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Friday, March 1, 2024

The Rerun: Frederik vs Ash II

 

[This story takes place after The Gould Brothers Take Control.]

[Previous story  Frederik vs Ash.]

 

 

The Rerun:

Frederik vs Ash II

By 

The Mangler

Once again, the wrestling ring at the local gym was drawing a small crowd.  Many of the observers were from the local wrestling league, where both combatants were referees: one current and one former.  Others were friends of the two combatants.  Tonight’s match was a replay of a previous match between the two.  Except tonight’s match would involve both boxing and wrestling, with either discipline being used whenever the wrestlers wanted it.

To say there was no love lost between these two was an understatement.  Frederik was an arrogant ass who thought he knew everything about anything but especially boxing and wrestling, while Ash was truly well versed in both disciplines.  Many had felt Ash to be a by-the-book type of athlete until they saw his actions at the first match between these two.  However, they had seen no further indication of any heel activity in his reffing until the match between the Gould Brothers and the Heel Faction in the UWA, where his reffing seemed not up to his usual standards.  However, in Ash's wrestling league, his reffing was still even and fair.

After his humiliating beatdown during their last match, Frederik hired an excellent boxing coach and began serious training under him.  He actually listened and accepted suggestions, which meant he had to control his narcissism, which was hard to do, but the end goal would be worth it.  He had changed reffing to a different league so that he would not have to suffer the abuse and humiliation from the wrestlers who had seen his defeat.

On the other hand, Ash had simply continued with his training, which was already progressing nicely.  The atmosphere in the ref’s locker room had improved greatly without Frederik around, but Ash was still looking forward to beating his ass again and showing him who was the real man.

Ash had refused to allow Caleb to ref this match as he was a friend of Frederik’s and had learned of Ash’s actions during the last encounter.  It was finally determined to let Kayden, a wrestler known and liked by both combatants, control the match.

Kayden, 6’2 and 200 pounds, walked out of the back of the gym and jumped onto the apron, over the ropes, and into the ring.  He wore a standard ref’s outfit – a black and white striped shirt, black pants, and shoes.  He greeted many of the fans in the small audience that was present. While in shape and strong, he was not overly cut and usually wrestled as a face. 

Frederick was the first wrestler to come to the ring.  He stood 5’11 and weighed in at 190 pounds.  He had dressed in his standard wrestling attire – black square-cut trunks and black boots.  He was wearing a pair of 10-ounce red boxing gloves.  A noticeable bulge in the trunks indicated he wore a protective cup.

As he crawled into the ring, he nodded at Kayden, who nodded back.  Ash, 5'8 and 185 pounds exited the back room and headed toward the ring.  He was dressed in a pair of red boxing trunks with matching red wrestling boots.  His boxing gloves were also 10 ounces but were black. The loose boxing trunks made it impossible to see if he was wearing a cup, but everyone bet he was.

As Ash slipped into the ring, Kayden made sure he stood before Frederik, so there was no funny business.

Once Ash was in the ring, Kayden called the two combatants to the center of the ring.

“Okay, this is a boxing/wrestling match so that either discipline may be used.  Gloves are required for any boxing activity, however.  Otherwise, standard rules apply.  Any questions?”

“Yeah,” Frederick said.  “Do you have an ambulance on standby to take what’s left of this prick to the hospital?”

"Fat chance, douchebag," Ash retorted.  "You're the one who is going to need an ambulance."

"Alright, Alright already.  Enough with the senseless posturing.  Tap gloves, step back, and wait for the bell."

Surprisingly enough, the two combatants did as instructed and stepped back.  Kayden signaled for the bell, and the match was on.

Both boxers raised their hands into the defensive position as they began maneuvering toward each other.  The most apparent thing that Ash noted was that Frederick was moving more naturally and in a better-controlled fashion.  His hand placement had also improved.  It was obvious that he had been taking lessons.

As the two approached each other, Frederik threw a few feints, testing Ash’s defenses.  He closely observed how Ash moved and responded to each thrust.  After throwing one punch, Frederik noted that Ash tended to move his hands up to further protect his face.  Wanting to take advantage of this, he used his non-dominant hand to throw a similar punch.  As Ash made to move his hands upwards, Frederik responded with a right-hand punch which landed squarely in the abdomen.

