I stand in the center of the arena, my heart pounding in my chest as I stare you down. The crowd around us is a sea of sweaty, writhing bodies, all of them eager for the show to begin. My eyes trace the outline of your muscles, the way they ripple and bulge as you flex for the crowd. You're a fucking god, Roger, and I can't help but feel a thrill of fear and excitement as I anticipate what's to come.
"You ready for this, Mikey?" you ask, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. "You think you can take me on?"
I swallow hard, my throat dry. "I can handle whatever you've got, Rog," I reply, trying to sound confident.
You laugh, the sound deep and rich. "We'll see about that," you say, and then we're moving, circling each other like predators.
The crowd roars as we collide, our bodies slamming together with a force that knocks the wind out of me. You're a powerhouse, Roger, all muscle and strength, and I can feel myself being overpowered as you toss me to the mat. The crowd cheers as you stand over me, your cock already hard and jutting out from your hips.
"Like what you see, Mikey?" you ask, reaching down to give yourself a quick stroke. "I know you do. You've always had a thing for me."
I glare up at you, trying to hide the flush that's creeping up my neck. "Fuck you, Roger," I spit out.
But you just laugh again, that deep, rich sound that makes my cock twitch in my shorts. "Oh, I plan to," you say, and then you're on me, your hands roving over my body as you pin me to the mat.
I can feel your muscles flexing and shifting as you hold me down, your biceps bulging and your chest heaving. I can't help but stare, my eyes drawn to the hard planes of your body. You're a fucking work of art, Roger, and I can't help but worship you, even as you dominate me.
"You like that, don't you, Mikey?" you murmur, your breath hot against my ear. "You like feeling my muscles, knowing that you're no match for me."
I grunt in response, trying to buck you off, but it's no use. You're too strong, too powerful, and I'm completely at your mercy.
"Please," I gasp, my voice thick with need. "Please, Roger, fuck me."
You pull back, your eyes blazing with lust. "Beg for it," you demand, your voice low and commanding.
"Please, Roger," I gasp, my voice shaking. "Please, I need it. I need you."
You smirk, clearly pleased with my response. "That's what I like to hear," you say, and then you're moving again, positioning yourself between my legs.
I can feel the head of your cock pressing against my entrance, and I moan, my hips bucking up to meet you. "Yes, Roger, please," I beg, my voice desperate.
You slide in slowly, inch by inch, your cock filling me up until I'm gasping with pleasure. And then you're moving, thrusting into me with a force that steals my breath away.
The crowd around us cheers, their voices a blur as I focus on the feel of you inside me. You're huge, filling me up in a way that makes my eyes roll back in my head. And then you're hitting that spot, the one that makes my entire body shudder with pleasure.
"Fuck, Roger," I gasp, my voice hoarse. "Yes, yes, right there."
You grin, your eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's right, Mikey," you say, your voice thick with lust. "I know just how to make you feel good."
You fuck me harder, your hips slapping against mine as you drive yourself deeper and deeper. And then you're hitting that spot again, that magical spot that makes my entire body explode with pleasure.
I cry out, my back arching off the mat as I come hard, my cock twitching and spurting as I ride out the waves of pleasure.
You follow soon after, your cock twitching inside me as you fill me up with your seed. And then you're collapsing on top of me, your breath hot against my neck.
"Fuck, Mikey," you gasp, your voice hoarse. "That was amazing."
I grin, my body still humming with pleasure. "Yeah, it was," I agree, my voice breathless.
The crowd around us cheers, their voices a blur as we lay there, our bodies still joined.
And as I lay there, my body still trembling with pleasure, I can't help but think that maybe this is better than being the boss.
Because in this moment, with you inside me, I'm not the one in charge. And it feels fucking amazing.