International Pro Wrestling

Bi4cybfights vs John Page Part Two

PART TWO

After several minutes of recovering following their simultaneous orgasm Joe and John mentally prepare to continue their battle to a decisive conclusion.
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Bi4cybfights: I am laying on my back - not able to decide, what has exhausted me more: the hard fight, the unexpected sexual challenges I that I ran into, my terrible orgasm --- or that I was nearly drowned by the cum of that sexy fucker, who shot his load into my throat, partially in my lung. I started to cough, you sperm shot also into my nose, filling my nostrils, coating my beard, face, lips.... and my chest.... not knowing, if you did this to me on purpose or by chance: "Hell, what a mess ---rookie was killed by drowning in floods of sperm by his experienced opponent!! SO HOT!!!! What a headline“!“

The first ounces of power I regain I need for coughing, turning onto my belly, trying to clear my lung, my nose, face. My head lies on the apron, not able to look or care for you.... just trying to recover a little, hoping I will be able to get on my feet again before you can release your boots from the ropes, where I left you trapped. As you turn your head towards me, you see the older rookie laying on his belly, showing his huge runner - butt, long muscular legs, his big sneaker soles - trying to get air and to clean his lung.

John_Page: I start to recover and know I need to take advantage before you can get to your feet. But my feet are still trapped between the bottom and middle ropes and my ankles are turning numb from the restricted blood flow. I sit up and lift the bottom rope while pulling my trapped boots out.

John_Page: AHHHHHHHHH free at last, I rub my ankles and get the blood flowing again. I walk over to you and see you still face down, giving me a fantastic view of the arse that I so badly want to fuck. I look down at you and say “Hey Joe this is not the time to take a rest man” I stomp my boot down onto your lover back near your kidney area 1-2-3-4 times then put my boot onto your firm arse and rub it a few times. “Like that Joe?”

John_Page: I stand over you reach down and pull your head up. I look into your handsome face and say “time to finish you off Joe; I hope you enjoy it as much as I will”. I continue to try to pull you to your feet. yt

Bi4cybfights: I hear the steps of your boots coming closer --- still not able to breathe properly.... "too early!“ I think and: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" suffering from your stomps.... making breathing harder again.... Feeling you pull my head up and pull me onto my knees.... I hear your snotty words, still not able to fight normally but sufficient to send 1..2..3..4 not very hard punches in to your abs - make my own sperm squirt from your abs under my punches... But I succeed in making you stagger backwards long enough for me to get a few more seconds to improve my ability to breathe again. yt

John_Page: As I start to get you to your knees “AHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK” I feel your first punch hit my abs and then three more delivered to the same spot. I stagger backwards against the ropes. I double over holding my abs for a second. I look over and see you are still on your knees.

John_Page: I must not let you get a chance to take advantage I run towards you lift my left knee and drive it into your cut forehead. yt

Bi4cybfights: I see your knee flying towards my head - I cannot react quickly enough and the impact is terrible... but I can grab your ankle - I fly backwards - I roll off the ring, passing through the lowest and the middle rope... but I hold your boot - tearing you out with me. You lose your balance - feel yourself being dragged out of the ring - fly over the edge - your forehead bumps on the verge of the ring.... You drop onto me.... dazed... and onto the concrete. Some more seconds I badly need to recover ---

I push you off me... and I try to get on my feet... you are laying there - a cut has appeared on your forehead - similar to mine, I smile... and I bend over, grab you hair and force you to get on your feet.... you stumble... I lean your back against the outside of the ring - my body pressing into yours - holding you upright... We are facing each other, I see a small trace of blood running downwards into your eyebrow --- your dick against mine - your chest against mine - still the taste and the smell of your cum in my head.... I murmur “Beautiful cut... I wanted to return the favour and offer you this wonderful cut..“

Suddenly I lean into you and force a hard lip lock on you.... pressing our cuts together - , our dicks wrestle each other ... I start to execute a tight bear hug onto your lower back, my arms squeeze- Your lips open and my tongue slides into your mouth, giving you back the taste and the traces of your own cum, exchanging saliva, my kiss getting harder.... Manage to wrestle down your tongue, while you are still dazed, showing, that I learned to sex-wrestle better...

John_Page: “YES” my knee hits your forehead but you grab my leg and I fall backward. You roll out of the ring, pulling me with you. My forehead crashes into the ring apron before I land on top of you. I am totally dazed and you push me off of you then pull me by my hair to my feet and push me against the ring apron.

John_Page: You push your hot body into mine and my cock gets fully erect again in seconds. I can feel something warm running down my forehead and into my eye then you confirm what I already know by telling me “beautiful cut...”

John_Page: I gasp and you plant a lip lock on me before trapping my arms and putting me in a tight bearhug. As your tongue wrestles mine I can taste my own cum on your breath while you squeeze me tight “AHHHHH”

John_Page: Again I realise I am in big trouble as I almost instantly want to give you another load of my cum. You have shown me that not only can you fight but you are learning very fast how to sew-wrestle.

John_Page: Your erotic bearhug and kiss combination will defeat me unless I make a move and fast. My arms are trapped and my head is held in place by your kiss my cock is forced against your cock and feels like it will explode any second ensuring you will be able to win this match very easily. My options are very limited and again I must try something very erotic. Using your lip lock against you and in one fast move I take a deep breath and suck all the air from your lungs. The move shocks you and you have to break the kiss.

John_Page: I bring my head back and then very fast and hard I deliver a head-butt onto the bridge of your nose. You release your bear-hug and I quickly reverse our positions so your back is against the ring apron. I look into your face and now I see a small trickle of blood drop from your nose. “Ah Joe you have a nose bleed let me help you” I pinch your nose hard with my fingers and kiss your lips my other hand goes into your wet trunks, I wrap my fingers around your cock my thumb rubs your slit. yt

Bi4cybfights: I press your huge and firm, younger body against mine, exchanging kisses, you can taste your own cum in my mouth. WOW – this is making me so hard! You start to wince, to falter - and your cock grows immediately - this electrifies me more than I ever could have imagined, right after my earthquake like orgasm.... But I am still in charge - I am the hunter, this damn fucking hot guy is my prey and I will make him my property now and forever this nigt!! My sweat runs down my spine, feel the drops run through my chute, down my legs and soaked up in my grey sport socks and I feel your sweaty muscular legs pressed against mine – your boots a bit spread – mine forced between yours – holding your legs spread…I start dreaming of owning this guy soon – and dreaming makes me careless!

Bi4cybfights: Suddenly I feel how your chest expands – then a lack of air in my chest.... "Fucker!" I think. I break the kiss to get some air – then I receive a perfect placed, solid head-butt on my nose --- tasting blood again ---- my eyes crossed, my legs press against yours, unable to attack you, but to stabilise myself or stay upright. My bearhug loosens then suddenly I feel a quick turning move of the pro - forcing my back to be pressed hard against the apron. I hear you prattle some dismissive words--- hardly able to understand - and I realise you are pinching my nose and ------HELL!!!! ----- your big hand dives into my trunks and you grab my jewels!!!!

Bi4cybfights: Now it’s my turn to wince, I must open my mouth to get some air.... as a fucking damn pro, that you are, you use this advantage and put a perfect lip lock on the rookie, holding my rock hard cock as a captive in your strong fist. My eyes roll, my toes move – the point of losing my cum again is getting nearer and I am realising the fight for being the hunter and the prey is not over!

Bi4cybfights: I can see some of my blood traces on your beautiful face and I am sure there is also some of yours on my face ... No not only exchange of sperm, sweat and air, but also blood - creating a very, very special bond we both didn’t anticipate or plan, sadly that arouses me even more....

"FUCKER! I Think - don’t want to lose!!!! Want to break you and make you my bitch!!! I damn fucking MUST!!!" This fight is far more exhausting and arousing, than I ever anticipated before.... and I must fight for the upper hand again!

Bi4cybfights: remembering your moans and sounds, when you were going to lose your air. I press my palms on the edge of the apron to stabilise myself. I feel your massive leg-muscles against mine... I slowly lean backwards and lift my long runner legs as if to let you fuck me, but I let you slide in a perfect leg scissors around your waist - our cocks pressed firmly on each other.... my sneakers hooked behind your back, scissors locked!! My huge thighs start to press your flanks, your lower ribs bend. I see your eyes only inches from mine widening first in surprise, then in growing panic. "Well, beauty --- feel my might!" and I slide my arms around your chest under your pits - interlace my fists behind your back and start to press your big, massive chest - hard, firm, enduring.

