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. - Tmack - Age 26, 6’1”, 181 lbs, 8” Cut Cock

Madison Jones:
While traveling around with the SECW, I decided to check out New Orleans, a town with a pretty deep history. Since I needed to justify the costs somehow to the commissioner, I reached out to an old IPW member who had joined up recently, Tmack. Suggested we have one off match here in town and maybe catch up afterwards. He agreed and so a small venue was set up for the match in a downtown nightclub. Fortunately they had a spare ring we could use. I finish getting dressed, blue trunks and boots, and head to the ring as the nightclub gathers around to watch the show.

Announcer:
"The first competitor making his way to the ring, standing 5'10 weighing 198 lbs. He is the rising star of the SECW. Madison Jones!"

Madison Jones:
Make my way down to the ring, my usual entrance music playing. The crowd cheers as I have been making a name, however lately I've been taking some losses. Plan to turn that around right here, right now tonight. I got the PPV coming up against Jimmy and Maui, and I am not going to get spit roasted by a pair of kids. Slide into the ring, hop up, and do a few punches and kicks to show off my muscles. Fall back to my corner and wait for Tmack to come out.

Tmack:
Traveling with SECW and I am in New Orleans and Madison Jones reached out to me and suggested we have a one off match. I agreed to the match without hesitation. He told me where the venue will be. I arrived in downtown New Orleans to a nightclub. Now I have wrestled in nightclubs before and have some memories of those matches. I walk into the nightclub and was shown where to go. I get out of my street clothes and into my black trunks and boots. I am stretching out.

Announcer:
His opponent making his way to the ring. Standing 6'0 and weighing in at 181 pounds. His second match in SECW. Tmack.

Tmack:
I start heading out to the ring. I see the crowd and I shake my head. Fans to me are useless. My first match here in SECW I lost to Starfox. I am ready to get a win. I do know that Madison Jones can be a tough wrestler. We have had some past history. I make it to the ring and slide under the bottom rope. I then stand up. I go and stand in my corner and looking you up and down. Still looking good I was thinking.

Madison Jones:
Ref calls us center of the ring and starts going over the rules. Single Fall, Pin / Submission win, Loser gets fucked. Talks about a fair match and all that. While he is going on I hold out my hand for a shake. "Hey, it's been a while. Good luck." Smile on my face as I always start these things off this way.

You are not logged in. - Handshake

Tmack:
Standing in the center of the ring and the ref going over the rules. Loser gets fucked. I smile as the ref talks about a fair match. You hold your hand out for a shake. I nod my head as you said it's been a while. You have a smile on your face and I reach out and shake your hand.

Madison Jones:
We give a good shake, the crowd claps, give a few cheers for sportsmanship. Break off the handshake and bring up my hand ready to lock up with the classic collar and elbow. Bell rings, Ding Ding! I wait for you to lock up.

Tmack:
Any one who has watched me wrestle must think I am sick. I actually shook hands. The bell rings and I see your hand ready to lock up with the classic collar and elbow and I raise my hands up and lock up with you.

You are not logged in. - Collar & Elbow Lockup

Madison Jones:
We start pressing into each other. You are taller, but I'm heavier, and so it is about evens out. Looking you in the eyes you can see my determination, I need some wins as my rep is getting dragged through the mud lately. Course I know your debut match against the commissioner resulted in a loss, so you are craving a win too. Remember you had a rep in IPW for being underhanded, so far you seem fair. With us going back and forth in the struggle, I turn to the side and throw you down with an Arm Drag. Secure your arm in a side armbar while you are down.

Tmack:
We start pressing into each other and you looking into my eyes and I want to get a win. We go back and forth as we struggle. You then turned to the side and threw me down with an Arm Drag. You secure my arm in a side armbar. I land on my side as you keep the side armbar on. I try to lean forward to start making it to my feet..

Madison Jones:
I slap your shoulder, crowd cheering at my early lead, look down at you with a grin on my face. So far, nice and friendly. You start to rise up, me still holding your arm. I give it one more good tug starting to work that left shoulder, then let go, letting you pull away as I rise up to my feet. Hands come up defensive, watching you, looking to counter some grapples if you try any.

Tmack:
Feel you slapping my shoulder and the crowd is cheering you on. I see you looking down at me with that grin on your face. Trying to get to my feet when you decide to make a good tug. I feel it in my left shoulder and I let out a scream as you let go and I pull away from you making some space. You rise to your feet as I make it to my feet. I shake my left arm for a bit. Your hands are up and I see you watching me. I smile at you . I begin circling you and go for another lock up.

