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I love wrestling two kinds of guys. The first are guys who are submissive in the bedroom. Often they are alpha dogs in their office jobs, tearing it up in highstress sales or executive roles, and they wrestle as a sideline, half for the stress relief and half because they want to break into prowrestling, even if its just at our local promotional level. They’re straight, mostly, but are so submissive that they even want to submit to alpha men who are even more dominant than they are.
The second type of man is a pure beta with some alpha tendencies. They’re very tough, high threshold of pain, and loves the physical demands of taking a beating. They can be fun to play with, but the ones I look for are biual or gay.
I’m totally (ha, totally) straight. I could never kiss a dude. My girlfriends have often told me I’m bi if not gay, but they’re just girls who don’t understand a how wide a wilderness my uality is. They couldn’t understand the pain of burning graphics into your stomach (another of my sensual, not ual, turnons) either. Let’s proceed on the idea that I’m straight but kinky as all heck. And I love the bully tropes of pro wrestling, especially squash matches, in which one wrestler is basically torturing another, even foregoing easy pinfalls to keep the match going.
Sanjay was one of my favourite jobbers to come along at our promotion, East Thunder Wrestling, a churchbasement promotion whose cellar houses a small ring and five hundred foldup chairs. We livestream our matches to an audience of about ten thousand fans. We work a lot of our matches into the Xrated/porn category, with intergender and gay matches in which one wrestler fucks the other as punishment for losing the match. Our audience is smart, and many attend both kinds of events, knowing that one wrestler who’s crushing another in a nonerotic pinfall match swallowed his opponent’s load or ate her ass out in the event last week.
Sanjay was from Scarborough and commuted in for training and events. He was big at 6 foot two, with a beer gut, a stocky frame, about 28, and married. I was still figuring out what sort of guy he was, an alphasub or a beta pig.
The difference between the two: an alphasub cheats on his woman and wants to be roughed up and utterly degraded in the bedroom. They know just what they want and tend to top from the bottom, with a grocery list of the kinks they want you to hit. They’ll never complain about you wrestling them too stiffly. A beta pig is submissive in life and the bedroom. They often are really smart professionals in the creative class: coders, graphic designers, accountants, but they aren’t bosses. They tend to be straight with biual tendencies, and they are all submissive. They are usually married. They might complain if you play too rough.
I thought I’d test him out with a good stomping to find out which he way.
I walked out to the ring looking like someone the guys want to hate on and that plenty of women want to fuck. Muscled, trim, wearing cycling shorts that hug everything tight, barefoot. I’m 6 foot 2, 200 lbs, look more like a quarterback than a wrestler. My feet are a nice feature, girlfriends have told me. Gay dudes line up to slobber over them. Medium length toes that taper evenly from big toe to little toe, high arches, and a few strong veins that start at my ankle and vanish into my foot about hallway across the arch. My toes are spaced just a milimetre or less apart, letting you imagine how easily you could part them with your tongue. My thighs are the meatiest part of me, followed by my chest and back.
Th matches between sanjaw and we were all foot fetish. Maldom foot fetish plus videos. Lot of Crush matches with the pipsqueak under the alpha male’s bare feet.
With Sanjay, I’d really enjoy going from cold linoleum floors under my bare feet to his warm, hairy pecks. My toes just held under these cords of his muscle. He was an honour to foot dom. The divider between the foot pigs and the real cucks though, is in where they’ll you put their feet. For example, of foot wrestling partner of mine had a hot wife. I wanted to
“foot” her in her ass.” He totally made it happen. I foot fucked the guy’s wife in her ass and made him lick her mess off my toes.”
But Sanjaw was sort of nice, I liked him. I could imagine having an interest in his spotify account. So I went a little easy on him. I stepped on his balls a lot. And he got wood hard under my foot. Then I actually wrestled him down onto my foot, and gagged him on toes. That’s a sign right away that you’re dealing with a sub cuck pick versus a foot fetishish. A foot fetishist goes right to lunch on your toes like he’s home. A sub cuck, wants to be Fed the foot. Sanjay liked to be fed my foot. And so I pushed him into the corner turnbuckle, put my foot way deep into this mouth. I felt for him with my toes, really searched, down this throat. I got booed really hard by the fans in the basement of the church for doubled dipping down Sanjay’s throat with me bare foot.
