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You are not logged in. - Madison Jones - Age: 28, 5'10", 198 lbs, 8" Uncut Cock

You are not logged in. - Tommy Gunz - Age: 22, 6’2”, 244 lbs, 8” Cut Cock

Madison Jones:
Orlando Florida, home of Disney World, Nickelodeon, and most important, a beautiful beach. As part of the SECW Spring Break Brawl tour, I have a new match with Tommy Gunz, a newer member as of this season. He is bigger than me, both in size and weight, but I've seen a few of his matches and have a game plan. Since it is Spring Break, I make sure to hang out on the beach a bunch, more than happy to show off my body for whoever.

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Tommy Gunz:
I recently signed a contract to make a few appearances in the SECW. Brought down to Orlando for their Spring Break Brawl tour. Haven't been told who I'm up against. No matter. At 6 foot 2 and 244 pounds, not many on the roster measure up to my size and strength. The days leading up to the signed match. I make sure to get some rays at the beach. Gotta make sure my tan is perfect for the upcoming match.

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Madison Jones:
Once it gets close to showtime, I make my way over to the ring that's been setup. Slip into my trunks in the dress tent forgoing the boots as this is a beach afterall, and come out to the ring when it's time for us. My music plays, an English cover of the song Alumina as I come out, the crowd cheering for me as I'm well known.

Announcer:
Making his way to the ring, from San Francisco California, Standing at 5'9 and weighing in at 198 lbs. MADISON JONES!

Madison’s Entrance Music - Alumina English Cover

Madison Jones:
I make my way down to the ring now, the crowd cheering for me. I am well known in the SECW, having won the first tour, and generally respected as I've been a dominant wrestler since the start of the year. As I get to the apron, I slide into the ring, hop to my feet, and throw out a few shadow punches and kicks. Finally I fall back to my corner and turn towards the tent, waiting for Tommy to make his way here.

Tommy Gunz:
I arrive at the beach. Ring set up on the sand. I change into my signature black square cuts and boots. This may be the beach but I've got a look and persona to maintain. I exit the dressing tent. Sun showing off my tan and body. I'm met with a mix of cheers and boos. New to the tour the crowd is not sure what to make of me. No matter. I'm here for one reason. To win. I saunter to the ring. Slide in under the bottom rope. Eye my opponent across for me. Give a little flex to the crowd which increases the level of cheer and boo's.

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Madison Jones:
The ref calls us to the center of the ring and starts going over the rules. Single fall, Pin or Submission win, Full Erotic, and Loser gets Fucked. While he are going on about a clean fight, I extend my hand for a handshake. "Good luck." I speak confidently, your larger size not phasing me one bit.

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Tommy Gunz:
I join the ref and my lightweight muscled opponent in the center of the ring. I look him up and down. I've taken on lightweights before but this opponent looks to be able to carry himself in a match. I study him and prepare my strategy. "Good luck to you." I reach out and grab the stud's outstretched hand. Give a strong squeeze as I shake.

Madison Jones:
I nod, the crowd cheering at the handshake, and then I break off and step away a little, both hands coming up with my fingers wiggling. Bell rights as I stand there staring you in the eyes looking to lock up despite you having nearly 50 lbs on me. I don't talk, just nod again inviting you to join me in a contest of strength...

Tommy Gunz:
Bell rings, signaling the start of the match. We circle and then he lifts his hands inviting me in for a "test go strength". I think this guy is serious. I've got almost 50 pounds on him and all my muscles. I lift my arms and our hands lock above our heads. I push hard and fast. His fingers bend back in my grip. I get to my toes to exert pressure to get him down on his knees.

Madison Jones:
And as you would expect, when the lockup starts, you take immediate control. You feel me pressing back, giving you a sample of my strength. I clearly have some, but what catches your attention more is that I know just how to position myself to make the most of it to resist you, clear martial art skill to offset the lack of muscle between us. Even still you are winning and you see me grit my teeth as I then fall to my back suddenly, bring both feet to your gut, and KICK you over me in a Monkey Flip.

I release our hands right after and roll away from you, starting to get to my feet in the process.

Tommy Gunz:
As I start to get the lightweight down, he falls back and launches me over in a monkey flip. I land on my back. Hard hit but these muscles can absorb a lot. As he released my hands and rolls, I arch my back and kip up back to my feet. He's rising to his feet. Time for a new plan. I launch and aim my shoulder towards his midsection.

Madison Jones:
I hear the thud of your landing on your back, a smile on my face as this is how I imagined this playing out. As I am getting to my feet, thinking I have time, my eyes widen as I see your large frame do something I wasn't expecting at all, a Kip-Up. It's impressive to see a mountain of muscle like you do it. Seeing you lower your shoulder coming at me, my hands come up defensive as I start to back away towards a corner. There is a little panic in my movement as I'm kicking myself for not doing a Kip Up myself to save time... however I think I can still pull this off. When you get in arms length, I try to grab your shoulder with my left hand, you squares with my right, and Fling your Shoulder First into the Steel Post.

Tommy Gunz:
My mind focused on taking down my opponent back to the mat. Like a freight train I rush forward. He takes up a defensive poise and backs toward the corner. I know where this is going. I rush forward and he grabs my shoulder with his left hand. I stop short, planting my feet firm on the mat. As he reaches at me with his other hand to hurl me to the ring post - I counter and grab his arm. I pull back and launch the stud to the opposite corner.