Bi4cybfights: I feel you try to hold your breath, but you must breathe - and each time you breathe out, my arms sink deeper, blocking you from receiving sufficient oxygen. I feel how your start to struggle and wince - your lip lock weakens and I intensify my leg scissor more and more. You break your lip lock, try to gasp - more and more frustrated! You are standing in front of me: upright, on your firm legs, your legs spread a bit, your fists hold you on the verge of the apron, big, strong, mighty, but your opponent, nearly totally hidden by your massive body, hanging in front of your chest like a backpack, patiently and resolutely blocking you from breathing. My grey, short cut beard on your sweaty shoulder. I start to smile and whisper.... "you feel that, John? you feel, how I slowly crush your chest and ribs?" I press my cock firm against yours:.....you feel my cock also, yes the one that wants to break into you? You still resist?? Well?? Dear john - I can do this for hours! I can wait - until you will finally collapse." I murmur ---- smiling

Bi4cybfights: Pressing my body so firm against yours, even your elbows and punches would be weak, your kicks don’t work --- and I can feel under my arms how your efforts to get air weakens, you start to shiver, to tremble and panic.

John_Page: I am back on top of this fight with you in trouble from my combination of brutality and erotic tactics. I feel your cock throb between my fingers and I am sure you will have no answer to my sensual advances. As I kiss you I can taste the blood from your nose and the blood from our foreheads mix together, sealing a bond between two fighting men.

John_Page: I feel you lift your legs and wrap them around my waist with only the thin material of our trunks separating our cocks, but I see no danger as I suspect you are making yourself more comfortable as you accept my advances. All of a sudden I feel a terrible crushing pain in my midsection “NO”. My eyes widen and I am forced to break my kiss as you lock your sneakers together and perform a near perfect body scissors.

John_Page: I start to panic as it is getting harder and harder to get oxygen into my body and I quickly begin to lose my strength. I feel your beard on my shoulder as you whisper mockingly about being able to hold me like this until I collapse. As my brain gets deprived of oxygen it starts to play tricks on my body and I almost want to give myself over to you, to feel your strong athletic body take me and make me yours. My elbows and punches get weaker my head begins to feel light and I start to shiver in panic as my body is starting to shut down.

John_Page: My cock now wants to explode again but I know that will mean the end for me and I only have seconds to think of something and thinking is becoming harder to do by the second. I move my hands to the side of your neck and my thumbs find what they are looking for. I press my thumbs firmly onto your carotid arteries and watch as your facial expression change from one of confidence to one of panic in seconds.

John_Page: I gasp in a deep breath of air as your scissor hold eases and your feet find the ground. Your hands grab my hands and desperately try to remove them from your neck but I am resolute and know it is my best chance to regain some strength while weakening you at the same time. As your arms drop and I see your eyes start to close my cock pulses knowing I could now win this match and show this bloody handsome rookie what a pro can do to him.

John_Page: Before you pass out I remove my thumbs from your archeries and slip my right arm under your crotch, my left arm over your shoulder and lift turning you around in the air and slam you as hard as I can onto the concrete floor watching as you arch your back in agony and scream out in pain. I feel very weak but I know I need to do more damage I climb onto the ring apron and jump off with the point of my elbow aimed at your throat. yt

Bi4cybfights: I feel your chest becoming more and more narrow - and I cannot subdue to lift my head and look into your eyes.... DAMN - so sexy to see this mixture of desperation, lust, panic and resistance --- and now I am sure, this will be the end and your butt will be mine!!!!! I see you lift your hands... grab my neck - I smile - expect your submission kiss - open my lips in a diabolic and self-complacent way ---- but your kiss does not happen.... instead of that I feel a strange pressure on both sides of my neck. First I don’t understand, but then I realize my head becomes suddenly dizzy, dark when your strong hand stop the blood flow towards my brain ---- deadlier and quicker to pass me out like this than blocking my airway. I cannot subdue to admire, how you are always able to find a way out.... within 3 seconds you are able to tur the tables .......................... "Stupid damn rookie!" is the last clear thought I have.
Then my arms go limp, legs fall off your waist, I fall off you – cannot even shout in panic –but no: I do not fall, because your weight presses me against the apron – so embarrassing! I have to stand in front of you like a dumb sheep – all my power gone within seconds!! I feel your thumbs leave my neck - you lift me up - and CRUSH me onto the concrete. So what – he is the better fighter – I deserve that!

The impact is cruel and terrible, the possibilities to defend myself are gone and my orientation is also impeded. I am alive and blood starts to rush towards my brain again. I open my eyes – they seem like heavy weights - seeing you stagger over me - you must be also be weakened.... I start to panic but I feel totally paralysed. I see how you lift your arm --- I see, how you peer at my throat --- elbow drop on my neck--- That must be my end, but I am too weak to roll away or block your arm....

Bi4cybfights: You jump - my brain cries out loud --- i am unable to leave- and the only effect is a simple reflex: my knees start to bend a little ---- but this reflex saves my life! .....I see you flying down towards me.... but before your elbow crushes onto my Adams apple, your flank and midsection crushes onto my kneecaps.... my knees crush through your abs wall and crushes into your entrails - even reaching your kidney - and because of this impact, your elbow is diverted from my throat to my sternum - hard enough to arch me back in pain and distress, making me cough and wince on the concrete floor - but you drop of me.... and roll away... hurt yourself too yt

John_Page: I was sure I had you so stunned you would not be able to avoid my elbow drop, I was correct but you have managed to lift your knees and “NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO FUCKKKKKK NNNNNNOOOOOOO” I feel like my internal organs have been crushed. My elbow hits your sternum but the real damage has been done to me.

John_Page: I roll off of you clutching my mid-section coughing and gagging, rolling in agony on the cold floor. I need to concentrate on how I can get back into the match but I can only think of the pain that I am in.

John_Page: I do not have to panic I can see you remain on your back still recovering from my blood choke and body slam. I need to put some space between us before I try to get to my feet so I roll and crawl away from you then rest for a minute on the other side of the ring. Ok I must get up and get ready to fight. I start to stand but the pain in my stomach area causes me to clutch my midsection and double over wanting to vomit but I am ok. I finally stand and turn to see if you are still on your back yt

Bi4cybfights: I AM NOT. I felt the impact of the younger, 90+ kg body on my kneecaps, the impact of your sweaty body on my chest, heard your wonderful moan of pain and astonishment of the unexpected barrier for your midsection - and feel your big body roll wincing off me... away. I am also on my way to recover. I peer towards my enemy, who rolls away, showing me all the pleasures of his manly strong body: his broad shoulders, his huge back, the long muscles, the broad chest. His long, muscular arms, the long, mighty legs, his big, strong feet, his big dick (well, it was bigger some minutes ago - I smile) - your beautiful distinctive manly face that showed so many different sexy emotions during this fight, and your huge butt in your tight trunks, the muscle play - the goal of my desire, fantasising of your hole and the warmth and tightness of your man-cave.....

Bi4cybfights: Your butt is the reason, energy flows back into my muscles, I claim my energy and get slowly on my feet - stagger, have to keep my balance by holding myself up with the aid of the ring. I can see you trying to vomit - a diabolic smile on my face --- but also mixed with a bit pity and compassion. I didn’t expect this battle become so.... hard ----- and then I admire the muscle play of your legs, back and butt again, when you get up on your feet.... I prepare for a vicious clothesline --- you turn around, looking towards me - and I love to see your sexy face becoming pale (a new expression on your face), seeing me upright and prepared and seeing me starting to place my clothesline... .that should smash you against the wall behind you...yt

John_Page: As I turn to see where you are “SHIT NO FUCK” I have no time to react. You are coming towards me with your right arm out level with upper chest. The force hits me so hard I feel like I have been hit by a bus and I smash back against the wall behind me.....As the back of my head hits the wall everything seems to go dark for a few seconds and I slowly slip down the wall until I am sitting on my arse with my feet out in front of me.

John_Page: I open my eyes and I am looking directly at your 8inch cock tenting in your trunks as you stand in front of me. Your street fighting skills have left me in serious trouble and I am starting to panic, my mind is losing focus. I know I need to fight but my body is fast losing energy and I am now beginning to doubt that I can actually win this match, but I must fight as hard as I can, I want to own your body and my cock needs to fuck your arse. I am a pro and you are a rookie. No way am I going to let you beat me: not today or ever will you beat me. I look up to you and see a big smile on your face “FUCKER I WILL BEAT YOU” yt

Bi4cybfights: I feel the crush of my opponent against the wall - and I have not enough power left, to hold you upright... so you slide down onto the floor. DAMN - no I must raise this massive body again... no power left - I stand between your spread legs... I need my hand on the wall to keep me on my legs... a sudden urge to kneel in front of you, runs through my mind, to offer you a firm handshake and propose: a draw, we fuck each other. I start to smile: did ever before something comparable happen? We are both close to total exhaustion... but then I realise your face next to my crotch - beautiful view - deep throat.... perhaps I should not stop, but continue to go for alpha.....