Ash stepped backward and brought his hands down slightly, and Frederick responded with a series of rapid-fire punches, most of which either missed or did not do much damage, but the final punch was an uppercut that caught Ash squarely on the chin, slightly stunning him.  Realizing that Frederik would come in with another series of punches, Ash responded by stepping in and clinching with Frederik.

This caused Kayden to step in and separate the boxers, giving Ash little time to re-orient himself.  The two then approached each other and exchanged a series of punches and blows that were annoying more than anything else.

Frederik skipped backward and hit a wet spot on the mat, causing him to slip slightly.  Ash took advantage and delivered a roundhouse right, putting his opponent down on the mat.

Kayden was immediately over and started counting.

“Cheap shot,” Frederik said, and he quickly regained his feet. 

“Nah, taking advantage of a situation, like a good boxer does,” replied Ash.

Once Frederik was on his feet, Kayden made sure he was steady before stepping out of the way to allow the two to continue to box.  Ash rushed in and began throwing punches immediately, trying to catch Frederik off guard. He was somewhat successful as he forced Frederik back against the ropes, where he was able to deliver several body shots before Frederik could get off the ropes and back into the ring.

There began a series of feints and back-and-forth punches, with neither boxer scoring a decisive blow.  Both bodies were covered with sweat, and you could tell they were beginning to tire.  This was not a regulation boxing match so there were no "rounds" and no breaks.

As Ash and Frederik danced around the ring trading blows, Frederik moved in such a manner that Ash was near the ropes, so he moved laterally to get more space.  Seizing the opportunity, one of Frederick's friends reached under the bottom rope, grabbed Ash by the foot, and yanked backward, throwing Ash off balance, and causing him to drop his hands and lean forward, where he was met with a solid punch to the jaw followed by the opposing fist landing an even more devastating punch driving him back into the ropes where he flung his hands to his side to maintain his balance.  Frederik took advantage of the opportunity and delivered a 1-2 punch to the abs, followed by a punch to the nuts.

“He is on the ropes; break the action,” Kayden began before the low blow occurred. 

“Watch the goddamned low blow,” he screamed at Frederik.

Frederik responded by spinning toward the ref, saying, "Well, how about this for a low blow,” before delivering a full-strength punch to the ref’s balls, followed by a full-strength punch to the chin, knocking an unsuspecting Kayden to the mat and dazing him.  As soon as Kayden hit the mat, a couple of hands reached under the ropes grabbed his ankles and pulled him out of the ring and onto the floor, where his ref’s shirt was quickly removed before one of Frederik’s friends locked on a sleeper hold which he held until Kayden was out. 

Once unconscious, two men pulled Kayden to one of the corners.  They produced two pairs of handcuffs and proceeded to cuff each of Kayden’s wrists to the bottom rope, one on each side of the ring post.  The man who had applied the sleeper then slammed his hand into Kayden’s upper back, bringing him back to the world of the awake.  It took Kayden a few moments to process what had happened and where he was.

"Goddamn it, you fucking assholes. Release me this min…" Kayden demanded until the pouch of a sweaty jockstrap was forced into his mouth and tied in place by the straps.

“Enjoy the match,” the two laughed as they walked away, leaving a struggling Kayden tied to the corner.

When Ash’s friends tried to head to the ring to help, they were restrained by the UWA wrestlers and Frederik’s friends.  The wrestlers in the league were interested to see where this was going, while Frederik’s friends wanted to make sure he had free range to do as he wished, especially after the events of the first match. 

Another wrestler, who had already stripped off his own shirt, slipped on the ref’s shirt and slid under the bottom rope and into the ring.  Ronnie, “The Rulebreaker,” was a wrestler in the league that Fredrik used to ref in and that Ash still reffed in.  As his nickname implied, he wasn’t interested in following the rules.  This actually made him dislike Frederick, who, as a ref, strictly enforced the rules, but he was willing to put that dislike aside to assist in breaking the rules –at least temporarily.  

While Kayden was being attended to, Frederik had rushed to the ropes where he grabbed Ash around the lower abdominals, lifted, and squeezed, putting Ash in a modified backbreaker, which, because of the boxing gloves, he was not able to fully apply as locking his hands was difficult.  He turned with his opponent and charged into the nearest turnbuckle, slamming Ash back first into it.  He then threw each of Ash's arms over the top rope where two of Frederik's friends were waiting.  They each grabbed a gloved hand, unlaced a couple of inches of laces holding the gloves on, and used the strings to tie Ash's hands to the middle rope.

