This one has a fun, cocky energy with a playful, trash-talking vibe.
TeeJay told me he had to wrestle his buddy Mark—a dopey bodybuilder turned surfer with muscles for days and a memory like a goldfish. Mark LAX wrestled a little as a kid, but he’s the first to admit he doesn’t remember much. Not that he thought it would matter. Especially against TeeJay, who wasn’t as big, or as strong, or as, uhhhhhh —well, Mark kind of lost his train of thought there.
You get the idea. He’s big, bronzed, and built like a tank, but he’s not winning any spelling bees.
The two had been messing with each other all day, throwing playful jabs and trash talk back and forth. The car ride over was filled with taunting = and detours after getting lost. It didn't let up when they arrived to the arena and by the time the two were ready to step on the mats, they were both daring the other to take a whiff of their sweaty armpits.
TeeJay came at Mark full of energy, only to get swatted away like a pesky mosquito. He kept charging
TeeJay knew he was in for a challenge when he agreed to wrestle his buddy Mark—a musclebound surfer bro with a short attention span and a long list of victories in the gym. Mark LAX had wrestled a little as a kid, but ask him for details and you'd get a blank stare. Not that he thought it mattered. Especially not against TeeJay, who wasn’t as big, wasn’t as strong, and—well, Mark kind of lost track of his point there. Let’s just say he had zero doubts about who was the alpha here.
The two had been at each other all day, throwing taunts and jabs like they were already mid-match. The car ride over was nonstop trash talk, and things got downright nasty when they started daring each other to sniff their sweaty armpits. By the time they hit the mats, they were fired up and itching to settle things.
TeeJay struck first, charging with his usual speed and energy, but Mark barely flinched, swatting him away like an annoying fly. He kept coming, only for the big man to scoop him up in a crushing bearhug before slamming him to the mats with ease. TeeJay fought back, trying everything—speed, scrappiness, even hopping on Mark’s back—but nothing worked.
Mark just toyed with his frenemy - forcing the light-haired hottie to wrestle most the match with a gigantic wedgie exposing his pale ass.
Mark was having too much fun playing with his food, locking him in cradles, grapevines, single-leg crabs, camel clutches, and Boston crabs, making sure TeeJay felt every second of his control, even the playful sting of some ass slaps from the big hands of Mark LAX and grinding his pelvis into the prone, helpless body and ass of the captive pretty boy. He couldn't help put mess up the wanna-be models perfectly groomed hair.
The smaller stud squirmed and struggled, but in the end, he had no choice but to admit defeat—and take a deep whiff of Mark’s ripe, sweat-drenched armpits as his final humiliation.
TOTAL RUN-TIME: 19 minutes, 31 seconds
