SECW - SouthEast Championship Wrestling

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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. - Johnny Gunz - Age: 19, 5’10”, 218 lbs, 7” Cut Cock

Madison Jones:
Here we are in Savannah Georgia, my 6th match for the Spring Break Brawl tour. Today's opponent is Johnny Gunz, the younger brother of Tommy Gunz who beat me a couple matches ago. I need a win, this tour has been rough on me, and so I am pulling out all the stops today. As usual I lay around the beach during the day in my swim trunks while thinking about all the things I did wrong against Tommy, and even watch a few of Johnny's matches from that new HotShots federation I'm reluctant to join. He's young, but I'll make an exception this time as I like my matches to be erotic and I'm fishing for some good action with both of these brothers later on in the form of a Tag Match.

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With the time for the event approaching, I head to the dress tent and get geared up. Given the ring is on the beach with a sandy floor outside of it, I just wear my blue wrestling trunks. Finally 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 - Alumina English Cover

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 Johnny to make his way here.

Johnny Gunzs:
I recently finished a year training at a local wrestling school. Always loved watching action on television growing up. Watching my older brother's success only increased my drive to make it big. I got decent genetics from my folks and bulked up through high school for football and wrestling - not as big as my older brother but still jacked and strong. I've been wrestling in a couple of local federations, looking for my break. I got an invite to join the SECW Spring Break Brawl tour as did my bro. Thinking this is a great chance to take my wrestling up a notch. I arrive in Savannah for my match. Beach just outside of town. I change into my black trunks in the tent made into a locker room. I hear my opponent, Madison Jones, get announced. Then I hear my name.

Announcer:
And his opponent, from Venice Beach, California at 5 foot 10 and 218 pounds. The Rookie Sensation, Johnny Gunz.

Johnny Gunzs:

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I give a little flex to the crowd, who is much quieter than Jones' entrance. I make my way up the sand, slide into the ring and make my way to my corner - facing Jones.

Madison Jones:
I see you come into the ring and I'm looking over your body. You are impressive, about 20 lbs on me and the same height, this is something I can handle, I justify to myself through my shaken confidence. We both come to the center of the ring as the Ref calls us over so he can go over the rules. Single fall, Pin or Submission, Full Erotic, Loser gets Fucked. While he is talking I look you in your brown eyes with my blue gray ones, starting to focus. I actually smile, "Hey, how you doing? Good luck." Hold out my hand for a handshake.

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Johnny Gunzs:
I reach out and grab Jones' hand. Give him a solid handshake. "Doing well. Stoked to be part of the tour. Good luck to you too." Release the handshake and step back waiting for the bell.

Madison Jones:
After the handshake, you see me tense back up, looking nervous. Ref raises his hands and the bell rings. Ding Ding! I begin to circle, hands up defensive some, then I push in without asking, go for a Collar & Elbow lockup, eyes focused with yours. Let's see how you react to it...

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Johnny Gunzs:
After the handshake, I give my seasoned opponent the once over. Trying to decide to make the first move or let him take the lead. I've been trying to take the best strategies from my opponent to build my game. After the bell, Jones rushes and we lock in a collar & elbow tie up. Eye to eye - I start to push seeing how strong this guy is. Both our feet are locked. Give and take, back and forth as we jostle to gain the upper hand.

Madison Jones:
It only makes sense that Johnny would have reviewed the footage of his brother's match with me, so I need to do different things. We push back and forth, it becomes clear that even with your 20 lbs advantage, I know how to leverage my position and resist your push. Georgia sun raining down on us, I pivot, shift, and go to swing you over my shoulder with a heavy grunt, slamming you down onto the canvas while the crowd cheers. I lock in a Side Armbar, displaying your build muscle chest to the crowd as I take a early lead.

Johnny Gunzs:
As we push against each other, I can feel his muscles tense up fighting against mine. I push forward, but am met with a stop. With a quick pivot of his body I'm in the air. Damn I should have pulled back in the tie-up. I find myself up and then swung by my arm back on the mat. Jones keeps ahold my arm, with me on the mat. Crowd's cheers aggravate me to fight back. I reach over my chest reaching for the man's head as he stretches out my arm.

Madison Jones:
I growl as you grab my head, then CRANK your arm some more. I push up off my knees, head still in your hand, then drop down with a knee to your lower back. Crowd responds well, my eyes tell you I'm all business here.

Johnny Gunzs:
I maintain a strong grip on his head, try to pull him down to get a knee up to his temple. He adjusts his grip and I go from my arm controlled to a knee slamming into my lower back - force causes me to release my grip on his head. Jones has got some quick moves going that have put him on top thus far in the match. I push up, palms down off the mat to try to unbalance the man and shake him off my back.

Madison Jones:
With the knee coming down on your back, I give a slight grin as I feel you ease up. Done with this move, I release as you push up with your palms. I have the high ground now as you rise up. While getting up, I try to keep the advantage going by grabbing your right hand, the one that I think is your dominant, and trying to Irish Whip you big frame into the corner behind me.

Johnny Gunzs:
As I push up off the mat, Jones is shaken off my back. At least I think that. I stand and turn to reach for him to get him back into a tie up. He grabs hold of my outstretched right hand and works to Irish Whip me to the corner. I plant my feet hard and hold tight, using my 20 pound weight as an advantage. He pulls. I stand firm.

Madison Jones:
It's like trying to fling a sandbag! You are bigger than me, but flinging 220 lbs isn't something out of my realm of doing even if it takes a little more elbow grease. Regardless, I give up on that and go for my real, working a joint! With you struggling to resist my fling, I kick my bare foot into the back of your right knee to drop you down. Then that hand I'm holding, pull it behind your back into a Hammerlock hold.

Johnny Gunzs:
Holding firm, Jones fails to get my muscular body in motion. My turn. Before I can pull on my opponent to reverse his Irish whip and get him slammed back into a corner, I'm down on a knee. My leg kicked out from under me. And quick as lightning, Jones has my arm wrapped back in a hammerlock. He exerts pressure on my shoulder joint. Painful, but this will give me a moment - to surprise with a counter.

