Pistol Pete might be packing serious heat in his skimpy thong-bikini, but the pistol in his pants can’t stand up to the muscular guns that Kid Q brings to the table. Kid Q’s massive quads constrict Pete’s neck in a prolonged scissor that drains the stud’s body of its last ounce of resistance. Toying with his prey, the bigger man pulls the dazed boy toy up to his feet and slaps on a sleeper hold with juuuuust enough wiggle room for Pistol Pete to squirm and writhe as the oxygen is gradually cut off to his brain. Throughout the remainder of his doomed struggle, as Pete’s arms grow limp and flaccid, his crotch pistol remains semi-hard and cocked even in the throes of defeat.
Who wants to dominate me while I am wearing that?😈Want to wrestle, beat me up, breathcontrol, tie me up and abuse me (or in the best case all those things together)?😈
Famous wrestle musclehunk Scrappy gets absolutely manhandled by former jobber turned heel Brendan Byers. As our doomed boy toy moans in pain, Brendan flips Scrappy over onto his stomach and locks him in a brutal camel clutch sleeper hold. “No! Please!” Scrappy begs for mercy, but his pleas fall on deaf ears. Brendan sadistically chokes the life out of the poor hunk’s body before victoriously slamming his boot onto Scrappy’s gorgeously jockstrapped ass. Flipping Scrappy’s limp form onto its back and pinning the lifeless stud’s body only adds insult to injury.