Meanwhile, in the ring, Frederik had lifted each of Ash’s legs and draped them over the middle rope.  Ash was now strung up and spread open in the corner.  Frederik began using Ash as his human punching bag as he practiced the boxing moves he had been studying intensely.  There was no sloppy footwork or poor positioning. 

Frederik's form impressed Caleb, Ash's trainer, and the ref for their first match.  He had improved A LOT over the last few months of training under his new trainer.   Caleb knew he should probably try to assist Ash, but he had felt some guilt at his actions against Frederik during Ash’s and his first match, so he decided to let things play out.

Ronnie, the new “ref,” stood by watching and not saying anything except occasionally he would lightly admonish Frederik and push him back, only to allow him to return to his actions.  Frederik worked his way up and down Ash's body, delivering blows to the chin, the chest, the abs, and occasionally the balls.  The sweat was flying off his body as he worked.  Many of those in attendance were impressed by how much his boxing form had improved over the last few months.

Ash had initially been protesting, but after several chin blows, he was barely aware of what was happening and only grunted with each blow.  Finally, after delivering a blow to the balls, Frederik turned toward the ref and held out his hands. The ref quickly helped Frederik out of his boxing gloves, where he then delivered a couple of bitch slaps across Ash’s face bringing him back to awareness. He then pulled the top of the boxing shorts out from Ash’s body and slid his hand down the front.  He found the protective cup and maneuvered it out of place, finally pulling it out altogether and tossing it into the crowd.  They cheered as this had just gotten more interesting.

Frederik stepped to the corner and grabbed Ash by the balls with one hand and by the back of the head with the other.  He forced Ash to look him in the eye as he squeezed his balls.

"See, I can also play dirty, you fucking, cheating bastard."  He then spit in Ash's face and nodded to the guys outside the ring.  They untied Ash's hands and removed the boxing gloves while Frederik continued squeezing the balls.  When the hands were free, Frederik dropped his hold, turned his back to one of the ring ropes, reached up with his hand, and palmed the back of Ash's head.

“Now for a wrestling lesson,” he shouted, forcefully driving Ash’s head forward.  With his legs still draped over the middle rope, Ash’s body had no place to go other than downward into the mat, where his head impacted hard.  He was again seeing stars.

Frederik laughed as he reached down, grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled Ash so that he was now parallel with the ring floor.  He hooked both hands under Ash’s armpit and jerked backward into the ring, pulling forward until Ash’s legs cleared the ropes.  As soon as they did, Frederik dropped his hold and Ash slammed chest and chin first down onto the mat.

Not giving Ash time to recover, Frederik sat on the lower back, pulled the arms up and over his thighs, locked his hands under the chin, and pulled backward, placing Ash into a perfect Camel Clutch.  For fun, he hooked his index fingers in the edge of the mouth and pulled them apart.  Ronnie could see the fishhooks but did not say or do anything about it.  To increase the pain, Frederik would occasionally bounce up and down.

Releasing the Camel Clutch, he turned 180 and sat on Ash's upper back.  He bent each of Ashley's legs at the knee, hooked the ankles under his armpits, and pulled upwards, placing Ash into a Boston Crab.  As he pulled up, increasing the pain, Ash responded by grunting and slapping the mat with his open hand.

“Do you wish to submit,” asked Ronnie.

“Fuck off,” was the reply.

Once he was tired of the hold, Frederik dropped it and decided to try a new hold that he had seen.  He pulled Ash to his feet using a combination of the trunks and the hair, went behind Ash, and locked his hands around the waist.  He picked Ash off the mat, turned to a nearby turnbuckle, and sat Ash atop the turnbuckle facing outward.  He then pulled each leg between the first and second rope, locking the ankle ankles under the second rope.

Then, standing back-to-back with Ash, he reached up over his shoulder, grabbed Ash's head, and pulled backward and downward until Ash's body was parallel with the ring floor.  He pulled down some more, stretching out the quads and the back.

Ronnie ignored the fact that Ash was locked into the ropes and simply asked if Ash submitted.  Ash refused.  After holding the hold for a moment, Frederick stood up, twisted around, and locked Ash's head under his pit.  He then used his free hand to pound fists into the stretched-out abs and chests.