Madison Jones:
I crank that shoulder of yours, the one I was working in the Side Armlock earlier, crowd cheering as I do. My heart is beating fast because I fear you turning this around on me, so I go to lock you down better now. I reach for the other arm and pull it into a Double Hammerlock, you still on your knees in front of me. I then try to push you down to the canvas where I can mount your back, aiming to lock you down with a Grounded Double Hammerlock.

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Johnny Gunzs:
I reached for the back of his neck, but my free hand quickly caught and jammed up my back into a double hammerlock. Before I can work to power out of the hold, I'm pushed forward - slammed face down to the mat. Jones settled on my ass while maintaining hold of the grounded double hammerlock. Fuck this veteran stud has been a step ahead the whole match. Did I bite off more than I could chew accepting this match? No, if my brother can take him, so can I. I slide my right leg under me so I'm kneeling on that leg - left still outstretched. Need to get my left leg now in under me....

Madison Jones:
Your knee comes up and pushes you up some. I start to wonder if the younger Gunz is that much easier than the older one, but shake my head. I can't ease up, a third loss in a row would hurt my rep too much, not to mention my confidence. I grit my teeth and while you are getting up, I aim to do the damage I'm looking for. Bring my back and slam it forward into your Left Shoulder again with a headbutt, working the joint more. The Gunz brothers pride themselves on their powerful arms, so I'm razor focused on disabling one even if you manage to get up to your feet in the process.

Johnny Gunzs:
He's concentrating on punishing my left shoulder. His head slams hard and adds to the pain of the hammerlock. As he's concentrating on my arms and shoulders, he fails to notice that I've got both legs under my torso - abs now on my knees. Using my lower back strength, I force myself up onto my knees throwing Jones back off me. I hear him hit the mat and I fall backwards. The back of my head slamming into his abs.

Madison Jones:
So busy working your shoulder, I'm confident I have you mounted and contained. Afterall, the Police use this move to detain criminals. Eyes go wide as you throw me backwards, my back hitting the canvas as the crowd cheers the reversal. I let out a grunt as your heavy frame hits my chest, your arms still wrenched back coming down on my abs. I'm not winded, but see an opportunity...

My hands release the hammerlocks now and slide under your armpits, hands come up behind your neck as I lock in a Full Nelson to you. You are stronger than me, but I know this move really well as it used to be my finisher. Legs start to come up around your core over your thighs... and you can feel my hard cock pressing against your ass in the process. With your worked shoulder, I hope I can keep you locked in this and wear you down more, your hot muscle chest on display for the crowd now.

Johnny Gunzs:
On the mat I feel my arms released from the muscle stud's strong hammerlocks. I pull them out but before I can get them onto the mat to push out, I feel his arms shoot under my armpits and clamp behind my neck. Locked in a full nelson. Legs also clamped around my waist. Face down I can feel his hard cock in my ass crack. He uses his momentum in the move to flip us over, now on top in full display, He cranks down pushing my chin toward my chest. I've seen this stud use this move to finish off lesser opponents. I've got a size advantage and now is the time to use it. As my chin hits my pecs, I push down with all my strength to bring my bulging arms back down to my torso. We struggle. I feel his fingers breaking their clasp on my neck.

Madison Jones:
Even with your hurt shoulder, you are proving to be resistant to this. This move was my old finisher, but I never used it officially in the ring until most recently when I was desperate, though Commissioner Starfox had recently experienced that himself. Regardless, you show your power, your Gunz rippling under this hot sunlight, the crowd cheer for me as I'm the better known star here, even with the upset I took from your brother. You have 20 lbs on me, but I know how to leverage my weight, bend joints, and you have hurt your shoulder; so with my grip behind your neck broken, I slide my arms out to further stretch your arms back in more of a crucifix now. I hold you there, thrust my hips a little as a consequence of the hold, head against yours. "I will not lose again." Is say through gritted teeth, a hint of my confidence fading.

Johnny Gunzs:
Stretched out in the crucifix, I can feel his hips thrust against me. He's holding tight but without his hands clasped behind my head, this hold is going to be harder to maintain. I continue pushing down - forcing my biceps down toward my torso. I can feel him struggling to keep my arms outstretched. I whisper back "You will lose again." With that I push down hard driving my arms to my side breaking the crucifix. Stud is still behind me so I throw my head back smashing it into his nose, ONCE, TWICE. I can feel his legs loosening around my legs.

Madison Jones:
The struggle is real, but I feel your arms winning out, both of us flexing so hard to out do the other. You say your phrase, and for a moment I have a flash in my mind of how your brother was fucking me, flexing over me as he did it... My cock hardens as it presses up into your trunks through my own... betraying my arousal.

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Your arms come loose and my eyes panic as you pull your head forward, I instinctively know reverse headbutts are coming. Fearing a broken nose, or the low chance of literal death that comes with nose strikes, something all wrestlers ought to be aware of... I manage to turn my head to the side, taking the skull hit to the side of my face. Once... Twice... I cry out, legs loosening, releasing. Hands come up to throw you off me, my legs spread, then I roll away on my side getting to my knees, left hand feeling the left side of my face while I eye you.

Johnny Gunzs:
I power out of the hold. I knew my head butt would lessen his hold. As I was freeing myself from his hold I couldn't help notice the rock hard cock sliding along my ass crack. Even through our shorts I could feel him. I roll and get to my feet. He is holding the left side of his face. My head didn't hit his nose but his cheek. That's good. I hate to mess up a pretty face, but sometimes I have no choice. He's on his knees. I rush and grab his head in my beefy biceps. I jump taking him down with me - DDTing his forehead to the mat. I roll and get back to my feet as he lays prone on the mat.

Madison Jones:
You come my way. I am not helpless. You reach for my head every bit intent on doing your DDT, bring your arm around your neck. I fight back as you do, my left hand on my face still fighting to stop your arm from fully wrapping around. I pull back and slam my fist into your gut as you set up the DTT, me fully aware what happens if I fail to break it off before you go through with it. I slam my fist once, pull back again, and throw a second a little lower, that soft area below your abs but above your crotch. I grit my teeth and TRY to push you off me before the DDT finishes.

