Souled Out, an erotic short story

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Why ain’t you acting like this is a national emergency?” Dusty Blackwood bellowed as she stomped around the well polished wood floor of her elder sister’s expansive room.

Why did Eleanor get the biggest room anyway?

“What?” Eleanor asked

The dang room even had a chandelier. A cut-glass crystal chandelier!

Dusty proceeded, “ The whole dang fairy kingdom should be on alert!”

Eleanor threw aside thea red and orange checker print top she’d been considering. The colors were too loud for an agent of the Fairy Best Investigator.

“Why ain’t you on Def Con 5, damn it?” Dusty was throwing her arms around like she was directing traffic on meth. This made her massive dairy wagons bounce leap and jump.

“Def -Con 5?” Eleanor swayed, herwith a sheer blue gown drapingagainst her bra- clad, perky breasts. “Those words don’t mean anything in the Fairy Kingdom.”

Dusty and Eleanor were a few years apart and mirrored each other to even the smallest details. They both had streams of blond ringlets atop their head and sky blue eyes. Their cheeks puffed out when they smiled, giving them a cute , chimpmunk- like look. Eleanor had a thinner face and often wore bright red lipstick to give her a classy, glamorous appearance.

Dusty slammed her fist down on Eleanor’s 105 year old dresser, “If I say it it damn well means something! And this means emergency because someone stole the Fairy Revolution Wrestling world championship from dad.”

“Dusty, it’s fake. The wins and losses aren’t real.” Eleanor added with a sigh. This was the 1,235 time they had this conversation

“Yer telling me that when dad got thrown off that scaffold at Nymphomania 18 by Uncle Baron and landed on the ground them carrying him out on a stretcher weren’t real?”

“He landed on padding, Dusty. Why would Uncle Baron throw dad off anything? They’re brothers.”

“We’re sisters and I’m a minute away from sending yer little ass back to the stone age. Don’t say no more, Eleanor, don’t you say no more. Unless what you’re saying is that you’ll find dad’s belt.”

“I’m a Fairy Best Investigator’s agent, Dusty. I solve real crimes. Avertt real tragedies.”

“Ain’t that what I been trying to tell you this was?” Dusty stated folding her arms bellow her jugs.

Eleanor surveyed her taut tush in the mirror, liking what she saw.

“Dusty, he probably just left it at a bar again, okay? Or actually this might be a storyline where they portray him as a drunk deadbeat derelict. Which he is. So, in this case wrestling would be real.”

“Fine then. I’ll get the belt back on my own. Who needs you anyway?”

“Why? Why should you help him?”

“It ain’t just about him. That belt belongs to the family!”

“I don’t want anything to do with it.”

Dusty just stared long and hard at her big sister. Could this woman be serious?

“God don’t like ugly, Eleanor, he don’t like it.” Dusty stated then stomped out the room.

***

Celtic Frost, owned by Fairy Revolution Wrestler Colin McNamara jr was the prefered hangout for the motley cast of Fairy Revolution Wrestling. On a regular day, werewolf wrestler Don Cello might hop behind the bar and serve drinks. Fans might spot pure elf wrestling beauty Christine Isabella Dunham dancing on the countertop, and mega star Brady Blackwood would often by a few rounds for the house.

His daughter, Dusty Blackwood, was counting coins at the bar in front a very annoyed female bartender named Nikki.

“I spent my allowance on cotton candy and a pair of boots,” Dusty grumbled. “ Hey, I’m Brady Blackwood’s daughter-“

The woman’s heavily bejeweled eyebrows arched, “Do you know how many women come in here claiming to be Brady Blackwood’s wife, or his love, or his girlfriend-

“It ain’t my fault my dad’s a handsome man. I’m his daughter. Just put my milk on his tab.”

Yes, Dusty walked into a bar and ordered milk. Not even chocolate milk. Just milk.

“Nuh-uh, Brady Blackwood has to pay up front. And since you’re his daughter tell him something from me. We fucked on the first date. That means something.”

For once, Dusty was speechless.

“Give the gal her milk,” said a slender man with a scruffy goatee and curls of blond hair as he emerged from the kitchen.” I’d hate to endure the famous Blackwood temper.”

“Okay, Colin.” The bartender stated, then headed away.

“Colin Macnamara Jr!” Dusty exclaimed, “Hey, sir!”