Bi4cybfights: you look up, you see my smile. I am thinking of deep throating you, and then you do the worst thing possible: You threaten me saying you will beat me. Any doubts and thoughts of not beating you suddenly end – decision taken: no matter what it takes: I will show my helmet your entrails, I will embed my cock in your firm, shithole, damn Brit pro arse and will unload thick, potent, strong, creamy German street-warrior cum so hard and deep in you, that you will remember this fuck for days....

Bi4cybfights: I cannot subdue to laugh diabolically - and I have not much to do: I move my right foot forward and PRESS my smooth sole on your shaft, rubbing your meat slowly up and down and firmly concentrating my pressure on the root of your shaft, blocking the blood flow back into your body, allowing new blood running into your dick, forcing your cock to swell more. I can feel your hard dick even through my sole, and your helmet in front of my sneaker cap. I force your cock to roll sideways in your trunk - you grab my calves in desperation - I feel sooooooooo goooooooood! - and when your helmet is totally swollen, I gently press my sneaker cap on it, turning it slowly like to extinguish a smoked cigarette -- hard, resolute, but avoiding to become brutal, because I want your submission, not your destruction.... and hell, to dominate your cock is so hot!
In reply to your words I bow over and BARK: "you want to beat me up? Well Mr. Brit Pro Fucker: that’s what you tried and did here since we met.... and who is sitting here on his butt? Whose cock is under pressure by his opponent? You really think, your threat to beat me could shock me???? Well Mr. Pro fucker --- beat me! Hit me!! Choke me!!! But it is me, who will FUCK YOU!!!!!!"

Bi4cybfights: I bow deeper - grab your wrist - I hunker down between your legs, my right foot points to your groin - my left to your feet and to the ring. I pull your right arm over my neck and further to my left side until your chest is pressed onto my neck and shoulder. I straighten my weak legs and get upwards onto my knees, the huge warrior thrown over my shoulder - my legs tremble under your impressive weight - your cock is pressed onto my right shoulder. I slide my right hand between your thighs and clench the waistband of your trunk over your lower back, your testicles pressing against my wrist. Is that you pre, that runs over my shoulder blade??? I fix your neck with my left palm, not to let your roll off me... and slowly walk towards the ring, giving the impression of a hunter that brings home a huge, mighty, big wild boar...

Bi4cybfights: to get up into the ring is a huge effort... but finally I do so - and with a huge SLAM I shove you from my shoulders and let you CRUSH - belly first - onto the apron, that shakes terribly by the impact---- I sink onto all fours, try to get back energy --- I fall on your broad shoulders... grabbing your hair - gasping: "YOU GIVE?"

John_Page: Your tenting trunks are so close to my nose and mouth that the smell of your scent, cum and sweat go directly to my brain and makes my cock shoot a stream of pre-cum into my own trunks. Your foot presses gently onto my cock and I gasp thinking that you could easily force me to cum again before we even get back into the ring.

John_Page: As you press the sole of your sneaker on my cock I can feel it getting bigger by the second, throbbing and leaking. I am totally helpless as your erotic torture is making me feel not only weaker by the second but you are also taking away my will to fight.

John_Page: You get so close to my face that I think you are going to lip-lock me again but instead you clearly state "you want to beat me up? Well Mr. Brit Pro Fucker.... that’s what you did here since we met.... and who is sitting here on his butt? whose cock is under pressure by his opponent? You really think, your threat to beat me could shock me???? Well Mr. Pro fucker --- beat me! Hit me!! Choke me!!! But it is me, who will FUCK YOU!!!!!!" …..I shudder with fear as the horror of the possibility of losing to a rookie sinks deep into my brain.

John_Page: I am too weak to stop you lifting me onto your shoulders, I can feel my cock against your shoulder and my testicles against your wrist as you carry me towards the ring. I sense you climb onto the ring apron You are not logged in. before you throw me face down into the ring SPLAT.

John_Page: My hard cock is crushed between the floor and my body weight and again my internal organs seem to take the full force of my drop onto the ring floor and I cry out in agony. I feel paralysed as you drop onto my shoulders and pull my head up by my hair and shout "YOU GIVE?"

John_Page: Oh man I so want to submit but I will not give you the satisfaction of beating me oh no way will you beat me you rookie fucker. I mumble “FUCK YOU NO WAY”

Bi4cybfights: I sigh hearing you refuse to give... feel so weak, dead beat.... no power left to punch you... my arms feel like they are filled with lead... while I am laying on your back....I get an idea... If it is not possible to use energy, my weight must do what my power cannot. And so I flex my left arm, place the peak of my elbow on your back muscles, right under the lower tip of your shoulder blade and lean forward, weight increasing slowly, feeling your muscle strings, how they move , how they crunch, how they get bruised and break down, you start to moan, then shout, yell, cry - making me smile and giving me power - and the peak of my elbow dives deeper until I reach the level of your ribs, on which I start to circle, increasing your indescribable pain and muscle weakness , until your ribs start to bend and flex, my strong opponent on the ground.... I shout: "you give now???" hearing your answer: "FFFFFFFFFFFFfffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkeeeeeeeeerrrrrr - never!!!" - and I smile diabolically - because I can place so much pain with hardly any effort on you... seeing your muscles weaken and move and fight - but now way out - until I caused several points of pain , visible by red skin. Your yells give me more power... and I decide to get up, and start to stomp your back and your legs all over... sometime you MUST give up... and I can wait.....
So slowly I get on my feet - admiring the helpless pro wrestler in front of the caps of my sneakers - and I lift my right shoe, aiming to send my sole into your kidney....

John_Page: I cannot move, you have me pinned down on my tummy your weight sitting on me, is making it harder to breathe and as I cannot get very much oxygen into my lungs my muscles are becoming weaker and I am losing my remaining strength fast.

John_Page: I can tell you are also getting tired and weaker from this long struggle for dominance. “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKK” I feel the point of your elbow digging into my muscles under my shoulders, the pain is terrible I feel my already sore and weakened muscles grinding and crunching. Then just when I think I am finally getting use to the pain you start to more you elbow until it reaches my ribs. I scream out loudly as I can feel my ribs bending, feeling like they are going to crack. Sweat is pouring from my forehead and mixing with the blood from my cut. My cock is as hard as rock and is being uncomfortably pushed into the ring floor by your body weight lying on top of me.

John_Page: I hear you ask for my submission and I really want to submit now as I am not sure how much more damage I can take but I will not I cannot submit to a rookie not now not ever “FUCK OFF NO” I shout.

John_Page: You continue to use your elbow very effectively on me and I continue to scream and cry out in pain but I still refuse to submit to you. I feel you lift your weight off my body and I try to take a deep breath but it hurts my ribs when I breathe in. My rest does not last long before I feel your sneaker stomping my back, my legs, my arms, and my shoulders. My whole body feels like it is on fire and each stomp brings a cry of pain from me.

John_Page: You stop you brutal stomps I lift my head and see your sneakers next to me and again I am thinking about shouting out my submission, I do not think I have any strength or fight left in my destroyed body. I see you lift one of your feet I panic thinking it will be the stomp that finishes me maybe to my kidneys or my liver, maybe to my head, I cannot let it happen with all the strength I can find I roll grab your raised foot and lift it high and at the same time I kick away your other leg.

John_Page: I can see the look of surprise in your face as you topple and land hard on your back. Fuck I have no energy to strike or even apply any holds so I must try to subdue you with my sexy body. I climb on top of you sitting on your chest I put your arms above your head and kiss you deeply “You have given me the hardest match of my life Joe but I must now defeat you the only way I have left open to me..... you will not be able to resist me”. I kiss you again before I scoot up and smother your face under my huge erection and my sweaty full balls. I can feel your hot breath as you desperately try to breathe and it is almost making me cum on your face but I must not let that happen and I push down hard trying to smother you and make you pass out.

Bi4cybfights: I send my smooth sneaker sole into your body - hard, painful, and lustful. See how your muscles bend and move - "drink in" your yells, your curses – I run into an intoxication of lust and energy - I interrupt my stomp - step onto your back, with both shoes, flex my left arm to show my biceps - and rub my cock, moaning out loud and looking down onto the back of your head - sadly you can’t see my pose... Perhaps I should turn you onto your back ---- so I dismount from your chest - leaving red traces of my soles on your skin - and aim to stomp into your right flank to make your turn round....