Madison Jones:
You come in for another lock, a type of grapple by definition, and so I'm completely ready to counter. I step up to you chest to chest, our crotches almost touching. Swing my left foot forward past your right, then quickly kick it back into your calf dropping you to your back with a Judo Leg Sweep. I then try to mount your chest, maybe being a little too cocky about my early lead.

Tmack:
You surprise me when you step up and we were chest to chest our crotches almost touching. You swing your left foot past my right and then quickly kick it back and into my calf. I drop to my back on the mat. You then try to mount my chest. I send a HARD punch to your nice looking abs.

Madison Jones:
Punch hits me hard as I'm going for the mount, causes me to back off, left hand feeling my gut. I didn't clench up fast enough on account of thinking I had you there, a mistake on my end. Won't let that happen again. I wave for you to get up, hands up defensive again. Since it worked so well before, I keep an eye out for grapples looking to counter them with something nasty if you do one.

Tmack:
You back off from me. I see your left hand feeling your gut. I see you wave for me to get up. I make it to my feet. Your hands up defensive again. You are still keeping your eyes on me. I smile. I step in to you and get chest to chest with you. The crowd is loving it. I reach up and grab your head and lock you in a headlock. Tighten the hold.

- Headlock

Madison Jones:
You come in chest to chest, reach out and grab me for a headlock. I'm ready to counter grapples, like I said. Head against your chest, I back up two steps pulling you with me towards the corner behind me then bring my knee into your gut as hard as I can. Assuming that breaks the headlock, I then try to Fling you into the corner as hard as I can, hoping to get your shoulder in the steel post.

Tmack:
Your head against my chest as I tighten the hold. You take two steps back and pull me with you towards the corner. You then bring your knee up into my gut...OOOOFFFFF as I break the headlock You then go to try and fling me into the corner. Half way through I reverse it and whip you into the corner.

Madison Jones:
There is some hesitancy as I go to fling you, perhaps you can sense that. What would be a brutal move in such a friendly match so far might be pushing things too much. Don't know if you intended to or not, but you end up taking advantage of that hesitation, and throw me into the corner, arms up over the top ropes as I grunt on impact. With some sweat starting to show on my chest, the crowd cheers for your reversal. Grit my teeth, bring boots up, and try to slam both of them into your chest to knock you away.

Tmack:
You went into the corner. Your arms up and over the top ropes. Seeing some sweat showing on your chest the crowd cheers for my move. I see you bringing your boots up as I start heading towards you. Your boots hit my chest as I go to grab your right boot. Hoping that you do not have a tight hold on the ropes. I try to pull your right foot forward. Hoping to get you out of the corner.

Madison Jones:
Feeling my boots connect, I smile a little. That quickly fades as you grab my right boot. I grip the ropes, but it is too late as you PULL me from the corner, back hitting the canvas, sound echoing through the night club. Crowd cheers as I look concerned, spread my arms and try to kick you off me with my left boot hoping to get my right one free.

Tmack:
See that smile fades as I grab that right boot. I was able to pull you from the corner and hearing your back hitting the canvas echoed throughout the night club and the crowd cheering. I see the concerned look on your face as you spread your arms. I send a HARD Kick to the right thigh as you kick me with your left boot. I let go of your right boot and move back some from that kick.

Madison Jones:
With you having backed off me, I burn stamina as I bring my knees to my chest and Kip-Up to standing, the lights of the nightclub reflecting well off my lightly sweaty body. A few cheers from it as it's probably my favorite trick that always makes me look hot, and my fans totally know it.

On my feet, hands come up defensive. I inch your way starting to circle. When I get close, I reach for your right arm, grab it, and try to pull it behind your back into a tight hammerlock.

Tmack:
Sweat is on my chest and I was impressed with your nip up. You back on your feet as I see your hands going back up. You inch your way towards me and begin circling. I see you reaching for my right arm and grabbing it. You go to pull it behind my back into a tight hammerlock. I slap my right shoulder. I move around some. Trying to reach for the ropes. I smile as I take my left elbow and send it back HARD to your face.

