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Previous: The Rigged Match - Part 1

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You are not logged in. - Madison Jones

You are not logged in. - Mike War Machine

The Author:
Previously Madison and Mike were given orders from IPW Management for a rigged match. The match dictates that Madison would win the match causing a major upset for the dominant force known as Mike War Machine. Doing so would give a career bump to Madison while Mike would suffer a big loss, though Madison is not happy with the idea of Mike taking a fall like this. With the threat of disciplinary action that could mark their career if they refuse to go through with it, the two work out terms they are both comfortable with, Madison making sure that they will work things out in a way that makes Mike look good even while losing. So the two started the match with everything going to plan… so far.

Mike War Machine:

You are not logged in. - Full Control

This is it, this is me. The real war machine in me is taking over. The cheers, your grunts, my building power.. This is what my goal always is. I feel you struggling under me, but I manage to keep you there pretty good. Suddenly it flashes through my brain. Damn, I won't be able to finish this.. The fuckin company.. I can't do this.. I'm the war machine.. My brain is melting. I'm a loyal man.. Fuck that! Damn so many voices in my head. Meanwhile I feel you struggling, holding your trunks solid in my hands. You begin to move under me and I realize I have to allow it, it was the deal..

As you counter against my moves, the crowd begins to cheer you on. I can feel it, more and more begin to support you. Your fighting spirit is insane and gives you many fans on your side. Your elbows are reaching their targets and stun my leg, forcing me to back off and have to let you go. You begin to crawl away and I know, as you'll do', this will be a very hot sight. I just keep pulling on your trunks and pull it off as you crawl further away. I want to give you some time so I begin to show off with your trunks. I hold it up high above my head, then start to rub it all over my sweaty chest and abs. After a while, I turn back to you and hold it like a toreador, ready to lure you as my bull now. Hoping you had enough time to recover to work more on our master plan here.

Madison Jones:
I crawl away as you pull the trunks from me, hard cock and balls visible to the crowd as the whistle, cheer, and even laugh. You hold them up flashing them to the crowd and I can see you are giving me a breather. After a moment of you showcasing and getting some laughs, I turn over on my back, bring my knees to my chest, and kip up again; this time my body is nice and sweaty, the act looking amazing. I look at you holding my trunks out like a little flag, goading me while I stand there naked on proud display of my body.

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Now I need to figure out how to take control of you. You want me to be a bull, you got it. I charge at you, fast and full. Arms spread wide, try to Spear you.

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Mike War Machine:
I hold your trunks, I can even smell your manhood without holding it close to my nose. I shake out my head, as it begins to distract me. I move a bit out of the corner, waiting for you to come at me. I hear the announcers laughing at how it's like I'm playing your mind. Several camera flashes blind me, they are taking photos of your impressive cock and just at that time you are already running at me. I want to adjust my feet but I'm already a little too late. "Ummpfff" air gets squeezed out of my lungs as I you even slam me back into the corner. I'm hanging just by my arms over the ropes, damn that was more powerful than I expected.. I begin to move up, using the ropes as I toss your trunks out of the ring

Madison Jones:
Your arms up over the ropes with my head to your chest, fuck I love the feel of your tough hard body. Got to focus. You are in the right position for one of my iconic moves, a real crowd pleaser. I climb the turnbuckle now, both boots on the second rope, my cock in your face. Left hand takes your hair, the right makes a fist as I look down to you. I raise, and start to punch your head, lightly though, making sure I bob on the rope to make it look like I'm hitting harder than I am. The crowd counts as I start punching. 1... 2... 3...

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Mike War Machine:
I'm still in the corner, a bit dazed as my back also hurts a little from the impact to the corner. You are still with me, as I can feel you tower over me and pull my hair back. I'm forced to look up at you, actually stunned about your body standing over me and the power you have in there. I try to read your face, but something tells me I can be safe.. Then you begin to punch me. Not as hard as I was afraid, but enough to not have to act like it hurts. The crowd counts so loud with you, they clearly only want more and more which shocks me a bit. We go to 5, even hear the word 8 when I think it's been enough now. I turn my face away from your cock, which has been gone all over my face, scoop my arms under your legs up to your back and lift you off the ropes back in the ring. My head is actually dazed and with the power I can use, I want to throw you down but I fall down as well on my chest.