Bi4cybfights: You turn your head - I can see the panic in your eyes - but I am in an intoxicated ---- like in a fever --- feel myself so close to submitting you and conquering your arse - so I become complacent. I try to send my sneaker into your ribs- but you catch it, bend your legs in an elegant move, lift my caught shoe high and kick my other leg away ---- and because I am so astonished, I fall hard on my back, the fall hurts me bad - I arch my back, or try to arch it - but a terrible weight is climbing up my runner and warrior body - presses me onto the ring floor - my stubborn damn opponent does not fucking give up!!!! Hate and fear sets my body on fire - and I try to yell out my deep frustration - all I can make is a muffled snort - because you damn well managed to place your terrible kiss again!!!!!! I kick and wince - no way - your weight is perfectly placed - I start to panic and it gives me a lot of energy –

Bi4cybfights: I hear your dismissive words, that I gave you the hardest match of your life, but you “HAVE“ to defeat me - fuck off – you should HAVE given UP, Fucker!!.......my panic rises - and a second kiss ends my moans.
In my brain: "John I will kill you and I will tell you this, as soon as I can breathe again!!!!"…….., you break your kiss - I inhale and I want to yell out all of my anger and decisiveness to win - and in that same second when I started my uproar, you place your firm, huge, muscular, sexy, hot butt onto my face.... What a shameful feeling!!!

Bi4cybfights: A hot YELL leaves my lung - and permeates the fabric of your trunks, warming your chute and by inhaling my next breath, I receive the full impact of your man-scent.... my arms fixed over my head, my head under your butt - your balls on my forehead – the entrance to your chute so close, but also so far away from my goal to impale it,

Bi4cybfights: I kick and wince in deep frustration and growing desperation, but I realise, that by kicking hard, I could slide downwards and escape your face sit! And yes: on the skin of my chin I start to feel fresh air, don´t give up I kick!!! …….I arch and wince like a buffalo...

John_Page: Your hot breath on my arse is making it very hard for me not to shoot my load. You are struggling like a wild animal that has been caught in a trap, trying to prevent me from smothering you out and I am not sure I will be able to hold you in this position long enough to accomplish my goal.

John_Page: I slide my arse of your face and watch you gasping for air looking worried, looking weak and almost ready to lose to me and that has been my aspiration since our first contact.

John_Page: Slide my crotch down your body and almost shoot from the friction between our two hot bodies. I must not do that as it would most certainly lead to me losing this match, but to conquer also this additional cockfight would increase my victory and your defeat, but the goal I am working for is different and deadlier than a cock fight. The hold that will lead me to an inevitable victory over my rookie opponent. My cock rests on top of your huge bulge in a dominant position. My left arm goes behind your neck and my right over the front. My right hand covers your nose and mouth and I lock up my ‘kiss of death’ (front facing sleeper hold). You are not logged in. I feel you tense up in utter panic and I know it will not take me long to KO you and then your arse is mine. I succeed: the rookie has no idea how to stop this hold and I place it perfectly, can see how the eyes of the rookie widen and start to panic.

John_Page: I want to move my hand from your nose and mouth so I can kiss you but I know I must concentrate, there will be time to kiss you when I have put you to sleep. I grind my throbbing cock into your cock and show you my dominance. I cannot resist but to say “You came so close to beating me Joe but the pro has proven just too good for the rookie this time” I feel a little sad that I did not get to use my patented ‘jumping tombstone piledriver’ to knock you out with but HELL who cares I got to use my second favourite move.

I am sure I can feel you slipping away into a nice sleep but I must keep going until I am sure you are out I just hope I can hold off my orgasm as I need to fill your arse with as much British sperm as I can produce . “SAY GOODNIGHT JOE” I can resist no longer and I remove my hand from your mouth and nose lower my face and plant what I hope will be a ‘goodnight kiss’ on your lips. yt

Bi4cybfights: suddenly I feel your butt slide from my face onto my chest – stopping immediately my attempts to escape --- I shout "NOOOOOOOO!" as you start to cover my body with yours while your cock attacks mine!!! Now also a damn cockfight??? Can I suffer more?????

Now again you are on top!!! "WTF!!!" I think - "It can’t be!" I am in a rage - and I will throw you off me – but oh my God !!!???? Your left arm slides behind my neck - your right performs other secret moves - DAMN - you cover my mouth and nose!!! "Are you NUTS?" I shout - but nobody can hear!!! I panic - my dick grows - and falls inferior to yours... the time for me to my cum gets nearer!........I cannot believe: just seconds earlier I was totally in charge!!!........On the road to success - -no way to lose control again --- and now???? I hate you, but I also admire you and your wonderful moves!....... I feel an urge in my body rising, to end this fight and to give up to your superior sex-skills…. I still resist – but my feelings change.

Bi4cybfights: Your heat, your hot sweat, your huge weight, your power, your hot COCK , your huge legs, the big boots, your sexy seducing voice – my resistance starts to break, seriously, my acceptance to give intensifies rapidly, my orgasm runs closer. I feel, I start to resign: "so what!?! he deserves my defeat! Whatever I tried: he managed to escape.....“ I feel you are watching me: carefully. I feel helpless, but totally safe and protected at the same time!........I feel the urge to fall asleep and accept, whatever you will do to me. A small flame of resistance still burning. I feel you observe me, watching for me to go unconscious: my body tenses - but it’s more a reflex....no chance – I am done - you will send me in the dark... my arse is yours... and I will be proud to be your prey...I hear you saying: "Goodnight" I am close to defeat, that little flame of resistance starts to go out. I am still reflecting, when I did my last mistake, when I gave you the chance to turn the tables so quickly and mercilessly...
I feel you remove your hand and replace it with your kiss --- I inhale your breath - we are both so close.... and I start to wrap my arms and legs around you - now more in love than in rage and I press you firmly against me. Suddenly realising you start to wince and moan. I feel you do not perfectly concentrate on your kiss of death, you seem distracted: “WTF is going on?“ You seem to be in serious trouble, and that flares my proudness and resistance. My dark streetfighter attitude wakes up, a small hope to make you cum earlier than me – flaring my sinister wishes to get the upper hand for a last time. I rub my cock against yours and I realise: you are not only wincing in pleasure -- there is also pain mixed in your voice --- and suddenly I understand - your injured and bruised flanks -- and my arms and legs already around you !!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING DAMN - SHOULD I....................???????????" Could my hug of defeat turn into an embracing death for you????

Bi4cybfights: I hook my sneakers behind your lower back, placing a leg scissor and I entangle my arms around you adding more and more power, observing your reaction: “Yes” I succeed! I was less than 3 seconds away from losing - now it’s you again, who starts to suffer... you break your kiss, watch the rookies brown eyes and well-trimmed grey streaked beard in surprise and growing desperation. You lift your body up, your mouth opens, tears in your eyes, you start to panic and suffer like hell, when your ribs start to bend again. You yell out loud in pain, start to crawl of me towards my right side --- I roll sideways - you are on your all fours... gasping, moaning - my leg scissors now placed perfectly and easy to hold - I feel the time is now ticking for me to place a hold, you cannot escape and I admire this warrior, who has forced the best out of me...and I feel, I have recover more and more --- my energy level rises again, pushed by watching your pain and struggle

With a sudden move I release my scissor - you are kneeling there - I slide kneeling behind you and go for my final, devastating special submission hold: I gently pull you backwards against my body - like a lover. I bend my upper body towards my right side and lean a bit forwards, against your back – you don´t realise that I bend your head and your upper body towards the left side - slowly - avoiding you realising the danger, I lead your right arm under my left pit, behind my back, and fix it under my left pit. My left arm lies behind your broad shoulders and my left fist grabs the wrist of your left hand. Then I lift my right sneaker over your kneeling right thigh and place my right heel right in front of your hard and throbbing manhood, so that you cannot jump up, close your legs or protect your manhood.... your bulge is pressed against the fabric of my trainer and my sneaker soaks up your lust-juice, produces by your cock and pours out of your trunk, betraying your efforts to resist me,.

Bi4cybfights: Your body is now fixed on mine - your arms are locked behind my back and by my left fist and your legs are blocked by my right leg, that crosses and presses down your right thigh…. my foot secures your thighs so they remain spread. All these gentle moves were careful, almost tender applied. But now you are lost: I start to raise my upper body and force your body to bend backwards. That is the moment you start to realise your body is fixed in a bench vice like hold....my body arches backwards and your whole body is fixed like in a rack. Your cock is totally exposed, unprotected next to my sneaker heel, pulsing between your muscular thighs----my right arm and my right hand is still totally free. I place my right hand onto your chest, let my palm gently slide downwards and start to press my body harder against yours, adding to your arch backwards a painful arch towards your left side: now your muscular, strong body is totally at my disposal, your lower ribs are clearly visible. You start to moan in pain, but also in unrequested pleasure, as I start to kiss tenderly your ear lobe, your cheek, your pro warrior neck and face - telling you seducing words. And to complete my dominating position, my right hand DIVES into your warrior trunks, grabbing your cock, gently, patiently, seducing and placing an inescapable hold on your manhood....

John_Page: I have you at last; I can win with an erotic hold, “YES IT IS NOT SO BAD TO LOSE IS IT JOE” I think to myself. I feel your arms and legs gently wrap around my torso and I take it as a sign of your body surrendering to the alpha.

