Father/Son Gay Tag-Team Match

I could see David whispering into Hugo's ear, taunting him. The nature of his barbs became clear when David began twerking and thrusting his hips against Hugo's ass. With each rotation, my son's hardened cock pushed against Hugo's oiled hole.

Maksem was steaming with anger. I was concerned too. The two younger wrestlers were thinking with their cocks, and not their brains. David should have ramped up the pressure of his hold to finish the round, but instead he was enjoying dominating Hugo. And Hugo could have easily rolled out from under David, but he was too distracted by the fear of getting fucked.

Still, as my son's bubble ass pumped back and forth, I wanted to see him penetrate Hugo. It would change the vibe of the match. Get the crowd securely on David's side.

And that's exactly what David did! Hugo moaned loudly, "Oh nnNOO! FUCCKGHGHGHHH!" and I knew that David was inside him. I could see the outline of his lengthy dick sliding in and out of his opponent's entrance. Damn that was hot!

"Do you give!?" David asked, increasing the pressure, and humping Hugo's juicy melons.

"Oh shit! Oh shit!" Hugo panted in time to David's thrusts.

"Choke him out!" I yelled to David. "Forget about the rest, just finish him!" That's when David made a crucial mistake. He looked to me instead of focusing on Hugo.

Enraged, Hugo elbowed David hard. He had expected to crush David, not be fucked—especially for show as part of the match—and he was boiling with rage. He clawed and raked at my son, but there was nothing I could do.

David recovered, but had lost his advantage. Soon, they were tangled up in twin scissor holds; calves wrapped around one another's necks. Both of them had worn themselves too thin, and everyone could see that this was going to decide the round. Whoever tapped, or blacked out, first would lose.

They twisted and rolled, but neither of them accepted defeat. I could see David struggling for air, and Hugo was coughing as well, so I knew he was in the same boat. Then it happened. Hugo stopped struggling. His movements became weaker, and weaker, until he offered no resistance, and eventually his calves fell away from David's neck!

The referee counted, and at 3, Hugo was out. David had won the round!

He looked just as shocked as Maksem, but I knew my boy could do it! He lay there breathless, so I climbed into the ring to help him up. "You did it!" I said. "You did amazing! I can't believe you managed to dominate Hugo like that!"

"Dammit," Hugo coughed from behind us. Maksem was there now, examining his apprentice. I was glad to see that Maksem looked genuinely concerned for Hugo's wellbeing. The father in me empathized with him, but the warrior in me was going to use that against Maksem. He had started this fight, but I was going to finish it, and I was going to finish it on top.

"It's up to me now," I told David. "Rest up. Either way you'll need your strength." Fear flashed in his eyes again, but he accepted my words—he knew that the fate of his ass was riding on me now. No pun intended. He turned to dismount the ring, but I stopped him, and swatted his lengthy member. "And when did you get so good with this, huh?"

"Oh, come on! I was raised by the best," he sighed, jumping down and out of the ring.

"And you've come very far," I called after him. I was very happy for David. He had exceeded my expectations for this fight. His performance wouldn't be forgotten. Even if Maksem won and had his way with him, other senators would still be interested in David. His performance had been a feat in itself.

Maksem knew it too. That's why he was stalking back over to me. "New stakes," he barked. "You lose, and Hugo and I double fuck your boy. You'll watch."

"You can't go changing the stakes like that anytime you want Maksem. Just like you can't force others to fall in line when they disagree with you."

He was angry. Very angry. He had expected Hugo to win. And he certainly hadn't expected David to fuck his apprentice mid-match. That was usually reserved for complete squash matches—the fact that David managed it (twice) was a blow to Maksem. He needed to give the audience a spectacle in order to diminish David's achievement. I wasn't going to give him that.

He growled, "Fine. I'll fuck your boy so hard, his victory won't matter."

"Wait," I smiled, "I never said I wouldn't agree to a change in stakes."

Maksem turned around, hunger written all over his face. "Oh?"

"New stakes. If I win, then David will fuck Hugo, and I get to fuck you. But, if I lose, you get to fuck David, and me. All or nothing. This way, we can settle everything." It was a plan that suited me either way. If I won, then I would get revenge on Maksem—I could erode some of his power. And I wanted that. But if I lost, then David wouldn't be getting fucked alone.

"You must miss my cock," he eyed me warily. "Fine, if you're so eager to get ass-fucked, then I will be happy to oblige you."

We called the referee over, and explained the change in stakes. Our wrestling partners gave us their blessings, and so did the crowd. It was all or nothing now.