Madison Jones:
I have that smile on my face again, holding your arm tight. I feel you pulling us to the ropes, me twisting that arm extra to make you feel the torque. Your left arm reaches for the rope you feel me starting to ease up, no intention of torturing you when you get the rope break. Then... POW! Elbow to my jaw. I release you, stumble away a couple steps. "Fuck!" I call out, crowd cheering for escape. Left hand feeling my jaw, right hand out in front up defensive, looking to grab you if you try to strike me while I'm dazed.

Tmack:
Making you think that I was going to grab the ropes and then my left elbow connects with your jaw. Heard you call out Fuck made my bulge tent in my black trunks. You release and stumble backward a couple of steps. The crowd loves the escape. I see your left hand feeling your jaw and your right is in front to protect yourself. I came forward and went low with my shoulder to that right knee.

Madison Jones:
Coming my way, I think you are going to try and grab me? Instead you drop down and throw your shoulder at my knee. I buckle forward, almost falling on top of you in the process. I fall with my back to the ropes, let out a grunt, but see a golden opportunity to counter. I go to wrap my legs around your neck as you so kindly put your head right next to them. As I start to tighten, then I see it... IT... your bulging crotch in those trunks. It's a bit similar to my bulging blue trunks. I go to wrap my left arm around your left thigh, my bicep right alongside your crotch.

Tmack:
You fall with your back to the ropes as you let out a grunt. I feel your legs around my neck and you start to tighten your legs. I see your blue trunks bulging. You go to wrap your left arm around my left thigh. I feel your bicep right alongside my crotch. I bring my arms up and try to pry your legs away from my neck.

Madison Jones:
This is a erotic match, and overall, I feel like I'm coming out on top. I decide to press my luck... With your arms distracted, trying to pry my legs open, I bring my left arm up away from your thigh, fingers sliding into the front of your trunks right over that tenting bulge. Crowd starts to cheer as I give it a tug, fingers sliding to your right and pulling, then to your left and another pull. I slide those down to your knees basically ignoring your arms, and then try really hard to get the loop of our trunks off over one of your boots... the whole time my crotch growing more and more erect to the cheers of the crowd.

Tmack:
Still trying to pry your legs open, I feel you bringing your left arm up and away from my thigh. Your fingers sliding into the front of my trunks. right over my tenting bulge. The crowd begins to cheer as you give it a tug. Your fingers sliding to my right and pulling...then to my left and pulling. I feel my black trunks sliding down to my knees. You try really hard to get the loop of my trunks off over one of my boots. My bulge is tenting more as I see your crotch growing more. I took my hand away from the legs. Knowing you are trying hard to get my trunks off I reach up and eye rake you.

Madison Jones:
There it is, your cock out and visible to the crowd, huge smile on my face. Trunks down to your boots, me trying so hard, I'm not even paying attention to what you are doing. I pay for that. Hand comes up and rakes my eyes, a dirty move as I cry out in pain. Right hand comes up to my face as I immediately release my legs trying to kick you away from me. Left hand comes up to my face too as I roll away checking for blood... then I notice your black trunks are firmly in my left hand. I managed to strip you, but now I'm busy checking my eyes to make sure while pulling away from you.

Tmack:
My black trunks are in your left hand. You cry out in pain made my cock tent more for the crowd to see. You try to kick me away. Both of your hands are up to your face. You are trying to pull away from me. " Where are you going?" I grab your feet to stop you. I drag you closer to me. I sit my bare ass on your legs to hold them still. . I grab your blue trunks by the waist band. Everyone knows that I am good at pulling the waist band. Having your waist band I rub the back of my hand on your bulging cock. I start pulling your blue trunks down. The crowd is cheering me on. I start to leak some pre cum. I continue to pull your trunks down. I am thinking even if I have to rip those blue trunks off of Madison.

Madison Jones:
I hear you call out at me, giving away your position. I toss your black trunks to the side just in time to see you grab my legs and PULL me closer to you, away from the ropes. Arms reach out for them, head coming up, chin to my chest as I watch what you are doing, light red marks from your eye rake. Back of your hand presses and rubs against my bulge... oh fuck... If you are looking, you might even see it... that moment in my eyes that betrays what I want. It's there only for a moment, then I thrust my hips , my back making some progress to pull away from you. You pull my trunks down, my cock becoming visible to the crowd, them cheering whistle as you expose me.

You are not logged in. You are not logged in. You are not logged in. - Madison Stripped

My cock comes out, fully hard, its foreskin still up and covering my tip even when fully erect. There isn't any real humiliation for me with this, I basically end up naked in all of my matches and love it. Pulling further from you, both hands come up stretching my body out on full display as I grab the ropes. This isn't exactly a submission hold you have me in, but the Ref perks up and orders you off me, your hand still gripping my blue trunks as they are down over my boots.