Madison Jones:
Much as I feared, the setup wasn't right to throw you in, and now I'm feeling the power of those large arms of yours... those guns of yours, as you fling me across the ring with incredible speed. I manage to turn my back in time, taking the brunt of the collision to my spine, a heavy grunt from me as the ring rattles and the crowd cheers. I'm worried I've bit off more than I can chew, but I'm still far from beat. Arms over the top ropes, I play up the pain, let out a loud GROAN making it seem that really hurt my back. Digging into my back of tricks, I get ready to duck down and out of the ring if you come charging at me, again making a ploy to get you to ram your shoulder into the Steel Post if you come to spear me.

Tommy Gunz:
I smile as I see the stud slam back first into the corner. Ring rattles and cheers erupt from the crowd that boo'd me on my arrival. His arms hanging over the top ropes. Instinctively I want to slam my broad shoulder into his gut. But this dude is ring smart. I need to stay one step ahead. I run forward, shoulder down, full speed toward the stud. Just before my shoulder slams into him I drop to my knees. He's already started to duck down anticipating my spear. I slide forward with a low clothesline aimed toward the stud's pecs.

Madison Jones:
You successfully predict my maneuver. As you come running in like you are going to spear me, I try to duck out with a smile on my face, expecting to hear the satisfying sound of you crashing your shoulder into the post probably cussing up a storm. Instead the cussing comes from me as you slam your huge ass arm across my chest throwing my back into the bottom turnbuckle in the process. "FUCK!" I call out loudly as the crowd turns on me to cheer for you. Eyes clenched up in genuine pain from that, they open looking you in the eyes...

Hand grip the ropes on both sides of me tightly, red marks across my chest now. I bring both feet together, and throw them out right into your chest to knock you away with all the force I usually use when I do a Kip-up. I have strong legs, and I make sure you feel it now.

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Tommy Gunz:
I think I am beginning to read the strategy of my muscled opponent. He's expecting a spear, thinking he's bested me. Thinking I'm gonna give him and the crowd the satisfaction of my shoulder slamming into the steel of the post. But I've got the upper hand. I'm reading his next move. My massive bicep slams hard into the light weight's chest. Red mark outlining my bi's and tri's across his chest. Satisfied with my own ring savvy - I give a flex to the cheering crowd. Stud settled deep in the corner post clothesline.

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I turn and am met with his boots in my chest. He kicks with force, leveraging himself in the corner. I stumble back toward the center of the ring, struggling to stay on my feet.

Madison Jones:
The full impact of my boots to your chest gets you off me, almost toppling you over. I reach up grabbing the second ropes and pull myself up to standing in the corner, wincing from the red mark across my chest from the sheer impact you gave me with the clothesline. "Fuck." I say when my left hand comes up to feel it, the crowd watching this. With you off balance, and rush forward hoping to catch you before you fully recover. I jump up in the air, and try to land a dropkick on your chest, right in the same spot I just planted my boots when I got you off me.

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Tommy Gunz:
I'm back in the middle of the ring. The back and forth between us has definitely gotten the crowd going. Cheers and boo's echo out as our back or forth dance continues. Time to concentrate. This stud is not going down without a fight. Out of the corner of my eye I see another charge from my worthy opponent. Not so fast. He leaps and I see his boots aiming at my beefy chest. Just before impact, I parry. His feet miss their target. He's mid air. With a raised arm, I Slam my big left arm down catching his legs - his dropkick missed - force propelling him down to the mat. Adjust my trunks as I watch his tight body fall to the mat.

Madison Jones:
Like I feared, you had too much time to recover as I pulled myself out of the corner. In mid-air, you basically sawt me down almost like I'm a pesky insect, me falling to the canvas with a loud impact. I let out a grunt bordering on a cry, eyes wide looking up at you as you adjust your trunks. Seeing you do that causes me to look down at my own, fuck, the blue fabric is tenting bad, perhaps revealing a little too about what is going on with me. I grit my teeth with my back on the canvas, spread my arms to anchor myself in place, and try to sweep you off your feet by swinging not one but both of my legs into yours.

Tommy Gunz:
I feel re-invigorated. My solid forearm catches his calf slamming him to the mat. I revel in the move for moment. I look down at the down'd stud. Back down on the canvas. Thinking that's where I love to see my opponents. Shit. He swings his legs at mine. Coming on strong. Remembering the games from elementary school - I know my next move. Double dutch. I jump off the mat. His legs swing under as I come off the mat. His legs travel past and I land on the mat with a resounding thud. Thinking, “my turn boi”.

Madison Jones:
Fuck, this isn't working. He isn't falling for my deceptions, and has me beat in almost every other capacity, bigger, stronger, younger... Fuck. I miss and so I roll away on my side a full rotation, my back hurts some from you swatting me down. Once I'm away from you, I bring my knees to my and do a Kip-Up of my own to save some time.

On my feet again, I inch forward towards you, some sweat showing on my body, hands up defensive. I go for my usual defensive tricks again... I throw out a kick expecting you to catch it, that's the trap. If you grab my kick, I spin my body up and slam the other one into the side of your head.

Tommy Gunz:
I can see the lightweight is frustrated. The look on his face as his leg sweep missed its mark. Priceless. After my feet land back on the mat, I ready myself. I've got time. He's still down, back on the mat. He does a kip-up. Love that move. So smooth and gets a man to their feet quickly. As his feet are getting planted I rush in, wrap my massive arms around his torso, catching his left arm to his side. I twist sideways and fall back to the mat - stud in tow. Slamming back to the mat in a belly to belly suplex - Steiner style. Our bodies bounce off the mat and I land back on top of his hairy chest.