Johnny Gunzs:
Though we fall to the mat with my DDT, his blows at my low abs cause me to loosen my grip as I flex my stomach aching from the blows. We both fall to the mat but his head fails to strike. I've lost my hold. Holding my lower abs. I roll toward the ropes.

Madison Jones:
I growl, as my hands come down to cushion the blow from the fall. Head snaps up, looks at you as you roll away to the ropes, then I push myself up to standing. When the last run of my hand over the left side of my face, feeling the bruiser from your headbutts, anger starts to swell. I rush your way now on my feet, jump, and try to slam my shin into the side of your head as I go for a Shining Wizard Kick. I make sure to aim on your left side, so if you block with your arm, that hurt shoulder will be feeling it.

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Johnny Gunzs:
As I get closer to the ropes, the stud is out of my vision. I get up to my knees. I turn toward where I left the man on the mat hoping that my DDT attempt at least caused some impact and he was still down. As I turn my left cheek is met with two boots slamming into my face. The kicks sends me back to the mat. My left cheek is now aching as I know his is from the headbutts. Hold my face. I get up onto my knees and other hand.

Madison Jones:
The shins of my bare feet hit the side of your head, as in the spirit of this beachside match much like your brother, I choose to only wear my trunks. Regardless you take this hit and fall to your back, finally some of my blows showing an effect. I'm on my back and expend some more stamina, a decent layer of sweat on me, and bring my knees to my chest to KIP-UP, saving time to get to my feet.

You push up to your knees, me shaking my head wondering how many power moves I have to do to daze or stun the mighty Gunz brothers. Getting more desperate, strike a different stance, one not of a wrestler but of a martial artist. Sliding to one leg, I pull my knee back and swing it at your head in a fluid circular arc. I try to kick you on the left side of your head with a An Chagi - Inner Crescent Kick.

Johnny Gunzs:
I'm still a bit dazed after the shining wizard kick. This fighter is putting on more of a fight than I bargained for. He's matching me counter for counter. Move for move. Crowd still on his side which always gives a wrestler the advantage - at least mentally. I am gonna need to take a different strategy to get ahead of this stud. Not only come on with an unstoppable offensive but also to forecast his offensive - stay on step ahead. That is the only way I'm moving ahead in this match. As I get to my I hold my face, may look like I'm covering my face, but my fingers are open ever so slightly. I see his leg swing and round toward the left side of my head. As he gets close I pull back and limbo under his foot which flies past my face. Get back to my knees after his foot passes and ready for the offensive.

Madison Jones:
The Crescent Kick passes as you dodge, but then you see the follow up to the move. I don't often use Martial Arts in the ring like this, but I seem stressed, some anxiety showing even. The foot swings overhead like I said, comes down and lands on the canvas gracefully, and while that happens, I shift my weight bringing my other leg up high. The crowd OOOOs at this, it's almost like I'm dancing. That leg up in the air, I bring it down hard aiming at your left shoulder. I try to crack my heel into it with a Naeryeo Chagi - Axe Kick.

Johnny Gunzs:
As I get back to my knees after dodging the first crescent kick, I catch out of the corner of my eye the swing of his right leg. Though I see it coming, it's too late. I misjudged his ability to bounce back and deliver a 2nd kick. His heel connects squarely with my shoulder toppling me to the side. All I can do is use the momentum and roll across the ring to land out of reach and out of his kick range in order to get back to my feet and return his offense.

Madison Jones:
Foot comes down right on that hurt shoulder, I see the cringe in your face. That's the 5th hit to your shoulder I think? It's got to be softened up enough now to get a submission, I think to myself. You roll away as I stabilize my feet, the Ref looking at me not sure how to rule Martial Arts in a pro match... of course Martial Arts, BJJ in particular has been creeping into the sport for the last 20 years... longer than you have been alive Johnny. Anyhow, as you are getting back to your feet, I rush at you trying to knock the wind out of you with a Spear.

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Johnny Gunzs:
The non-verbal back and forth between the Ref and my opponent gives me the few seconds I need to get my composure. I get back on my feet. What is he going for as he springs at me? Clothesline, dropkick, mule kick, spear, shoulder??? I watch as he starts his move my way. Think about what you learned Johnny. Look at his feet. He's not hiding what he intends next. I hold, wait for the muscle stud to get close to hitting his move - no doubt a spear. I hook my arms under his and spin into his momentum. We spin 180 degrees and I release the stud and send him flying feet first into the corner .

Madison Jones:
Coming at you, I realize this was a mistake... You are anticipating my move basically like I do to my opponents. I try to put on the breaks, but that just gives you more time to react, grabbing me, lifting , and flinging me to the corner. Flying sideways, the crowd gasps as my back hits the middle turnbuckle, me letting out a cry as I do. Fall to my front with my left hand over my back growling. I look at you with a mix of emotion, anger for sure... but also fear. While I'm looking, I check to see how your shoulder is doing as you HAD to have used both to fling me like that. That left shoulder should be pretty hurt after how I've been working. Last thing I do is roll out of the ring with a thud to the sand outside, the sun shining down my sweaty body as I struggle to get up.

Johnny Gunzs:
The ring shakes and a loud clang rings across the beach as the stud slams into the middle turnbuckle and post. Keeping my left shoulder directed away from the stud, I shrug and rotate it - trying to work out the pain. Can't let him see his actions have started to take a toll on this body. I rush in to make my next move, as I do the stud rolls for the ring and land splat in the sand around the ring. I stop and look out to the fans in attendance. "This is who you've been cheering for, the putz in the sand." Direct my next words toward Madison - "Get up punk, Get your ass back in the ring. No stalling." I stand ready for him to join me in the center ring.