Tmack:
Seeing your ROCK Hard cock, makes mine ROCK hard. You keep on pulling further away from me. Both hands come up stretching your body out on FULL display to the crowd. You grab the rope. I hear the ref telling me to let you go. My hand is still gripping your blue trunks as they are down over your boots. I smile as I stand up and bring your legs with me.

"Your blue trunks will be in my hands." I yank your legs pulling you from the ropes and your blue trunks came into my hands.

Madison Jones:
You make your declaration, then with a pull of my legs, you get them clean off my boots. My back falls a little to the canvas as my hands are pulled from the ropes, eyes scrunch up from the sound of the light impact, something that can only be barely heard over the cheers of the crowd as you strip me. I grit my teeth looking at you, then roll away on my side two rotations. On my back, I bring my knees up to my chest and Kip-Up again, my sweaty naked body showing off very nicely to this New Orleans crowd. Hands come up defensive, shake my head with a little bit of sweat droplets coming off my hair. I inch back in towards you, and throw a high kick trying to hit you right to the side of your head.

Tmack:
Your back falls to the canvas some. The nightclub crowd is cheering loudly as I strip you. I have your blue trunks in my hand. You nip back up. Your hands come up defensive again as you shake your head. I use my forearm to wipe sweat off my forehead. You inch back towards me and throw a high kick going for the side of my head. I got lucky and was able to dodge it...I could feel the air going right past my head. I threw your blue trunks at your face hoping that it was a distraction. I try for a European Uppercut to your jaw.

Madison Jones:
Thrown a bit off balance by dodging the kick, you throw my blue trunks in face. Hand comes up to catch them, but that was a mistake as it left me open. Next thing I know you nail me with a Euro Uppercut to my jaw, impact causing me to back away a couple steps, my back pressed against the ropes. I drop my trunks, growling at you, left hand feeling my jaw as I stretch my mouth open, acting like maybe a tooth came loose. With my cock standing up like a pole facing you, I play up my pain, getting ready to duck down if you come charging at me... so I can counter with something nasty.

Tmack:
The blue trunks to the face work. Your back is pressed against the ropes. You drop your trunks and growling at me. My cock is straight up. I look at your cock which is standing up like a pole facing me. "You need a white towel on your pole" Being cocky about you giving up. I come charging at you going for a clothesline over the top rope.

Madison Jones:
You come charging at me, I'm completely ready for you. I duck down, not quite the drop I was planning, but evade the Clothesline. With you pressed against the ropes, I take advantage pulling myself up behind you, grab your head, and shove it through the ropes, over the middle under the top. Pull back on your chin locking you into position and throw a kick to your back. I have you facing the crowd now, arms spread, your cock sticking straight up for them to see, me getting ready to follow with something...

You are not logged in. You are not logged in. - Locked Up in the Ropes

Tmack:
You duck down and miss my clothesline. You got behind me and grabbed my head and shove it through the ropes, over the middle under the top. You pull back on my chin and lock me in. I am facing the nightclub customers. My cock is sticking straight up. I feel you kicking my back. My arms are now spread and you still have my chin back. I am looking up at you trying to figure a way out of this.

Madison Jones:
Shake my head with a big old smile now, left hand holding your chin back while I raise my right fist. This crowd gets real excited as I bring my right fist knuckles down against your sternum. Pull back with your on your chin again forcing your hips to stick out towards the customers, your dick looking almost like you are fucking the air, then my fist comes down again. I do 3 times while the crowd cheers for me putting you so well on display.

Tmack:
See that big old smile as you are shaking your head. Your left hand holding my chin back as I see you raising your right fist. My eyes go wide as the crowd gets real excited as you bring your right fist knuckles down against my sternum. OOOOOFFFF I rock forward and down some. You then pull back on my chin again forcing my hips to stick out towards the customers. My ROCK HARD dick is still straight up. I see your fist comes down again on my sternum. My body goes forward and slump down and then you repeat grabbing my ching and raising that right fist up and slamming it down......you did this 3 times. The crowd is cheering you each time. They know that my cock is so awesome on display. My sternum is hurting. I am trying to get my arms free from the ropes.