What I found the hottest was Sanjay’s wife Rajinder shouting at the ref to keep my foot out of her husband’s throat. She looked and played a really tough character with tons of dignity as the women’s champion, and her husband is gagging on my toes in front of big audience with a massive hardon under my other barefoot. I was thinking of actually cock gagging him. Actually springing my dick and making him throat me.
This was just a weakness in me. So I took my dick out and pushed it into Sanjay’s feminine mouth.
“Ref, that’s not a legal hold. Get his dick out of his throat.” Rajider belted. I’ wanted Rajinder. I wanted to fuck her with my foot. In his ass, and pussy. But I also sort of wanted her to gag me on HER Feet.
His shoulders were so relaxed as I hugged his head around my dick. He wasn’t a pure foot fetishist gay man. He was a pig for abuse of all kinds. He would welcome swallowing sperm. So I kept humping his really soft throat until I came like a geyser and she swallowed and swallowed. And some sperm made it onto his face.
I hadn’t cleared this move with Sanjay. Not the come swallowing, certainly. She was a very good wife. She ran into the ring, pulled me off her husband, and began to french with him. Lick my semen off his face.
I kicked her in face. Then I stepped across her face, and then got my toes into her mouth. “Not in my mouth!” she screamed, as I reach way back into her throat with my toes.
The fans loved it. It was a two hundred pound mustached man humiliating a married couple.
The referee, a stout fat woman, pushed Rajinder out of the ring. That left a cuckpig in the ring with me. I just pushed him down. Then I stepped on his face, and then his big dick. I was on him, like he was a board, standing on him. Rajinder barked, “Get up, Sandjay, don’t just let him walk on you!”
As she screamed at him, big really twitchy dick under my foot unloaded, and his face was twisting under the ball of my foot. I so respected Rajinder, even knowing what a great ual wrestling performer she was.
I stayed proudly on his face and dick as he wife began to lap up the semen in the ring that exploded out from under my foot. She was so loyal. So come hungry.
I dug my toes into Sanjay’s handsome lips. I hit him in he cheek with the head of my cock. And that was the match. Basically. We’d each wrestled, lost things, come, and it had been a good squash match. Lots of feet. Lot’s of footwork.
Then, comes the aftermatch show, where the wrestlers will have with the audience. I had a lot of dudes who looked like really straight dudes lick my toes. Straightness is hot. Barefooting on straight men who just want to be cucked is hot. There’s something really hot about Sanjay, who is so straight, but uttely a cuck, loves to eat my foot in front of a crowd. And without scripting it, took my load in lots of swallows in front of his wife. How did that make her feel?
Her husband’s peak ual experience is with a straight dom who will invade his ass with his foot. And not with her at all. And she serves. Loyally. Bitches at me to “Do something besides gag him on your foot!”
She was smiling at me, politely after the match. “Well, you really know how to market those meaty feet of yours. Tasty toes.” So, what can I indulge you for? You beat my husband into a pool of his own come that I had to drink. So, now we’ve prepared the angry ual audience you expect me to sacrifice something to you. Maybe you want to fill me.
She was so athletic ually. She smiled. I opened her legs and soon had my foot in her vagina. She smiled at the pain, of my toes working in her. The pussy juice on my toes I used to lube her ass, reaching into his anus, her guts, with my toes. That really astonished her. She wasn’t surprised to be licking her ass butter off my invading feet. She was so professional. She opened herself up so willingly.
She was so classy. She kissed my big toe. She didn’t need to do that. She needed to suck her ass grime from my feet for the camera, true. But she didn’t have to kiss my toe.
“You certainly have a ual charisma. Just turn a BAREFOOT squash match ual, and get the poor man’s wife having to pay for his loss with her body cavities. Your feet are y. It’s a honour to have my anus and guts played with by your toes like a piano. For everyone to see. Im a careerist in porn.. No woman has been stretched like you stretched me with your feet. Now I’m more famous than you are.” She smiled. She might be right.
That night I spent the night with the couple, at their loft. It was mostly me feeding Sanjay my cock and spunking hard down his thoat or having Rajinder eat my ass. Then she did something that changed me. She has very cool feet, moist, and she put her toes into my ass. Next I knew, she was pushing her toes into the back of my throat. She’d footfucked me. She smiled, rubbed her toes across my lips. Smiled. Knowing twenty minutes ago I was opening her up with my bare feet like an alien autopsy. I opened this woman’s ass.