Madison Jones:
I don't even have time to do the trick I thought out in my head, as soon as I am up to my feet you are rushing in to wrap your arms around my core, us coming face to face. You see it then, something that doesn't show up to often in these matches... you see some fear with how you are manhandling me. Lift me up, spin, and slam me down in the belly to belly, classic Scott Steiner style. I let out a loud grunt as the crowd responds, my cruiser weight size... nearly 200 lbs, practically nothing in your Gunz.

My shoulders down under you, the Ref does his job dropping down next to us. Sees my shoulders down, and slaps his hand "One!" My eyes go wide, not used to Pin matches. Bring my knee up and KICK out, the force of my legs tossing even your near 250 frame off me. Back on the canvas, chest rising and falling, I start to pick myself up.

Tommy Gunz:
My bulging chest slams hard into his chiseling hairy chest in the suplex. Ref thinks I'm going for a pin. OK. This isn't my go to pin move. He starts counting. The lightweight stirs under my 244 pounds. At two I'm forcibly pushed off - sliding toward the ropes. He remains supine on the canvas. I quickly roll to get to my feet. He's up to his hands and knees. I grab him around his tight waist - arms clenching in front of his abs. I pull us and push myself back to hurl him backwards over my head in a German suplex. We hit the mat hard.

Madison Jones:
On my hand ands knees about to get to my feet, I feel you come and buckle your arms around my abs, "Fuck..." You hear my say knowing this isn't going to be good. I don't let you do it for free. I bring my right elbow and slam it down into your right arm around me, fighting back and tired of being bullied around like a child on the playground. I slam an elbow down once as you get me to my feet, twice as I'm standing up, you are about to execute. I bring my left hand to your arms clasped around me, and try real hard to get it undone. It isn't enough though as you continue to dictate the course of this match without allowing me a comeback. Shoulders slam into the canvas with another groan, my fans going silent as I've yet to be dominated this badly here in the SECW.

Tommy Gunz:
I have to hold firm as I execute my last move. This stud has more fight in him than I expected. Elbows left and right slam into my forearms. I hold fast to pull off the German suplex. After we hit the mat, the back of his neck striking first, I roll to the side. I rub my forearms, aching from the elbow onslaught. On one knee I turn to launch my next attack on my study opponent.

Madison Jones:
I lay there breathing hard under this sunlight at beachside, my back and neck aching from the impacts, body sweating with my trunks tenting for everyone to see. I just squint my eyes, needing a moment, expecting for the next move to come. It doesn't... which means to me that you must be stalking me, getting ready to hit me with something really bad. Ring awareness kicks in, I'm near the ropes because you suplexed me from about the center of the ring. With that in mind, I don't go to rise up, instead I roll two rotations on my side, ducking out of the ring falling face first on my chest. I avoid whatever you were planning, starting to get a much needed breather as the Ref begins his count for me outside the ring. 1... 2...

Tommy Gunz:
On my feet, I turn to launch into my lightweight opponent. Look left and then right. WTF. Where's he gone? I hear the ref counting. He's outside the ring. I Need some time to recover and gain composure. I stand in the center ring. Looking down on you on the beach. Cheers erupting from the crowd. I can hear the chants - "GUNZ, GUNZ, GUNZ." I flex and keep my eyes locked on you. Yell down to you, "Get you ASS back in the ring punk!"

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Madison Jones:
Face down on the sand with the sun reflecting off my back, I'm breathing deeply, taking in a glimpse of what is under the ring. I hear you shouting, but I don't pay attention because I'm focusing on my Zen Breathing styles. I see a hermit crab looking to make a home out of a discarded aluminum can... somehow peaceful... with it right next to a kendo stick.

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Why the fuck are there always Kendo Sticks under the ring? "5... 6..." I hear that counting the Ref and pushing myself up to knees. You are standing in the ring yelling at me. I pull myself up on the Apron by the ropes, sand sticking to my hairy chest thanks to my sweat. I stand there playing up the pain, hoping you are as impatient as you have been all match. If you come to grab me, I drop down to the sand again, grab your feet, pull them out from under you.

Tommy Gunz:
I continue to taunt the muscle stud. He's finally up to the apron. Sand covering his sweaty chest. I motion for him to get his ass back in the ring. He doesn't budge. I motion again. I'm not a patient man. But I know this stunt. I walk toward the ropes. I stop just out of reach. "You're gonna get counted out - not an honorable way to go down tonight in front of your fans, but your choice boi."

Madison Jones:
You continue to play me, like you can read my every thought. Pisses me off. I don't let it get to me as much as I want to spit on you right now. "9!" The ref makes his count real loud. I grab the top ropes and do something unusual for me. I press down on them, jump up digging into my reserve, feet landing on it, then SPRING OFF as quick as I can, coming down right at your head, full 198 lbs behind it. Maybe it's your cocky nature combined with my springing attack, but I land a Flying Forearm Smash to your head, a move made famous by AJ Styles better known as a Phenomenal Forearm.