Madison Jones:
You lift me up with my cock still pressed against your face and you are certain there is some wetness there coming from it. Hands come around your head to hold onto you trying to stop what you are doing, throwing another punch at your head. You go to throw me down in the center of the ring, and drop me down with it echoing through the arena, all while you come down on top of me in the process. My back arcs as the crowd winces, many of your fans cheering for you as you get out of the humiliating corner punches. I can feel you are dazed, maybe too many hits to the head even if they were light ones. I groan in pain, but then whisper "Guillotine... lock..."

I struggle through the pain and wrap my legs around your core clasping my ankles. Arm comes around your neck and I wrench lightly. The crowd starts to cheer for me, excited to see me take down this behemoth... this War Machine. They start chanting "Tap Tap Tap!" While the commentators talk it up, the Face is excited to see me do it, the Heel crying, saying this can't be happening. This is for show, no real pressure here or attempt to suffocate you. I know you can counter this and take control again... which will probably lead to the move I've been fearing...

You are not logged in. - Guillotine Arm Lock

Mike War Machine:
I'm freed from the corner which feels really good. My head still pounds more than I would have expected. The crowd is completely on your side now. I was wrong.. these fans really want to see a bigman fall some time. It's for them we do this.. While I'm down and thinking, you begin your next attack. I feel your solid legs around my waist and your arm around my neck. Tougher for me to breathe in this position, but I can feel you are still holding back

The crowd screams and shouts, they want me to tap. But I'm the War Machine. Deal or no deal, I won't ever tap. You'll have to put me out.. the move goes on, I'm sure you look very good doing it. But I know I have to outpower this once again. I move myself to my knees with you still hanging under me. I scoop under your back again, begin to put myself to my feet. I'm shaking on my feet, getting heavy to carry your weight but I bite through. I turn us around and with a huge roar almost in your ear, I slam your back into the turnbuckle in expectation this will force you to let me go.

Madison Jones:
Again, you impress me. While I suspect if the guillotine was for real, you might not have been able to pull this off, I can tell from the sweat on your body that this match is wearing on you. When you lift my near 200 lbs frame up, it is a testament for just how strong and jacked your muscles are. That pulls excitement from the crowd, as well as an overly dramatic facial expression I put on for them. Your roar in my ear then ram me into the turnbuckle, and that causes my arms and legs to come loose like you expected. You can feel my chest heaving against yours now, as well as my cock pressing against you. I think it is time, "Do... it..." I whisper as you lean against me, the Heel Commentator going on about how you can't stop the War Machine. The Face Commentator apologetically saying it is all over for me. Your fans are cheering for you to end me. Once you apply it, I just have to break out, apply my finisher...

Mike War Machine:
I'm driven by full excitement. My body is fully pumped, all veiny and in need of total domination. The sound of the roaring crowd gets me all wild. I let out another huge roar as I hear you whispering, giving me the sign. I don't hesitate and turn you around in a swift move. Your cock is still hard as I expose your body to the crowd now. I pull us both up, my semi hard bulge already rubbing over your back. I lock my hands up behind your neck, and lock it a Full Nelson hard. Force you to look down some as my chest presses hard info on your back. My semi hard cock against your ass cheeks, sliding over your hole. "Fuck yeahh!" I roar out loud in your ears and to hype the crowd some more. Enjoying my moment of total domination. We have entertained this crowd so well. They won't have to say we didn't do our job. "Do it.." I whisper in you ear now.

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Madison Jones:
Total domination indeed. You pull me into the Full Nelson, my naked body on display, and you're 2 extra inches over mine to help pull me to my tip-toes. Many things flood through my mind as I'm locked in this position again, and to make it worse, I can feel you hard cock pressing into my ass, sliding over my hole. Yeah, there is the thick layer of your fabric keeping you at bay, and I even know this is part of an act. My body remembers when this wasn't an act though. I start to struggle, a fear in my face that sells my desperation so well to the crowd. Both Commentators talk it up, acting like I'm being executed by the War Machine, both in on the fact that this is a rigged match. You say the words to do it, and I could if I were in my right mind... I begin to struggle harder.

Thrashing back and forth in your arms, maybe you think I didn't hear you. What floods through my mind are the measures I've learned to escape this move. I try one of them... I bring my right boot up and place it over your right knee trying to get a firm grip so I lift myself. My arms go straight up, and my left leg dangles down a little off the canvas. I wiggle back and forth, the sweat from our bodies helping to make us slick. I try to slip out, all the while panicking while I feel your cock in pressing into my ass.