Madison Jones:
The Ref starts counting with me outside of the ring... I'm laying there, a few of my most dedicated fans who bought front row tickets cheering for me. Some of the crowd does turn on me, my performance during the Spring Break Brawl hasn't been the best. But you yell at me, that boils my blood. Finger grip some sand, PUSH myself up digging into my reserve. I realize you might beat me at this rate, but I'm going to make at least one of the fucking Gunz brothers realize I'm no pushover.

I grab your feet since you were so eager to get to the ropes to yell at me, give them a pull bringing you down to your back. Pulling on them, I bring them over my back, me holding back tears because my injuries show in my actions, especially that back hit I took. I pull you out of the ring with your 220 lbs frame draped over my back, chest up with the sun reflecting off you... And then I try to Reverse Alabama Slam you down on the sand in front of me. If it works, I fall to my knees behind you taking in some breath. Regardless, Ref gets the count up to 5.

Johnny Gunzs:
I find myself yanked by my feet from the ring. Got a little too close to the apron. Stupid move on my part. pulled from the ring, I'm now hanging over his back. My head at the back of his knees, shoulders draped over his shoulders. Sun in my eyes - brighter out here over the sand then in the ring surprisingly. Shit I can hear the ref count. What is Madison going to pull off? As he bends back, I realize where he's going with his next move. I try to block. I slam my knees together hard on his temples and grab his ankles and hold tight trying to block his next action.

Madison Jones:
For once on this damn tour, I finally get a good picture of me, you draped over my back about to do one of my most brutal moves. Your knees clench around the side of my head as I go to fling you, and I grit my teeth from the pressure. We are right by the corner of the ring since you threw me into the corner and I rolled out. I pivot to the left, then the right quickly hitting your chest, right shoulder... the good one... into the steel post. Not too bad of a blow, but enough that it eases your grip around my head and ankles. Ref gets to the count of 7. Using the pain I inflicted, I FLING you forward executing the Reverse Alabama Slam, falling to my knees afterwards.

Johnny Gunzs:
I hold tight to prevent the ride I am destined for. My right shoulder and then my chest are slammed into the ring post. The hits are enough to loosen my grip on his ankles. Not able to block his Reverse Alabama Slam, I find myself face down in the sand. I shake my head to get the sand off my face and out of my mouth. The sand broke most of the impact. Thank god we weren't in an arena as I would have hit the concrete floor. I hear the ref count seven. Stud still on his knees. Shit I've gotta get back in the ring. Not getting counted out. I push up to my hands and knees. Ref counts eight. Quickly jump to my feet, ignore my opponent. Rush past him and slide back into the ring on nine. Back to my feet. Waiting.

Madison Jones:
I look so satisfied when I land the hit. Chest puffed up, full of anger and rage, chest heaving, and those fans next to me cheering. Imagine my surprise when pop up like it was nothing. I GROWL as you get up and go to slide into the ring, you don't get in for free Johnny Gunz. I reach out and grab at you, hands grabbing your trunks. I don't fucking care what it takes. I give a pull on them as you are so desperate to get in, the act causing them to come down to your knees. Another pull as you slide in gets them off over your boot revealing your bare ass to the crowd. I toss them over my shoulder and slide in after you, eyeing your left shoulder. It doesn't matter how much you try to hide it, I KNOW that shoulder is hurt, and that's how I'm going to make you tap out.

Johnny Gunzs:
As I slid into the ring, Madison was clearly desperate to take control. He grabs my trunks and in my rush to get back into the ring, he pulls them down, releasing my ass and hard cock from the fabric. I stand naked in the center ring. His actions bring on increased cheers from his fans. Two can play at this game. He's been busy unrobing me which has given me time to get back to my feet and ready. He slides into the ring after me and gets to his feet. He's met with my shoulder slamming hard into his abs with a solid SPEAR. The force knocks him back onto his back. with me on top. I quickly grab his trunks at the waistband and with two quick tugs get them down to his knees and then over his bare feet. I put them to my nose. Sniff and then toss them to the corner of the ring.

Madison Jones:
Getting to my feet I'm looking at that shoulder like I said, right as you ram the other into my gut. I fall over, spit flying out of my mouth on your back as many of the crow gasp from the hit. I cry out even feeling stunned, winded. It's not hard to strip me here, my hard cock flops out, fully erect, foreskin still up as I have a lot of it. You over me, stripping me by the ropes, I squint my eyes as I lay there, the spring sun shining down over my naked body.

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You take a moment to enjoy your prize and I try to make you pay. I bring both my knees to my chest, and try to Mule Kick you in the gut, with all the force I normally use for a Kip-Up.

Johnny Gunzs:
Eying the naked stud in front of me - I'm almost distracted with his amazing cock I just unsheathed. He goes for a mule kick. His feet get close but I twist just out of reach. He's still on the mat so I drop my elbow, trying for an elbow smash to his chest.

Madison Jones:
Elbow comes down right on my chest as I'm running out of gas. Loud grunt, wince, you right there on my chest. BAD MOVE. I grab that elbow, wrap my legs around it, your forearm pressed against my cock, protecting it. I pull you into a Cross Armbar, pulling tightly to make you hurt... but I'm ready to make you tap just yet. Holding your arm with one hand, I reach the other hand to your beautiful 7 inch cut cock. I start to stroke it as I try to maintain my Milking Armbar. Thought of how your brother milked me so bad in my mind, I yell "Cum! Cum Johnny!"

Johnny Gunzs:
My elbow hits but my arm gets wrapped up in his patented armbar. I've seen him take down bigger guys with this move. Shit. Arm locked in tight. I struggle to loosen his grip on my arm when I feel his free hand grab hold of my hard cock. He starts jerking and stroking. Soon my cut cock is at full attention. Shit. I've gotta make a move. I hear his taunts. He's taking out his loss to my brother. But I'm not my brother. I roll toward Madison and pull up to my knees. He keeps hold of my arm. I pull and struggle trying to get to my feet.