Colin Macnamara Jr was a three time Fairy Revolution Wrestling champion. One of the more popular vampires on the roster, Colin fit the hardcore, sex and violence ethos of FRW quite well. His character was cruel, sadistic, paranoid, reckless, impulsive, short-tempered, aggressive, volatile, unpredictable, and narcissistic. The fans loved him for it. From what Dusty understood, art imitated life for Colin.

The three time FRW tag team champion appraised Dusty. Her twin towers were all but spilling out a white tank top that was cutoff just a bit above her stomach. That phat teenage ass was scarcely covered by a pair of jeans shorts. She also wore a cowgirl hat and cowgirl boots.

Dusty looked back at him, sizing up his slender 5’10 frame. He weighed 210 pounds, far less than her dad’s muscled up 265 lbs. Though it hardly mattered since Colin was a vampire, who could be anorexic and still be bursting with strength. Nonetheless, Brady would often refuse to lose to wrestlers smaller than him no matter what their supernatural species.

“Brady Blackwood’s daughter. How delightfully unexpected,” Colin cooed in his smooth as ice cream voice. “I had not expected a genuine luminary’s daughter to visit my establishment today. Yet here she is. Brady Blackwood’s delightful daughter.”

Colin and Brady never had what wrestling purists would determine good matches. Brady was a brawler and sort of lazy while Colin was keen on throwing high impact moves. As a vampire he often threw them just a little too stiff for his non vampire co-worker’s liking. Then there was the problem that neither Brady nor Colin would agree to lose to the other, meaning their matches often ended in bizarre non-finishes.

Nikki sat a tall glass of milk down in front of Dusty.

“Drink up,” Colin said with a bright smile.

“Your kindness is without reproach,” said stately man in a suit that had to cost six thousand US dollars. His hair was parted to one side. “Especially when it concerns the brotherhood of professional wrestling.”

“Alvin Moneystacks!” Dusty yelled, announcing her recognition of the owner of Fairy Revolution Wrestling.

Alvin Moneystacks wasn’t just the loaded FRW owner. He was a three-time FRW World champion, one time Fairy Kingdom Champion, and two-time tag team champion. His character was one of the sophisticated moneyed gentlemen, a sharp thinker rarely prone to outbursts of any sort. A Chessmaster in the game of human chess. He was also widely viewed as one of the most handsome men in the Fairy Kingdom. His godly facial features were angular with high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and a straight nose. He stood 6’3 and weighed in at 245 pounds.

“I would rather our visits be kept brief, Moneystacks,” Colin stated with a glower. “What do you need?”

“I had hoped to catch this little one’s father and perhaps sus out why I no longer have a world championship belt.”

“It got stolen!” Dusty yelled, clenching her fist tight.

“The more logical theory,” Colin began. “Is that the belt was lost as the result of a bit unwise gambling.”

“My father would never gamble the Fairy Revolution World Championship away and you know that!”

“Where might my title be?” Moneystacks asked. “In the middle of a pack of trolls running wild, no doubt.”

“Don’t worry, Mister Moneystacks,I’m gonna get it back!” Dusty blurted.

“I find that rather hard to believe,” Colin folded his arms over his muscled chest. “Face facts and get a new title made before this gets out and becomes something of an embarrassment.”

Moneystacks sighed, “I believe we’re past that if rumors of where my belt is are true. Well past that. Little girl, you aim to find the championship?”

“I sure am.” Dusty declared pumping her fist. “I came here for clues.”

“Good,” the millionaire Adonis responded,

“Yes, put your trust in the child of a reprobate, Moneystacks. That is certainly the wise course of action.”

“You got something against me, son?” Dusty asked.

“I have something against all Blackwoods. I assure you it’s nothing personal, love.” Colin leaned across the bar, his green eyes boring into Dusty. “ You are not prepared or equipped to handle what awaits in the mire and muck of the Fairy Kingdom. “You are WWE. You are not FRW.”

“You take that back!” Dusty stated, leaning fiercely over the counter. Her eyes sparked annoyance.

“While the humans wrestling has gone softer, our wrestling is more hardcore than ever,” Colin commented lazily. “First blood matches between The Twilight Express and The Global Party Xchange that spill outside the arena, parking lot inferno brawl matches between Tommy “The Body” and Zack Santa Monica. Live sex shows where Christine Isabella Dunham is fucked silly. That is hardcore, Dusty Blackwood and that is Fairy Revolution Wrestling. And you are ill-prepared for the swamp and morass we FRW wrestlers reside in. Drink your milk, and go home and watch WWE.”

