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Wyatt struggled to move his head but Dustin had too much leverage. He eventually forced Wyatt's head into his pit while taunting, "Go on my Canadian stub, worship your Alpha! Take in my power, feel my strength, inhale my musk. You know you want me. Let me dominate you and show you what power truly is!"

Wyatt only growled as he face was forced into the pit of Dustin. The heat from two athletic men in an intense struggle radiated from Dustin's pit. The feel of Dustin's muscle and tendons could easily be felt on Wyatt's face. Wyatt could not doubt that Dustin was strong, powerful, and quite the specimen of a man. The smell, thankfully, was a clean musk that Wyatt did not find repulsive and given any other situation, might have found intoxicating. All in all, while Dustin was not exactly his type, Wyatt found an attraction to Dustin's body. But he was here to win a match not find a love connection and thankfully, Dustin's personality was more than enough to keep Wyatt focused. To Wyatt, Dustin was too haughty. He wanted nothing more than to turn the tables and humble this dude and see how Dustin handled being dominated. First however, he needed to get out of this predicament.

As Wyatt was searching his options, Dustin released Wyatt's left arm, and immediately used his own left arm to punch Wyatt square in the exposed pec. He repeated this 4 more times as Wyatt did his best to flex his pecs to absorb as much of the power as he could. The punches, however, did their intended job as Wyatt used his right hand to cover the area that had just been punched. Seeing Wyatt stunned, Dustin sneered, "Let's beak you down nice and slowly, my piece of Canadian Bacon." With an adjustment to his position and a few more solid punches to Wyatt's abs, Dustin forced Wyatt into his new hold: a modified camel clutch. Dustin had Wyatt's legs up and locked under his arms while he pulled back on Wyatt's arms with his own. Wyatt could feel the pain center on his lower back and he clenched his teeth in order to grin and bear the pain. Dustin leaned back to increase the pressure on the back. "We'll see just how durable this hockey body is," Dustin chuckled as he focused his leverage upon Wyatt.

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(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant . Original story by me. ))

Wyatt struggled to move his head but Dustin had too much leverage. He eventually forced Wyatt's head into his pit while taunting, "Go on my Canadian stub, worship your Alpha! Take in my power, feel my strength, inhale my musk. You know you want me. Let me dominate you and show you what power truly is!"

Wyatt only growled as he face was forced into the pit of Dustin. The heat from two athletic men in an intense struggle radiated from Dustin's pit. The feel of Dustin's muscle and tendons could easily be felt on Wyatt's face. Wyatt could not doubt that Dustin was strong, powerful, and quite the specimen of a man. The smell, thankfully, was a clean musk that Wyatt did not find repulsive and given any other situation, might have found intoxicating. All in all, while Dustin was not exactly his type, Wyatt found an attraction to Dustin's body. But he was here to win a match not find a love connection and thankfully, Dustin's personality was more than enough to keep Wyatt focused. To Wyatt, Dustin was too haughty. He wanted nothing more than to turn the tables and humble this dude and see how Dustin handled being dominated. First however, he needed to get out of this predicament.

As Wyatt was searching his options, Dustin released Wyatt's left arm, and immediately used his own left arm to punch Wyatt square in the exposed pec. He repeated this 4 more times as Wyatt did his best to flex his pecs to absorb as much of the power as he could. The punches, however, did their intended job as Wyatt used his right hand to cover the area that had just been punched. Seeing Wyatt stunned, Dustin sneered, "Let's beak you down nice and slowly, my piece of Canadian Bacon." With an adjustment to his position and a few more solid punches to Wyatt's abs, Dustin forced Wyatt into his new hold: a modified camel clutch. Dustin had Wyatt's legs up and locked under his arms while he pulled back on Wyatt's arms with his own. Wyatt could feel the pain center on his lower back and he clenched his teeth in order to grin and bear the pain. Dustin leaned back to increase the pressure on the back. "We'll see just how durable this hockey body is," Dustin chuckled as he focused his leverage upon Wyatt.