Mike War Machine:
I can feel my veins popping out all over my body. This is what they love. This is what they are made for. Holding guys, all locked up and captured. Showing off. There is my crowd again. Shouting for their war machine. To bring another victim to his grave. The announcers are going nuts as I begin to shake you a bit from side to side. My body has taken over, but there is a voice inside yelling at me. It's so loud.. What the fuck, I'm a pro. I made deals. What am I doing? The confident look disappears from my face, instead I begin to frown not sure what to do anymore. I look down and notice that I'm pressing my bulge against your ass. Just seeking pleasure, I guess. Damn this is not what we discussed. My arms weaken some and then they force back together. I can't even talk, speak to you. I just feel how I need more power to keep you on your feet. Don't go down man! I just say that in my head as well. What was the plan again? Man I can't organize my thoughts

My body screams for more domination as my brain keeps telling it to hold back. What can I do? I can't just drop you here, you aren't even fully trying to do something to break free. I only feel my cock growing more, which must be awful for you. "Put him out! Put him out!" My ears catching the demands of the crowd. No, no.. I try to pull back my hips a little to create some distance for my cock not to rub your ass that hard. Then finally I can bring something out "Do something! Try something, get the fuck out!" my arms weaken a little as I whisper this in your ear, begin to get a little desperate as this still has to look like a real fight and our doubts might already have betrayed us here.

Madison Jones:
My attempt to slip free fails and so I begin to thrash, and for what it is worth, that sells the struggle to the crowd pretty well. Finally I hear you telling me to get the fuck out. I remember the plan, but the damage has been done. My boot still on your knee is enough to give me the leverage to swing my left knee forward, and then back. The back of my thigh connects with your groin. It isn't the most convincing show of force, but enough that you and the commentators can sell it. They start crying out "LOW BLOW!" knowing what's in the book. Meanwhile in your arms, you can feel me starting to go limp from the exertion. This match has already taken a lot out of me, the trauma from this move has emptied the rest of the tank.

Mike War Machine:
I begin to struggle to hold you up, without making it look like I take care of you. I try to move my arms so that they poke your head, hope they fire you up again. I begin to breathe faster, not sure if this was part of the plan. Did we have a plan B? I feel your boot on my knee, expecting something to happen. But it takes to long, and I try to loosen my hold little by little without it being too obvious. "Cmon" I grunt in your ear again, and suddenly there comes your stomp back. I release my holds on you right away and drop you, I cup my hands over my groin, make an expression on my face that shows a lot of pain. I begin to stumble backwards, still holding my balls. I look at you, hope you get up and get this match even again. I take the time to knee in the corner, let the crowd enjoy this momentum switch, at least they expect..

Madison Jones:
Dropping me to the canvas, I let out a grunt as I collapse to my side. The crowd reacts poorly to the low blow. I turn my head towards and see you holding your balls, kneeling in the corner. I know what I'm supposed to do, and you're in the right position for a Shining Wizard Kick, one of my trademarks. I plant my hands next to my head, push hard, straining my muscles as they burn with lactic acid. I get myself to my hands and knees, my fans cheering as they think I can turn this around; as the script calls for. I force myself to stand, sweat dripping off me, and my hard cock swaying with my movements. It looks like you are waiting for me, really playing up that low blow. Here I go.

I start to rush towards you now, I wish I could say I was running, but it's more a lumber. I cross the ring trying to build up speed, some of the worst movement I've ever done. As I get to you at maybe a half running pace, then I leap up and throw I kick at you, trying to to hit your head with my shin, but instead probably hitting your shoulder. I throw out the sloppiest Shining Wizard Kick I've ever done, and fall to the canvas in front of you clearly exhausted.

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You are not logged in. - Exhausted

Mike War Machine:
I can see you are totally exhausted and it gets me worried. I can't pretend I'm that really hurt much longer as I'm already on my knees, waiting for you to finally do something. You begin to come at me at very low speed, it actually looks a bit pathetic in my eyes but I'm ready to go for whatever you'll try. Then there you go, and you can't even make it to my head and a light thud stuns as you kick my shoulder. You fall to the canvas in front of me, and I'm not sure what to do next as this attack wasn't big at all. But I act wobbly as well as you hit me, and then I let myself fall on the canvas next to you. My face covered in my arm too, we are face to face and I whisper "Dude thought you were going to end me? C'mon.." I try not to be too loud, but the crowd is outrageous as they see both of their warriors spread out on the floor

Madison Jones:
The way that you fall down next to me might almost be comical if it wasn't for the face that Management was expecting ME to win this match in my condition. I look at you with my eyes so fucking tired, us making eye contact, and you can tell I don't have this in me now. The crowd is cheering, both our fans screaming our names, trying to get us to get up. Commentators are playing it up, thinking this is all part of the act. I grunt, push myself up to my knees. My mind in a haze, I forget that we agreed I would choke you out, so instead I go for a submission. I grab your arm and slide it between my legs, hands come up over your chin, grip loosely, and I start pulling on it applying a Crossface.