Madison Jones:
Just like your brother, you have the strength to power out of this. If only I had been able to grab your hurt shoulder instead. It's not worth fighting this. In the struggle for you to get to your feet, I put one foot on your ribs, the other against your face, some sand on it from our time outside the ring. I THRUST my legs while releasing your arm and KICK you off me, hopefully toppling you over. Bring my knees to my chest, and Kip UP again. Dripping with Sweat, cock fully hard, I show off my beautiful body to this crowd as I rise up, hand coming up defensive, looking to counter a charge.

Johnny Gunzs:
I grunt and groan as I struggle to push up to my feet. Tommy did this and so can I. Before I get to my feet, my face and ribs are met with his feet. Slamming hard with a double kick. He releases my arm and the force of his kicks sends me down to the mat onto my back. He kips up - standing at my feet. Sweat dripping on the mat, His cock hard. He's playing to the crowd. I sweep my feet quickly slamming them into his ankle trying to take him off his feet with a Russian Leg sweep.

Madison Jones:
I get to my feet, looking tired. See your feet coming at me to knock me down. I go to jump, but my fatigue is too much and you connect, so I topple down to my side next to you, hand coming up to cushion my head from the fall. With us basically facing each other now, you are in MY playground, a grapple nest of arms and legs. I reach forward looking to grab your left arm, and reach or your right. If I can get a hold of them, I then put you in a Grounded Bow and Arrow, looking to put your hot muscled body on display and make my fans happy.... even go for a submission if I can.

Johnny Gunzs:
My leg sweep takes the stud off his feet. On the mat next to me, I remember his grappling skills on the mat. He's famous for these moves. He reaches forward. I need to think of the right counter or I'm done for. What is he going for? Going for my arms and legs I realize what he's attempting. He's almost got my wrist and ankle. Before he gets hold, I tuck into a ball and roll back up to my knees. I lunge forward trying to get my arms wrapped around his torso.

Madison Jones:
Arms around my torso, you can feel my chest breathing heavily. I'm on fumes. I start to struggle, afraid that you use the same finisher as your brother. "No! Get off!" I swing my left arm forward, and try to throw my elbow back into your left shoulder, the hurt one. The whole struggle is building excitement in the crowd as my rapid struggle burns more energy than it should... right hand starts clawing the canvas, trying to get me to the ropes afraid of what comes next.

Johnny Gunzs:
I can feel the crowd's excitement increase as the intensity of this hard fought match continues to increase. I get hold of his torso and control him on the mat. He does get a few good shots into my aching shoulder. I grit my teeth and fight through the pain. I've gotta keep on the offense now. Breathing heavy, sweat dripping down my face. I shift my arms and get them around his head and neck locking in a sleeper. I try to get my legs around his torso to finish the hold.

Madison Jones:
OH FUCK! I feel your arms coming around my neck. Eyes go wide, I hate getting put out... Your legs get around my torso as I squirm, and I swear I can feel that cut cock of yours sliding against my ass while you do this. Rear Naked Choke? Sleeper? Maybe even... My hand reaches for the ropes. REACHING.

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Do one last thing while reaching, before it is locked in. I slide my right hand up along my throat, then twist my hand. THERE, secure my airway. You can't choke me out unless you break my hand first. Some I doubt... I hope... you won't do that.

Johnny Gunzs:
I work to lock in my sleeper. I notice him reaching for the ropes. I yank him back, now too far to break this hold with the ropes. Just before I get my arms fully tightened, he shoots his arm up along his throat. Fuck - tightening my sleeper won't put the man out, just squeeze against his hand. His body is still on mine. My cock hard and right at his ass crack. I think about my brother and his finishing moves. I got it. I quickly adjust my arms and slide them up under his pits. I lock my hands behind the studs neck. Keep my legs clamped around his squirming muscular torso. Lock in a Gunz Lock/Scissors.

Madison Jones:
You transition into a Full Nelson, the Gunz Lock. I start to cry out, movements so panicked, hips thrusting, my cock fucking the air. I squirm and struggle, chin pressed to my chest, feeling your legs around me. I squint my eyes, close them, trying to distract myself... trying to think of a way out. Fingers start clawing at your head... and I hear the crowd shifting... turning on me. A few are calling for me to fight, but several are calling out your name... Gun... Gun... I use all the strength I have to try and break free while you have me on display like this, feeling completely helpless.

You are not logged in. - Grounded Full Nelson

Johnny Gunzs:
I have the submission locked in. Our sweating bodies sliding over each other. My hard cock rides along his bubble butt between his tight glutes. I crank down on his neck. Jamming his chin to his chest. I feel a rush of energy. Invigorated, I clamp my legs tighter around his waist. His attempts to break free, only encourage me to tighten my grip and wrench his neck further. Hearing my name chanted out over his puts a smile on my face. I whisper in his ear. "Cum on Madison. You know there's no way out. You know what you have to do."

Madison Jones:
You say your words, and I keep struggling, clearly burning through my reserve of whatever is left. "Get off... Fuck you... GET OFF!" I'm panicking, clearly something isn't right. Chest heaving in your grasp, but it is clear I am stuck with our sweaty bodies pressed together. I try to throw my head back, the Ref in my face asking if I want to give. "NO!" I yell at him.

Johnny Gunzs:
Whisper in your ear - "No, you're gonna be sorry you didn't just submit, Madison." I roll the naked stud on his stomach and unwrap my legs from around his torso. Maintaining my solid hold in the full nelson, I get up onto my knees and haul him up to his knees as well. My cock is rock hard and perched at his hole. I crank down on nelson and drive my rock hard cock into his ass. I tighten my grip in the Fuck Nelson, driving his chin into his chest while slamming my hard cock into him. Crowd now going wild. Chants of my name grow louder and louder. I again whisper, "I can keep this up all night. All you need to do is submit. Say it. Say I give. Say I submit."

Madison Jones:
You easily have your way with me now, rolling me over, pulling me to my knees. You feel me fighting you every step of the way, but I'm drained, this damn Nelson and trying to get free from it leading me to exhaustion. I feel you press your cock to my hole... squinting my eyes... Fuck... Seems almost like my mind is someplace else, me thrusting my hips forwards, desperate to keep my ass off your cock. You thrust your cock in... and as much as I try to keep it out of my mind, my eyes snap open. "Please don't..." It's almost a whimper as you start to fuck me.