Tommy Gunz:
I half expect the muscle'd boi to let the ref count him out. The victim of two massive suplexes. I'm feeling cocky. I'm feeling in control. Ref gets to nine. I drop my guard thinking you've given up. I look at the crowd and then look back at you. WTF. He's in the air. Fist rocketing toward my temple. Punch lands hard. I shake my head and stumble back from the impact. Manage to remain on my feet,

Madison Jones:
I land to my feet dropping to my knees, some shock showing in my face as you remain standing. There is a thing they say about the crowd, and how the cheers can push a person to do incredible things. I'm feeling that RIGHT NOW as my fans turn their volume up to 11 screaming for me. I am after all the leading star here in the SECW. I wrap my arms around your waist, my face basically pressed against your crotch. I don't care about that, this is erotic wresting and one way or another, we will both be naked soon enough for stakes. Arms wrapped around you I get to my feet, Heave while you are still reeling from that head hit, and LIFT. I Grunt loudly, as my face slides up to your magnificent abs, as I manage to lift your 244 lbs frame up, and slam you down with a Spinebuster.

On my knees from the impact, adrenaline coursing, I look at you under me, amazed I pulled it off... at least I think I did.

Tommy Gunz:
On my feet. Stumble back but catch my footing. The lightweight stud is on me fast. I work to get my arms out but he wraps his arms around me. His face at my bulge which is tenting my black trunks. His arms squeeze around me. Unexpectedly he musters the energy to pull me up off the mat. Up and boom. Slammed down hard in a spine buster. UMPH. Impact rattles my back. We hit hard. I flex my back to absorb as much of the impact as possible. I see the stud kneeling over me. I sit up quickly and grab his head under my arm, locking it against my side. I fall back to DDT his face to the mat.

Madison Jones:
As you no doubt know, DDTs are more devastating when done from a standing position. You sit up, a shock on my face like when the Deadman himself, the Undertaker, sits up after taking unbelievable punishment. Your arm comes around my neck in that moment of shock, my chest heaving from all the stamina I just exerted to dish out what I thought was a huge comeback. You pull back... I am not helpless. I bring my hands in front of my head using them to cushion the blow and mitigate your less than ideal DDT. That being said, I go back to being tricky hoping this time you will fall for something... I jostle my body, let out a grunts, and seemingly go limp. As soon as you get to your knees to capitalize on me, I go to roll you up into a Small Package Pin, hoping to secure a win while you are surprised.

Tommy Gunz:
I struggle to secure his head under my arm. Wish I was on my feet but that's not where I'm finding myself. I know I need to go for broke. I fall back. I hear (I think) his head hit the mat. The lightweight lets out a grunt as his foreheads slams into the mat. He lays - not moving. I rise to my knees, only to be surprised by a quick small package pin. Wrapped under him I hear the Ref. "One. Two.. " Before I hear three I buck and push hard with my arms and legs pushing the boi up off me and breaking the hold. He lands several feet from me . I roll and get back to my knees.

Madison Jones:
I roll you up with a huge smile on my face. I normally don’t Pin my opponents, but today, I'll take it if I can. Face changes to SHOCK when you BUCK me off you, me letting out a holler. I hit canvas a few feet away, rolling on my side, landing on my back with my heaving chest glistening under the sun. It's not a act this time, I look fucking exhausted. Shake my head with some worry as you get up to your knees, left hand reaching for the rope to start pulling myself up too.

Tommy Gunz:
Breathing heavy. Fuck - almost lost with a small package. My stamina is being tested to the limit with this stud. Sweat dripping down my thick chiseled chest. Up on my knees - I see the stud on his back. Reaching for the ropes. I push up to stand. I grab the stud wrapping my arms around his lower legs. I yank and pull him from the ropes back to the center of the ring. I step sideways to twist the stud and power him over onto his stomach.

Madison Jones:
Coming my way, for the second this match, you see that fear creep into my eyes. I really do think I bit off more than I can chew. You grab my legs as I kick at you trying to keep you at back, then pull me to the center of the ring. Start to step over sideways as I spread my arms wide, fighting you, resisting the flip. As the struggle continues, I thrust my hips up, and try to use the sweat on my legs to help slide my legs free from your arms. I'm not wearing boots after all, and we are both dripping at this point. I try to slip free, knowing if I fail, you likely lock me into a Boston Crab... or something else equally as bad.

Tommy Gunz:
He is fighting hard and strong. I plant my feet and muster all the strength I had. Think to myself - Gunz you know what to do. With a strong twist the stud is flipped to his stomach. I drop his legs and land a quick stomp on his lower back. I quickly adjust my position standing over the downed stud and drop slamming my ass into his lower back. BOOMMM. I reach forward and grab hold of his round, bulging biceps. I yank them up onto my quads. Reach down and grab his chin in my right hand.

Madison Jones:
I'm fighting the crab with everything I have, sweating in this afternoon sunlight giving the crowd quiet the show with my glistening muscles. I got to slip my feet free as you flip me on my stomach, a grunt as my hands come up to immediately start trying to get away from you. Stomp to my lower back makes me cry out, hands clawing. Eyes clench in frustration as I feel you sit down on my back, pulling my arms up over your legs securing the camel clutch. It is not as perfect as you hope though...

The act of securing it, I manage to get a single knee up, my right. Gritting my teeth as you go press your full weight down on my back, growl and struggle, showing you I'm not beat yet. Plenty of fight to go down to a move like this. I struggle to get my other knee up as well, my back lifting even your mighty 244 lbs frame a couple inches. I try to thrust you off me, straining... fuck.... growl as I seem to be stuck here, the crowd starting to chant my name as I am the clear favorite and underdog of this match up.

