce is too busy getting fucked!" Trigg shouted to the crowd before rolling his eyes. Climbing up in the corner, Trigg took a set on the top turnbuckle while waiting for his opponent to arrive.

[MacbookAir]

Royce was drawn to sexfights like a moth was to a flame. A sexfight against another man who caught his fancy was practically undeniable to the young man looking to claw his way up the ladder in any way he could. All that was left now was to actually show up as planned, of course.

To that end, Royce didn't particularly disappoint. Almost as soon as Trigg's words left his mouth, his theme music would blast into the ring, the tiger-trunk clad wrestler appearing shortly afterwards to more than a little fanfare.

Wrestling Attire

He made the best of it, of course, even if he knew the real reason they were cheering him was mostly to piss off Trigg, as often was the case with crowds. Nonetheless, he carried himself with quite the swagger down the ramps, clearly raking in the cheers and enjoying his time in the spotlight as he climbed the ropes, giving the crowd a better look at his fit body as he did so.

"Well hot damn. You're Bottom #3 from Jobbersville Orgy 3, right? Gotta say, I am a huge fan."

Royce's taunts remained pointed at least, the wrestler flashing a cocky grin at Trigg, clearly unafraid of whatever, or whoever, was going to come next in this ring.

"When we're done here, I think I'm gonna have to make that pretty mouth of yours start moaning my name, Trigg, see what you have to offer a future champion~"

[Sigma Morgan]

Tonight wasn't going to end like his last match, Royce was going to get his cock milked for everything it was worth until get tapped out if it was the last thing Trigg did! Speaking of the devil, as soon as Trigg's taunting word left his mouth his opponent's music started and out the man came. A nice physique for a guy who purely liked to fuck from what he heard, shame it wasn't going to do him much good if Trigg could help it!

The crowd was much more warm towards his opponent, whether or not it was just to spite him was debatable, once way or another the crowd wasn't saving the hunk from his sexual wrath! Trigg hopped down from his perch as Royce joined him in the ring and he wasted no time with a corny taunt. "Hope you're ready to go back to the little alleyway you came from!" Trigg said staring into the mans different colored eyes. "I'm going to fuck you so hard your eye color might end up matching!" he added some in the crowd who heard it wondered it if even made sense!

It didn't matter though Trigg was eager to get his hands on his opponent and shifted his attention towards the referee. "Ring the fucking bell!" Trigg ordered him before rushing forward as it did! DING! DING! DING!

Trigg raised his hands, going straight for a lock up, this wasn't going to be a soft sensual match, he was going to wear Royce out and leave the man hurting while he fucked him into submission!

[MacbookAir]

Royce took to the lock up with pride, all too eager to test himself against Trigg's own strength. Royce was, for his size, impressively strong, capable of holding his own against most studs and gals his own size, and perhaps more importantly, having enough endurance to not flame out right afterwards on top of that. It was clear enough to Trigg that he was no pushover regardless, clearly willing to give Trigg the fight of his life. If it was close enough, perhaps Trigg could feel Royce's body begin to press up against his own, abs, nipples, and stiff bulges occasionally rubbing against one another as they struggled for control...

"How many times have you been fucked in front of a crowd anyways, Trigg? Bet that hole has been opened up a few times in the ring~"

Royce's taunts continued regardless, almost irrespective of how the test of strength concluded; Royce was never afraid to run his mouth, much to his own benefit and detriment in more than a few occasions.

[Sigma Morgan]

Trigg was a couple of inches taller than Royce but weighed a few pounds less, likely because Royce was in incredible shape. It's a shame that it wasn't going to save him from getting his cock milked dry if Trigg had anything to say or do about it. The two men locked up, and quickly their bodies began to grind against each other, their covered bulges just skimming against each other as they struggled with Royce breaking the silence with a taunting remark.

Trigg and Royce seemed to have something else in common, they both enjoyed running their mouths no matter what. "Not as much as yours has!" Trigg replied with a smirk before changing gears, focusing on Royce's right arm, moving quickly, Trigg would move to the mans right side and grab his wrist twisting and controlling the red head cutie with some pain before slowly working the arm behind him with a hammer lock before taking one hand off the boys wrist and reach around the front,

Trigg rested his head on Royce's shoulder as his hand grabbed his shaft through his skimpy bottoms. "I was expecting it to be bigger tough guy" Trigg teased in Royce's ear as he tried to control him early!

[MacbookAir]

Royce grimaced when Trigg made his moves, the sudden jolt of pain followed up by an even crueler rub of his rock hard cock, immediately bringing a blush out of the fit fighter as his greatest asset was mercilessly touched and groped by his foe.

"F-fuck you! Bigger than all the dildos you've shoved up your ass~"

Royce was not the most technical of wrestlers, easily snared up in any scenario that warranted grappling more complicated than a simple lockup. Little was different tonight, his most complicated tactic for now simply being to try and hit Trigg in the pecs with an elbow to force him to step back or away from him.

[Sigma Morgan]

Trigg snickered as he grabbed and rubbed Royce's dick through his bottoms. "Already hard? I bet you wanna cum all over this mat too" Trigg taunted completely brushing off Royce's own comment, if anyone was going to have something up there ass it was going to be Trigg's manhood roughly claiming Royce's backdoor after the red head gave up!

But that was going to have to wait as Royce's elbow slammed into Trigg's chest. "Ngh" Trigg hissed in pain before letting out another grunt before cutting his losses and releasing Royce only to shover him away. "Try to avoid rubbing one out before I fuck you asshole" Trigg continued to taunt. "Hell you probably are going to beg me not to stop when I do" he added with a smirk. "But with how hard you are, I bet you saw something you liked before the bell rang" he added teasingly as he rested his hand on his hip and let out a playful and overexaggerated yawn as if Royce was boring him.

[MacbookAir]

Royce was shoved away, quickly turning to face Trigg with gritted teeth.

"Don't act like your tiny little dick ain't stiff too, not my fault we can't see it~"

Royce quickly went back to work however, immediately closing the distance between himself and Trigg to try and aim an uppercut right at his abs, putting some of his old street fighting skills to the test and also start building some pressure up against his for; what he lacked in sheer technical skill, he made up for with a thick skull and a history of punching people in the face, at least.

[Sigma Morgan]

Trigg scoffed at his opponent's retort. "Its big enough to spread your ass wide. Just don't expect me to be gentle with your little tooth pick" he replied right before Royce went back in. This time, though, the man's fist came into play, slamming into his gut, causing him to let out a small grunt. If Royce wanted a brawl, he would happily pound the shredded redhead's face before he pounded his ass!

Trigg would return the favor, pulling his fist back and sending a hard punch to Royce's ribs. "I'm going to make you regret signing for LAW" Trigg threatened before grabbing the hair on the back of Royce's head to control him before planting his lips on Royce, not for a passionate or loving kiss, just a dominant one as he sent another punch into the man's side. Royce had an amazing body to be sure, but Trigg was going to leave it bruised, used, and covered in nothing but sweat and shame!

[MacbookAir]

Trigg's fist hit Royce's ribs with enough force to knock all the wind out of the ginger's sails just before Trigg pulled him in, their lips locking together less out of love and more out of some particularly bizarre form of disdain. There was no love here, just a desire to be more dominant above all else.

That second hit further ravaged Royce's body, who replied in the only way he knew how; raising his own fist and striking Trigg in his sculpted abs as they continued to kiss, his other hand trying to get a tight hold on him in some perverse mockery of both grappling and a loving embrace. Royce was in no position to speak, so instead he continued swapping spit with his foe, pride and pettiness winning over any pragmatic decisions that could be made then and there.