You are not logged in. - Crossface

I look terrible doing it. With my head so close to yours I whisper. "Finish me... make it... look good..."

Mike War Machine: We are down much longer than usual. This must look so weird. I lift my head up some and see how exhausted you are and how you struggle even just to get up. I begin to move. Just move my arms and legs some but I don't really move further. I just act like this until you finally come at me. I feel your body on mine, it's like you just rest on me. Come on dude, be a man, show your power.. these thoughts flash in my mind as I feel your hands on my chin, barely inflicting power. I begin to act like this is pure pain, but it just feels all fake. I keep hoping you find some energy to make it look realistic. Then I hear you whisper, almost begging.. What??

Is this a trick? A request? What is it?? I lose my acting face and I know it. I'm so distracted. The plan? But we can get fired like this?? Fuuuuckkk.. my brain is exploding. But this can't go on much longer. I begin to break your hands open, it goes pretty easy. Move your hands over my head and flip myself to face you. I can see your tired eyes and I feel so bad seeing you like this. But I keep moving and grab your body as I move to my one knee and begin to bend your back over my knee. Try to do it loose, not too much pressure on your back. Let out a grunt followed by a whisper "dude are you okay?" I press down on your legs and throat gently.

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Madison Jones:
You slide me over your knee, and you can see my chest heaving so heavily. The ref comes over, maybe he's figured what we are doing. There are procedures in place with federations and rigged matches in case any number of unforeseen events happen, such as a person getting injured or simply being unable to fight. This is one of them, all because I didn't realized how crippling my fear of that hold and getting fuck in it Full Nelson was. Fortunately I am now in Mike's strong, surprisingly kind embrace, spread over his knee in a backbreaker. The ref is asking if I give, aware that this is not the plan, but we have to do it this way. I shake my head and I hear the commentators going off script, having to figure out what to say. Ref raises his hands in the air and the bell rings. The War Machine wins again.

Mike War Machine:
My face is still selling war, but on the inside I feel miserable. I have broken many rules before, but this feels wrong in all ways. I still hold you over my knee, your naked body bent so hard as I can feel you give no resistance in it anymore. The bell goes and the crowd is going out of their minds, I hear them shouting my name. I quickly roll you off me and move up. It's tough, but I need to finish this act now. I put my boot on your chest as the ref grabs my arm and raise it up high. I yank my arm free and fall back to my knee, holding my back as I show them I'm in big pain as well. The fans are begging for the stakes and I look at you.. I move myself up and scoop your body over my shoulder as I take you out of the ring. "This bitch will get what he deserves in my room hahahaha". I smack your ass some as we get out, hype the crowd for one last time as we head backstage and I take you to my shower

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Madison Jones:
I continue to play up the pain as you hold me there on your back, crying out, and to some degree... actually loving this dominance you are showing by holding me here. If it wasn't for the fact that both our careers are in danger, I would almost beg you to jerk me right here. Of course you just might since Stakes were involved, and the crowd is calling for it now. My stakes are always nice, I had simply planned to jerk you off in front of the crowd and leave you undefiled. Given what I know about War Machine, and what I've seen him do to Superboy before, my mind worries what you might do to please the crowd. There is such a relief when you sling me up over your shoulder to take me back to the room, playing up your usual role to the crowd while smacking my ass. I can tell some of the fans are upset they aren't going to get to see it, and the commenters express their disappointment too. For me though, nothing but gratitude.

The Author:
As Mike takes Madison backstage, elsewhere the IPW management is furious over the outcome of this match. Text messages are flying back and forth, and finally the mid ranking one on site, the man running this show under Ahmed and Carter starts to make his way to the locker room ready to lay into these two performers. In the meantime Mike and Madison start to recover from the match.