The match would resume in just a few moments. David wished me luck from the sidelines, while Hugo did the same to Maksem. The predatory part of me observed Maksem's beautiful jock-clad ass as he did so. I wanted to spread his bountiful cheeks apart, and pay him back for what he'd done to me. And purely out of spite, I also wanted to make him watch David fuck Hugo.

He turned, and understood my thoughts. He smirked. We were both ready now—ready to dominate and fuck.

The third and final bell dinged, and Maksem and I hurtled together in an epic test of strength. We'd both gone for low grabs and were straining our arms together near our waists, so that our foreheads and chests were pressed together.

"I'm going to fuck your hole wide open," Maksem spat.

"As if... you're going to get what's coming to you!" I ground back at him.

"We already know that I'm going to win. I won the first round—" I kissed him—partially to shut him up, and partially to distract him. And also because I wanted to. The crowd gasped (and so did David.)

Maksem was taken aback but went with it. Our tongues battled for dominance as we struggled to out muscle one another. I could feel Maksem over-extending himself into the kiss—he wanted to dominate me sexually, and I was banking on that.

His arms gave little by little, and then I had my opening. I out-muscled him, and pinned his arms behind it back. He jumped to break the hold, but it did him no good.

I locked my arms around his midsection, and sneered "Tough break!" With that, I flipped him to the ground. Maksem went down with a heavy thud, landing on his back and with his legs in the air. I caught them, and after taking hold of his ankles, pressed my heel against his crotch. "Do you give?"

"Fuck you!" he snapped. I pressed more firmly against his crotch, and he groaned.

"Do you give?" I repeated. He flailed, trying to roll out of it, but all he managed to do was roll onto his stomach, and make me switch arms. I pressed harder against his balls.

"Awwrhhrkkg! No!"

I began to pull his legs wider apart and push forward, thereby forcing Maksem to arch his back. Keep in mind that I still had my heel pressed against his crotch. This was a painful, and humiliating hold—I wanted him to give.

Maksem's butt strained against his jock due to my hold. I decided that it was high time my opponent be totally naked. I deftly removed my heel from his balls, and dug my toes through the waist band of his jock. After kicking upward from under the waistband, his jock ripped away. "Ha!"

Maksem chose that moment to yank his leg forward, and I was pulled down on top of him.

I tried to wrap my arm around his neck, but he elbowed me, knocking me back. The next thing I knew, Maksem grabbed my balls and squeezed. Now it was my turn to be punished. "Awwkkkggh!"

I grabbed at my crotch in an effort to break his grip, but he held firm. "You fucking piece of shit! Tap out!"

"No!" I bellowed, kicking at him. I missed, but he'd had to let go in order to dodge the blow. Unfortunately the moment didn't last, and Maksem was already back on the attack. He began stomping at me, and it was brutal—I could hear David cry out in dismay.

After I was sufficiently battered, Maksem halted, and then sat on my chest. His thick cock resting on my chin. "Give, or I'll gag you with my dick," he panted.

I didn't reply. The weight of him on my torso was suffocating me—I had to act quickly. My next move was risky, but I decided to chance it. I curled my abs, and brought my legs up and over Maksem's chest, trying to pull him backwards into a hold.

The move only half worked. Maksem arched himself in an effort to escape, but neither of us were technically in a position to do anything else. His meaty rod also rested on my lips now—the crowd seemed to like this. And I could work with them.

I opened my mouth, and tongued at the slit of Maksem's erection. He gasped! "You like that?" I asked him, my voice hoarse. The crowd cheered.

"Mhmmmmm."

I rolled suddenly, hoping that I'd fried his brain a little. I hadn't. Maksem rolled with me and caught my waist.

"I'm going to make you finish what you started!" he huffed, before spanking my ass hard repeatedly.

I crawled forward, and felt Maksem pull at my jock. The next thing I knew, he was moving to stuff my own jock into my mouth.

"Eat it!" he yelled, spanking my bubble butt again.

I grabbed his arms, and tried to trap him, but he began squeezing me with his thighs. We rolled around furiously, each trying to clobber the other.

Eventually, we struggled to our knees, where Maksem managed to lock me into a quasi-nelson hold; his arms binding mine behind my head. ...He was also pushing and pressing his hard-on up my taint.

Maksem whispered into my ear, "Give..."

"Fuck no! I'll—"

He dropped the nelson, and wrapped his arms around my neck. He was going for a sleeper now. Shit! I felt my airway constrict, and then my vision began to blur. The match couldn't end like this!

