International Pro Wrestling

The announcer begins, "The following is a Forced Cum Submission Match. The competitors must first milk their opponent, and then win by submission."

Madison: My theme music starts are I make my way to the ring, wearing my blue trunks and matching boot; a American flag sewn into the right waistband. I walk to the ring, climbing up to the apron, and entering through the middle rope. I jester to the crowd, causing them to start cheering for me, then make my way to my corner.

Madison's IPW Entrance

Jobe: I've been itching for a rematch since Madison the rookie embarrassed me and left me in a puddle of my own cum. Luckily that was a private match that no one saw... but word got around and the other wrestlers were talking shit behind my back. This match would be a public one and I was desperate to beat the newcomer. My theme music blares over the speakers and I strut into the arena, wearing my metallic gold speedo that accentuates my centerpiece. I jump over the ropes and head to my corner without even acknowledging my opponent. I jump up on the corner post, flexing and showboating for the audience with a cocky grin on my face.

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Madison: I cock my head to the right and smile, moving to the center and extending my hands. "Ready to get creamed again?" I wiggle my fingers ready for lock up.

Jobe: I squint my eyes at you as I meet you in the middle. "Fuck you..." I grunt, grasping your hands and pushing you backwards.

Madison: I let you push me back a little, offering a little resistance and playing up the struggle. I then fall to my back quickly, bring my boot up to your abs, and kicking you over my shoulder with a Monkey Flip.

Jobe: I grin as I easily push you back, but then you surprise me by flipping me over with a boot to my abs. I land hard on the mat back first. "Guh!" I grunt and try to catch my breath, writhing around on the ring floor.

Madison: I bring my knees up to my chest, then kick up to standing, the feat of athleticism prompting a cheer from the crowd. I pivot to look at you writhing on the ground, reach down, and grab your right leg.

Jobe: As I struggle to regain my breath I feel you grab my right ankle. I flail my left leg out and catch you by the ankles, tripping you up.

Madison: Your leg hit my ankle, causing me go off balance. I play it up for the crowd, balancing forward, then back, then forward again, before coming crashing down, my head right between our thighs.

Jobe: "Fuuuuu..." I groan as your hand slams into my big golden bulge. I clench my thighs around your head, just trying to close them and protect my nuts.

Madison: Feeling the pressure around my head, I reach up catching your ankles under each of my pits. I pry your beautiful thighs open slightly, then start trying to turn you over on your front into a Boston Crab.

Jobe: I struggle and squirm but the blow to my balls has weakened me. I reach forward and grab the rope in front of me, trying to pull my body away from you

Madison: You grab the rope, and that annoying referee comes over and starts waving his hands in my face. I glare at him, and let go of you. "Fine. Old man needs a breather." I back way to center ring, letting you recover some.

Jobe: I take a deep breath and hoist myself back up to my feet using the ropes. With one hand cupping my fat bulge I turn around and lean against the ropes behind me, breathing deeply.

Madison: Feeling I have given you enough time, I come over to you and grab your head, starting to pull you towards the turn buckle.

Jobe: I stumble after you, throwing punches into your abs to free myself

Madison: I grunt at you punch me in the abs. After the first punch, I toss you into the corner, bringing my right hand up to my gut where you punched me.

Jobe: I land in the corner as you nurse your abs. Getting back up, I head over to you and lock you in a side headlock.

Madison: My face pressed against your sexy chest, I reach around the side of your waist, my right hand behind your back, and my left in front passing by your massive bulge. I clamp my fingers together, me grunting from you head lock, and try to back suplex you.

Jobe: I feel you reach around to grab me around my waist. You try to lift me but I bend my knees to keep my center of gravity low. My feet are planted on the mat. I squeeze tighter. "Uh uh... not gonna work pretty boy."

Madison: I grunt as I try again to lift you, the pain of the headlock starting to really dig in. My body strains as I try, some sweat starting to develop on my back for the crowd to see.