Mike War Machine:
We head out the arena. I Have you in my arms, I feel awful actually. I already forgot I won this, but the sound of the fans cheering my name reminds me of it. Security guards guide us back in, doctors appear "back off" I shout at them, as they ask if you need any help. I will help him. They probably think I'll hurt you more in private, well that can only help my reputation I think. I close the door behind me, and put you on the couch. I put a blanket over you. I feel weird, I'm not really used to comforting someone like this. I hear my phone buzzing in my bag, I see loads of missed phone calls. Most from the managers. I feel bad. I sit next to you, in a weird position I rub over your back, afraid to hurt you more. "Are.. are you okay?"

Madison Jones:
You carry me over your shoulder, my hard cock pressing into your upper pec, maybe sliding over your nipple, and it is humiliating. A camera man back stage catches us briefly and so I play the part, of your beaten opponent about to get fucked. Finally you take us into your room and lay me down on a couch covering my naked body with a blanket. Rubbing my back, I look over to you, not sure if you actually want to fuck me or not. My breathing had calmed, and like you, I'm a sweaty mess. "I'm okay Mike." I'm quiet, both from the exhaustion, and the things milling over in my mind. "It's like that... every time somebody applies it to me. I just can't seem to get over it, the trauma." I lay there letting you massage me. As I lay there I'm aroused, but it is fading as we talk about more serious topics. I glance over to your legs to see if you are still as hard as you were in the ring, trying to figure out if you want sex or not from me.

Mike War Machine:
It takes some time for you to recover and calm down and so do I. My cock also begins to shrink as I'm actually feeling guilty. Even more as you talk about your deep feelings. "I'm sorry.." I have never been a big talker, never found the right words, "I triggered you too much." ...I let my hand slide over your chest, just gently rubbing up and down. I leave another silence, don't know how to go on. But my cock rises slowly again as I rub your sweaty body. I look down and shake out my head "no way I'm going to fuck you now man. Think you had enough trauma.. Can I get you a drink? I quickly change the subject, feeling a bit ashamed of my own hard cock

Madison Jones:
I start to adjust my position, getting up sitting next to you while the blanket pulls away from my lap. I sit there looking you in the face, seriously crossing me as my hand reaches forward to stroke the side of your thigh, fingers resting against your crotch. "It's not your fault I couldn't handle it. It's a normal common move. You might not think you deserve a victory fuck after all this, but the truth is, you're a handsome dominant man. I like to be controlled, you saw how fucking hard I was out there." I lean forward and rest my head on your board shoulder. "If you want me, then take me now. If you still feel bad, then let's get a drink afterwards."

Mike War Machine:
I never felt like this after a match I won. I feel weak. Vulnerable. I feel.. human? What have you done to me? You begin to run my thighs, fingers against my crotch as it gets rock hard. Fuck.. You still invite me to fuck you, after all you have been through today. "You.. are a good man". I sigh deep, still feeling guilty deep inside. You let your head rest on your shoulder. I grab your head and gently twist it some, bring my lips to yours and let my hand rub over your crotch now. "Are you sure? I don't want to make you feel more uncomfortable.." as I bring my other hand on my cock and begin to jack off as it's fully hard now

Madison Jones:
Your hand starts to rub my cock now, it's skin still up, and it firms back up quickly. There is little need for words now, it's clear what we both want. You lean in for a kiss and I return it while sliding my hand over to your abs. I slide it down your muscles into the waistband of your trunks and take hold of your manhood, starting to stroke it with my hand.

Mike War Machine:
You don't reply back in words but you grab for my cock and I let out a grunt. It's already rockhard due all the adrenaline and body contact we had. I help you get down my waistband and so my trunks, give you the space to treat my cock. I move myself to my side, lay next to you on the couch. I pull you closer to me, rub my chest hair against yours. Lean in some more to kiss you deeper, stroke your hard cock while I moan as you are still playing mine

Madison Jones:
With your trunks down I see your uncircumcised cock for the first time today. My advances have been subtle. I waited around in the locker room naked for you to see. I wanted you to, and loved it when you stripped me in the ring, and now here you have chosen to touch me there. You seem shy about this stuff, but you are opening up, and maybe I can help you with that. Our bodies rubbing together, our musk from the ring still thick on us, and now the taste of our breath in our mouths... we grind into each other as passion and lust starts to show.

My hand on your cock, I push back your foreskin, fingers coiling around your shaft pinky to index. I know how sensitive it is for us uncut guys, thumb on your cockhead, I start to stroke my hand up and down your cock with my well experienced hand. I pull away from the kiss looking you in the eyes. "Let me take control here Mike, I'll treat you good, kind, and you will love it."

