Wrestle-fuck! Oil-check & bulge facerubbing between 🇮🇳 Rahul Rathi (orange singlet) and 🇮🇹 Salvatore Diana (credits to UWW)

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Wrestle-fuck! Oil-check & bulge facerubbing between 🇮🇳 Rahul Rathi (orange singlet) and 🇮🇹 Salvatore Diana (credits to UWW)
Désirée Cousteau - Pretty Peaches (1978)
Just checking his oil level…
In this triple-threat tag team match, Ashton Day pulls off a DDT and a sidewalk slam, before receiving an oil check and a belly to back... or thumb to butt... suplex.
Here's an honest curiosity, although I'm probably asking the wrong audience based on my page content. If you're a straight guy, and you get your oil checked, what effect does it have on you?
Do you feel sick and violated?
Do you brush it off as part of wrestling?
Do you get him back?
As a gay man, I'm used to touching there and being touched there, so while not sexual in this instance, it's also not a shocking feeling.
Maybe it's different for me because the first time hands explored there on me was with a boyfriend. I was hyperfixated on remembering that feeling for days upon days, getting more curious about it. Curious about being on the giving and recieving ends.
If an opponent violently digs a couple fingers into your anus, do you explore your own hole afterwards? Is this what makes you ask your girlfriend to let you give her anal? Do you want her to return the favour? Do you hope she says yes, but only if she can do the same to you?
I wrestled in my early teens until I knew I wouldn't be able to hide among you. Your sweat, your scent, your fit body, and the physical contact. If you were fat or had a pizza face, I was okay. If I found you attractive, it was even worse for me. It made me give you an advantage because I was vigilant to not touch you anywhere personal, while to you it seemed like it was whatever.
Not exactly an oil check, my last match ever, I took 2nd place in my city championship to a guy I could beat if he fought clean. A guy that thrust his envious cock in my crack every chance he could, using it to his advantage because early on he saw it completely threw me off my game. I spent almost the whole match with a raging hard-on, defending from the referees position with his half hard to fully hard cock pressed between my cheeks, fighting my way out of it, but only to have to start from that position again. I lost on points, and my coach had a lot to say to the ref about that, calling the whole match one big sexual assult with clothes on. I quit wrestling in humiliation and closeted-gay-man-self-hate that day.
I finally learned later in highschool waterpolo to give what I got. I quickly learned and accepted that under the waters surface, hands went to all those places for an advantage. Squeeze the nuts to hurt him, feel the guy up to throw him off, tickle his taint, and just like in this picture, dig for oil. A repressed, closeted, hormonal gay teen with an excuse to touch other guys in their personal places, I did, or attempted to, do it all. I had this done to me once, had my oil checked through my swimsuits, and that's when I was informed by a senior teammate that it's the reason we all wore 2 speedos during matches. More than once, my team or an opposing team, I saw a previously whole speedo finish a game tattered and torn. I clearly remember one time a teammate had a hand down his speedos with a finger trying to penetrate him like these pictures, like I'd had done to me through a doubled-up speedo, and like I sometimes tried to do to an opponent. It was all violent reaction, not strategic, but he managed to draw a ref's attention to it by pushing off the guy enough to get his ass above water level, exposing a hand stuck deep in the back of his swimsuits. He says the finger was still a knuckle deep when he broke the water, his speedo waistbands below his asscheeks for all to see. Of course, a straight guy, he could get away with telling the story exactly as it was, proving his manliness and disgust by uttering the words fag and homo repeatedly as well as a bunch of profanity.
So, yeah. I'm not looking for erotica. Straight, gay, or however you identify, I'm very curious what a wrestlers' honest thoughts on this are: absolute dirtiest move in contact sports, or fair game?
Owning him......
Love how he’s controlling him by the ass/checking the oil.....
Sometimes a camel by the chin isn’t enough, you need to show your dominance by hooking his mouth and clawing the rest of his face, owning him, controlling him, he can’t even yell his submission with his mouth forced open like this!
Look at those face, the dude in charge intent to own his opponent and dish out the most pain possible, his opponent screaming like hell as his arms are locked in a double armbar and his back stretched out by his opponent’s boot in his back.......fuckin owned in the middle of the ring......
Tangled up on the top ropes like this, the kid has no where to go........
A deep spladdle is hard to get out of......but when combined with some hot kissing maybe the dude won’t want to get out of it........
Scrappy being cornered and worked out with a deep punch to the gut, not once but twice, his suspendered opponent putting all his weight into it......
Perhaps angry at the amount of chest hair on his opponent, his smooth opponent cranks on a wicked arm bar and cross head scissors, banging down on it for extra pain and humiliation......but I’m not complaining, it gives us a great view of hte dude’s hair pits, hairy pecs and that treasure trail that starts at the pecs and goes all the way down......
.....proving that he is being owned, he’s now stretched out to the max across his shoulders before being discarded to the yellow mats with no concern for his well being......
This bearded heel has no regard for his opponent, only the need to own him in the middle of the ring, clawing apart his face like this......now grab the long hair of the ref and do the same to him......
Both men here proving their point......
Austin again proving he can own anyone......easily putting the pale lean dude across his shoulder in a single backbreaker.......bouncing him for impact, just as the pale dude goes for an elbow Austin immediately counters with another bounce before locking up his arms in a bar......
......then gets cocky in his ownership by just sitting on him on the bottom rope, flexing, before casually getting up to check his hair.......
Owning him so bad in this head scissors that his futile punches are weak and nothing but he stills pins down that arm, proving his ownership......to his opponent and proving it to us......
“I own you.....stay down, fucker”.....
🇺🇲 Deep oil- check at the FISU World University 2026 (credits to celiojuniorbr)