Madison Jones:
I'm not paying the most attention to your arm now, because as you slump from the next hit, I step up right behind you while you are hanging in the ropes. You can feel my cock pressing against your ass as my hands come up around your neck. "Sure you want this to continue?" I ask, a rare moment of me being cocky despite my recent losses. I grind my cock against your ass while my face nuzzles the side of your head... right hand coming down and taking a hold of your cock.

Tmack:
I am slumping with my knees bent and my arms still in the ropes. You are right behind me cause I can feel your ROCK HARD cock pressing against my ass. I feel your hands coming up around my neck. I hear your comment about wanting to continue. I can hear the cockness in your voice. I feel you grinding your cock against my ass while your face muzzles the side of my head. Right hand coming down to take a hold of my cock. I bring my ass forward and then slam it right into your cock. I got lucky and my right hand is loose and I grab your head and I jump off the apron and your head goes slamming on to the top rope.

Madison Jones:
Hand coiled around your cock, you feel my thumb press against your cockhead, getting ready to start stroking you. The sudden move of your hips back against my cock has a couple of unforeseen consequences, the first one being that my hand over your shaft slides over it as you pull your shaft back through my finger, a nice long stroke to go with the precum you were leaking earlier. The second consequence is that your ass slides back, my rock hard cock slides into your ass, pressing against your hole... but not penetrating. The act makes me jump alright, but it's not the low blow you might have been hoping for. Dropping down you bring my face against top rope, me reeling back still on my feet, a few steps away from the apron out of your immediate reach, both hands coming up to check my face as I am dazed.

Tmack:
I land on my feet and was rubbing my sternum. Your face goes against the top rope and you go reeling back but you stay on your feet. I feel some ladies slapping my ass as I jump back up on the apron. I leap up on the top rope and leap at your feet straight out for a DROP KICK as both hands are up checking your face.

Madison Jones:
Drop kick connects solidly with me checking my face, impact causes me to grunt heavily as your 181 lbs frame slams into my chest knocking me down onto my back, my backside skidding a bit across the canvas with an echoing thunder. Lay there shaking my head, my cock sticking straight up fully erect to the pleasure of the crowd. I groan as you start to recover, no double landing on your side like any trained wrestler knows how to do with a dropkick. I manage to roll myself on my side face up next to the ropes, hand grabbing the second rope to start pulling myself up with.

Tmack:
I get back up with sweat on my chest. My drop kick knocks you down and I see you skidding a bit across the canvas. The fans got to hear the echoing thunder inside. I see ROCK HARD cock sticking straight up fully erect. The crowd is loving it. I hear you groan which makes my ROCK HARD cock bigger. You manage to roll yourself over on your side face up next to the ropes. I see your hand grabbing the second rope to start pulling yourself up. I came over and begin STOMPING on your chest. Grab your hair and bring you to your feet as I place your head under my armpit. Place a hand on your waist and I lift you up in a STALLING SUPLEX. Showing off your ass and ROCK HARD cock to the fans.

Madison Jones:
A few stomps to my chest cause my body to jitter from the impact. You grab my hair and pull me up, but you don't get that for free. I'm not helpless and not a damn ragdoll you can just do stuff to without me reacting. You pull me up and I throw my a fist into your gut hoping to slow you down. Next thing I know you pull me up into a stalling suplex, hold me there, my whole sweaty body on display for this crowd under these lights. Fuck... I got to do something. I go to swing both legs down, bending my hips forward, trying to disrupt the move and get free, knowing that if I fail, I'm going to make the impact much worse for me. If I succeed though, I should come down safely behind your back, ready to make you eat something nasty in a moment.

Tmack:
Feeling your fist into my gut. OOOOFFFF. I get you up into a stalling suplex. Holding your sweaty body and my body is sweaty. The crowd is loving it. Seeing their phones out taking pictures of your sweaty body on display and my sweaty body. Both cocks are ROCK HARD. I know I have to react quickly. I feel you swinging your legs down trying to disrupt my move. I have to get this move off. I lean backwards to send you to the mat with a Suplex.

Madison Jones:
My gamble fails, you execute the Suplex while I try to disrupt it, and in doing so I land awkwardly on my back letting out a loud grunt, even a cry. Back arches as my left hand comes to the impact stop, eyes look up at you with some concern, the Ref stepping up to see if I'm okay. Assuming you give me a moment to breathe, I take about 10 seconds feeling my back and spine for damage, and pull myself back up to standing.