She smiled at me, and she pushed her foot into my cheek. She has a dainty foot, small, and she buries it inside my cheek and mouthkicks me.
She hugged me. Because she was essentially impressed with me as a ual performer. Wrestler.
I wrestled her the next day. It was ten minutes of foot squashing her. We were finding a professional respect. I stood on her big breasts, squashing them under my feet. Then I stomped on her vagina a few times. It felt like stepping on a dude’s muscular chest, feeling his pectorals under your feet. Stepping on her vag. I pushed my toes inside her. A simple move. She yielded. And she smiled despite her role of good girl ual wrestler, every minding the rules. And me, the heel, always breaking the rules.
I just needed to feel my toes in her mouth. And she really hugged my big toes with her lips. She tried to submit me by rimming me from behind, with her very nimble tongue. But then, I put my foot in her face, parted her lips with the tips of my toes. I put my foot in her mouth. And she smiled. Holding my foot in her mouth. Just happy to make me happy.
Later that match, I stepped on her face. “Why do you always do that?” she asked, laughing, my toes hooking into her cheek.
“What?” I asked.
“Feet, feet, feet.” Where does it come from?”
I don’t know. I just love to step on ual partners. And there, for a few hours, I just came in her mouth over and over. After I’d make Rajinder gag on my dick, I’d get excited and full of sperm, and she’s start swallowing, laughing sometimes, as all the spooge I was shooting into her mouth. She had such a great sense of humour.
I kept my feet in her face most of the match, then I did something strange. I spread her buttocks and tossed her guts with my tongue. She was surprised. She soon had my toes deep in her throat, and some time to spend wondering why I’d eaten her buttery ass.
I began to fall in love with a woman who kept honouring me as a performer. Always playing to my strength and savouring my feet. She really worked her tongue hard to scrub my toes in front of the wrestling audience. She understood the power trip. The squash match. That I was going to foot gag her husband. Make it humiliating. Make a grown man kiss my feet in the wrestling ring. She understood she was married to a squash, a jobber, who was going to get walked on, literally, by me. She understood she was going to have her peak ual experiences with me. Even though she wasn’t a foot woman herself. She got it, the foot obsession. She played her role. But for her it was submission, not the foot itself.
The next evening, I was standing on her tits again and she was screaming for the referee to assert herself and get me off her rack. Then I reprised my villainy from the after hour show, I plunged by foot way up her ass. She was shocked. It was a major nonscripted moment. She sold it like a queen, howling in pain as I twisted my foot in his anus. Then, after foot her ass about eight times, I took my foot out. It was moist, but clean. And Rajinder, the consummate performer, just goes to work licking the moisture from my feet.
She’s so supportive. She gets on your page artistically, and she keeps kissing my foot at little moments during the match, that nobody can see. She kisses my feet all the time. Like she’s trying to tell me something.
The match ended with a foot devotional, of Rajinder worshiping my foot with her mouth. I didn’t go further. I didn’t come all over her face.
I ate her pussy. Got my face really messy with her come. Then I made out with her. Then I sucked her toes. I never thought I’d treat a woman like that. She looked at me with quizzical look as I scrubbed her toes with my tongue.
Then, I just stepped down on her face. Turned the tables. I stepped down on her face, as I stroked my cock, ready to plug it into anyone. She didn’t miss a beat. She accepts my foot on her tongue, and accepts I’m going to masturbate all over her face.
The match continues. I hold her hand around my dick, my foot in her mouth, getting read to come. Basically she was sitting against the ropes, my foot was in mouth, and I was jacking myself of with her hand.
We were getting to be dance partners. She smiled a professional courtesy, a nod, that she’s okay to proceed, knows she’s going to get a massive comeshot to swallow. Took my foot out of her mouth, then put her on my dick. She smiled at me. Happy at what was going to happen. I came really hard, and she let two dollops of jizz to fall out of the corner of her mouth. I really blasted her.
Then she dropped a ballons worth of jizz from her lips, and laughed. She just laughed. The milk was spilt. But she did put her pretty little feet in the come and roll around in it. A few of the dudes were cleared by security as okay, and she gave them a treat. Let them ejaculate on her face. Soon they had a lineup of young men, and Rajinder was in a sperm dunk tank.
