Don't call it a rematch?
Isn't it a rematch?
Neither Ringside at Skull Island or Muscleboy's website actually call it a rematch.
The obvious appeal of a rematch can cause quivers of excitement. One man wins the first bout, so he's happy. But the other is miffed about losing and maybe makes unfounded claims that things weren't fair the first time or has been working out, training hard for months to get another shot and prove himself the tougher man. He makes a challenge and maybe he claims his opponent is chicken if he doesn't accept. Then the winner either feels obligated to prove himself or... maybe he's just fantasizing about the fun of an easy win over a lesser fighter and the ways he can sexually torment his prey. Who totally asked for it in luring him back into the ring only for things to backfire tremendously.
Though, in my case, this call to re-collide was more of a: Who Knew? With the heavy lip-locking Leo is doing on his corner valet-sideline cheerleader, Alex Costa, I was expecting more of a Lover-Not-A-Fighter situation. The eventual tension in this locking of horns surprised me! And I can't tell you how long I've been waiting for this kind of a surprise! I haven't been able to see Armond and Leo's first match. But, however it began, it must have ended with a sense of urgency. A trace of some business left unfinished. A flicker still smoldering. Because here there be fire!
Armond waits, none too patiently, to get started; "This is a wresting ring, not a wedding ring," he retorts to his opponent who can't keep his eyes - or lips - off the prize! The bell rings for the 2nd time and Leo separates from Alex's face almost looking starstruck. He turns in Armond's direction and Armond asks if he's (finally) ready.
Leo engages Armond in circling him around the ring, having kept him waiting before- they lock up. But Armond overpowers Leo instantly, charging him like a bull into the corner, laying into him with a barrage of blows to the upper torso and head. He mounts the joining ropes, trapping him (not quite cowering but low) in the corner, and in a rage-filled tone says- "I told you you weren't ready. All you did was piss me off!!"
Leo takes quite a little beating, clutching the top ropes and groaning, shouting, "awhFuck!" I don't think he expected this from Armond. (Not yet, at least...) But then Armond's hot-blooded fury turns slightly lustful. He grabs Leo's head with both hands and starts smothering Leo's face in his crotch! But if Leo's best bet was for this to keep Armond's wrath at bey? No such. Armond pulls his crotch away and belts Leo in the head again before leaping down.
Leo stumbles out of the corner as though in a daze, trips, and falls face down on the canvas.
Armond is all over Leo like his skimpy yellow trunks and grabs a fistful of his blond hair. Ready to pull him up to his knees...
But, for reasons all his own, Armond is one-track-minded this time. He grabs Leo's head from behind again and plunges it back into his crotch, humping his face and gyrating his taste into Leo's mouth.
As the interpersonal dynamic of this re-colliding of the beefbods continues to define itself, Leo makes his first ploy to dominate the now borderline-humiliating rematch and bashes Armond's balls with a swift arm between his legs. Sending him down to the ring canvas. Hard.
As Armond cradles his balls and squirms on the ring canvas, hiding his face in embarrassment while he groans, rocking himself back and forth trying to fight through the blow to his manhood- Leo does a spritely victory skip around Armond's laid low body. Something in the air or the ultra-aggressive, angrily commanding way Armond behaved earlier has gotten ahold of Leo's imagination; he's not content to let Armond just grunt out the groin pain and continue the bout at Armond's convenience. He jogs over to Armond's boots to wait for Armond to stand up so he can be right ontop of him the split second he gets to his feet. Armond shifts his body away and climbs up onto his hands and knees in a position to begin to crawl away (perhaps more to gesture that he doesn't find Leo a worthy opponent and to not have to look at him whilst he attempts to compose himself after this takedown). Leo is not going to be ignored and throws a volleyball-serve balled-up fistbump between Armond's legs, re-stimulating the agony of the previous full low blow! As Armond thrashes about in renewed pain, candyboy Leo trots off to get a heel-approval mini-makeout session with seduction Prince, Alex Costa.
Leo is distracted surprisingly easily from Alex's lips; just the slight hint of rebellious "no, he will not get the best of me" in the tone of Armond's furied grunts as he struggles to try to make it back to his feet calls to Leo. He turns away from his corner of passion with a real game, energized look on his face. From Alex's physical stance behind the ropes, however, something additionally adversarial just may be brewing against Armond. Alex looks combative and ready to pounce! Armond at first wants revenge pretty badly and almost makes it to a standing position but he falls back down. Leo is pumped and hops right back into the fight with a spring in his step.