Tommy Gunz:
The crowd getting behind my opponent truly gets under my skin. Why not cheer for me. Why choose him? I've worked twice as hard to make a name for myself. Endless hours at the gym and training. Time to show this crowd they are chanting for the wrong hero. I look down and noticed he's gotten to one knee. I loosen my grip allowing him to rise to his other knee. As he does I stand. He powers up and now kneels in front of me. I still have control of the muscle stud's chin. I pull his head back into my flexed abs. I raise my other arm and slam it with a big forearm to the chest. ONCE. TWICE. THREE TIMES. huge red mark on the chest. I release his chin and with my size 13 boot - I slam my foot into his back slamming him back face first to the mat.

Madison Jones:
Your confusion about why they back me shows you haven't paid much attention here since joining the SECW. You've built your body for sure, a big bulky strongman who clearly has the edge over me in this match despite me having more years of experience. They cheer because in the SECW, I won the last tour and have reputation for struggling to the bitter end, often stripped naked, beaten, and then fucked for their pleasure, and the entire time, I fight. The Camel Clutch you have me in seems almost hopeless, but I still fight in it, gritting my teeth. You decide to transition and as you remove your hands from my chin, I let out an agonizing crying growl, the sound of a man who is throwing everything into the fight. You rise to standing and start to beat my chest, the crowd wincing as you abuse me.

The pelts appear one after another as you strike me in my near helpless position, before finally pulling your boot up to my back stomping me face down on the canvas. I let out a heavy grunt, crowd calling for me, wanting a comeback. I groan, right arm sliding up and out, clawing at the canvas as I start to pull myself away from you. I pull out about 6 inches, then flip myself on my back, eyes meeting yours as you can see the pain on my face. Laying there under you, my blue tenting trunks the only thing I'm wearing giving away my arousal, I play up the pain as much as I can. If you reach down to grab, which I'm sure you will, I bring up both feet, and slam them into your gut with all the force I normally use for a Kip-Up, hoping to knock you away from me.

Tommy Gunz:
He hits the mat hard. Fuckin' crowd still on his side. Give a little flex of my right bicep which increases the boo's sent my way. He crawls toward the ropes and flips onto his back. I eye his bulge. Crotch nearly tearing free from the blue trunks he's wearing. I look down. He's in agony. My move on move has gotten the better of the man. He's in deep pain, in trouble. I start to reach down. Stop, and back up. "Jones - I've seen better acting at an elementary school play." I back up. "Get your ass up off the mat. It's time to finish this."

Madison Jones:
I growl as again, you seem to read me like an open book. Every step of the way you have seen through my tricks, a near perfect play, and you can see the frustration building in me. My knees come to my chest again, dig into the stamina, abs burning with lactic acid at this point. I KICK both feet up, launching myself up, feet hitting you right in the gut. I flop to my back again, the upward momentum having been spent to hurt you, and then roll two rotations away from you to the ropes. Start to pull myself up, and get ready for when you approach me.

Tommy Gunz:
I can see my actions frustrate the ring veteran. Tough shit. His knees come up to his chest and he kicks up aiming at my abs. Again see this cliched move coming. I flex my abs hard. Boots hit but most of the force "ab"sorbed. He rolls away, l thinking I am down or pushed back. I quickly side step getting to the left of the man. After 2 rolls , he looks up and sees..... No-one. He looks right and then left. Yup. Here I am. I quickly grab his head under my bulging bicep and lock him tight against my torso. I fall forward, slamming his forehead to the mat in an massive DDT. The crowd's boo's amplify. As I bounce off the mat - I flip up a bird toward them. My opponent flat on his face on the mat.

Madison Jones:
You shrug off my hit to your gut from my bare feet. As I said, I came out here only wearing my trunks in the spirit of the beachside match. Regardless, it doesn't phase you as you clench up and absorb it, not even flinching. I roll away and as I finish, you are already next to me, amazing speed given your size. You pull me up to do your DDT, me immediately recognizing the move as I do it myself a lot. You force my hand and I hate myself for doing it. You might think you DDT me, have to suffer through it first, and if this is the only way to stun then I will do it this once. Interrupting your sequence like you do me, I throw my forearm up between your legs, nailing you with a low blow, hoping that will actually affect you.

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Tommy Gunz:
As we fall back with the DDT his fist slams deep into my balls. Pain shoots up through me. The blow to my ball sac causes me pain I've not felt in sometime. The crowd quieting a bit. Realizing their hero has slumped to a new low in desperation to win the match. Though his head hits the mat in the DDT, his fist hit hard making its mark on my crotch. I roll away after we strike the mat, holding my manhood.

Madison Jones:
You're right, the last time I did a low blow was a couple matches ago when Foxy threw sand in my eyes. This is clearly unusual behavior for me, and the crowd takes notice, but I don't have much time to take in the reaction as you finish the DDT hitting my head into the canvas. I lay there almost unconscious from the blow, left hand gathering what I have, and pushing myself out of the ring where I fall on my back there for the fans at ringside to look at me. Ref starts counting, "1... 2..."

Tommy Gunz:
I struggle to get composure. My balls are screaming in pain from the low blow. I look to my left where I dropped the man in the DDT. Not there. I look right. He's no-where to be found. As I struggle to get back up on my feet. I hear angry fans counting. He's out of the ring on the sand. I've got some time. I take a deep breath. Need to get to my zen place. Move past the cheap shot and low blow pain. I'm the better man. The better wrestler. I stand. Eye the man down in the sand. I know what's next. ? Does he.......

