L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Triton's grin expanded as he continued to grind his rear end up against Albert's stiffening pelvis, feeling him jerk around back there in the corner all tucked away and helpless while pawing at his backside in a feeble attempt to shove him off in futile resistance. How pathetically cute...Triton enjoyed seeing him squirm so helplessly, having driven him to the edge of a climax once already and now he had brought him back to the edge of the cliff once again. All he needed was one more good push.

"Ooo, you're pent up like a geyser over there...Just a little closer to popping and letting it all out~" He said, slowing his grinding down to a near halt as he began to get a little methodical with it, teasing Albert slowly and drawing it out of him, wanting to lure him into a false sense of security before Triton then SLAMS his butt into the Princeling's crotch, aiming to force the climax out of him then and there. In the event that his Hip Attack doesn't work, it'd at least cause the Princeling a good bit of pain and leave him groaning and whimpering, further cementing his fate at Triton's mercy.

"Unnhhh! NNHH! Hnnah... wha... what...?" Albert's voice drained into a babble of confusion as Triton's grinding as slowed down, teasing him mercilessly and keeping him right on the edge of a thunderous climax. His hips jerked and twitched, his cock pressing out against his skimpy, cum-stained briefs and leaving very little to the imagination. His whole body wobbled unsteadily as he tried to think through the haze of arousal.

But the Lord was simply toying with him. Suddenly Triton leapt back, aiming a pounding hip attack right onto Albert's engorged member. That final, squashing, pressing sensation rammed him into the corner... and finally pushed him over the edge.

"AAIIIUHHHHHH!" Albert shrieked as he came explosively inside his attire once again. His eyes rolled, his whole body shook and his sodden cock thrust forward shamelessly. Then his legs just gave out.

Albert collapsed in a heap at Triton's feet, flat on his back, his hips convulsing with the residual effects of the second orgasm. A fresh, dark stain covered the blue fabric of his wrestling trunks, glistening under the arena lights and leaving no one under any illusions as to what had just happened...

An almost sadistic smirk appeared on Triton's face after he slammed his ass into the Princeling's crotch so hard that he came. The resulting orgasm had left him speechless as he watched Albert become breathless, falling down in an exhausted and erotic heap after having taken so much pleasure all at once. No doubt those legs were stable as gelatin during an earthquake. Triton crouched down in front of him, mocking him the entire time as he spectated the messy aftermath, seeing that pitched tent slowly shrink, though the one thing that wasn't going away was that stain in the Princeling's trunks, which earned a modest taunt of a laugh from the Lord of the Seas. He reached out and caressed the blue-haired brat's cheek, gently cupping his face in the palm of his hand.

"Whoops, guess I left a bigger mess than I expected." He commented. "Look at you~...all tuckered out, wasted, and gasping for air. I bet it feels pretty good, yeah?" His hand would lower down to the Princeling's chest. He leans in closer and closer until his head looms above Albert's, and he places a gentle kiss on his forehead while awaiting for the Princeling to awaken from his hazy, sex-driven stupor.

"See you in a few, Al~" He said, the score was now two-to-one, with Triton making a resounding comeback that defied the Princeling's expectations. He had thoroughly dominated Triton in the beginning, what was going on? Was his taunt from earlier true? Was the Australian wrestler just aroused and curious enough to LET the Princeling win one round?!

Albert watched through a haze as Triton loomed over him mockingly, the other wrestler admiring his handiwork as the Princeling lay in a cum-soaked heap on the canvas, his tight trunks now a thorough mess after two massive orgasms. He moaned wordlessly as the Lord teased him, planting a kiss on the bluenette's head before leaving him to try and recover.

"Nghh... no..." Albert groaned weakly as his mind finally began to clear, and the memories of what had happened became painfully clear. With huge effort he rolled onto his front and struggled to all fours, unwittingly thrusting his ass into the air as he clutched his crotch with one hand, trying to ignore the jeers raining down on him from the stands.

At length, the princeling dragged himself to the corner and managed to struggle back to his feet, turning to face Triton and breathing heavily, unable to hide the dark stains over his manhood from the arena lights. The whole thing was unbelievable. In a sudden, embarrassing turnaround he found himself 2-1 down, one more humiliating fall away from being utterly swept by the Lord!

"No," Albert murmured to himself, shaking his head and trying to stand steadily to face his opponent. "Not again!"

As the haze in Albert's eyes finally disappeared, Triton looked to see the blue-haired brat slowly coming to after having put him into such a heavy state of exhaustion, he practically went asleep after that climax...oh well, Triton just had that kind of effect on people it seemed~

"Oh, sounds like someone's FINALLY awake. How was your little nap, my sweet Princeling? You seemed to have made a mess in the meanwhile." Triton pointed out, smirking with a devilish attitude as he taunted the blue-haired wrestler. He stood up confidently, reclining against the ropes in his corner as Albert took the time to regain his stamina and stand back up. The entire time Triton just held his usual smug look upon his face as he looked down on Albert, mocking him with his gaze as he awaited his return so they could finally begin the next, and likely final round.