But it was... He had caught me.

"Fuu..." I exhaled blearily, while trying to pry away his arms from my neck.

"Break the hold, dad!" David yelled. Damn. I was going to fail my son. Maksem was going to have his way with both of us. Shit...

In my panic, I decided to try and flip him. I was sweaty and oiled enough that a flip might just work. So I hunched forward with all my strength, bringing Maksem with me. He tried to keep himself on the mat, but I wouldn't let him. Then, I rolled head first.

For a second, I thought Maksem was going to break my neck with his grip, but he couldn't hold it, and fell away. YES! Sweet freedom!

I felt dizzy and weak, but I still rose to my feet. Maksem looked impressed. "Never seen anyone escape a sleeper like that. You're going to be a well-earned fuck."

I just shook my head at him (for the second time.) I felt too winded to reply. Besides, I was saving my energy for his impending attack.

And he did attack—ferociously in fact. He lunged forward, punching my gut as he did so. He wanted to keep me breathless. It was a smart strategy.

Sadly for Maksem, I also punched him, and the force of his lunge made my fist hit his jaw much harder than he expected. It wasn't enough to K-O him, but the blow left him dazed.

I staggered forward and caught Maksem in another bearhug. My neck was raw, so I couldn't let him try and choke me out again—so I maneuvered my grip around his arms as well. He struggled, and it was difficult to keep control over him. Our bodies were just so sweaty and oily. In the end, I couldn't hold him, and had to toss him against the ropes.

I felt exhausted. Maksem was a tough opponent, and I was beginning to think that I could not beat him. But David was cheering for me, and I wanted revenge as well, dammit!

Maksem charged, and I met him in yet another grapple. This time it was rougher. Both of us were running out of energy, and needed something decisive. Maksem grabbed under my thigh in an attempt to topple me, but I got his throat and shoved him back. We went on like this for a good minute, straining against one another. Maksem had bulk, but I had speed.

Somehow, I managed to initiate a crotch lift, and it worked. I raised Maksem up from his lower stomach, and hoisted him upside down, thereby forcing his face against the mat. He thrashed around, but I held him there; one leg over my shoulder and the other draped over my knee. He was pissed! "Do you give?"

He grunted, and clawed at my legs, hoping to break free. It looked like this hold wasn't going to cut it, but I knew what would.

I shoved Maksem down, and pinned his neck with my knee. He tried to roll out of it, but didn't manage to escape. I turned myself around on his back, and prepped for my next move. I was going to get him the same way he had got me in the first round: a camel clutch.

Maksem wheezed erratically as I locked my arms around his neck, and pulled backwards. "Fuck you!" he hissed.

"Tap out!"

"Fuck you!" he repeated. Hugo was shouting for him to break free, but I wouldn't let him.

Maksem bucked at me furiously, and I was in danger of being toppled at any moment! I needed to end this.

I transitioned my hold into a sleeper, wrapping my arms securely around Maksem's throat. He saw the danger, and struggled against me that much more. I could have asked him to tap out, but I didn't want to waste the energy. I was just going to knock him out.

He shook me, and bucked me, but I wouldn't be moved. I held his face against the inside of my elbow, and squeezed with all my might. Soon, his massive body began to slow. His struggling became weaker, and weaker, and then... it was over. He stopped resisting, and I felt him go limp.

I held the choke for a few seconds longer, but then collapsed on top of Maksem. "Count him out," I told the referee.

"1..." I lay there on his warm body, hoping he didn't get back up, because I would be finished if he did.

"2..." Nothing.

"...3!" Maksem had lost! The crowd erupted into cheers!

I continued to lie on top of my defeated opponent. He was my prize now, and my mind slowly realized that my cock was sandwiched between his cheeks. I liked that. My cock definitely liked that.

"Fuck yeah! Dad you did it!" David exclaimed, jumping into the ring and sliding down onto his knees in front of me."

"Go commend Hugo," I told him. "Don't gloat either. He's in for a lot." David gave me a mischievous smile, and did as he was told.

"Whuuu" I breathed. "Close call." I moved my arms underneath Maksem and began to gently squeeze his pecs, "Wakey, wakey, Maksem."

He started with a jolt, and moved to buck me.

"You lost," I whispered matter-of-factly into his ear.

He stopped moving. "Damn you," he grumbled.

I nipped at his neck, "To the victor goes the spoils." He gave a surprising chuckle, but with me lying directly on top of him, it felt more like the rumblings of a dragon. I continued massaging his pecs. "I thought you had me a few times."