Armond again being turned away from Leo inspires Leo to take matters into his own hands and bring the two together once more- he flips Armond completely onto his back, where Armond keeps one hand covering his bruised crotch. Leo wants to add more injury to insult and leaps into the air to bring a big flying stomp down upon Armond's vulnerability. He fails to hit his chosen target with any amount of significant impact, so he rolls Armond up with his ass fully exposed to the open air and drills Armond's ass with headbutts again and again. (And again and again!) (WOW, Leo is serious about this rematch!)
With another victory lap around the ring, Leo is pleased with himself. Smiling with an impish beam. But, even with pain in multiple locales, Armond won't stop moaning about his crotch discomfort. Both his hands cupping his balls, causing Leo to remember his airborn stomp really didn't land the way he'd intended. He apporaches Armond at the boots again and spreads his finally humbled opponent's legs good and wide; first with his hands, then with his boots- making sure there's nowhere Armond can hide now. Leo aims a kick at Armond's wrists- but, again, really misses catching the main area of Armond's crotch except with a weak tip of his boot. Armond plays up his reaction, making a big deal out of Leo's attempt to really nail him downstairs. Maybe it still hurts a little but Leo suspects he can punish Armond's groin a sure deal harder. His next stomp lands perfectly and Armond's hands fall to his sides.
Leo wraps Armond up nice and tight in a really pro headscissors and a look on his face that means business. (I may have missed their first match but I'm still adjusting to Leo's temerity here.) He tugs and wrenches Armond, tighter and tighter. Even gyrating his pelvis to add a nasty squeeze and stretch to Armond's head and neck. I won't lie: this was the moment that really turned me on to Leo's hotness. That bratty punk expression on his face is irresistible!
Leo's 100% heel turn has already been dazzling to watch. But he wants to humiliate the hell out of Armond, so... He spreads Armond's legs (again!) while absolutely cradling Armond's head against his thigh, turns his face to Armond's to closely watch his reactiont to what he does next. And he flutter-slaps Armond's balls! Armond jerks his body away from Leo's busy hands but since he's stuck in Leo's headscissors, he can't move out of the danger zone. Though Leo's next move is more inriguing: he grabs Armond's speedo-shaped trunks by the waistband and opens them to his lustful gaze...
After this sexy brief interlude, the look on Leo's face gets much meaner! (What the heck brought this on?!) He turns to his corner of the ring where Alex awaits and summons Alex into action. Alex enters the ring and approaches Leo, who vacuums him into a face-sucking liplock... while you'd better believe Armond is still splashing around trapped in Leo's brutal headscissors, kicking his legs as hard as he can like it may do him any good. Leo, perhaps tiring of the hold, sends Alex back to the corner (behind the ropes) and lets Armond go. Armond splats flat on his stomach and Leo swiftly finds a comfortable spot behind Armond and stomp kicks him right square in the butt! Armond bounces, almost uneffected, and sorta just lays even flatter- only clenching his butt muscles and lifting his legs slightly when Leo does it again. Leo does it 4 times in total! (Can Armond possibly, in any fathomed universe, come back from this demolition of his reputation??)
Armond makes a few more frustrated (or angry?) grunting noises and Leo practically doesn't hear him. Instead, he starts dragging Armond's body by the boots toward his corner (but not too far yet) and sets him up for a crab stretch. Performing in front / for the potential amusement of his mantoy, Alex. Armond does not like this and starts squealing immediately. Something about Armond's voice during all his jobber moments sends Leo into enthusiastic heel mode. He starts stomping on either side of Armond and thrashing the weak hunk's legs, adding some turbulent friction to Armond's strained torso/back. He finally asks Armond: "you give?" Armond resolutely shouts back: "No!" He bodystraddle slams Armond again and repeats: "you give?" Armond stays strong: "Fuck no!" Leo tightens the move with a stronger lockup of his feet and adds a pinching hair pull while repeating the body slamming to hopefully quake some sense into the suffering stud. To no avail. Leo apparently wants this submission or wants to really penalize Armond for not giving it to him, so he releases the hairpull and belts a few balled fists at Armond's thigh and crotch! Armond's shouts are so hot, I can't believe it. He collapses to the canvas, groaning again. Leo returns to Alex's embrace and they enjoy each other some more.