Mister Moneystacks black eyes journeyed up and down Dusty’s stacked little body. She stood only 4’1, her huge hard ass was poking out those jean shorts, and her huge honkers were bursting through that white tank top. She was primed to be fucked.

“Why don’t we test that theory, Colin?” Mister Moneystacks asked, rubbing his granite chin.

“Test?” Colin asked.

“Hear me out, Colin. We are not short of second-generation talent in Fairy Revolution Wrestling. What separates her from a Maxi Dunham is that Dusty has not been tested. She has not been thrown into the deep in and made to swim with us sharks. I suggest we introduce her to the world of the beasts. To test if she can be one of us and get back the world title.”

“A curious suggestion, Moneystacks. One assumes you’re not going to pit her against me in a falls count anywhere match.”

“Dear, Colin, Is it so important to you that people lower their heads in fear as you pass by? Must you always be the hated vampire? I am suggesting we enjoy all this young lady has to offer. And if she can last with the two of us we may have found the girl who can get back the title.

Nikki handed Colin a brandy. It took him a while to sip it.

Finally, Colin spoke, “Well then, girl, are you ready to sin with us?”

“My name is Dusty. And hell yes I am.”

“I do like my ladies enthusiastic,” Mister Moneystacks declared as he signaled for Dusty to be poured a drink.

Dusty got a shot of Tequila, which was way worse than milk!

“But, the meow is often sweeter than the bite.” Mister Moneystacks lamented. “I abhor disappointment.”

Disappointment? That was the last thing anyone could call her, Dusty thought. She excelled at everything. Dirt bike riding, volleyball, whatever it was Dusty was the best.. Sex was no different! She’d have these horn dogs fucked silly in a second.

They didn’t know what they were in for!

***

“I’m fine as I am thank you very much!” Eleanor declared to her director at the Fairy Best Investigator’s headquarters.

The 3’3 leprechaun blinked his beady green eyes at her in shock.

McNulty did what he always did when confusion over took him. He sniffed money. This time he ran a Deutsche mark under his pointy nose.

Eleanor sighed so hard that her artfully tousled of blond hair blew in the artificial breeze.

All she could do was watch Director McNulty swivel in a chair that was much too big for him behind his office desk that he could barely see over. It had been a point of pride for him not to buy furniture fit for a leprechaun. Thus he made do looking like a child playing boss in his dad’s office.

Some Fairy Best Investigator’s officers had qualms about serving under a leprechaun. The thinking being that miniature fae were controlled merely by greed and not by any sort of sense of justice.

Eleanor herself had been skeptical over being assigned to a leprechaun when she graduated from the academy. After all, most crimes in the fairy kingdom were committed by the petite money-grubbers. Howeber, McNulty had proved himself a fair, honest, ally of justice. Just like Eleanor.

So why oh why was he giving her possibly the worst assignment in the FBI?

“I really thought you’d be jumping for joy over this assignment,” McNulty mumbled.

“When this crime was reported to you, you envisioned I’d be happy?”

McNulty nodded so fast it made his head hurt.

“I’d prefer damnation to this assignment,” Eleanor commented, holding her celestial nose high. Though she quickly lowered it, remembering how much she disliked her nose.

“That’s being a bit dramatic, Agent Blackwood,” McNulty moaned. “It’s your own pa’s wrestling title you’re being asked to find. You don’t want to help your pa?”

“I am a serious agent. And the Fairy Best Investigators are a serious agency.”

“This is a serious crime.”

“It’s a play fighting title!”

McNulty smiled a broad smile. He had lost a few teeth as a young agent when a kelpie pony kicked him.

“It’s been contested in exploding cage matches,” He reminded Eleanor. “Parking lot brawl matches, barbwire matches, flaming table matches-“

“Stop! You sound like my sister.”

“Think of what good publicity this would be. Fairy Best Investigator’s lay the smackdown on crime.”

“That’s a WWE phrase. Fairy Revolution Wrestling says put the beats, or lay the instrumentals.”

“You’re getting into it already!” McNulty gave her a thumbs up.

“I am not!”

“Your dad was the one who reported the crime and he asked specifically for you to be on the case. How can I disappoint a loving father?”

“Hmph!” Eleanor exclaimed, arms folded under nice sized breasts. Alas, she knew she had no choice in the matter.