Ash’s friends in the audience were yelling at Ronnie to break the hold because of being in the ropes, but Ronnie simply ignored them.

Frederik finally released the head, causing it to fall downward and placing Ash into a modified Tree of Woe.  He then began slamming boots, fists, and elbows into the abs.  Again, Ronnie ignored this until Frederik slammed a fist down into the balls; at this point, he gently admonished Frederik.  Frederik just laughed and walked away, doing a double-biceps pose.

Ronnie freed both ankles from behind the second rope. When the second ankle was released, Ash's upper body slid down, slamming his head into the mat, and then Ash fell face-first down onto the mat.  He was immediately met with a series of stomps and knees to the lower back.

Ash was pulled by his ankles into the middle of the ring.  Frederik did another biceps pose for the audience and then walked around to Ash’s head.  He reached down, grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled Ash up.  When Ash was up on his knees, he used his right arm to deliver a pump handle between Frederik’s thighs, slamming into the balls.  He immediately dropped his arm down and repeated the move.

Frederik dropped his hold on the hair and stepped back from Ash with his hands going to cup his balls, for although he was wearing a cup, he still felt the blows – just not as much as he would have without it.  However, he was playing it up to make Ash think he was hurt more than he was.

“Hey, goddamn it, watch the fucking low blows,” Ronnie screamed as he stepped in front of Ash.  “You know low blows are illegal, and if you do something like that again, I’m going to disqualify your cheating ass.”

“What about his low blows?” Ash demanded.

“I haven’t seen any deliberate low blows from him.”

“Bullshit,” screamed Ash.

Ronnie stepped up so that he was next to Ash.  “You accusing me of being biased?  Are you, you fucking piece of shit?  I am calling this damned match down the middle.”  He then pushed Ash physically backward.

Ronnie continued to berate Ash, and he made sure he kept himself situated between Ash and Frederik as Frederik, holding onto the ropes, recovered from the ball shots.

Ronnie signaled behind his back that he was about to step away.  He stepped away from Ash, leaving the space between Ash and Frederik free.  Frederik tried to take advantage of the movement by kicking Ash's abs.  However, Ash had been prepared for the maneuver, so he caught Frederik's leg and pressed it between his arm and chest while he began driving kicks up into the right thigh, making sure to stay away from the groin.   He didn't trust Ronnie.

After the third kick, Ash took the ankle in his hands and threw the leg to the side, forcing Frederik to turn with his back to Ash, who then delivered a forearm smash across the upper back.  This caused Frederik to move forward, and Ash refused to let up, continuing with the smashes until Frederik was against the ropes.

Ronnie started in the direction of the two wrestlers, but before he could get there, Ash grabbed Frederik around the waist, pulled him back into the ring, and then lifted him and fell back in a suplex, driving Frederik's shoulders and the back of his head into the mat.  Not giving Frederik much time to recover, Ash rolled him onto his chest before he locked on a Boston crab.

Frederik began screaming and complaining about ball abuse, causing Ronnie to go to his feet to check on the situation.  He immediately noticed that Ash had both hands locked around the legs so he couldn’t abuse the balls.

“Just watch the ball abuse,” he said.

Suddenly, Ash had to take two steps back before losing his balance.  While Ronnie had been at his feet, one of Frederik’s friends had reached under the ropes and grabbed both of Frederik’s hands and pulled Frederik, as Ash, towards the ropes where Frederik was able to grab the bottom rope.

“I’m in the ropes,” Frederik declared.

Ronnie looked up and saw that Frederik did have hold of the bottom rope, so he turned to Ash and said, “Release the hold; he is in the ropes.”

“He must have had some help,” Ash replied, knowing he had Fredrik in the center of the ring when he applied the hold.

“I saw no outside help and he is the ropes, so release the hold now,” Ronnie screamed as he got into the face of Ash.

As soon as Fredrik felt his legs being released and dropped to the mat, he rolled to his back, pulled both legs up to his chest, and kicked out, hitting Ash in the gluteus, and forcing him forward, where he ran into Ronnie.  Both the wrestler and the ref hit the mat tangled together.

As Ash tried to disengage from the ref, Ronnie made like he was also trying to extricate, but, actually, he was deliberately impeding Ash’s effort.  Kayden, still gagged and cuffed in the corner, was slamming his hands down on the mat and attempting to scream through the jock in his mouth.  He was livid at the partially shown by Ronnie.