Armond cups his aching balls again. Leo lets pleasure massage his concentration and doesn't turn around right away as Armond starts to get up. Is this where fortune suddenly favors Armo... Nope, Leo makes good time with kissing practice and sauntering over to his thoroughly roughed-up opponent to find Armond still can't quite make it off his knees. Leo grabs a fistful of Armond's hair and both men suck-in and seal their lips shut in equal expressions of defiance. Leo gets a little revenge for earlier when Armond tried to shame him by grinding his crotch in Leo's face in the corner. He smothers and gyrate-humps Armond's eyes with his package while Armond grunts in dissent. But no hope of retaliation!
In no way does Leo look like kryptonite but he absolutely is taking Armond apart, brick by brick! With his hand still full of Armond's sexy hair, Leo utterly and totally humiliates Armond by slowly dogwalking the dreamy musclejock on-hands and knees over to the nearest corner where more package-to-face rhythmic smothering takes place. There truly are fewer finer sights than Armond's breathtaking body at the mercy of another wickedly hot guy making him crawl. His every last minor sculpted, chiseled movement statuesque and devastating. Leo stops momentarily only to take in the view of Armond's butt, rub it and spank it a couple times.
Leo turns his head to Alex to showoff his humping moves, away from the corner he's occupying with his toy of an opponent, giving Armond just the chance he needs to get a lick in. He grabs the ropes with both hands and lunges forward with 2 headbutts to Leo's belly. (Somewhat predictably) the first only makes Leo shift his head, almost in wonder of what Armond is actually doing (this boy is doing his best to put on his toughest shell but... Armond might not quite be hitting this bout with all that he's got) (or maybe he barely trained) but the second finally causes Leo to slow down. Armond steps back a couple paces and Leo shuffles about in the corner, unable to stabilize himself; and - like it never went away - Armond's attitude returns, he has no respect for Leo's heel abilities. He grabs the back of Leo's head and shoves him down to the ring canvas. This time, Leo meets the floor flat on his front. Armond is quick to nail him in the back with 3 hard boot stomps.
Tellingly, Leo takes his punishment a lot better than Armond did. And maybe that's what pissed Armond off before. So, to score some easy points in effort to revenge-humiliate lucky Leo, Armond starts drill-kicking Leo in his ribs and waist in a path sending him to his own corner of the ring where Alex waits. Making Alex watch Armond swat Leo's (bigger?) body around like a soccer ball. Leo crawls around in the corner on his hands and knees, nowhere to go. Alex watches, deciding to stay impartial (for the moment). Armond watches too, either taking a moment to enjoy his power or waiting for Leo to try to make a move. He doesn't, so Armond nails him with another kick. Leo just keeps flailing. He starts climbing to his feet slowly, grabbing each rope closer to his face which he can barely show to look over his shoulder at whether Armond is ready to wallop him again. He makes eye contact with Alex but Alex stays behind the ropes, emotionless. No one on his side? Alex finally decides to try to intervene - when Armond steps up and starts grabbing Leo's hair in his hand - by reaching over the top rope and grasping Leo's forearm very lightly. But not enough to stop Armond from prying Leo away from him.
Armond's control over Leo now is so hot, I feel I could cum at any second! He flips Leo over onto his stomach and forces him to crawl away from his safe corner, closer to the center of the ring, on his hands and knees- his hair in Armond's clutch. Leo is so thoroughly down to size, he even puts his palms together in a praying gesture and... Begs Armond for mercy!
What other choice does Armond have but to grab Leo and just throw him to the ringfloor? Except to add some crab-style leg stretching to maximize Leo's regrets about his earlier show of aggression. With some added contorting of Leo's upper half, Armond has the boy devastated and pretzled real good. With Leo absolutely trapped and unable to weasel out from this hold, Armond then starts counting Leo out to win the match.