Jobe: I decide I'm bored with this hold and run forward and jump... landing on my ass with your head slamming into the mat.

Madison: My body jostles with the collision, my hands coming apart as we land. My right hand plops down to the mat alongside your ass, the left falls with my hand right on our massive junk.

Jobe: "Uh..." I grunt as my cock twitches in my golden speedo. I scoot backwards and slap your ass before getting to my feet. "Hm... how the tables have turned..." I taunt you with a big grin on my face.

Madison: I grunt, as I start to push myself up, feeling off my game. Is this Jobber really going doing this to me. As I get up, an bring my arm forward, and then ram it back elbow first into your gut.

Jobe: "Ah!" I grunt and stumble backwards, holding my abs. "You fucker..."

Madison: I turn following you as you stumble back, with a roar I lunge at you going for a shoulder tackle to your mid section.

Jobe: Your roar gives you away and I side step you, letting you propel yourself forward into the ropes.

Madison: I keep the momentum going, turning as I hit the ropes, my back arcing into their embrace as they stretch out toward the crowd, before propelling me back towards you. As I approach I jump in the air, going to deliver a double drop kick to your chest.

Jobe: My eyes widen as I fail to move out of the way. Your kick sends me backwards into the ropes.

Madison: I again bring my knees up to my chest and kick up to standing, my glorious kip up eliciting a excited response from the crowd. I turn my back to you holding my hands up, as the crowd cheers for me.

Jobe: I bounce off the ropes and land on my knees right behind you. Without even thinking I send my arm up between your legs, slamming my bicep into your bulge.

Madison: My eyes cross from the low blow, I reach down grabbing my crotch, you arm still firmly up between my legs. "Fuc..k...er" I double over on my side, hunched forward grabbing my balls.

Jobe: "Yeah I ain't getting my balls busted today." I stand up and jiggle my bulge in your face, still slowly growing harder in my speedo.

Madison: "Dirty... fucker." I hate fighting dirty, I know I can do better than that. I bring one of my legs back and tries to sweep you off your feet, down tot he mat beside me.

Jobe: I'm too busy flaunting my big bulge to avoid your leg. I get tripped and land on my back on the mat.

Madison: I crawl up on you, grabbing each of your wrists with my hands, and pinning them to the mat above your head. My legs along side your ribs, I lean in close to your face, so close you can smell my scent and my breath, a hint of vodka on it. "I thought you were better than that."

Jobe: I spit in your face. "Fuck you..." I grunt, images of our last match flashing before my eyes.

Madison: You spit in my face, and I crack a smile. I bring my head back, lower my hips slightly to just above your crotch, and then slam my forehead right into the center of your sternum.

Jobe: "Uh!" I cough as you knock the breath out of me. I squirm on the mat, trying to free my wrists from your grip.

Madison: I let go of your wrists, sitting up right, and then bring my hands down into your pecks clawing into them. My right hand specifically putting my thumb into your nipple pressing in deep, so I can feel the rhythm of your heartbeat.

Jobe: "Aaaah..." I grab your wrists and try to pry them off my meat pecs. The attention to my nipples causes my cock to grow rapidly in my speedo.

Madison: I feel your dick against my ass growing in size. I remove my fingers from your pecs, having felt how fast your heart is beating. All those hours in the gym have been good for your health. I get up off you giving you a moment to rest, me looking down at your junk which is growing wildly out of control.

Jobe: I squirm on the mat, gently rubbing my pecs, making my nipples hard. "You.. . won't win..." I groan

Madison: I reach down grabbing your golden speedo by the side of your hips, and pull them down your thighs, then down off your feet. The crowd cheers as I strip this man naked for them to see, many of them recording the footage with their phones. I swing them around on my finger and toss them to my corner for later.