Madison Jones:
There on the sand again, head faces the apron and I again see the Kendo Sticks I saw earlier stashed under the ring. I let out a groan, head ringing from the DDT. The thing that goes through my mind is what I need to do to actually affect this man I'm fighting, as he brushed off several hits and attacks of mine like I'm a bug. I lay there taking in breath, resisting the urge to grab one of them while the Ref keeps up his counting. "3... 4... 5..."

Tommy Gunz:
I walk toward the ropes looking over my downed opponent. Ref is still counting him out in the sand. I'm close to the ropes, but not so close that he can reach me. I look down. What's his next move? I eye him looking under the ring. Yes, go for it. I planted a few props there. SECW fans wanna see what cheap antics their veteran will go to win a match. First a low blow and then an illegal object. I yell down to the sand, "Cum on boi, what are you waiting for."

Madison Jones:
The reasoning behind the Kendo Sticks remains a mystery to me, but a scenario does play through my mind of you coming out here and me using one to take the edge. It's not me, but that brings me back to the issue of how do I affect you if you constantly avoid or brush off my blows? I don't have to ponder the thought much, hand reaching up to the apron to pull myself up to a seated position. Hear the count of the Ref, need to get back in. Hand grips the bottom rope to pull myself up and then crawl back in around the count of 8 with me on my hands and knees still, sweating profusely. I have one last trick to try, let's see what you do.

Tommy Gunz:
On eight he crawls back into the ring. He sits, hands on his knees next to the ring ropes. Does he think I don't understand this cat and mouse game? I've studied his matches. I know how he keeps control. I'm a few feet from the stud. I reach down but instead of reaching for a lock up, I quickly slide back out of reach. No more offensive defense for you boi. "Get up!"

Madison Jones:
I look at you while I am on my knees, and you can see a look different than earlier. It is a look of... apology. Uncommon in the ring. I rise up, and stagger forward, coming to arms length, but then I stumble forward and fall to my knees again, my head hitting your abs lightly, not an attack. Crowd thinks I'm done for, and I basically am, but there leaning against you I do something I've never done in any of my public matches. Fingers come up to your waistband, and lower the front, my head sliding against your cock. I go to rub my head against your inner thigh...

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Your ability to sense my deception is pretty uncanny, but there is none here. I try to take your manhood into my mouth, eyes showing a clear desire to pleasure you. If this works, only then do I try my last trick before you undoubtedly finish me.

Tommy Gunz:
My trunks now down around my thighs. Unexpectedly his mouth around my hard cock. Taking me all the way up the shaft, his tongue tickling my cock head. Paralyzed by the turn of events in the match. I reach down and hold his head on my throbbing cock. I begin to thrust my cock in and out of his eager face hold.

Madison Jones:
There is a tenderness to me as I'm doing this, a careful bobby, something that clearly reflect I'm experienced at this sexual act. The crowd is silent, some of your fans perhaps giving acknowledgement of my sudden submissive turn to you. The Ref not sure what to make of this. It is then that I spring the attack I've been developing for the last week....

I then bring my arms up around the back of your legs, those three rounds of resting outside the ring giving me the energy needed to pull this off. I clench my arms tightly, but I don't bite your cock, the sucking is legitimate. Instead I HEAVE, keeping my mouth open to avoid damage to your member, lift you with EVERYTHING I have left, and Spine Buster you again for the second time this match with a move I'm looking to name, The BlowJob Buster.

Tommy Gunz:
I close my eyes, taking in his submission on my hard cock. He continues to work my member. I stand frozen as pleasure rolls through my body. His arms wrap around my beefy thighs. Suddenly I'm lifted up off the mat. I grab on his shoulders to balance myself. We go up and twist sideways. My cock still in his mouth. BOOMMM. Slammed hard on the mat with a spine buster. The force knocks pre-cum from my cock leaking into his open mouth.

Madison Jones:
The force of impact does cause my head to hit your lower abs some, this move was entirely theory and a very risky gamble. I suck your cock a couple more times tasting that precum... and then I pull it, look at your face. If I can force and orgasm out of you in our erotic match, it might just weaken you to the point where I can win. I reach for your right arm now, take hold of it hoping you dazed or stunned, and slide it between my legs, bare feet coming up over your chest. I try to lock in a Cross Armbar, a move you are probably very familiar with from my matches. If I secure it, my left hand comes over to take hold of your cock again, starting to milk it as I go for my Milking Armbar.

Tommy Gunz:
My breath knocked out of me for a second in the blowjob buster. Didn't see that cuming. A new move in the arsenal of this veteran stud. A few more sucks on my hard cock by the muscle stud and my pre-cum sucked clean. I need to get composure. I shake my head to get the cobwebs out. He's grabbed hold of my arm, I know where this is going. If he can lock in the arm bar, I'm done for. As he gets control of my arm, I adjust my footing. I shift my weight and roll toward him on my side. with my free hand I grab the upper right arm. I struggle but am able to get to my knees, pulling myself to my knees. I lean back and then power forward slamming his upper back and neck on the mat. He releases the armbar and I fall back on to my back on the mat.

Madison Jones:
And so you again live up to your name Tommy Gunz. I think I have it locked in, my hand eagerly around your cock already thinking about making you cum. Eyes go wide with panic as you display your impressive strength, lift my 198 lbs frame up with the use of both hands, and slam me down on the canvas. The impact is loud, the crowd gasps, I lay there, your forearm against my tenting cock, a dark blue spot showing from over the tip of the tent. I look done for as you pull yourself to your knees, hands lightly gripping your cock still before it slides off you.