***

Dusty dropped to her knees, where she began prying apart Mister Moneystack’s zipper and button on his ultra-expensive slacks. Soon enough his nine inch member sprung in front of her face. Her chipmunk cheeks welled up in a smile.

This was gonna be good.

Those smiling lips were then forced to take in no less than half of Moneystack’s thrusting dick. The petite babe grunted around it as she immediately began the task of sucking. Her mouth poured out guttural groans around the dick, sending a humming sensation to his balls. That sent a signal to him; a signal that had him moving Dusty’s hands to his low hanging balls. She deftly juggled the nuts in her hands, while her lips swept across his giant member.

Behind her was the thud of Colin leaping over the bar. He took hold of her hand and latched it onto his already hard member. Now she was presented with a tough task; groping balls, fondling dick, and sucking cock at the same time.

Poor Dusty got a bit confused in her task and started a herky-jerky performance. She’d suck for a bit then remember she had nuts in her hand. She’d grope but forget to jerk Colin. She’d remember to jerk him and then forget something.

Fortunately, Mister Moneystacks made life easy on her by thrusting his dick into her mouth. The huge rod slammed against the back of her throat, making the poor gal helplessly gush cum against her skimpy thong underwear.

“How easy you give in to your carnal desire,” Colin commented. “You’ll be a slave to the heat of the mire.”

Dusty came again as Mister Moneystacks worked like a mastodon, surging back and forth into Dusty’s top hole. Drool and slobber fell upon her gigantic hooters, so much drool that she managed to lather the twin titans in spit.

“A lack of control,” Mister Moneystacks commented.

Dusty grunted around Moneystacks cock like a true beast. Like Christine Isabella Dunham during her live sex performance. As Mister Moneystacks forced more dick through her mouth, the little one’s grunts become even more beastly.

Colin took over fucking her mouth. With the vampire in front of her, Dusty felt a dull ache spread through her head as he jerked her on his thick rod. The former FRW World Champion pumped her throat full of pre-cum but still managed not to erupt inside her.

When Dusty pulled back from Colin’s schlong there was a stream of saliva connecting her cute lips to his member. It lingered there for a bit as Dusty’s doe eyes looked up at Colin as though he were a god.

In a matter of moments Dusty was forced back onto Colin’s dick by his strong hands. A hot pleasure rifled through her groin as she feasted on his fat member. Her golden brown tits continued to be soaked in drool. It was simply impossible for her to stop slobbering all over his fat dick.

There was a moment of relaxation for Colin, allowing Dusty to take control. She ran his prick along the outer sides of her teeth, feeling a buzz in her loins. The hefty meat got lodged in her chipmunk cheeks, making her look even more chipmunk like. The slutty pixie opened her mouth nice and wide and relaxed her throat. All this so she could pull his meat to the back of her throat.

On instinct, Dusty’s dainty hands found Mister Moneystack’s rod for some hurried jerking. Probably Moneystacks would much prefer a return of her cute circular mouth to his meat. However, Dusty was too into savoring the taste of Colin’s precum and juicy pole.

Suddenly Colin lost control. Dusty’s warm, wet mouth became too much for his resistances to bear. Liters of cum into her throat and down her chin.

“You last far longer in a wrestling match,” Moneystacks told Colin, who just sneered in response.

“Am I swimming with the sharks yet?” Dusty asked.

“You’re barely swimming with sea monkeys,” Colin quipped.

“Grrrrr!” Dusty snarled.

Dusty turned to receive Moneystacks’ waiting member into her mouth. Dusty had a mouthful of cock and a head full of words to describe herself such as cocksucker, slut, all sorts of words that had her gushing.

At the same time, her hands worked over Colin’s dick to get him hard again. Unlike humans, fairies could get horny with rapid ease. And even though Colin was a big star in Fairy Revolution Wrstling, Dusty doubted it was often he got to face fuck a hot eighteen year old pixie.

Pixie! Dusty wondered if these two knew she was still just a pixie. The fairy kingdom council had determined in her hearing that she was too violent to be promoted to fairy. That gave her the dubious distinction of being the fairy kingdom’s eldest pixie.

Colin grabbed Dusty’s healthy hips and hoisted her to her feet. She kept her body bent, still attending Moneystacks’ meat. But against her will, her glittering pink fairy wings appeared to give Moneystacks something to laugh at. Pixies and fairies had wings and a limited ability to fly. Though, Dusty could fly longer and higher and than just about anyone.