Jobe: "Hey wait!" I grunt before my huge manhood flops out in the open. Hundreds of flashes go off from the audience as people quickly take pictures. My huge cock slaps down on my abs and my fat balls land between my thighs on the mat. "Oh fuck!" I groan as I crawl backwards, dragging my balls along the mat.

Madison: "Where you going Jobe?" I walk after you as you crawl away, reach down, and grab your hair. "This audience paid for a show, so flash your money maker!"

Jobe: I grab your wrist as you lift me up, my huge manhood flopping around. The crowd cheers wildly at my hard, leaking cock.

Madison: I pull you to the corner throwing you into it back first, you arms over the top ropes. I then climb up to the second rope, raise my right fist up looking down at you, and grab your hair to steady your head. The crowd gets excited.

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Jobe: "Mmmmph..." I groan into your speedo bulge, my cock throbbing hard. I manage to get on of your balls into my mouth and bite down on it hard.

Madison: Right as I'm about to start punching you, you bite down on a testicle, making me scream in pain. I slam my fist hard into your head getting you to let go before I fall from the turnbuckle on my back below you, hand holding my groin.

Jobe: "Ah!" I grunt, holding my head. The hard punch made me dizzy and confused, my vision cloudy as I look around

Madison: I'm still nursing my balls, pulling myself up to my knees, coming head to head with huge cock dangling between your legs as you are dazed in the corner.

Jobe: I look down and see my throbbing cock inches from your face. "Ha!" I put my hands on the back of my head and thrust forward, slapping you with my dripping dick.

Madison: As you do, I've decided I have had enough of this. I bring my arm up between your thigh landing a low blow of my own.

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Jobe: My eyes bug out of my head as you slam your arm into my dangling gonads. "Guh!" I grunt and fall backwards into the corner, cupping my aching balls.

Madison: I kick you in the gut a few times, knocking your arms loose, and dropping you to a seated position in the turnbuckle. I then back up to the center or the ring getting ready to charge at you.

Jobe: "Guuuh...." I moan, getting tangled up in the ropes as I watch you slam into me. "Ah!" I yell out.

Madison: I rush forward, jumping in mid air, and spreading my legs wide open, on a direct collision with your face. The famous Bronco Buster is on the way!

Jobe: "Gaaaaah..." I groan as you bounce your sweaty bulge in my face. I squirm in the ropes and try to throw you off me.

Madison: I ride your face, you feel my hard dick pressed against it, and I make cowboy sounds as I buck on you. The crowd is cheering. You manage to push me off, and I roll backwards to a knee, me breathing somewhat heavily from all this exertion.

Jobe: I spit on the ground, my face covered in mine and your sweat. "You fuckin' pig." I groan.

Madison: I reach forward, grab your ankles, and pull you out of the corner half way to the center of the ring. I then crawl u along side, you wrapping my left arm behind your neck, and grabbing your left wrist with it to keep your arm secure. My right hand comes up your thigh, grazes your cock, and comes to a stop over your abs. "You're going to scream for biting me."

Jobe: I squirm and struggle but can do nothing to stop you from dragging me into the center of the ring. You easily trap me in your hold... I shudder as your hand briefly touches my throbbing cock, leaking precum on my abs. "W-what do ya mean?" I ask, looking into your eyes.

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Madison: I start punching you in the gut as you are stuck in my hold, my fist grazing your cock as it does. "Scream for your fans Jobber."

Jobe: "Guuuuuh..." I moan and squirm as you soften up my hard abs, kicking my legs out fuetily.

Madison: I stop punching, and reach down firmly grabbing your cock. Your shaft in my fingers, I place my thumb over you oozing slit, and begin moving my fingers up and down your shaft driving you crazy. I star at your face, watching you carefully, ready to cut off the right when you are about to orgasm.

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Jobe: My eyes go cross as I feel your thumb tease my sensitive cockhead. "Fuuuuu... oooh god...." I moan, feeling my cock throb harder in your grip, ready to let loose its load.