Tmack:
You land awkwardly on your back. You let out a loud grunt. You arch your back and your left hand comes to the impact stop. I see your eyes looking up at me and I can see the concern. The ref stepping in to see if you are ok. I step around and make sure when you get to your feet I am behind you. You feel your back and spine. You pull yourself back up to your feet. I wrap my arms around your waist and crouch down and come back up lifting you up into a GERMAN SUPLEX and sending you over me.

Madison Jones:
As I'm getting up you come around behind me, immediately secure your hands around my waist. Basically every wrestler knows what you are setting up for, and yes, I feel your rock hard cock against my ass. I don't plan to let you do this, as you go to lift me, I throw back my right elbow with everything I got trying to hit you in the head to disrupt the move... or else I'm taking a serious hit to my back.

Tmack:
I go to lift you up and you throw your right elbow back at my head. My head snapped back from that elbow but I held on tight to your waist. Shaking my head. I go ahead and lift you up and nail the GERMAN SUPLEX.

Madison Jones:
Back slams behind you, another long groan as my body crumples from impact, left shoulder blade in particular feeling the impact most. There is some cheer from the crowd for you, but some looks of concern too as I lay there. A moment later, I start to pick myself up... getting to my hands and knees.

Tmack:
Your back slams into the mat. I slowly make it to my feet. I hear you groaning as your body crumples. The crowd is cheering me on and there are some looks of concern as you lay there. I see you start picking yourself up. Making it to your hands and knees. I smile as my ROCK HARD cock leaks some pre cum. I step over your back. I place my arms under your chin and I drop my bare ass on your back making you fall to the mat. I grab your arms and place them over my knees. I pull your chin back. Locking in the Camel clutch.

Madison Jones:
As soon as you start to come up over to my back, it becomes obvious what you are aiming to do. I crawl forward getting as much distance as I can while you mount me, push my back down, your hard cock against my back. Right hand is reaching forward for the with it only inches away as you WRENCH my left arm up over your knee, me crying out as you work that hurt shoulder. You then pull my right arm up over your knee, the crowd already starting to chant for me to give up. ...I hate it. I can't take another loss like this, not after how poorly I did on the tour... When your hands come forward to grab my chin, I quickly swing my head back as HARD as I can hitting you in the chin or neck. Desperation and Adrenaline pumping, I then RIP my right arm forward off your knee, STRETCH, and get my fingers on the rope... my left shoulder on fire. Ref orders you to release while I hope you have the decency to release and not torture me while as the Ref gets ready to start his count.

Tmack:
You quickly swing your head back and hit my chin. I’m shaking my head. I scream. "FUCK" You right arm is off my knee and you stretch and get your fingers on the rope. Your left arm is still on my knee and the ref orders me to release. I sit on your back some. I stand up and start STOMPING on that left shoulder. "Payback for you keeping me in the ropes" Stomp a couple of more times on that left shoulder and then move back as the ref gets to 4 on his count. I am watching what you do next.

Madison Jones:
With each stomp, I let out a grunt, not cry, trying to rob you of the satisfaction of it. That fourth one though, I let out cry... a loud sharp one... I'm playing it up though I feel like a dislocation is genuinely not far off. You finally back off under threat of disqualification from the Ref, him making sure there are a few steps between us so I can actually recover this time. I pull myself up to standing and turn towards with my chest heavy, these lights reflect well over my body as it drips sweat. Hands up, I step towards... and stumble... and fall face first right against your thigh.

You are not logged in. - Face to Thigh

Your hard leaky cock pressed against my face, I look up to you, probably a look of surprise on your face. I rub my beard against your cock... and then I take it into my mouth and start to suck on it. This sudden act of submissiveness... it's a ploy to get you off guard for my newest move. Let's see how you react.

Tmack:
My body is sweaty and you pull yourself up and turn towards me. I see the sweat dripping off your body. Your hands go up and I put my hands up. You step towards me and then you stumble. I smile as you stumble. You fall face first right against my thigh. Your face is against my ROCK HARD cock. Leaking pre cum on your face. You look up at me and I am smiling. You rub your beard against my cock. I let out a groan and then you place my ROCK HARD cock into your mouth and begin sucking on it. HMMMMMM....." You give one hell of a blow job" as I start to relax. Enjoying seeing you on your knees, sucking my ROCK HARD cock in front of this New Orleans nightclub fans.