John_Page: “NO NOT NOW” my ribs and my midsection start hurting like hell as the slight pressure from your lovers embrace causes me to moan with more pain than pleasure. You must have realised that I am still very sore and tender from your earlier attack and you lock on a body scissor hold that makes me break my kiss and has me almost tapping my submission.

John_Page: I manage to pull out of your deadly scissor trap and get on my hands and knees groaning in pain as I crawl off your body to your right. You quickly get behind me and pull my back against your chest but I don’t feel like I am in any immediate danger.

John_Page: You then seem to do several things at the same time and trap me in an unescapable and deadly hold, even I never heard of before. My arms are trapped and my thighs are forced open. I feel vulnerable and when you lift your body and force me backwards and sideways, I cry out in pain and pure panic as I realise you have secured me in a type of abdominal stretch that considering my injuries is going to be almost impossible for me to avoid making the unthinkable decision to submit to you.

John_Page: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK as you arch me back more, sweat pouring from my forehead, mixing with my blood and is running onto my pecs. Your free right hand rubbing my chest leaning into me and causing me to arch backwards with so much more pain I now have tears in my eyes as I prepare myself to scream out my submission to the German rookie.

John_Page: Then you divert my attention from my pain by tenderly kissing my ear lobe, my cheek, my neck and face while quietly and seducing whispering in my ear. Your hand slides over my sore and beaten, stretched abs before “OH MY GOD NO PLEASE NO” you hand goes into my trunks and grabs my throbbing cock, now my heart sinks as my brain seems to accept the inevitable and dreadful fact that I have virtually no chance of fucking the best arse that I have seen on a wrestler in many years, “No he is going to empty my balls of my man-seed and taking the very last of my strength and then he will be able to beat me…….. I so wanted to put my Brit seed in his tight, firm German arse but instead my arse is going to belong to this fucking hot German fighter”.

Bi4cybfights: I lean into you, breathe into your ear canal, causing you goose bumps all over - I kiss tenderly your cheek –your love tool betraying you more and more and breaking your resistance mercilessly. I try to give you terrible kiss- but you avoid by turning your head away in a last effort to resist... I kiss your shoulder, deeper, your clavicles, your chest, ribs - you feel my rough trimmed, grey beard - you yell when you realise, that I am aiming for your nipple, intensifying your goose bumps - and when I lick and suck your man-nipple, my fist clenches in your trunk, all wet by cum-traces, pre-cum and sweat. I grab your waistband and hook it underneath your balls - let your penis shine erected, powerful, hard and proud pointing directly onto the sneaker heel, the dark grey sock, the hairy calf muscles of your older, bearded, German competitor... you feel my fist clenching firmer, starting to stroke you slowly at first, small moves, seducing, luring your cum to leave your balls for me....

I murmur - seducing: "big, strong, British pro - you are so sexy, so powerful - such big muscles, bloody hot balls - you did such a wonderful job and you nearly had me, by a hair - and I promise: you would have been a worthy opponent to have me.... You were strong, resolute, honourable, and brave. I can feel your rock hard cock... that wants to shoot, to unload your cum.... "………..I lower my voice: "Shoot, my friend – just do it!!! Shoot – and you will feel much better!!!" I stroke your helmet along my sock, my hairy calf --- "you can feel my muscles? my sweaty sock? my leg-hairs?.......You want to spray your man-seed onto my street warrior leg?.......to make my leg wet and slippery?........You want to make your semen glued in this hairy leg?...... on my skin?........To mark my long leg with your wonderful, creamy semen?.........Shoot, my proud and strong British pro sex wrestler.... shoot for your German opponent!!"

Bi4cybfights: I stroke your helmet into my calf - hair, I speed up stroking your British pro cock - kissing your strong and wincing body - feel how your shivering intensifies - and your body prepares to give me, what I want and seal your defeat after a long and hard fight that neither of us anticipated. yt

John_Page: You breathe into my ear and I shiver, you start again to kiss my cheek but when you try to kiss my lips I know it will finish me so reluctantly I manage to turn my face away. But you give me no relief and kiss my shoulder, my clavicles, my chest and my ribs. I can tell you are going to go next for my nipples and I cry out “NO PLEASE NO” my goose bumps intensifying. I can feel how wet your fist is inside my trunks as you grip and bring my cock towards its inevitable ejaculation.

John_Page: You hook the waistband of my trunks under my balls and release my huge, erect and throbbing cock from the safety of its enclosure. I gasp as my cock feels the cool air of the gym. You stroke my cock expertly and when you start to talk in your deep low voice telling me how good the fight has been and how sexy I am. You use your sole, your sock and your hairy legs against my cock.

John_Page: When you say to me “Shoot, my proud and strong British pro sex wrestler.... shoot for your German opponent!!" I can hold onto my pride no longer I tense up I freeze I cry out loudly “HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS” as the first shots of thick white British cum shoots all over your leg, you trainer and sock then all over my tummy and over my chest. I cry, scream, moan and swear as my cock pumps every last drop of my fighters cum and with it my remaining strength from my sweaty balls.

John_Page: I now have no strength left no will to continue fighting I collapse back against you, almost passing out, knowing I am going to lose to the German rookie. Even my cock relaxes as you force out the last drops of my seed into your sticky figures. My eyes close as I struggle to stay awake. yt

Bi4cybfights: I feel your breath change – your body trembles- I feel your resistance brakes – your flood gates burst open – and you SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!! Your second load in this match……all your cum over my hairy leg, on the apron, also over me and yourself – you arch, you wince, you yell and cry – and I stroke and stroke – not brutally, but quick and hard, to lure all your mighty and creamy British cum out of your wonderful captured warriors body…

Bi4cybfights: It seems your orgasm last hours – and sweat pours out of our bodies again, mixing with our earlier sperm-traces and sweat. And after you have given me all you had, you break down in my arms. I hold you for a few seconds like a lover. You are very weak now, all done, no fight left and I admire this strong man, cannot subdue to kiss your sweaty chest. Then with a low voice… “”Wonderful job – big, British, strong, powerful and mighty fighter!!! Well done… really well done….!!!“ And I wait a second… then I ask: “You give now?“

John_Page: I give every last drop of my British seed to my German opponent as I collapse embarrassed and exhausted back into your arms. I hear you tell me what a “wonderful job” and telling me “well done”..…”really well done”!!!!...... I just think to myself what more could I have done to beat this man and I realise I could have done nothing more I had given this fight my best shot and this new sexfighter took everything I threw at him and still he has beaten me.

John_Page: You look at me and say “You give now?“ I look back into your face and say "You want to beat me Rookie you will have to knock me out I will never submit to you or anyone”.

Bi4cybfights: I hear you refuse… and nod ---- you are proud and courageous until the end… That’s what I love… and that’s why I absolutely want you to be my prey and my property… I inhale deep. I murmur:……“John – I didn´t expect anything different of you” I stroke my cum covered hand through your hair“. Then I add:……“OK: I will knock you out and I will tell you how. I studied many of your fights and to knock you out, I will use something you like most – I will execute your own favourite finishing move… you know, what I am talking about?“……..I feel how you shrug in panic and I laugh diabolically.
I release my modified ab stretcher, get up onto my feet – and with a quick move I let you fall flat on your back – I pull you up wrap my arms around your waist. Lifting you and invert you with ease. I realise you start to understand and feel the danger, you are in – and you start to resist – but too late, too weak: my arms wrap around your waist and your cum covered cock against my cheek, your helmet rubs in my beard – your face between my thighs…yt

John_Page: You look at me laying absolutely helpless against your chest with absolutely no fight or strength left and tell me that you had expected that I would not submit to you and you stroke my hair with your cum covered hand. You tell me … How you will knock me out!

John_Page: You tell me that you watched many of my matches and studied my moves. Then you tell me you are going to use my own finishing move to knock me out. My heart sinks I feel sick. This German rookie is going to knock me the ‘pro’ out with my very own move how can this be true?