You don't get the cry or the scream you might be expecting. You get the sound of a person who has really suffered something bad. I nod my head as the Ref is asking me if I give. "Give... Please stop..." The bell rings, the match is over.

Johnny Gunzs:
As the bell rings announcing my victory, I drop the stud to the mat. I stand and plant my foot on his back - flex my victory to the chants and cheers of the crowd.

You are not logged in. You are not logged in. - Johnny Gunz Flexing

I look down. Sweat dripping off my brow. An amazing muscled silhouette on the mat in front of me. Amazing bubble butt. Huge lats. My cock throbbing, pre-cum dripping. He submitted before I could finish fuck nelson. I reach down and pull the stud up off the mat onto his knees. I look him in his eyes. "You put up a great fight. You were a tough opponent, the toughest I've faced. You should be proud of the fight you fought tonight. As your prize - I'm gonna let you choose what my victory prize is tonight." I bend down and give the stud a kiss on the cheek.

Madison Jones:
Foot on my back, you flex over me, plenty of pictures being taken not to mention camera footage. My chest is heaving, the sun beating down on us. I lay there as my sweat leaves a body print of me. You pull me up to my knees, look down, and ask me what I want for our prize tonight. You won, and I don't deserve the question, though I do as always, deserve the respect as I am a person and not a bag of meat to fuck. So exhausted I lean against your thighs, hands cradling almost around them.

You are not logged in. - Head to Cock

I'm angry for the loss, and the terror of that move is still in my mind... I look up to you and say, "Flex... while I do this..." And then take your cock into my mouth starting to suck it.

Johnny Gunzs:
His mouth encircles my hard 7"cock. His tongue tickles its head. I flex as asked.

You are not logged in. You are not logged in. - Johnny Gunz Flexing

I reach down and hold his head. He takes my cock deep in his throat, my balls slap his chin as he takes my cock all the way. No gagging from this man. Feels incredible. I close my eyes and let him continue his work.

Madison Jones:
You're right. No gagging here, I take your cock entirely into my mouth, lips sealing around your base, tongue pinning it to the roof, sliding my mouth over it. I bob on your cock as I suck out the air, texture of my tongue stimulating the whole shaft. I keep doing it, eyes looking up at you as you flex. So I continue to give you my blow job... until I start to takes you near your eruption. I then pull looking up to you with eyes that show a man who is longing to be fucked. "Take me while flexing... fuck me... and make me cum..." I utter my request as the crowd watches, this being the 4th time on the tour that I've been beaten and fucked.

Johnny Gunzs:
"As you wish." I reach down and kiss the muscle stud on the lips. Can taste my own pre-cum on his breath. I guide the stud down onto his hands and knees. I rub my hands across his muscular back. I reach forward and grab his chin in my left hand. My right biceps flexed - camera's shooting photos from all sides. My cock head at his inviting hole. I pull my hips back and thrust my cock deep into his hole. His glutes flex around my cock. I maintain hold of his chin and slowly start to pull out and thrust back into his hole.

Madison Jones:
Your hand under my chin, you hold me in place while you thrust into me. On my hands and knees I'm forced to look forward as you fuck me, a camera catching ever look on my face as you thrust in deep. I moan as you hit my prostate, my cock handing, its skin still up as it was never pulled back, a line of precum dripping from the slit to the canvas under me. "Fu... Oh fuck..." It's all I say, just once as I close my eyes, trying to enjoy this while this younger 19 year old muscle jock takes me. I wait to see what happens next before I make a move...

Johnny Gunzs:
I maintain my grip on his chin. It helps me keep control of the stud. I increase the pace of my fuck. My cock sliding in and out of his tight hole. As I pick up the pace, I drop my flexed arm. I reach up under the stud. I peel back his foreskin. Pre-cum starts to drip but I catch most of it in my hand. I wrap my hand around his hard 8" cock and start jerking and stroking to the rhythm of my fuck. "You like that big man."

Madison Jones:
You cock coming in and out of me, like a knife almost, and so I grunt with each exit and thrust back in. You bring your hand around me and take my cock, pulling back the skin and starting to jerk it. Eyes go wide from the stimulation of merely touching it, a quiver in my lip as I take on a truly submissive pose. Stroking in unison with your thrusting, you ask your question... I simply nod as I let out a moan... then I say something... "Don't... don't shame me... for this...." There is some resentment there. I know how people might see this, but I am not weak... and I am not ashamed of enjoying getting fucked in the ring. I then push with my arms up to my knees, back to your chest. Take a breath, hold it... and bring my biceps up. I flex for you, my body being at the height of Cruiserweight, just 2 lbs below Heavy. I show off my own Gunz... for you... while you fuck me, face quivering with enjoyment, my cock trembling getting so close to shooting now.

Johnny Gunzs:
As I continue to drive my hard cock in and out of the stud, he leans back - now kneeling in front of me. I wrap one arm around his bulging chest while I continue to jerk his hard cock. He flexes in front of me as I fuck him. His bulging biceps in my view. I bend my head down and lick his right bicep. I plow harder and faster. Precum helping to lube his tight hole. My cock head slams his prostate with each thrust. I continue to increase the intensity and speed of my power fuck. He clenches his glutes. His tight hole. His muscular flexing torso. His hard cock. Its too much for me. I try to hold back but groan loudly as I shoot a torrent of warm cum, filling his ass, breeding the muscle stud in the ring.

Madison Jones:
I feel you start to shoot inside of me. To be honest, it is expected, as you much younger and often youth is unable to hold their seed for very long... you did well though. Feeling you erupt inside of me, I let out a moan as you keep thrusting, your hand on muscled hair chest, I let out a moan.

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One final stroke and thrust from you is all that is needed. I erupt in your hand, my load thick and heavy, shooting out a few feet from me onto the canvas. I stay flexing for you the whole times, my chest rising and falling, abs contracting, glutes tight around your cock as your seed starts to run down my thigh. I shoot rope after rope, as though I haven't shot in days, until it is but a sputter... a trickle of white milk dripping from my tip.