Tommy Gunz:
My forearm lands on his tenting hard cock. Breaking his signature milking armor has invigorated my drive to win and finish this hard fought match. I get to my knees. I drive my left arm through his legs on his lower back and my right arm over his shoulder onto his upper back. Cradling his muscular torso I push to a stand hauling him up off the mat. He fights as I hold him aloft across my bulging chest. I lift him up and then slam his back down across my tree trunk leg, back draped over my quad. I grab his throat in one hand and thigh in the other and push down, wrenching his back in the over the knee backbreaker.

"You like this action, Jones." I see his cock tenting his blue trunks. Pre cum wets the front. I remove my hand from his thigh and pull the trunks down, anchoring them under his balls in a makeshift cock ring. I grab hold of his hard cock and start jerking, first slow and then pick up the speed. I use my thumb to work his foreskin down, revealing his thick head. "Ok Jones, You ready!"

Madison Jones:
At this point I don't have much fight left in me. You pull me up, your impressive strength on display as you hold my chest to your own, crowd starting to cheer the spectacle. Bringing me down over your knees, you hear a genuine cry of pain, eyes wide looking at yours, it's clear I'm out of gas. You secure the Pendulum Backbreaker on me.

Held there, I start to squirm and struggle weakly as you push my gaze away from you by pressing down under my chin. The crowd is starting to get excited, more so when you start to reveal my cock. It shoots up, a few drops of precum coming off it, much to my embarrassment today. Feel your hand take hold of it, thumb pressing into the tip to part the foreskin...

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You then slide it back, the last layer of defense I have against your erotic attack, a gasp mixed with a cry of pain. I shift, struggle, maybe I might even get free... I try to get loose as you ask me if I'm ready, a weak "Fuck you" coming from me as I lay helpless over your knee.

Tommy Gunz:
He struggles. But no one gets free from the Gunz Pendulum Backbreaker. "I think it's time to show the SECW fans what they came to see, It's time to milk the bone dry." I pick up the pace of my stroke. Jerking his hard cock. Faster and harder, Pre-Cum leaks from the uncut cock, helping to lube the shaft. I control the stud, holding him securely on my thigh. His balls and cock start to throb in my grip. "Cum on Jones, let's show them what you've got."

Madison Jones:
You start to stroke me, quick and hard, the courtesy of lowering my foreskin not lost on me. I gasp, cries of pain mixed with joy as you stimulate my whole cock, but especially my sensitive cockhead. My suffering on display, I squirm trying to get free, hopelessly locked down as my body shines in the sunlight of the beach. Crowd is cheering for you, many are recording this. My eyes go wide as I start to cum, shooting a thick load rope after rope over your hands. LONG MOAN comes out as it happens, my cum so large and thick, it's like I haven't shot for days. "FU.. FUCK.... FUCK...." I call out, chest heaving over your knees as you drain me before the crowd.

Tommy Gunz:
I stroke the muscle stud harder and faster. I see him start to breathe heavily across my thigh. The a loud groan and cry of "FUCK". A torrent of warm cum shoots from his hard cock. I cover his chest, his abs and my abs as well. TWO, THREE huge wads of warm cum shoot from his cock. I continue to jerk his manhood until he is drained dry. I release his cock and his throat from my grips but leave him hanging over my outstretched leg. "Here’s a shot for your boys. Get your camera's ready." I flex - hitting a double biceps pose with Jones still over my knee.

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I then look down. The milked stub lying stretched over my knee. Sweaty hot body. Covered in cum. I bend down, while maintaining him on my knee. "That was amazing stud." I grab his head and pull it up toward me planting a huge kiss right on his perfect lips.

Madison Jones:
You drain and pose for the camera, and fuck, looking at your hot guns holding me like this, I have to admit its fucking hot. I still say it, "Fuck you." Followed by a groan of pain as my back hurts so much now. You then bring your head down and start to kiss me, clench my eyes as you do. Kissing me... a thought crosses into my mind... I haven't lost yet. You feel my right hand come and grip your cock hanging next to me a bit tightly, it still slick with precum and my saliva from earlier. I growl as you kiss me... a slight whimper afterwards from the pain... I hold my hand there, a potential threat while you are kissing me.

Tommy Gunz:
I pull my lips from his. He now has hold of my hard cock. I look down at the stud over my knee. "Grabbing my cock Jones, I now can see what you really want." I push the stud off my knee. Both of us are covered in sweat. I move behind him. As he gets up to his knees, I shove my arms under his armpits and up to his head. I clamp my hands together behind his neck and yank the muscled stud up off the mat in my GUNZ LOCK full nelson. I pull back, lifting his feet off the mat and crank down pushing his chin into his pecs. I shake the stud back and forth in the power submission move. His cock shaking in front of him, still leaking some cum. "CUm on Jones. I wanna hear you give. Let me hear that submission. Cum on, loud and clear."

Madison Jones:
Hand on your cock, my threat is empty one this time, it is sliding off as you talk. I start to pull myself up here in the middle of the ring, you slide our arms up under mine. My eyes go wide knowing Exactly what you are doing. Even through my exhaustion, you feel me jerk, try to get away, but I'm simply too weak. You pull up into your GUNZ LOCK, my back against your chest, hanging in the air, your cock pressing to my ass. What energy I have left, I spend RIGHT NOW, twisting and buckling, trying to get free, no sign of tricks or deception like I normally do. "NO... Please.. No..." Twisting and contorting in your arms, very clear signs of fear.