John_Page: I feel you release me from your painful abdominal stretch the move you used so well to finish me and drain me of my strength. I fall helplessly onto my back before you pick me up turn me upside down my head trapped in your strong thighs with my face against your winning German cock. I am forced to smell the strong pungent smell of the alpha musk, your spent cum, pre-cum and sweat. I can feel the heat or your hot breath against my cock……….You starts to rub it gently against your beard. ……I cannot believe that it is getting hard again even while I am about to get beaten. yt

Bi4cybfights: I step on my sneakers – your legs upright – your big weight almost makes it impossible for me to get up again…. So exhausted – but I am so close to claiming the prize I have been wanting all the night!..........I am holding the big man for the last time in the air for my final move, your wet and – AGAIN- stiffening cock against my rubbing bearded cheek. I kiss your balls; swallow your cock, helping it to swell again, against your will! ………I ask loud: “John, you are ready to suffer your own finisher? …….just to let you know – I will add a jump just like you do to increase the devastation of the impact!!! LOVE IT!“
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Bi4cybfights: I bend my knees, collect all my energy, I stretch my long, strong, muscular, hairy runner and streetfighter legs – my ex-white sneaks leave the ground, jump – a bit forward – we start to sink, speed increases by the collected weight of 170 kg, while flying I start to bend my knees, ground flies nearer and TTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD I ram onto my knees – your skull crashes onto the apron, your brain becomes dark, your dick spits again an additional shot of your cum into my face – for a moment, we rest like frozen in time, your wonderful body upside down like a tower in front of me – than you sink out of my grip, fall flat on your back – for some seconds all is quiet, silent, peaceful and dark

Bi4cybfights: and after the thud is faded away- I can hear you breathing deep into my chute. I bow over, my forehead sinks on your chest and I start to count and tap you out: „1 (tap )--------2 (tap )------------3 (tap ) – I think: „perhaps I can go for a 10 count?“-------------------4------------5----------- always combined with a clear, tap. You seem to realise, that I am going for a 10 count!!! You try to move – but a hand on your chest stops you…
„6 (Tap)----------7 (Tap)-----------------8 (Tap)-------------------------9 (Tap)---------------------------------(a break) -------------------------------------------------and 10! (Tap)“
all quiet – all dark, all peaceful… and the street warrior thighs release their hold on your head, my forehead laying on your chest, hearing your breath, feeling your heart beat…. Waiting, taking a break ---- and after that I slide of your defeated body – you feel my hand gently laying on your chest, checking, if you continue breathing and your heart beats.

John_Page: I am fixed upside down, held close to your body which is a position that I have held many guys in the past but never have I had the misfortune of being held like this before. I panic as I know what is coming and I know it is going to hurt also I am 100% sure it is going to knock me out and give you a huge upset win. I can tell you are arousing me again with your mouth and your beard I feel like you are going to make me cum again but I know I cannot have any sperm left. You ask me if I am ready to suffer my own finisher and inform me that you are going to add the same jump to the tombstone that I do. I feel myself lifting and then what seems like a long drop before THUD a terrible pain as the top of my head as it crashes into the ring floor, a feeling in my cock as it shoots out the reaming cum that was left in it.

John_Page: DARKNESS, SILENCE, DREAMING my body falls to the floor, totally knocked me out cold You are not logged in.

John_Page: You put your knees on my shoulders and move forward so your victorious German arse sits directly on my face You are not logged in. You are not logged in. rest on my chest and begin counting your pin.

John_Page: I do not hear the start of your count as I am dreaming about fucking the same arse that is sitting on my face while its owner is counting out his victory. I feel you tap the floor and hear you shout 5.... I try to move put it is impossible and I feel your hand press lightly down on my chest just enough to let me know that any attempt to break your pin would be useless.

John_Page: I take a deep breath and the intoxicating strong alpha aroma from the seat of your trunks, goes directly to my brain and acts like a drug making me dizzy and excited and almost causing me to pass out again as you expertly smothering my nose and mouth, while I hear 6 tap 7 tap 8 tap 9 tap and then what seems like several seconds before a loud shout of TEN TAP.

John_Page: You move your arse forward and off of my face so I can breathe again but you remain on my chest while it slowly rises and falls again. I feel you roll off. I lay still with my eyes still closed You are not logged in.
I feel your hand gently lying on my chest. I try to lift my head without opening my eyes You are not logged in.
then I try to open my eyes to see you but they remain unfocused while they adjust to the light.

John_Page: You are not logged in. I can see your face looking a little concerned. I remain very confused after the knockout. I put my hand on your face and look you in your eyes and I ask you “Is it over Joe? Did you beat me?”

Bi4cybfights: Relieved you wake up again, I inhale, try to avoid, you seeing my concern. I feel your abs rising and sinking under my palm I feel respect to this big, strong fighter, who offered me such an epic, even fight, in which we both showed all our skills and expanded our frontiers, reaching limits and crossing them, I could only dream about before...

Bi4cybfights: I see you lifting your head - obviously very dizzy --- your eyes crossed - you ask me: "It is over Joe? Did you beat me?" It is hard to avoid laughing out loud... I grind my teeth, bite my lip, luckily your head drops back on the apron again and I say: "Well, I made you shoot twice, knocked you out cold and then tapped you out.... some guys would say, I have beaten you.... did I forget anything?".

Bi4cybfights: I bend forwards and whisper in your ear: "I think, I fulfilled all the rules - now it’s time for the stakes, John, be a man: accept your defeat and to be mine....."with my other hand I grab your semi hard cock, start to stroke your wet and creamed manhood again.... "Don´t dare to resist, and you will see your German street warrior can please your British pro butt perfectly"

John_Page: I feel a degree of comfort from the tender feeling of your hand on my aching and sore body. I see that you try not to laugh as ask you if you won. You tell me that you made me shoot twice, knocked me out cold, tapped me out.... and mockingly asking if you had forgotten anything?" Your answer makes me gasp; I swallow my own spit as the realisation of my loss sinks into my brain. I lay my head back down feeling a tremendous shame, sadness and disappointment that only is felt by a true worries who has given everything that he has and still lost an important battle would understand.

John_Page: I shudder as your little finger touches the root of my cock before you lean in and tell me that you have fulfilled all the rules and you are claiming your stakes. I close my eyes again as you tell to accept my defeat and not to dare to resist adding that you will show me how you will please my arse perfectly.

John_Page: I have lost many matches in the past and have always accepted the stakes like a man. Today will be the hardest for me to mentally deal with as a German rookie has not only beaten me but has humiliated me by making me cum twice then knocking me out with my very own move, not content with just pinning me for a standard three count he sat on my face while he counted to ten. ‘Yes I did everything I could do to win today but he won and he won well he won decisively and he won fair and squire. I have no complaints he is the better man and I must now give my British arse to a German rookie”.

John_Page: My eyes are full with the tears of shame but they look you in winners face and I say “You won you own my arse. I accept my stakes and you are now free to own me and do with me whatever you want you have earned that right I am yours for as long as you want to use me” I turn away and then back to you saying “Now take me Joe and enjoy your victory do whatever you want to me because you know, if I had won, I would have done it to you”. Yt

Bi4cybfights: I sit there - looking at the experienced warrior, who brought out the best in me... And now this big, strong man is my prey... I moan, and my cock throbs thick, creamy streams of pre ---- I look at your cock, stroke it, see, how it grows again - I admire your manhood and when your abs move hard in growing excitement, my hand slides deeper between your thighs, into your chute . I lean forward and my finger reaches your entrance, all wet and sweaty, I dive into your body with my middle finger, forming again my prostate-hook, it touches your prostate for the second time this evening, now knowing, that you must suffer that hold, but you have lost the permission, to resist it....

Bi4cybfights: I see your breath speeds up, you turn your face away in shame and growing excitement - but I know what you feel when my finger starts to press and to slide over your smooth man-gland, looking at your deep breathing chest and your big fist clenching. I see what feelings my man-massage causes you... I lean over your chest, gently biting your nipples, while you start to moan and you start to bend and lift your huge thighs, I murmur:………..”I want this night anchored in your memory, your heart, your brain, your body for all time as it will be in mine” with my free hand I stroke your huge, deep breathing chest --- your face turned away, but you avoid resisting my sexual attack, you take it like a man. “Mate I am proud that I managed to defeat you. It was close, but I proved my fighting skills. Now it is time to show and test my sex skills and you will be the man who will suffer my sexual desire willingly - enjoy!" yt

John_Page: You are looking at me and stroking my cock to full erection again. I gasp out a loud moan as your middle finger pushes past my sphincter and up my chute. I have felt this move before in this match, I was able to fight it and resist it but this time I must accept it. The prostate hook so expertly applied again by the German sexfighter.

John_Page: Your prostate hook instantly works first on my brain. I have so many simultaneously thoughts flooding my mind. What a perfect hold, so simple so effective, one finger controlling a man’s body, his mind and his sexual desires all at the same time. A hold that can be used to control an opponent, to weaken him, to make him cum or even to submit him. I smile to myself the rookie teaching the pro a hold; I think he must patent this hold as part of his arsenal of moves.

John_Page: Very quickly I get the full force of the second effect of your move, my body seems paralysed it only wants to respond to the massaging of my prostate. My cock responds by throbbing and leaking thick white stick pre in copious amounts.

John_Page: So embarrassed by how easily you control me I turn my face away from you as you tell that you are proud to have beaten me and you proved your fighting skills then going on to say that I am going to willing suffer as you test sex skills.