Only after I have finished unloading do I relax, my flex breaking, and I almost collapse forward were it not for your hand across my chest.

Johnny Gunzs:
As I finish jerking his cock, a final load of warm cum shoots onto the mat in front of him. I give one final thrust to release the last wad of cum into his welcoming hole. I can feel him falling forward as he finishes cumming. I hold up his muscular frame with my left arm. My cock still inside. I flex my right arm and kiss his neck. I whisper, "Was that as good for you as it was for me, stud?"

Madison Jones:
I am so beat after all this, completely exhausted, though a lot of that was from overexertion from the trauma. I turn my head towards you, my ass still clenched around your cock. I nod my head worried about my own masculine nature and reputation. "Thank you... for not raping me." I then move to pull myself off your cock, and start to rise up, sluggish, but intent on carrying my own weight out of the ring.

Johnny Gunzs:
Pulled off my cock, I can see you are spent after the hard fought match and hard fuck. I stand and pull you up to your feet. Put your arm over my shoulder. Our cocks both still rock hard. Whisper in your ear - "You think you are up for round 2 back in the changing tent. I hear I won't be disappointed by that cock in action." I help you out of the ring to the sand. The ref hands me our trunks and I help you back to the changing tent to the cheers of the crowds. "GUNZ. JONES. GUNZ. JONES."

Madison Jones:
As much as I want to be the strong man here, I accept your help. Asking your question, I simply nod. "Give me 10 minutes..." And then we leave the ring together.

Madison Jones:
About 10 minutes later in the changing tent....

I'm sitting on the bench, elbows on my knees, hands holding my head. I seem like I'm really stressing out about my performance, still breathing heavily. I have yet to shower at the attached beach facility that was rented out as part of the location by the commissioner. Body still covered with sweat, naked with my trunks laying next to me still. I see Johnny come my way from his dress location. I look up when he gets here... "Hey... you want me... now?" I might not be in the best of mood, but I lost and if he wants this... the least I can do is deliver.

Johnny Gunzs:
I look down at the muscular stud on the bench. Amazing chest, abs, cock. An amazing match. One for the records. I look down and put my hand under his chin. Look around. No crowds. No performance for the camera's. I pull the stud up and pull his sweaty body to my big chest. "I think you need a shower. Then maybe we'll see if you can deliver. "

Madison Jones:
Hand under my chin, you start to pull me up. I rise, but you can see that the short rest has caused me to shake off some of that submissiveness you got from me in the ring. I look into your eyes, us the same height. "If you are asking me to fuck you, then you know I can." I'm defensive, I feel like my masculinity has been compromised, and the backlash is clear. "Come on, I'll give you what you want." Start to turn and move towards the shower.

Johnny Gunzs:
I look at the muscle stud. "I've heard that losing to you is a win, I wanna find out what that means." I pull the muscle stud to the shower room. Perhaps we both need a lot of scrubbing. I grab the stud's hand and place it on my ass as we head into the shower room.

Madison Jones:
I take a deep breath, hold it... then exhale. "I'm sorry. This Tour has been taking its toll on me." I seem better after that breath, but clearly still on edge. Pride has been hurt, ego taken a blow, and to top it all off, both you and your brother used that move on me to finish me. I put my hand on your shoulder, it is more gentle now, and turn you towards the showerhead, and turn on the hot water.

You are not logged in. - Showerhead

I grab the soap and start to lather up your back now, press up behind you with my chest grazing your muscles. "Sorry I'm so upset. Too many losses... I don't want to look weak."

Johnny Gunzs:
Shower starts to run hot water over us. Stud behind me soaping my massive lats. I turn, I reach out and pull the muscle stud into my bulging chest. Water running over us. As I speak I rub my hands down his muscled torso. "Stud, I've been wanting to meet you in the ring since I first saw you on tour a couple of months ago." I run my hand between is pec's. We had a great match. I think it's time to cheer you up. I grab your hands, place one on my bulging pec and the other on my ass, fingers just over my hole.

Madison Jones:
I try to relax, the hot water is helping as the suntan lotion starts to come off my body. "Yeah, last tour I was on fire. 6 wins out of 8 matches. Now I'm looking at a minimum of 4 losses here, and one of the remaining matches is with my boyfriend..." I sigh as you move my hands. "Alright, enough with the moping. I'm here to pleasure you now. Do you want me soft... or rough?" I press my chest to your back letting my hardening cock up to your crack.

Johnny Gunzs:
I reach back and grab Madison's cock. Give it a few strokes to bring it back to attention. His chest on my back. I bend my head back and kiss his neck. Whisper - "You need to forget about those matches. Time to show me what the alpha wrestling star, Madison, can do. I flex my bubble butt, hard glutes. Bring it on Maddie, I want it rough stud.

Madison Jones:
"You want it rough huh?" Hands come up around your chest and I bring my lips down on your neck, start to suck on it, teeth lightly racking against your skin. You feel my cock hit your ass, me having already pushed my skin back. I take two steps forward and push you against the wall, knee coming up between your thighs to part your legs, the act spreading your ass for my eventual penetration.

You are not logged in. You are not logged in. You are not logged in. - Madison’s Cock

I bring my lips off your neck once I have you pressed there. "You know what pisses me off most? You little finisher... The Gunz Lock... I used the Full Nelson too as a finisher. It's my dad's move, the Full Sex Nelson." I then go to slide my hands up under your and lock my hands behind our neck, applying a Full Nelson, my cock pressing into your ass and at your hole about to enter. "Is this what you really want Johnny?"

You are not logged in. - Full Nelson

Johnny Gunzs:
As much as I love beating down my opponents in the ring and controlling the stakes. I love being controlled by a worthy stud. He puts me into the full nelson fuck that I put him in earlier. His cock riding my ass crack. Water from the shower sprays over our muscular bodies. I fight a bit, working to break from the hold though I'm happy where I am. I ram my ass back toward his hard cock.