Held there on display, cum covering my chest, and my cock hanging out still hard thanks to how you tied it up, I start to calm a moment later, though it is literally out of exhaustion. "Please... I give... don't fuck me... not like... like this... please... I give..." It is a whimper, you've stumbled onto something unusual, broken here. I hang loosely in your arms defeated having given up.

Tommy Gunz:
As I crank up the force and wrench the stud's neck pushed his chin deeper into his chest. I can feel my own cock at full attention. Now starting to poke up through my waistband and jamming into the Stud's lower back. I hear the submission. Music to my ears. His cries of submission usher in my victory over the muscled veteran. I release my nelson, I catch the muscle stud and spin him around toward me. I again plant a huge kiss on him while holding him up in my arms. "Stud, we both signed and understood the stipulations of the match. I am an honorable winner though." I look the stud in the eyes. "How do you want to take my victory fuck?"

Madison Jones:
You flip me around, and I seem only barely conscious now. While you seem happy with your victory, I just nod... know what comes next. "Not... not that... However... else...." I shake my head a little trying to get back in the game, "However you want..."

Tommy Gunz:
I lay the muscle stud down on the mat on his back. I pull off his trunks and hoist his legs up on my shoulders. "I want to see you while I fuck you." I reach down and finger the stud's hole, opening it up. I spit on my hand and lube my 8" hard cock. I place the head at his ass and push my cock in first slowly and then boom. All the way. I pull out almost all the way and then slam all the way in. My balls slapping his ass. I flex while I pump his ass.

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"You like what you see. Why don't you stroke that cock and see if you have a little more seed in there stud." I pick up the face and force of my thrusts in his ass.

Madison Jones:
On my back, chest heaving still, you raise my legs over shoulders. I see your face, there is a kindness now, the fight is over, and I take a deep breath to try and relax. I feel you enter me with your 8 inch cock, a gasp, eyes locked with yours as you enter slowly… and then cry out when you Thrust the rest of the way into me. The crowd is watching, some whistle, some cheering, and of course, several recording this. I lay with my arms at my side, eyes clench as you slide into me your full length. As you keep thrusting all the way up, eyes open with a heavy moaning as I feel you press against my prostate.

Ordered to stroke myself while you are fucking me, I bring my hand to my cock as you show no sign of wanting to to do it... and so I do. I moan as I run my fingers up and down my shaft, my cock still glistening on my tip from my cum earlier, my chest sweaty with dried cum on it from the hot sunlight. "Fuck... oh fuck... Tommy.... fuck..." I lean my head up looking at you flexing your body as you fuck me. Head falls back as I thrust my hips, my cock swelling and balls starting to churn. I squirm under you with all the signs of loving the way you are fucking me in front of this crowd.

Tommy Gunz:
I close my eyes as I pick up the pace of my thrusts. "Fuck, Jones, Your ass is amazing!" As I call out those words, his glutes tighten around my hard cock. I pull out and slam my cock harder and faster. My cock head slamming into his prostate. Oh god I'm gonna.... I drop forward and lock lips with the muscle stud as I pound him and shoot a huge stream of warm cum deep in his ass. I continue to thrust in and out as I tongue his mouth. Cameras flashing and the crowd finally giving me some love. His cock now pressed between our abs as I shoot a thick load.

Madison Jones:
Thrusting out and in, I let out signs of discomfort as you fuck me, each one hitting my prostate. This causes me to squirm in your grip, your lips then locking with mine as you pound and pound, your load SHOOTING in me as I squirm. Still stroking my own cock, the action is too much, I'm overtaken as I shoot another load between us, lesser than the first over your leg, its cream adding to the glaze on my chest. "Oh Fuck..." I say my lips leaving yours for a moment while you keep fucking me, hand falling to my side off my cock barely awake.

You thrust more into me, the crowd in awe, me never being taken like this on camera before, not this long or to the point of passing out. You thrust in and out my cock rubbing over your abs and mine, threatening another load from me as I feel you erupt for a third time. Deep moan as your sperm spews out of my ass onto the canvas, this heavyweight man having thoroughly defeated me.

Tommy Gunz:
My cock milked dry by the muscle stud's amazing ass. I give the stud one final kiss. I lean back to my knees, kneeling my cock still in his hole. I pull out, cum dripping from his ass as my cocks pulls free. I stand up and flex again over the muscle stud.

I reach down my hand to help Jones to his feet. We stand naked - eye to eye. "Hard fought match, Jones. You are a worthy adversary." I put out my hand to shake.....

Madison Jones:
Pulled up to my feet, I am barely able to stand, and end up leaning against you. I take your hand briefly, a show of sportsmanship though I am clearly almost out, a moment later dropping to my knees with my face sliding do your abs again to your cock. I feel it against my face, knowing there are pictures of me being taken like this, but ultimately too exhausted to do anything.

Tommy Gunz:
Jones slides down my muscular body. His body wrecked after the hard fought match and fuck. I push him down back on the mat and roll him to the edge of the ring. I slide out of the ring to the sand below. I pull him out of the ring and hoist him over my shoulder. "Now let's get you back to the locker room and get you cleaned up. Perhaps you will want to pretend that you won the match later tonight." With Jones slung over his shoulder, Gunz heads back to the locker room area, the Victor in today's SECW Spring Break Brawl match.

Published: 2022-04-19, viewed 90 times.