Mike War Machine:
I always have the reflex to freeze and punch when someone treats my cock. It's because it only happens when I lose a fight and then want to own me for the stakes. But this is so different. I can feel my body relaxing just by the speed you come at me and the calm tone you speak at me. You look deep in my eyes and I can see the good intentions in them. Also see the fear in them disappearing. I pull my hands back from your body for a moment, feeling uncomfortable and not sure what to do with them. I just put them behind me on the couch and rest on them, while you play my sensitive cock so well. I let my head tilt back, grunt and moan due to the pleasure you give me. I feel my body relaxing, walls breaking down. "Daamnn.."

Madison Jones:
I stroke it a few more times, long strokes knowing exactly how to make men feel so good. This isn't about degrading or humiliating an opponent in front of a crowd, this is about making a person feel good and safe. I lean towards you now and give you another kiss as I see your mind flooding with thought. "Mike, stay with me. Let me show you a different side, just between us." My voice is so calm and soothing, not a drop of hostility or fear in it. I stand up now, hands on your hip and shoulder, start to try and lower you to the carpeted floor on your back. "Let me show you a good time, you will love it."

Mike War Machine:
I feel warm and tingly sensations flooding through my whole body as you keep pleasuring my cock. You talk so calm, it's almost like you are hypnotizing me. I get another kiss and suddenly you begin to put me down to the floor. I'm not sure what you are doing but I just let myself be guided by you. I lay on the floor, your body on top of me. I have to force myself to do something since it's really unnatural for me, so I force my arm up and begin to rub your hair. "We take care of each other.. right?" my voice sounds insecure, I can feel it.

Madison Jones:
"Yeah, I'm not going to abandon you or anything. For now... let me give you pleasure." I slide your legs up over my shoulders keeping my eyes locked with yours. Left comes down and pulls back my foreskin, and I part your cheeks as my manhood pushes toward your hole. Right hand on your shaft again, soft strokes filled with pleasure to help ease you. "I'm going to enter now, are you ok with this Mike?"

Mike War Machine:
You raise my leg and at first I still have the reflex to flex up and push back, but once again your calm voice helps me to relax more and more. "I trust you.." My eyes open wide as I feel your cock pushing against my hole. I squeeze it all together, but I moan more and almost forget about it as my cockhead is so sensitive and I even feel so precum leaking out already. You ask me if I am ready and I close my eyes "I.. guess.." I feel like I need to do this. I owe you this. You treat me with care after I let you relive your trauma again. I try to force my brain to tell me I need to enjoy this, and my hole starts to open us slowly..

Madison Jones:
The phrase 'I guess' worries me a little. I hope this isn't out of pity. I push in now, slow and soft. There is always a little discomfort on the try, but soon my cock is sliding into you, the wetness of the underskin helping to lubricate the process. I enter inch after inch, 5... 6.... 7.... I stop there, just as I hit your prostate. I switch hands on your cock and bring my right over your heart feeling it. I now slide my shaft back, not exiting you, and timing my stroke of your cock with my thrusting. We begin the act while I keep eye contact with you.

Mike War Machine:
My eyes pulled together hard, it's like I can't open them at all. Your cock begins to enter and I even grit my teeth more. My face must look awful like this. You go on slowly, which gives my hole the time to get used to the size and it already begins to fit around your big shaft. My eyes are still closed, even biting my lip as I don't want to scream. Or grunt. Or whatever, my brain is still telling me to act tough. I feel your hand on my heart, it's beating like crazy. I put my hand on yours, searching for something to hold. Finally I'm able to open my eyes just a little. I see how you are worried, and that worries me. I want you to enjoy it… "Go on", I open my mouth and begin to grunt and growl, in pleasure as my prostate is gently touched "go on man, enjoy" I repeat once again.

Madison Jones: I now start to lose myself to lust. I thrusting and stroking you in unison, never pulling out. Eyes locked the whole time, I start to speed up, sliding up and down inside of you while I give you full stimulation on your cock. We are both already sweaty from the match, and I feel your heart rate rise even more. I lean forward over you as I thrust, and give you a long passionate kiss.