Madison: Right as you are about to go over the edge, I take my hand off, and start punching your gut again. "Not yet Jobe, if you had been nice, I'd put you out of your misery." Punch Punch, "Now you get to suffer." The crowd is mixed on my behavior, half cheering, half silent.

Jobe: "Noooo..." I groan as hump the air to try and get myself off, meanwhile you continue softening up my abs, which have turned a bright red.

Madison: I go start edging you again, stroking you nice and slow and speeding up, me watching your face like a hawk. "Come on buddy, you can do it."

Jobe: I bite my lower lip as I feel an orgasm rising in my balls. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I thrust forward.

Madison: And right as you are almost there, I again release and give you another good fist to the gut. I lean forward to your face, my lips coming close to your cheek, and then I lick it.

Jobe: "You fuuuucker...." I groan, humping the air again. The crowd cheers with delight at the poor horny DILF

Madison: I release you, coming up to my knees. "It's about time to put you out of your misery." I grab your hair, and pull you up over one of my knees, pressing down with my hand on the middle of your chest, and the other over your thighs in a Over the Knee Backbreaker.

Jobe: "Goooooh..." I moan as my abs are stretched taut and my rod is throbbing sticking straight up into the air.

Madison: I lean in close to your face, "Tap Out, then I'll finish milking you."

Jobe: I whimper as I tap your calf, submitting to you.

Madison: I start laughing. The Ref shakes his head, knowing the rules state you have to milk then tap out. I grab your dick, and start stroking it again, this time quickly, firmly, and a bit rough.

Jobe: "Fuuuuck..." I moan and squirm as the cum builds up in my fat balls.

Madison: I move my free hand on your chest again over your left pec, feeling your heart race as I milk you. "Any time now."

Jobe: "Oh... oooh... noooo!!!" I groan as my cock erupts like a geyser into the air. Shooting thick ropes of cum everywhere. On me... on you... on the mat. My muscles spasm and squirm as the orgasm overwhelms my body.

Madison: I stroke it a bit more, making sure every last drop is out of your system, and then bring my hand down into the mess to slather it all over your chest like a white glaze. I bring my head down to your mouth, and kiss it as I do this, partially out of passion, and partially to stop you from saying you give up.

Jobe: "Mmmmm..." I moan as you kiss me, my hard cock slapping down onto my wet, red abs.

Madison: I slide you off my knee making sure you fall on your back, not wanting to mess up the painting I just made on your chest. I move up to your arms, and start to reach around starting to apply a grounded full nelson.

Jobe: "Pleeeease..." I moan as you lock up my limp body, exhausted from the milking.

Madison: "Shhhh" You here me sound, as I continue to manipulate your body. I have to do this just right, as you will probably give up as soon as I apply, meaning I got to set you up perfectly before applying the pressure. My arms behind your neck, I wrap my legs around your waist, my calves between sliding under your balls between your thighs. I then pull you up on me, my back on the mat, constricting your body on full display for the crowd.

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Madison: "Scream it Jobe!" I say behind your ear.

Jobe: "Guuuuh.... I giiiiiive...." I moan out loud. The crowd cheers.

Madison: I hold you there a few moments longer, the bell ringing, the ref waving his hands. I make sure all the fans get footage of you in this pose, caked in your own cum. I finally let go kicking you off me. I make my way to my corner where I pick up your golden speedo.

Jobe: I look up at you with my favorite golden speedo in your hand. I reach up for it, a shaky arm.

Madison: I reach into my boot and pull out a lighter, I click it a few times making a flame ignite. I hold your speedo above it.

Jobe: "Noooo... please...." I moan.

Madison: I look down at you, so pitiful. My eyes then focus on the flame, the crowd cheering at my cruelty. I sigh, and put the flame out. I drop your golden speedo to the mat as I leave the ring.

Jobe: My body goes limp and I pass out again, covered in my own cum.

Published: 2021-08-02, viewed 120 times.