“Gimmie that cock if you think yer so bad!” Dusty yelled to Colin.

She wasn’t flying away from this one. She wanted dick! She got dick. The former world champion’s dick drove into her little cuny with one fierce, dominating thrust.

“Lord have mercy!” The cowgirl shouted as her sinful hole was punished by Colin’s schlong.

Dusty could say no more as the tiny tramp’s mouth was suddenly filled with Moneystack’s raging member. Like a good slut Dusty slobbered all over his beefstick as Colin’s meat impaled her tight snatch from behind. The teenage twat performed a rather sinful feat as she sucked on Moneystack’s cock while gurgling on his precum.

Dusty vhad forgotten all about the bartender, Nikki, who, got a little cheeky by producing a bottle of babyoil. A bar that contained babyoil must be home of a sinful delights. One such delight was seen when the bartender giggled as she poured the slippery babyoil all over Dusty! The stacked skank’s big ass gleamed, shining brightly as it bounced from Colin’s wild thrusting.

“Lord Jesus, thank you for these huge dicks!” Dusty shouted.

Moneystacks didn’t appreciate the teeny tiny whore not sucking his dick and promptly slapped her across the face with it. The submissive bitch oddly thanked Moneystacks then got right back to sucking his hot dog. The cock sucking obsessed cum queen did a lot less sucking and a lot more enduring as Moneystacks began savagely throat fucking her.

“MmmMmmf!” The cowgirl cried around the member. This caused heaps of slobber to fall onto the floor.

Dusty might have seemed dominant to an outside. But she was involved in doing her two favorite activities. Showing off her stacked body and servicing hot men.

Dusty was a natural, born to gobble cock and be impaled by it at the same time. From her wild grunts and groans it was clear she enjoyed nothing more than having penis pressed against her throat. It was a testament to her oral skills that she hadn’t passed out from mammoth dick clogging her throat.

This had to make her hardcore enough to enter the FRW world!

Within seconds Colin and Moneystacks exchanged knowing looks to one another. Before Dusty realized it the sweat, baby oil, pre cum and spit all combined to allow Colin to slither into her big juicy ass.

Such rear entry was far from expected for Dusty and she squealed in shock. Pain gripped her as her big bottom was filled to bursting with mammoth dong. She tried to squirm away, but Colin pumped into her like she was merely an object.

“Like mother like daughter,” Moneystacks commentsed

The teenage slut continued to service these mighty men as Moneystacks beef slithered into her pussy. The deeper the men went the more pressure it puts inside of the baby oil drenched skank.

There would be no question why Dusty must endure a wild ass fucking. Her big white ass was too glorious to resist pounding. The teen babe whimpered as her smooth, sweet crack was ransacked by the wrestler.

“Sweet mother in heaven them things is killing me!” Dusty shrieked.

“Come on,” Nikki snapped, “Your mother does this all the time!”

Moneystacks gave the blond bimbo a devastating ravishing. His joystick filled her little cunny to the brim all but tearing her wide open. Both dicks were so long and so deep inside the teen skank that they met in her warm center.

“Lord, ya’ll are killing me!” Dusty hollered

Nikki soaked Dusty big orbs in baby oil. This gave Dusty the look of a porn star with big enhanced jumbos covered in oil and two dicks massacring her sinful holes.

“Jesus have mercy on me!” Dusty wailed

The poor slut was like a sex toy, battered back and forth by two steaming stallions. Drool fell from her mouth, the little babe was unable to control her own muscles anymore. A fierce orgasm ripped across her with her juices spraying out of her stuffed snatch.

“Damn, ya’ll, slow down!” Dusty begged

Far from slowing down, the muscle bound hunks sped up their fucking. They punished Dusty’s fuck holes, leaving her dizzy and disoriented from the rush of agonizing pleasure and pain.

“Fuck that bitch. Make her take those dicks,” Nikki barked.

“Urgggh,” Dusty mumbled. “Urrrrrghhhh,”

The helpless twat has been fucked stupid, unable to do much besides mutter strange noises. Polite men might ease up, but these are alpha studs who used their erections to devastate the eighteen year old tramp. Moneystacks rammed his 245 lb frame against her and knocked the wind out of her. His crushing weight had her gasping and gulping while at the same time trembling with orgasm. At least Colin had to thrust upward, sparing her from bearing the weight of his 220 lb body.

“Yeah, fuck her hard!” Nikki ordered.