But, then - as fate would have it - Alex finally leaps to action! He lunges into the ring, grabs Armond by the ankles, and pulls him off Leo- breaking the hold, destroying Armond's advantage and undoing his momentum in completely controlling Leo! Armond is absolutely steamed. He furiously pounds the ring canvas and supernaturally teleports to full standing position, eyes burning with fiery intensity at Alex... signalling (to us) with his next decision (to literally turn away from Alex and try, try again on Leo) that he just can't do anything to stop this dominance-diffusing interference. He cannot do anything to get revenge and put Alex in his place, or he'd risk Leo staging a comeback. Alex peacefully returns to his no-longer-impartial home behind the ropes. After this utterly ego-obliterating pause for humiliation and manhood checking by Leo's glorified sextoy, Armond tries to reassert his bad boy power play on Leo by marching back over to his floundering body with an "I'm not done with you" bravado barking and weakly pointing his finger at Leo, calling him out...
But, wow, is it ever too late by this point for Armond to hope to pretend what just happened to him didn't happen. Leo strikes with lightning speed and low blows Armond with a hard arm between his legs back down to the canvas of the ring, leaving him in familiar position. Leo shamelessly sneaks back off to his and Alex's corner for more flirtacious asides while waiting for Armond to start getting up again. When he does, Leo zips back over to Armond to spank his butt. Followed by boot stomps to the butt and thigh. Leo's even more in his element than before as he scoops Armond's delivery-ready body into a gorgeous, cradling sleeper hold- Armond's torso snugly fit between Leo's thighs. A look on Leo's face so masterful, mighty, and downright elegantly lording... that soon turns punkishly masculine and almost angrily defiant of Armond trying to fight through it. Again, I feel so desperate to know how their first bout went. Has Leo been waiting to settle a score? (Or... what?)
Now Leo has Armond fully knocked into dreamland, no chance he can stop Leo from whatever he might want to do next. He lays Armond's body on his back, ignoring Alex completely while Alex peers on in the background, and starts peck-style kissing Armond's heavenly bod- mostly his neck and face. Tiny, ginger pecks. Then, he starts to strip Armond's wrestling trunks down. But not off. He covers Armond in a body-hump position and slowly, quietly gyrates a little over him while landing more small kisses.
He climbs off, slaps Armond gently over his now exposed butt 2 times, then returns to stripping Armond's trunks down further. But only to his ankles. He flips Armond's body over but lays down beside him. Rattling Armond awake, he offers him fuller kisses. Armond does not refuse. The two start really getting into kissing each other, leading to Armond trying to push his own trunks off the rest of the way with his boot(s). Leo rises to his feet, takes hold of Armond's trunks and tosses them to the other end of the ring.
Leo is a different man, standing tall over Armond who again is on his knees- the intimacy and passionate equality to their kisses shatters as Leo begins to undo the strings on the front of his trunks, reaches in, and strokes his cock. As Armond turns to face Leo, the expression on Leo's face is clearly one of lording and citing obligation on Armond's end. Either Armond silently agreed before the bout began to serve Leo in this way if Leo got the better of him or Armond believes Leo will be relentless in topping him in more painful moves if that's what it takes to make Armond fully submit. I fully believe Armond would have continued fighting if it weren't for the lust of those kisses. He sinks into Leo's crotch as Leo pets Armond's head. They make space between them to continue kissing spiritedly, the camera pans to a different angle and we see Armond has his now-hard penis in-hand and is jerking himself as their lips collide.
Leo pulls out his dick and Armond puts his mouth over and on it, instantly. Leo throws his head back and moans in pleasure. Armond goes all-in to make Leo really react. Leo towers over Armond as he lays down flat on his back, Leo rubs his hard dick over Armond's lips...
Leo strikes the ring canvas 1, 2, 3 to announce the technical end for the "fight." But... this also spells the end of Armond's fleeting moment fooling around with Leo, because... Leo seals his inventive domination of hot-headed Armond with a fitting gesture of humiliation: leaving Armond literally hard-up with no-satisfaction and a reputation crushing loss for the cameras with not even the incentive of a final jackoff fling with the winner, Leo struts back over to his corner- symbolically suggesting he's turning down Armond to choose Alex instead. Alex picks Leo up in a classic Swamp Thing-esque body carry position and walks him off. To be alone or just to find some other place to make fun of Armond together.
The End.