"So did I," he groaned irritably. Though, notably he had relaxed and was even flexing his behemoth ass against my cock. It felt good—I circled my hips in response. We were grinding against one another now. "I'm guessing you won't be so gentle shortly?" he asked.

"It's your turn to be fucked ragged. Pay-back."

"I'll bare it."

"We'll see." The referee was walking over, so I got up. I had a raging erection and the crowd wanted to see me use it.

David had brought Hugo into the ring—he looked angry, but resigned.

"Congratulations," the referee said to David and I. "As per the stakes," he gestured to me, "your vote stands, and," he looked to Maksem and Hugo, "your opponents are at your mercy." The crowd roared with anticipation.

I nodded to David, and he brought Hugo forward to Maksem. "Both of you. On your knees!" I commanded. They complied. Maksem rose, and Hugo fell beside him.

I walked up to Maksem, and motioned for David to the same with Hugo. Our dicks were level with their mouths. Maksem looked up at me, waiting—he didn't look resentful; he looked curious. Slowly, I pressed my dick against his face, rubbing it up and down against his cheek and stubble. He kept his eyes on me the whole time, waiting for my command—he knew the game. But I was going to surprise him one way or another. I was alpha here.

Next, I put a hand on Maksem's head and guided him over to my son. "Lick my son's cock. Hugo keep going."

Hugo had already enveleoped my son, and looked a little perplexed. Maksem didn't miss a beat though; he began kissing his apprentice, and tongued David's shaft in the process. David moaned in pleasure.

David placed his hand over my own and began to steer Maksem, as well as Hugo. He made them trade off for awhile. Then he looked over at me and said, "Try it," before prompting our opponents to taste my cock as well.

"Mhmm. Feels good," I sighed as Maksem took me into his mouth. "Hugo, lick my balls." He complied. "Switch." They did. "Hugo, get back to sucking my son's dick... your his bitch now." That seemed to cut the younger man, but it was a lesson he needed to learn. I planned for my son to rise to far greater heights than Hugo.

Maksem stuck out his tongue, and I beat my cock against it, before penetrating further into his warmth. He gagged.

"Take it," I ordered, while shoving more of my length down his throat. Maksem almost managed, but eventually gagged again. I shoved him off my dick, and backwards on the mat. "Stay."

He looked up at me questioningly, but did as he was told. I let the moment stretch, but finally brought my foot to his mouth. "Lick it," I said. A murmur went through the crowd. Maksem licked my foot until I inched it away from his tongue, and brought it down onto his adam's apple. "Who does your ass belong to?" I asked him.

"You sir," he replied quietly.

He knew what I wanted, but that didn't mean I was going to let him off easy. I pressed my foot down harder on his throat. "I asked who your ass belongs to?"

"You sir!" he repeated, loud enough for the audience.

"That's right. I won it because you were cocky... And now I'm going to fuck your hole. I'm going to teach you how a true alpha breeds his prey. Now tell me why you lost, and what your punishment is!"

That struck a nerve with Maksem. He growled, "I lost because I was cocky, and now you're going to fuck my ass as punishment."

"Good," I smiled down at him, before descending to my knees, and sitting on his chest. The tip of my cock was resting on his lips. "Suck it." He did, and I began to arch myself back, slowly enough so that my dick remained in his mouth. When I stopped, my head rested squarely on his lower abdominals—his belly made a great cushion. Next, my fingers found his dick, and I began to stroke him absently, "Very good."

He must have liked what I was doing with his cock, for he began thrusting against my fist. That wouldn't do—I was in control, not him. I slowed my pace. He bucked, and I slowed even more. He didn't stop suckling me though, so I brought my other hand down onto the head of his shaft.

"Beg for it," I told him.

I felt the cold chill of air on the tip of my member, and then I heard him say, "Please, please don't stop."

"Better." When he took me back into his mouth, I resumed jerking Maksem's cock, both hands held over my head and wrapped around his girthy arousal.

I looked over at my son. He had Hugo ass-up in the air, and was switching between rimming and fingering him. "You like that?" he asked.

"Mhmm-uhhuh!" Hugo offered.

David spanked him hard, "I asked you if you liked it!"

"Yes sir! I like it."

"Good! Now get on your knees and kiss my dad while I fuck you." Hugo rolled over and got on all fours, before edging forward to face me. He looked hesitant, but I gave him a quirk of assent, and he came in for a kiss. Our lips locked, and I explored his hot mouth with my tongue.