John_Page: My cock is so close to exploding, I panic that I will not be able to prevent my ejaculation before you demand my sperm as a sign of my total sexual submission. I try to relax and trust you to control my submission yt

Bi4cybfights: I see you turning away your head, saying nothing, but you don’t try to resist my anal hook. That is honourable and a sign that you will accept me to mount you and you are ready to bear my victory attack. You resist saying that explicitly to me, but that was not part of the deal, I can see how you like – and suffer – my anal hook. And looking at your movements and of your chest, I can see, that your winces do not show any resistance or displeasure, but also shows growing excitement, best visible by looking at your tremendous hard and throbbing cock!!! Holy shit– your manhood is really going to prepare your 3rd shoot!!!.....What a prof of you manhood!!!
I think, I can trust your acceptance of my victory fuck… but I will be still careful and place a hold, you can hardly defend – as you are dangerous….

Bi4cybfights: I step up – walk towards your legs stand spreading my legs over your legs. I tear down my trunk – my rock hard cock jumps out, I throw them onto the floor next to you. standing over you with my legs spread, you can see for the first time my 8incher, cut, thick, straight, a drop of pre coming out of my slit… pulsing…

Bi4cybfights: I bend down, tear down your totally wet trunk. I press your trunk in my right fist, so that drops of your cum are squeezed out of the fabric: I start to rub your trunk through my bearded, older face – rubbing your man-juice in my beard – and after that you can see, how I lube my cock with your load by rubbing your trunk over my helmet and my shaft – always having a careful eye on you, in case you start to escape or resist – but you look at me, eyes wide open, as your alpha slowly prepares himself to breed his British mate…

Bi4cybfights: Then step on the heels of my sneakers and push them off my feet, like a man, who is going to bed… and stand there in grey sports socks. I place my sneakers next to your right hip, and then I kneel down, turn your huge body towards your right side, lift your upper left leg over my right shoulder and place my throbbing cock in front of our closed hole… I grab one of my trainers --- inhale my own smell, show you the fabric – and cup the shoe over your cock, cup the heel over your balls and lead your helmet high up into the smooth, warm, sweaty cave of my warriors sneaker, and show your slit the place, where the brit pro warrior will send his own cum … the same place where I forced less experienced opponents to unload their might before you…

Bi4cybfights: I hold my sole and start to rub my shoe along your cock, rubbing the smooth inner sole along your v-point, seducing and stroking your cum vein continually, I add some more pressure on your rod by pressing my fingertips onto the upper side of your cock, increasing the pressure, your helmet slides on the warm and smooth sole. Then I bend over your flank – forcing your upper leg to flex more. You feel my sweaty grey socks fixing your lower leg and I ask: “can we do our man-job, defeated British pro sexy fucker? Are you man enough to take the man meat of the rookie?“ yt

John_Page: I feel like a dummy being controlled by the hand ventriloquist who is now my owner with his one figure controlling my every movement my every thought. I fought so hard today I was expecting to fuck the arse of the best opponent I have had the pleasure fight.

John_Page: In this game the price of losing is very high, not only am I not going to get the pleasure of fucking your arse. No it is my arse that is going to get fucked and I must now willingly accept you my alpha, a position you have earned and deserves by defeating me so decisively.

John_Page: I watch as you take of your trunks and throw them next to me. Oh I so want to pick up your trunks, to smell them, to suck out all that pre and spent cum from our battle, to take them and keep them as a reminder of the hottest and hardest match I have ever had. But I cannot touch them, I did not earn that right, they belong to my alpha. I see now for the first time your cock in its full form and now I know I was correct when I calculated you had an 8 incher.

John_Page: You bend and with force you pull of my soaking wet trunks and squeeze out my spent sexual discharges, rubbing them into your beard and then using my trunks to lube your cock in preparation for your victory fuck and the seeding of your conquest.

John_Page: I see you watching me maybe expecting me to escape but I have already accepted you as my alpha. I have no intention of denying you your rights and have decided to accept whatever you wish to do to me. To willingly and honourably show you that I accept the dominant position that you took over me the moment your count reached ten with your arse firmly sealed on my face.

John_Page: You remove your trainers I can see your grey sports socks looking wet with your manly sweat. You turn me to my right and lift my left leg over your right shoulder. As I feel your hot German breeding tool close to my sphincter, I instantly get a strange tingling feeling all over my body. You take up one of your trainers and inhale what must be a musky aroma before you place it over my cock. GASP as my helmet goes deep into the warm wet interior of your trainers. I instinctively know that this is the place I will be expected leave my British seed for my German conqueror. I look at you and you know I understand and agree.

John_Page: You use the inside of your trainer to stimulate my cock more and more and I find it harder and harder to hold in my sperm but knowing that I must not ejaculate before permission is given to do so, both knowing that out of respect for the winner, the defeated sexfighter must wait to be allowed to cum. You look down at me again, lifting my leg higher I now feel your fully loaded gun pressing at the entrance to the body that you now own. I then must hear the words that I never expected to hear today “can we do our man-job, defeated British pro sexy fucker? Are you man enough to take the man meat of the rookie? “. -----FUCK-----The humiliation that I feel as I hear “defeated British pro sexy fucker?” is deep and will remain with me for a very long time.

John_Page: I look you in the eyes and say “I lost to the stronger and better worrier, Take me, fuck me, put your winners’ seed deep inside me. I willingly and 100% give myself to you now to do with as you wish” yt

Bi4cybfights: I hear your words – unexpected proud, honest, clear, straight, fair and sportive. Now my cock jerks an additional shot of pre – and I feel proud to impale and fuck you. A fuck between to even men and fighters.

Bi4cybfights: I lean over your flank – my cock pulses next to your hole and I say in a low voice: “you are a tremendous fighter. This time I did it – but I know: it was by a hair – and perhaps next time, the tables can be turned and I would accept your fuck as you do mine now. I can tell you, in all backyards I did fights, you would be admired! You dare to fight even or stronger guys and risk to be submitted – that´s what I would call a honourable man – and believe me: I am not the only one.“

Bi4cybfights: I press my mush against your sphincter. I feel you keep your promise and try to relax, I press myself against your entrance and without a kiss – only while looking into each other’s eyes – my thick, pulsing, hungry and trembling 8incher slides into your body, into the warm, firm and dark, smooth warrior cave, where I wanted to send my cock into from the first second I saw you. I start to sweat more – feel your big muscles, your heat and all that fight experiences increase my heartrate, so that I can hardly subdue to cum at once. I feel your British gun in my trainer is also totally ready to shoot. My pupils widen as yours, when I reach and dive along your man gland, causing me the feeling of excitement and for you the feeling of exploding your lower body……we both try to hold back our ejaculation until my balls reach your firm butt cheeks and my cock is inserted totally, reaching the place, where I will send my sperm in seconds….

Bi4cybfights: We both have to wait some seconds to adjust ourselves to this; we do not exchange any more words or tenderness. When I am sure, that I can control my orgasm again, I start to slide in your body – my legs spread wide, my socks fix your right thigh between them and onto the apron, hold your lower leg in place – my balls push against your butt cheeks and pulled back again… first small and slow moves, carefully, not to shoot too early. After I have widened your man-cave enough, I start to shove my dick with longer and stronger moves through your muscle ring along your prostate, but I feel I have to fight for my self-control hard!
I see your eyes start to flicker and your pupils widen. I say: “I want to give you more of the scent of your German opponent“ I grab my other trainer with my free, left hand, lay myself flat on your flank – I shove my left arm and hand with the old sneaker along your back upwards and under your neck until my sneaker is in front of your face. I incline the sneaker until it cups your mouth and nose, the heel under your chin, you turn willingly your head a bit downwards to press your face firmer into the warm and smooth, musky fabric….

Bi4cybfights: I feel, I am seconds away from a tremendous orgasm, which will perhaps kill me!!! See how that impressive man accepts willingly my sneaker scent, my fuck, his impressive and potent cock in my trainer -- I look at his huge chest, his muscular arms, feel the verge of no return comes closer … I speed up the stroking moves on your cock in my sneaker– I start to press my thumb on the toe cap, where your helmet slides. I grind my teeth, murmur “now my British pro wrestler – now give your German opponent, what is left in your big, mighty British balls -----!“

John_Page: As you prepare to confirm your new alpha status you honour me by telling me that on another day the result could have been different and I feel so much better when I hear these words from you. However on this day you proved you were the better fighter and it is time to claim your well-earned reward.

John_Page: I feel you press your helmet against my sphincter and I immediately relax, allowing you to penetrate me easily without any drama or protests. I gasp as your cock plunges deep inside me and reaches my already stimulated and sensitive prostate. My own cock now being totally controlled only by its new master’s actions, it throbs and twitches within the confines of your musky trainers.

John_Page: The atmosphere seems very tense now devoid of any conversation or tenderness. You begin to enforce your position by slowly fucking me harder and harder as your helmet taps my prostate with authority. I hear you say “I want to give you the scent of your German opponent“. I am not sure what you are planning but I am sure it is designed to further and permanently implant in my brain a reminder of who defeated me today. You take your sneaker and place it over my mouth and nose. The heel fits under my chin and as you push it firmly against my face it acts like a gasmask making it impossible to breathe without filling my lungs and making my brain swim with the strong odour created by a victorious German worries sweat and testosterone. Feeling sure you know the strong smell that you are forcing me to inhale will remain in my brain for ever and will give you a psychological advantage over me in any future battles that we may have.