“Sweet baby Jesus, it’s too much dick!” Dusty bleated.

Poor Dusty’s complaints went unnoticed by the rock hard studs filling her up. The men’s ball slap together as they went into near warp drive hammering the skank. Our big titted heroine is helpless as titanic beef burrows into her teeny tiny body.

“Heaven help me!” Dusty cried. “I gotta be hardcore enough by now!”

But the horny hunks couldn’t resist fucking this voluptuous eighteen year old soaked in baby oil. Thus the bimbo continued to get her fill of huge meat! As the massive pricks thrust in her and mingled together she continued to tap out. But this might as well be a last man standing match as her submission was ignored.

As the blond bimbo was used like a toy, Nikki fingered her wet cunt atop a bar stool.

“Good god almighty it’s too much dick!” Dusty whinesd

It might be too much dick but the invading spears ripped another orgasm out of the helpless babe. Cream sprays from her cunt as Colin showed no signs of stopping his pummelling. Our heroine had become a depository for two of the biggest dicks in the Fairy Kingdom. The wannabe wrestler was at the mercy of two real wrestlers, one of which was brutally sodomizing her.

“Gentle Jesus, deliver me from these dicks!” Dusty wails.

Gentle Jesus must be on a coffee break as the shafts slid into the blond cutie without relent. Despite her protests, her muscles clenched around them. The little whore couldn’t help herself from clinging onto those pulsating rods. The powerful men’s ripe balls slapped against each other as their dicks met inside their helpless sex toy.

“God bless America, I can’t stand no more of this!” Dusty shouted as Nikki sprays cum all over the place.

The oiled up hussy got a change of positions as her ass was now rode from here to Brazil by Moneystacks. His weiner was so large that she felt she was more penis than ass. Th

“Yep, just like mom.” Nikki quipped.

Her utter submission was being filmed by Nikki to be added to the library of Blackwood sex tapes.

“Smile for the camera,” Nikki joked.

Dusty was no stranger to being rode hard. The cowgirl often paraded around in teeny tiny shorts and boobie revealing top. This led her to often be seized by horny fae and fucked stupid. It was quite common for our heroine to spend a good amount of time plugged full of dick. But no one had filled her up with such large members and rode her so hard and so mercilessly.

“We’ll have to pass you onto the big men of FRW,” Nikki announced. “I could get a lot of money selling video of you being fucked by Hell’s Hitmen.”

Colin was a vampire so his intense stamina and furious speed in savagely fucking the dirtiest pixie in the game stood to reason. But Moneystacks wasn’t any slough. It was no small feat for a fairy to keep up with a vampire. Though Dusty was the true MVP able to withstand such a gloriously delicious onslaught on her slutty holes.

“Heaven forbid ya’ll take it easy on a gal!!” Dusty groused.

Both Colin and Moneystacks went in as deep as they could go. The teen tramp could do no more but be rocked back and forth as their steel stroked through her tight passage.

“I can feel them touching!” Dusty suddenly bellowed.

What she could feel was the swelling of members about to unleash their gooey load into her.

With strength she didn’t even know she had, Dusty untangled herself from the powerful supernaturals. Not so she could avoid their baby batter. But so that she could tatse it. The busty babe started a rapid fire sucking of their slick meat, tasting both her sweet nectar and her sweet ass.

“You better give her what she wants!” Nikki hooted.

More and more of Colin’s dick disappeared inside Dusty’s mouth until the pixie found her face being tickled by his public hair. Soon her throat was tickled by drops of pre cum. In an instant her throat was deluged by his man juice. At the same time her talented fingers jerked Moneystacks to completion. His pale ale splattered all over her double D’s. Certainly not the first time they’ve been lathered in jizz.

But the first time they’ve been lathered by the jizz of a famous wrestling promoter!

Colin fell back on a bar stool, seemingly worn down. Dusty would have fought this impossible as Colin was a vampire. Not to mention he wrestled Moneystacks in a 60 minute Ironman match for the FRW World Title!

But Colin sighed and waved his hand towards Moneystacks.

“Am I hardcore enough for FRW or what?” Dusty questioned through ragged breath.

The raven haired promoter nodded firmly then said, “I believe you have passed your test. If you wish to go down this road of your father’s debauchery, degeneracy and borderline criminality in hopes it will lead you to the gold then I suggest you pay a visit to your uncle.”

“Uncle Baron?” Dusty asked.

“The one and only,” Colin whispered. “ Good luck.”