Mike War Machine:
My cock shrinks a little as the focus is fully on your cock in my hole. I grunt more as you are getting more into it, and I feel the sensations all over my body. It's warm, tingly "Fuuuuckkk!" I begin to grunt, my eyes fully open and looking into yours now. I can't see any signs left of the exhausted man I just carried out of the ring, but I try to focus on this moment now. Then you come forward and begin to kiss me, I pull my lips back hard into yours. I put my hand on your jaw and then over your head to pull you closer towards me

Madison Jones:
The act of doing so causes me to push in my full length, 8 inches in, but at this point my cock is well lubricated with my own precum. I speed up and stroke with my hand. That heartbeat is so fast, the most intimate part of the body for me. I thrust... and thrust... and trust...

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Your right leg slides down to my side as I keep thrusting, this act of our union and mutual respect for each other flooding my mind. I close my eyes knowing I won't be able to hold out much longer, and so I clench up and focus on pleasuring you hoping we can shoot at the same time together.

Mike War Machine:
As I begin to allow myself to enjoy and get pleasure out of this, I start to moan more and louder. My cock begins to grow again as you massage my prostate so well. I bring my hands around my head, turn my head into it as I try to define all the feelings rushing through my body. My other hand is still around your neck, I bring your face towards my chest as I rub it over my hard nipples. "FUCK YEAH", my cock is leaking. My hole is fully open and relaxed now, begin to enjoy the feeling of your cock in me. "Let's fuckin do it!" I growl out, about to shoot in any moment, I can feel.

Madison Jones:
Pressing my head to your chest is such a joy, feeling your nipple against my fuzzy cheek is just what I need to unload. I shoot forth inside of you now, a load that is thick and full. I stop thrusting, and pump, and pump, and pump. 7... 8..... 9...... a final 10th shot as I moan into your chest and my body weakens from the orgasm. My breathing is heavy again, but never neglect your cock, stroking it until it shoots, even even a little after.

Mike War Machine:
Your head against my chest is the trigger I need to fully enjoy and relax, just at the moment you begin to unload too. I grunt as you I feel a stream of hot cum sliding into my hole, it just keeps coming and coming. My cock reacts right away and begins to shoot all the way up your chest. My mouth opens wide as I keep looking straight into your eyes. I never had pleasure from an opponent who takes me right after a match. But this felt good actually. I let my head get down on the floor, feeling exhausted from all the energy I have used today

Madison Jones:
You cum gets on my chest, and I don't mind one bit. Once I've finished uploading, quick to pull out of you, and bring my mouth onto your cock. I massage your balls to help more seed come out, and take it into me. Normally I am not so cockthirsty, but for you Mike, I do this. I suck until there is nothing left for you to give me from your slit, and then pull off and come to rest on your chest. My right hand rests over your heart, and I feel it beating, content that we have had such a close and personal moment together. This was better than getting fucked in the ring, this was two men truly learning to respect each other.

The Author:
Unknown to Madison and Mike is that the onsite manager is about to walk into Mike's room completely uninvited. He's upset because of how the match ended.

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Manager:
"What the fuck is going on here?" I enter the room and see these two employees naked and cuddling on the floor. Wearing my suit, I adjust my tie sneering at this filthy display. "Do you have any idea what Mr. Power is going to do to me, and especially you two what that shit in the ring?"

Mike War Machine:
You still have your hand on my chest as my heart starts to relax again, until suddenly the door swings open, I shoot up right away. I move up with you, hold you tight and put you behind me, some reflex to protect you. The manager is shouting at us, for a moment I don't know what to say or do, although I knew this was about to happen. Just the way we are here now, all naked, doesn't make it any better. I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist, but my cock is still hard and points up in it. "Get out here!" I clear my throat "We'll talk about this later", I shout back at the manager, while I offer Madison another towel

Madison Jones:
I'm also startled by the door opening and sudden shouting from the manager. I rise up with you and look at this overdressed asshole. You speak and I see his reaction, me waiting to see what is going on fully before getting involved. I accept the towel you offer, and wrap it around my waist, feeling flattered that you are already stepping up to protect me. I mean, I'm a guy and a wrestler who can take care of myself... but it's nice to see somebody looking out for me.

Manager:
"Oh no Mike, you don't get to talk to me that way. This is my god damn show, I'm calling the shots." I point at you, right eye twitching, "You were supposed to lose tonight to that rookie trash there. It was supposed to be a big upset to make him actually worth something. I can't believe you took him back here and fucked him like this. It was just one loss Mike, that's all we wanted, one fucking loss added to your record." I am absolutely livid.