When Ash was finally able to disengage himself from Ronnie and stand, he was met with a dropkick to his upper back, which sent him flying across the ring, into the ropes, and rebounding backward, where Ronnie grabbed the waistband in the back of his trunks with one hand, forced the other hand between the legs and slamming Ash back into the mat.  The ref then rolled away from the downed wrestler.

When Ronnie rolled away, Frederik began a series of stomps into the abs before dropping to Ash’s side and locking in an abdominal claw.  He used his free hand to reinforce the pressure.

“You give?” Ronnie asked

“Fuuuuck you, asshole,” Ash mumbled through the pain.

While Ronnie was at Ash’s head checking on a submission, Frederik released the support hand and used it to slap at Ash’s balls.

"Goddamn, it, my balls, my balls."

Ronnie looked down at Ash's abdomen as Frederik’s last ball slap occurred.

“Don’t know what you are bitching about. Both his hands are on the claw.  Must be some left-over pain," Ronnie chuckled.  Frederik joined him in laughing.

Kayden was getting extremely pissed off and frustrated in the corner.

Frederik released the claw and drove a series of fists into the abs.

“Watch the fists,” Ronnie began.

“Hey, remember boxing is allowed in this match, and all I’m doing is boxing,” Frederik smirked.

“True, true, but in boxing, you can’t punch a man when he is down,” Ronnie said but did not try to stop Frederik.

Frederik stood up, forced Ash onto his stomach, grabbed both arms, put his foot in the middle of the back, and pulled upward, locking Ash into a standing surfboard.  Every few minutes, he would raise his feet and relax the hold on the arms while he was stomping down, driving Ash repeatedly into the mat. 

He then dropped the wrists, stood on the lower thighs of Ash just before the knee, bent the calves up, and hooked them around his legs.  He punched Ash on both sides, causing him to reflexively bring his hands down toward his side, where Frederik then grabbed them and pulled up, re-applying the surfboard.  He then began rocking until he fell back to the mat, pulling Ash along with him.  He then raised his legs, bringing Ash into the air, parallel to the mat, in a floating surfboard.

After he began to tire of that hold, Frederik released the arms, grabbed the chin, and pulled Ash's head down to his chest, arching the back and putting further stress on it.  He clamped his hand over Ash's mouth and nose, restricting his breathing.  He used his other hand to slam down into the stretched abs while Ronnie said and did nothing. 

Once Ash startled, flailing due to a lack of oxygen, Frederik was unable to maintain the hold, so he rolled to the side, dropping Ash to the mat.  Once the hand was off his mouth, Ash began taking in deep breaths.

Ensuring he was in the middle of the ring, Frederik pulled Ash up to his knees.  He then got behind Ash, locked his head, face up, into his left armpit, and pulled downward, causing Ash to lean back and arch his back.  Frederik had him in a classic Dragon sleeper.  Every time he took a deep breath, all he could smell was the sweat from Frederik's armpit.

Frederik took his free hand and began caressing Ash’s chest, especially the nipples.  He then let his hand wander down to the groin, where he began massaging, causing Ash’s cock to stiffen.

Ronnie asked if Ash wished to submit, but the armpit muffled his words so he could not hear the “yes” from Ash.

Ash slowly started to fade until it became evident that he was out or nearly out, but Ronnie waited for some time before he did the arm check.  Ash’s arm fell to the mat each of the twice but on the third try, Ash was able to keep it up.  Frederik dropped the hold and stood up, giving the crowd a quick double biceps pose.

Frederik walked over to a nearly unconscious Ash before he reached down and stripped off his trunks, revealing a tight "Bike Brand" jockstrap.  He stood over Ash's head with one foot on each side and slowly lowered himself toward his knees.  He stopped occasionally to egg on the crowd.  He suddenly dropped down, burying Ash's nose in his ass crack, eliciting a grunt.  Frederik ground his ass back and forth, making sure that Ash got a could whiff of his sweaty asshole while he also reached down and stroked Ash’s cock to make sure it was still somewhat stiff.

Frederik raised both his hands and deformed them into the shape of a claw before lowering the left one toward Ash’s belly.  He slammed the claw down and deep into the abs before squeezing in, locking on the ab claw.  Ash began thrashing around.

