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Is that a roll of cash in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me? "So you're my number one fan, huh?" Kieran Dunne smirks when a clearly awed, slack-jawed Rafael Valmor shows up for the private posing session he's paid for. "Yes, I am!" Rafael eagerly admits, visibly star struck as his eyes remain riveted on Kieran's magnificent muscles flexing in front of him. "I would love to wrestle with you," the smolderingly sexy Brazilian beauty hints, not so subtly. "If you want to wrestle, you've got to pay me a whole lot more than you paid me for this posing session." Instantly, Rafael whips out a massive roll of cash and places it eagerly in Kieran's hand. To say that Kieran has come a long way in his wrestling career would be a major understatement. When he first arrived as an 18-year old, bright-eyed, babyfaced gym bunny, opponents lined up to get their hands all over his magnificent young rookie body. No longer the beautifully bulging jobber of his early career, these days Kieran has both the experience and athleticism to make him a serious competitor. A lot has changed over the course of his storied career, but one thing has remained constant. Kieran adores his mouthwatering reflection in the mirror every bit as much as his infatuated fans do. His number one fan isn't exactly a stranger to the BG East mats, either. The Latin heartthrob nearly burned the place down in his debut erotic mat match a couple of years ago. Fans have been begging for another look at Rafael's luscious, lean body and obvious lust for full throttle erotic wrestling. But it took a private muscle showcase with his longtime wrestling infatuation, Kieran, to lure the sexy rookie back to the mats. "What's your favorite hold?" Kieran asks. Rafael doesn't have to think long. "I love your headscissors!" And just like that, a fanboy fantasy comes true as Kieran spreads his gargantuan thighs and inducts his number one fan into the mouthwatering mysteries of coming face-to-crotch with Kieran's power. "You like that?" Kieran snarls, allowing his prey to stroke his crushing quads. To the muscle boy's complete astonishment, Rafael enthusiastically replies, "Yeah!" And here's the first place the fan fantasy goes off the tracks for Kieran. He simply has no idea just how lustfully this adoring fan can suck down punishment and keep begging for more. The muscleboy crushes and pries, squeezes and pounds, and if anything, Rafael is turned on harder and ramped up hotter than ever. The second surprise for Kieran is the discovery that Rafael became an unabashed fanboy back in the day when Kieran was our most luscious jobber. The Brazilian battle boy's not so secret fantasy isn't just wrestling Kieran. It's controlling him, possessing that phenomenal physique, owning ever bulging inch of Kieran's masterfully crafted body. And Rafael has the mat skills and savvy to make it happen. Exploiting one of many moments Kieran is distracted by his own shimmering image reflected back in the mirror, Rafael strikes like lightning. He drops the narcissist to the mat and rips his legs apart hard. Suddenly, he slides forward, sitting on Kieran's face, stroking the muscleboy's legs, strumming his abs. He pumps his lean hips, grinding his sensational ass in Kieran's babyface and making his fondest wrestling fantasies really come true. Rafael's dream-cum-true turns out to be Kieran's worst nightmare. Up to the final few minutes of this sexy barnburner confrontation, it's unclear whether Kieran's experience and muscle can save his mouthwatering bacon. There's one thing you can count on, though. Kieran has never faced a tougher challenge from a more amorous admirer! "I'm not quite done with you, little boy!" We know a lot of BG East fans will agree when we say that Billy Lodi is the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet. Out of hundreds of Kid Karisma's fans who entered a charity auction for a muscle worship session with the ginger beast, it was Billy who came out on top. "So, you're the lucky contest winner, huh?" Kid Karisma asks as Billy finds him flexing his spectacular physique in nothing but tiny and very sheer silk blue bikini briefs. "Excited?" Kid Karisma asks. "Very!" Billy replies a little nervously, coming face to face with BG East's three-peat Best Butt award winner and one of BG's most popular and biggest stars. "The rules are you get to touch my body," Kid Karisma flexes his massively peaked biceps in Billy's face by way of invitation. Billy's eyes bug open wide. "Enjoy it," Kid K instructs, unnecessarily, as Billy eagerly palms the massive muscles, silently biting his lip and thanking the wrestling gods. "Just let me know if you have any questions," Kid Karisma offers, shifting his weight to one foot and flashing a sensational side chest pose. Billy has wrestled some of the biggest studs and most popular muscle stars at BG East. So it says something to see him dumbstruck and drooling, just a bit, to get his hands on Kid Karisma's physique. He does fans proud, taking a long, very slow, very aroused journey exploring the hard earned gains of the ginger muscle star's body. "Feel these powerful glutes," Kid K commands, directing Billy's hands up his flexed hamstrings to dig his fingertips into those award winning glutes. A most muscular pose inspires the awed lightweight to study every climactic pectoral peak and seductive crevice, his fingers slowly strumming southward down the sharply ridged foothills of Kid Karisma's diamond-cut abdominals. But when Billy's exploring fingers lustfully wrap around that tantalizing, pendulous package, the muscle star slaps his hands away. Billy grins slyly. "But, it's a muscle isn't it?" And, of course, he has a point! "That's out of bounds. You understand me, little boy?" Kid Karisma demanding complete attention. "You get to touch everything else, though, all right?" As you, might imagine, however, self-restraint is not a prominent feature of Billy's fan fantasy. And who could blame him! Repeatedly, his hands stray to take full measure of the forbidden fruit. "Freaking kids don't ever listen nowadays!," Kid Karisma snarls, ever one with a quick quip, slapping him so hard that Billy flies across the room. "I said not to grab that, did I not!?" Billy smirks defiantly, "I don't remember." Perhaps Billy should be forgiven for his memory lapse. Any true fan of Kid Karisma's body (of work) can sympathize with the temptation of measuring up every last muscle. But forgiveness is not on Kid K's mind, particularly after Billy latches hold with a breathtaking ball claw that brings the cocky muscle man to his knees. The lightweight contest winner savors every second of this magnificently muscled god momentarily at his mercy, stroking his alabaster inner thighs, squeezing that world-class ass again and again. Bending the ginger beast backward in a dragon sleeper, Billy goes where no wrestler has gone before, digging his hand deep inside Kid Karisma's swelling pouch and sizing up the most tantalizing muscle of all. Billy may end up regretting the liberties he takes with Kid Karisma's verboten ball and chain. The physique star pounds him into submission again and again, angrier and angrier. Bearhugs, a rack, a boston, Indian deathlocks, a face full of Kid K bulge and revenge ball claws make the boundary crosser wilt, but beating him into submission is no longer enough. "How's it feel to be a winner?" Kid Karisma smirks ironically, staring down at his worshipper now squashed like a bug. "The muscle show is done, but I'm not quite done with you, little boy!," he warns, hoisting his wasted fan across one shoulder like a trophy to strip him naked and teach this naughty boy the private lessons he so richly deserves.