John_Page: As you stimulate my cock within your other sneaker I want and need to cum so badly. I moan loudly as you press your sneakers toecap down firmly onto my helmet. Finally you instruct me to empty my proud British seed into your sneaker. I obey your command immediately, shooting my third load of cum into one of your sneakers while I must deeply breathe in the strong smell of the other one. I shoot so much cum into your trainer that I want to pass out and sleep; only the feeling of your hard cock in my arse keeps me awake.

Bi4cybfights: I see how you turn your face downwards after I gave you my permission, my command to shoot your load, as if you would try to hide your excitement from the eyes of your superior. You press your beautiful face hard into my trainer, you gasp, tense, shiver, you grab my arm to hold yourself in place – a touching move - and then I hear a muffled roar from you and I feel how you unload your third orgasm into my trainer – the toe-cap becomes astoundingly wet… my eyes widen as I realise, how much man-cum was still left in your testicles, and the power you unleash your cum, so that your shots even penetrate the old, smooth fabric, thick cum-drops become visible on the material. But because I don´t want to lose a single ounce, I turn the shoe around a bit, causing more sexual pain for you. You start to wince and struggle… and that´s all that is necessary to send me nearly simultaneously with you into the dark.

Bi4cybfights: My body tenses as if I would try to break my own bones, I lift my head up and backwards – WRAP my arms firm around you, YELL out loud with an overpowering ROOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR – my flood gates EXPLODE for the second time and I SHOOOT DEEP inside your body, filling you up with all the manpower I can give, mark you as mine and press my cum as deep in you as I can! I shiver, tense, nearly pass out cold – and then lay on your flank - both delivered all they could give… last shots flow out of my slit – all peaceful……. After minutes, I drop of your body – breathing deep, trying to collect my strength to get back on my feet. Wondering, how you could shoot three times, while I was hardly able to survive two orgasms… But you are the pro wrestler and always able to surprise your competitors!

Bi4cybfights: You also start to turn slowly onto your back, clearly totally exhausted by this hard and intensive fight --- on your face the impression and traces of my sneaker – SO HOT AND SEXY – we watch each other – Job is done – battle is over – a bit sad – it was so hot, hard and intensive… Then I lean over and grab your trunks ---- saying: “my trophy“ – you look at me, silent – is your cock swelling again? I smile – sit up – grab my trunks – and throw them towards you… “your trophy, mate – you damn fucking earned them”. Was a pleasure to fight you….!“ And now your cock swells definitely, as mine does.

Bi4cybfights: I get up – hold a hand towards you – “grab it mate, let me help you to get up“ and you stand up on staggering legs… we smile at each other, standing nearly totally nude in front of each other, a moment of respect and sportsmanship - and again both clearly excited …

John_Page: As I cum you press your improvised facemask very firmly against my face, ensuring I can only breathe in the intoxicating smell of your manly feet. I turn my eyes upwards and see your eyes are full of the pride of a winner, the excitement of a man who is about to have maybe the best orgasms of his life, I also detect a hint of compassion for a man who is bravely accepting the stakes that he freely agreed to before the match.

John_Page: You open your mouth and ROAR like a lion. You ram your cock hard into my anal cavity and I feel a huge amount of warm, sticky German alpha seed being injected deep inside me. You triumphant victory is complete. Your British pro opponent has been seeded by the new German sex wrestling beast.

John_Page: I feel like I am going to burst and I cannot believe the amount of cum that you are putting inside me. Your cock is so hard that it is blocking any possibility of your sperm escaping from its new home. As you continue to empty your big balls inside me I think to myself “I did not lose the match today, this guy Joe won the match he fought well he fought better than me, he was hungry for the win and I could have done no more than I did to prevent his victory”.

John_Page: Moving your trainers around my cock you make sure that I give you every last drop. When you remove your footwear from my cock and balls I see the smile of satisfaction on your face when you see the amount of British sperm that you have removed from my testicles.

John_Page: The thrusting of your hard man-meat subsides and then everything is peaceful with only the sound of our heavy breathing fills the ring. You slowly pull your cock from my arse while making sure that every drop of your sperm remains inside me. You finally remove your sneaker from my face but you can be assured that your man smell has been implanted in my brain as deep as your seed has been implanted in my man cave.

John_Page: I watch in silence as you pick up my trunks and again look me in my eyes and say “my trophy”. You then surprise me by grabbing your own trunks and throwing them towards me saying … “your trophy” I instinctively put them to my nose and breathe deeply while my cock begins to expand again. You smile and then stand, offering to help me up. As I stand I feel so weak and so exhausted both physically and mentally. We stand face to face our cocks remain excited and we smile at each other with a mutual respect that only true sportsman will ever appreciate.

John_Page: I look at your handsome face thinking I must have a rematch with you and it must be very soon. Unbelievably my cock is now rock hard again. I receive no instructions from you to leave the ring so I turn and walk towards the corner thinking my afternoon with my new rival is over. yt

Bi4cybfights: you smile, turn away, want to leave the ring. You start to step over the third rope when I raise my clear and resolute voice: “where are you going?“ You stand near the turnbuckles, spread legs, looking back at me, your body turned towards me- you see me standing in the middle of the ring, your briefs in my fist. I am standing there now bare feet, my sweaty socks united with your trunks in my fist. . I step towards you… right in front of you… press your huge body into the turnbuckles of the ring and rub my fully erected cock along yours… I grab your neck again… you look at me, my thumbs slide over your strong neck muscles. “What?“ you ask. I smile: “I was planning a whole night with you --- not only a stupid battle with only 5 orgasms. Did you forget? Winner can do with the looser what he wants and sadly for you: your winner wants a night with you! Now the job is done and the pleasure between men can start“…..You open your mouth in sudden panic --- but I spit inside your mouth and before you can spit it back out, I shove one of my balled up grey sweaty sports socks in your mouth, gag you with the other, place a lip lock onto the wet, sweaty, musky fabric to exchange our breath through my scent….

Bi4cybfights: We have a short hand to hand fight and I suddenly feel your dick pulse against mine while my cum vein slides along yours ---- “do your really shoot for a 4th time??? Well, if you really do, I will find out how many orgasms you can add during the night before us…” ……….I think– and then I press my thumbs on your carotid archeries. You wince, realising what I am doing – I remove my lip-lock – smiling, saying: “had a wonderful teacher!“ and within 5 seconds you fall limp, sink off the ropes into my arms …. I throw your big body over my shoulder, grab our trunks in my free hand and walk out of the ring and the hall to a place where we can see what this night can still offer the two warriors.

John_Page: As I step over the top rope I hear your firm German accent saying “where are you going?“ I stop instantly ‘SHIT’ and turn to you thinking ‘Joe has not finished his stakes I should not have left until he told me to leave’. You walk up to me stand in front of me, press your body against mine rubbing your erect eight incher along mine. I am amazed that after blowing three huge loads I am not only rock hard again but also wanting to give you a fourth orgasm. An orgasm that is not demanded or expected but an orgasm I willingly want to surrender to you.

John_Page: I feel my ball churn and I know that I am now unable to prevent the inevitable. You take my neck in your strong hands I look at you and say “What?” you return my look with a smile that contains an element of compassion and informing me that as the winner, you want a whole night together.

John_Page: I open my mouth in sudden panic and you spit into my mouth. I am in total shock but before I am able to spit it back out you shove your balled up grey sweaty sports socks into my mouth. You then gag me with the other sock. My eyes are wide open thinking ‘how did you know I love spit and sweaty socks, not possible how could you know something like that, a lucky guess, well lucky for me”. I swallow your saliva and I love it I taste your salty sweat and I am in heaven. Then you plant your lips on my gagged mouth. As you kiss me, we exchange the musky sweaty smell of your socks I panic I am not getting much oxygen, I try to break free and we have a short battle. You overpower me and once again your cock is able to dominate mine, rubbing our cum-veins together. I feel my sperm leave my testicles.

John_Page: Even if I could, you give me no time to reply and press your thumbs into my carotid arteries. I instantly know you are using same hold that I used on you in the match. I look into your face and see your smile as you jokingly say “I had a wonderful teacher! “. Your hold works so fast it creates a feeling of euphoria and I automatically shoot my fourth load of sperm over your cock and thighs as. Then I quickly drift off into unconsciousness, sinking off the ropes and into the arms of my Germanic warrior.

John_Page: You throw my sleeping body over your shoulders picking up our exchanged trunks and take me away for what turned out to be a fantastic night of not only sex and bonding.

END

Published: 2021-10-12, viewed 264 times.