Frederik looked out at the audience and gave a devious grin before slamming the other hand down, latching onto Ash’s balls, and squeezing the claw tight.  Ash’s thrashing became more pronounced, as did the murmurs emanating from under Frederik’s ass.

“Do you give?” Ronnie asked.

There was only a muffled sound from Ash.

“I don’t hear a yes, so I'm guessing he doesn't," Ronnie informed Frederik, who simply smiled and squeezed both claws harder.

Ash managed to lock his right hand onto the bottom rope.  Ronnie went over to check on this and kicked the hand loose from the rope.  He then dropped to his knees so he was between Ash’s hands and the rope preventing Ash from grabbing it again.

Frederik lifted his ass off of Ash’s face.

“Do you submit?” Ronnie asked again.

“Yes, yes,” Ash screamed.

"I need to hear you say it," Ronnie replied.

“I give, dammit, I give.”

"Who do you give to?" Frederik demanded.

Ronnie made no effort to terminate the match after Frederik asked the question.

Ash tried to hold out but eventually screamed, “I give to you, Frederik.”

As Ronnie started to signal for the bell, Frederik said, “I don’t think that is quite right.”  Hearing this, Ronnie shook his head at the guy manning the bell.  Frederik began pulling down on the balls as he was squeezing.

“Fuck, man, I give, no more, I give,” Ash begged.

“Still not right, boy,” Frederik responded.

Even in his pain, Ash finally knew the magic words.  "I give mas…" he began before Frederik slammed his ass back down onto Ash's face blocking out the rest of the words.  Both Frederik and Ronnie laughed as the struggle became a little more desperate.

As soon as Frederik lifted his ass again, Ash loudly screamed, “I give Master Frederik, I give.  Please, Master Frederik, I give.”

“Much better,” Frederik said as he released both claws.  When he felt Ash relax a little, he gave an open-handed slam to the balls, getting a nice high-pitched scream from Ash and fully deflating his cock.

Ronnie signaled for the bell to end the match.

“And your winner is Fred---er---rick,” Ronnie yelled as he raised Frederik’s hand as they stood over a moaning Ash.  The crowd mainly applauded.

“And that is how a REAL wrestler does it,” he screamed at the audience.  He looked over in the corner where Kayden was still trapped and shot him a double bird.

Frederik hopped out of the ring and walked up behind Kayden, who was fuming as he was still cuffed to the lower ropes in the corner, the jockstrap still stuffed into his mouth.

“That was quite hot, don’t you think?  You did such a good job as the ref.”  As he said this, Frederik grabbed Kayden’s hair and pulled his head to the side, where he then locked his lips onto the exposed neck and began sucking as hard as he could.  Kayden was going to have a very prominent hickey on that side.  At the same time, Frederik gave a tight grasp to Kayden’s ass cheek.

“Thanks for the assist,” Frederik said as he released the hair, neck, and ass and began to walk back to the dressing room.  He was joined by Ronnie, who draped his hand over Frederik’s shoulder.

“You have potential, my man.  You have potential.”

Frederik laughed as he placed his hand around Ronnie’s waist and continued to the locker room.

“I want that ref’s jersey as a souvenir,” Frederik said.

“You got it,” Ronnie replied.

In the ring, Ash was being helped up by his friends, who the crowd had finally released.  His hands cupped his balls as he was helped out of the ring.  He looked over at Kayden, who was still trapped and gave him a sympathetic shrug of his shoulders.  As he was assisted around Kayden, he whispered, “We need to teach Freddy boy a lesson!”

Kayden looked at Ash and simply nodded.  Ash was escorted back to an empty locker room, where he found that his clothes and bag had gone missing.  He would have to leave in his boxing trunks.

Keys were finally produced, and Kayden was released from the ropes.  As his hand reached up to rub at his neck, he murmured, “You are going to pay for that big time, asshole.”

3 comments:

  1. Always exciting to read those stories of sexy pro wrestlers playing badly inside the ring ! I love your stories.

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  2. I really appreciate the feedback, especially if I am told what someone particularly likes. So glad that you are enjoying them. I like doing some non-sexual stories. They can be a bit of a challenge to make them interesting, though.

    Mangler

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    1. All your stories are sexy and exciting because of the action. I love the dirty unfair matches and the twists in the plot. Adding sexual elements to the stories is always fun but I like how you have a mix - not every jobber needs to end up like Cumface: a blossoming jobber bottom

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