Mike War Machine:
I have never seen you like this, and somewhere I accepted already this was all for the company, all for the show, all for my bigger story. I let you rage on, thinking about what I'll use back to you. I hear him talking about Madison like he's thrash and worthless, still praising me there. Then I cut you off and begin "Listen man, It didn't planned out like we all wanted yeah but so what?" I bring Madison behind me some more "It was my fault, my stupid ego couldnt handle it so what? Are you going to fire me? Your fuckin big star?" I begin to expand my chest, showing off why I am the number one here. Try to impress, even after I did not follow the contract I want to make a statement I'm needed here and I take the responsibility.

Madison Jones:
I see you putting yourself out there, willing to take the hit. It's surprising, I don't think you would have done that a couple days ago when we met at the bar. Still I have my own ego and want to get some words. I step forward around you to the manager and speak up. "Look, stuff happens. You know that shit happens in the ring that can't be accounted for. Injuries, mistakes, or sometimes other stuff. Can't we just... let this go with a warning?" I try to play the diplomat.

Manager:
"Shut the hell up Jones." I look back to the War Machine. "Somebody has to take a fall here. I'm not going to take it. You, know damn well we can't fucking fire you Mike. At least not until somebody better comes along. Maybe when Superboy gets better, you won't be so untouchable. So your fuck buddy here, it's gonna have to be him. Less than a year in the federation too, that means we can fire him for whatever reason we want in his contract." I look back to Jones, "Pack your fucking bags Jones, I knew you could never live up to your dad."

Mike War Machine:
The manager just keeps raging on, never seen him like this. I can't get a word in between, but when he talks about Madison getting fired, I already begin to step forward. I still hold my arm spread out, giving Madison the sign to stay behind me. I turn my head "You are not going anywhere.", then turn back to the manager. "Well then you better get that fuckin superboy kid here." I leave a silence and raise my voice again "If he has to go, I'm going too. It's not his fault but mine! So yeah blame me, fire me." I try to act cocky as I can, "So if you don't need me anymore, now's the time to say it"

Madison Jones:
I go quiet... not sure how to react. My mind is spinning though, a few things seem fishy, was this a setup for me? I just stand there and watch to see how this guy takes Mike's reaction.

Manager:
You're right that I'm more agitated than usual. "Mike... work with me pal. Something has to fall here or I'm going down. That guy there, he's a nobody. His dad might have been good before he kicked the bucket, but Madison? Is this something you are really willing to quit over? It would mark your record, you know." I'm putting on the good guy face now, the buddy buddy grease that usually gets Mike to go along with stuff.

Mike War Machine:
Your tone gets a bit nicer already and I feel some relief. I come forward and even put my hand on your shoulder "Listen man, it's just not his fault. I don't want to be responsible for his resignation. I bet you understand that as well". I sigh deep, look back at Madison, than back to you. "He's young, he will learn. Give him the chance. And no worries, my next opponent can squash me how hard he wants." I rub your shoulder "Want me to talk to the big bosses? It's not your fault either."

Madison Jones:
I'm surprised you are standing up for me so much... even if both of you seem to insulate that I'm not very good... Still Mike standing up for me is really flattering. Plus, he is handling this guy really well. I keep watching quietly.

Manager: I look over to Jones. "Alright Madison, you're lucky that Mike is so happy fucking you. Next time you screw up, Carter will probably fire you himself, or feed you to a handicap match with stakes." I then turn my attention back to Mike, "Mike buddy. This is just a misunderstanding between us. We'll figure out how to smooth this over, you just keep on destroying guys for us, and you fuck whoever you want." I turn to leave the room.

Mike War Machine:
I feel so good, having the confidence of the company again. Brings a smile on my face when they even offer me to destroy more guys. I sigh deep as he leaves the room, damn this day cost me some energy. I turn back to Madison, having gotten an adrenaline rush after this unexpected visit. "Think we're even now man, tho you still own my one haha" I laugh as I slap your cheek gently.

Madison Jones:
"I'm really... flattered you stood up like that for me..." I actually blush a little. "Fuck, is somebody aiming for me. I'm worried now Mike. That's my problem though, something I'll have to figure out." I give you a hug now... and slip my hand under your towel through the opening to see how hard you still are.

Mike War Machine:
You act all nervous and blushing, "You are cute haha", I feel so relieved. I hug you back and then feel your hard cock pressing against mine as you also reach in my towel to feel it. "Guess it's my turn now, right?" I twist your shoulders, smack your ass and pull you into the showers.

Madison Jones:
I smile as we head off together.

Published: 2022-02-12, viewed 85 times.