She was on a blue tarp before long, and young men were coming all over her. She was still wearing pro wrestling tights. I saw something then. A young man came hard on her feet, and a strong jet of his come erupted onto her big toe. She looked at me. Asking a question. Did I want to lick the young man’s come off her toe? She was asking. In a tender moment, she’d caught me. There was no fear of lost of her respect in having a cuckside.
She let it pass. And then she smiled a knowing smile at me and wiggled her toes wet with warm spooge. She was a hedonist.
So, as you can tell, I needed to focus on dude, and wrestling them and keeping them under my feet.
I wrestled a guy named Kurt, and he seemed pretty professional. I stood on his chest, then got a foot on his face. You don’t know if you’re dealing with a gay foot guy or a cuckpick until you put your toes or your cock in his mouth. I began to pry his lips open with my toes, and waited for him to register the next beat. He opened, and my toes went to the back of his throat. No love, no hugging of his throat around my foot. He was just a cuck pig. So, I began to hump his face until I came on it.
Then I saw Rajinder, watching as I humped the poor man’s face. “Walk on me.”
“What did you say,” I asked her.
“Walk on me. I want to be the ground you walk on. Dig your toes into me.”
Wow. I need to finish with the cuckpig. I beat the rugged faced man with my dick.
It was a pretty bland performance, but men and women wanted to watch men get their faces and balls stepped on by a meaty pair of feet.
Rajinder saw the show was flat, so she told the group of men she was letting them all urinate on your or come on her. She was so full of life. She just showed up to ringside in a hoddie and jeans and sandals. And she was spreading her cute little toes over some young guy’s dick.
“You don’t need to do this,” I told her. She had a big man between her feet and he was going to come soon. She was deft. A professional. She’d catch his load on her feet or in her mouth. She knew the key to keeping a gangbang going was turning on the next guy with something novel. She asked, “Does any one you dudes want your feet sucked?”
“I know this guy who just loves having his toes sucked. Maybe you boys want to try. It makes you feel really pretty. Let me please you. Make you feel pretty. I’m going to suck your toes, Mister.” She told this twenty year old in tshirt. And then she had his naked foot in her mouth, sucking away loyally on his toes. That was her mo. So many guys were getting hard watching her suck the twentysomething’s toes, there was going to be lots more sauce. And when guys started to come on her. She could work that into a fire of more coming.
“Oh, well, Then. I guess the foot sucking was hot, eh?” the young man ejaculated into her mouth. He thanked her. She took his foot and gave it deep kiss, even though he was clearly ashamed at coming right away just from her sucking his toes. “Don’t you dare worry, you young Stud. You filled my mouth with chowder, and it was very tasty. You just weren’t used to a girl showing you she’ll do anything for you. Do you want me to eat your tight little ass, young man?”
He looked stuck between escaping after coming ahead of schedule, and being granted a very special favour. “I’ll eat all the shit out of your ass. I’ll completely clean your plumbing with my spit and tongue and lips. I’ll clean you out. Front and rear. You can come in my mouth again.
She was making this young man’s night. She smiled at me, Knowing she’d be getting another round of men ready to come. She hugged him, dove into his ass with her mouth, and dug into him. The young men watches as she worked her mouth on his raw plumbing.
Really soon after she devoured this guy from behind, three other dudes with massive erections surrounded her. She went down on each of them. Soon she was in her element, on a tarp, and rolling around in sperm. One man after another pulled her by her black hair onto their taps and filled her mouth. She was making up for a dry show between me and the jobber.
She had two guys pissing semen off her face, like he was trying to powerwash her. She Grabbed a dick and began to chock herself on it, almost out of boredom. She was down on a man’s ass again, then sucking men’s feet, and ever pursing her lips over each dick, a pretty seal of her approval. She was laughing now, covered in semen. She wasn’t toubling to drink all the semen anymore. There was too much all over the place. She was a bukkake artist borne. She was rolling in come. She had a woman approach her, very beautiful, walk barefoot on her, letting men come on her feet. She was so corporate looking. And she stood on Rajinder, feet getting comier as young men lined up.
She was a redhead, and she stepped barefoot on Rajinder as she was dripping in come. She just seemed to want to get her toes into Rajinder’s mouth. Maybe she was a female Brutus, like me.
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