Madison Jones:
And as you ram your ass back, I shove my cock into it without too much restraint. There is a slight mercy, I sink it in inch after inch at a steady pace, but not all at once like hammering a spike into you. Eight inches come in as I listen to the sounds from your mouth as I push in. "You like that stud? You like the feeling of people in you like this, controlling you?" Twist you side to side almost like a puppet for a moment. "I don't do this anymore. Not after what happened to me, this is a special request, got it?" I then kick out your legs so you are in a kneeling position and drop to my knees behind you in the process, my cock still lodged up your ass. Once we are in position, I start to thrust...

Johnny Gunzs:
I close my eyes, held up by the stud in the same move I bred him in. He slams his cock into my willing ass. Feels amazing. Shit thinking maybe I should have not worked so hard as to winning our match. He holds my body up in the nelson and his cock deep in my ass, continues to thrust in the assault. My cock hardness as he stud slams deeper in my ass.

Madison Jones:
I speed up the thrusting now, full length, but for you... you can now see a few differences in technique. I don't pull out when I thrust, I keep my cock in to spare my victim the pain of reentry over and over again. My cock is wet from the water, so that helps it as it slides up and down through you, my long tip slamming into your prostate over and over again. "Are you hands free?" I say as I keep taking you, me tightening my muscles to restrict you as much as I can given that just 20 minutes ago, I was at the point of complete exhaustion.

Johnny Gunzs:
His cock remains deep in my ass. Barely cums out with each thrust. My ass tightens around his cock. My thought of being controlled and just taking this muscle man's seed, arouses my cock. My cock at full attention, erect as the stud pounds my prostate. Pre-Cum leaking onto the shower floor.

Madison Jones:
I lower my left hand, letting your arm free so I can reach around and take hold of your cock. I start to give it some strokes now with my lips coming to the left side of your neck, the half nelson still in place. When I thrust into you, I stroke down your cock, and so I repeat this over and over again. You can feel the moans of my mouth on your neck, my pace increasing as I take you now, here in the shower, the rhythm as I get lost in the action. You're not sure, but you think I say "oh fuck" into your neck as my cock lubes up with precum.

Johnny Gunzs:
"Oh fuck." Shower running. Water running down our back and torso. He grabs hold of my cock, keeps me held up in the half nelson. Precum lubes his stories. I close my eyes, his cock fills my ass. My cock ready to blow, I concentrate - not to cum too early. I close my eyes and am brought into the continued drives to my ass.

Madison Jones:
Lips come off your neck. "You really do love this, don't you?" I nuzzle the side of our face as I slow my thrusting to help draw this out. "I used to love this move... I still do... Just between us Johnny...." Thrust thrust thrust, "When Tommy did this... I was surprised. Horrified a little, but also... excited." My stroke gets you close to cumming as it rubs your cum vein, then I slow my thumb pressed over your slit. I don't let you cum just yet.

Johnny Gunzs:
I'm close to cumming. Loving the control of Jones. I tilt my head back. I do love this. As much as I love driving my cock into a bubble butt during a victory, I love to be taken care of. I imagine the hot scene. Having just taken Madison in this move, I am loving the reversal. I am just about the cum from his tender, warm clutch. He loosens his grip and stroke. I relax on his cock.

Madison Jones:
A couple more thrust now and I come to my edge, this being my second load of the night, it isn't too difficult or painful to get to that point. "Oh fuck..." I say coming off our neck. I give you one final THRUST into your prostate... and then I cum... releasing your cock finally as I do. You feel me flow into you as I pump... and pump... and pump...

4.. 5.. 6..... 7......... Moaning..... 8........... "Oh fuck..." 9th rope. A surprisingly large amount comes out of me given I shot not too long ago in the ring. I then pull you up to standing and press you against the wall again while I'm still inside of you.

Johnny Gunzs:
The water running over us. I remain in his control. as he slides in and out, faster and deeper, his cock begins to throb. As it slams into my prostate, I feel my ass filled with his hot load. I try to hold onto and keep my seed but as we stand and I'm pushed to the wall, his huge cock inside I spray the shower wall with another wad of thick cum. He continues to jerk my hard cock. Muscle held on muscle.

Madison Jones:
As you spray your load, I stroke a few more times to make sure you are nice and empty. Only then do I release the half nelson, still thrusting my hips into you. I take a page out of your book, I bring up my arms and I FLEX, showing off my guns.

I hold the flex for a moment then bring my hands to your hip to give you a few more thrusts before pressing my chest to your back again. "How did I do stud?"

Johnny Gunzs:
My cock drained and my ass full. My body feels fulfilled. With a few final thrusts, I know I'm bred. His chest sinks on. my muscular back. His hairy pecs on my lats. I reach back and grab the big man's head. His cock still buried in my ass. I lean my head back and whisper - “You did well, Maddie, you did well.”

Madison Jones:
I hold you there for just a moment longer. "One more thing Johnny..." I nuzzle the side of your face affectionately with all these hormones flooding my mind. "If you really respect me... don't fuck me in that move again. There is trauma there..." I then pull away from you, a brief moment to let the shower head wash the cum from my cock, then I turn to leave the shower.

Johnny Gunzs:
I grab Maddie's hand, as he leaves the shower. Pull him back into me. Look him into his deep blue eyes. "Don't worry, I won't. But I hope you will fuck me in that move again. " I kiss his neck and release his hand. Shower off the cum on my cock and my ass.

Madison Jones:
I bring us forehead to forehead. "You seem like me 8 months ago... You fight because you like to get this in the end... I hope." I sigh. "I hope nobody does to you what happened to me." I nod and give you a kiss. "When we fight again, I'll fuck you like this in the ring. I promise." I then turn to leave.

Johnny Gunzs:
I return the stud's kiss. I look up. "When we fight again, I will fight 120%. Win or lose, I will always want to shower with you controlling my ass in the end. ty

Madison Jones:
"I'm not losing next time. I promise that." I continue to walk off, ready to get dressed and move on.

Published: 2022-04-26, viewed 112 times.