Madison Jones:
I almost get lost in the motion, and for note, it really is one hell of a blow job. Hands come up behind your thighs as I bob on your cock, several people in the crowd whistling and thinking this is over, that we will just degrade into sex. You feel my arm tighten faster than you can react as I suddenly LIFT your 181 lbs frame UP, turn, and SLAM your back down into the canvas with my mouth still on your cock.

I execute my latest move... The Blow Job Spinebuster.

Tmack:
You bob on my cock and I hear several people in the crowd whistling. I feel your hand come up behind my thighs. I feel your arm tighten but I could not react fast enough when you lift me up and turn me and SLAM my back down onto the canvas hard and your mouth is still on my cock. OOOOOOfffff. I arch up and grab my back and scream in pain, but you are still sucking on my cock. Could I be screaming in pain or pleasure? Rubbing my back as my back is back on the canvas.

Madison Jones:
It's now that I transition for the kill. Mouth comes off your cock with all the speed I can muster, reach and grab your right arm. I slide my legs around them, pull them tight to my chest between my thighs securing a Cross Armbar. I've been noticing how your violent acts make your cock jump, harden, and run. Based on what I just tasted, I think you are close to shooting that load of yours. You arm secure with my left, my right hand comes down and grabs your cock, it is plenty slick from my saliva. I start to stroke it as I have you locked in my signature Milking Armbar.

It is however at this point I realize I've made a critical error. My left shoulder is on fire, and as you struggle it becomes very clear I can't hold this. Fuck...

Tmack:
Your mouth comes off of my cock and I feel you reaching and grabbing my right arm as you slide your legs around it. You pull them tight to your chest between your thighs. I am locked into a Cross Armbar. I am trying to pull out of it but you have it tight. I feel your right hand come down and grab my cock which is sticking straight up. You start to stroke it as I am locked in your Milking Armbar...your signature. I notice you have my arm secure with your left. Knowing that I have been working on your left shoulder, I start trying to yank my arm back towards me hoping that it will put more pressure on that left shoulder. Your stroking feels soooo good......but I continue to yank my hand back towards me..Yt

Madison Jones:
You pull at your arm over and over, each time you hear the grunt from me, the pain of trying to hold. With one more pull, your arm comes loose. My right hand on your cock still, you feel my fingers start to sink into your balls, the desperation hitting me full force, every temptation to squeeze them and use that to get a win. ...it's not me.

You haven't fought dirty this whole match, ...well outside of some stomps. I can't bring myself to win by those tactics. I do the only thing I think I can to secure the win. Fingers coil around your cock again and I start jerking it, long strokes, thumb on your cockhead head swiveling in a circle. I try to make you cum hoping to rob you of the last of your strength.

Tmack:
I get my arm free. Your right hand is still on my cock and I feel your fingers start to sink into my balls. Then I feel your fingers coil around my cock again. and you start jerking it with long strokes. Your thumb on my cockhead in a swiveling circle. I have to figure a way out of this. I move your legs off me and I go to stand up. I have both of your legs in my arms. I go to try and pick you straight up. Your back is still facing the mat. You will be bent. Trying to slam you back first onto the mat.

Madison Jones:
It might be a combination of panic on your end, and the fact that you are about to cum, but you get to standing with my legs. I wince preemptively thinking you are going to Sling Shot me or maybe flip me into a crab. Instead you try and lift my whole body up by just my legs, my spine easily leaving my back on the canvas. I spread my arms wide, GROWL as my left shoulder aches from the motion. I twist my body to the left lightly, then quickly to the right using all the strength I can muster, TOSSing you away from me, my legs coming free.

I'm not done yet. Sweat dripping, chest heaving, I bring my knees to my chest and Kip-UP again digging deep into my endurance as my core muscles burn with lactic acid. I get to standing, the light on my muscles showing a man at the end of his rope. Hands come up defensive, right arm forward guarding the left. I start to inch towards, cautiously to stay out of your reach until you burn the energy to get up yourself.

Tmack:
Getting thrown away from you. You make it to your feet. Sweat is dripping from my body as I see you inching your way towards me. I slowly make it to my feet. You are cautious to stay out of my reach. I came forward as I see your hands are up again. Your right arm is forward guarding the left. Seeing that you are protecting that left shoulder. I start to come towards you. I act like I was going to send a punch to your gut when I pull back and send a kick to your right knee.

Madison Jones:
You go to throw your punch at my gut, right hand shooting forward to grab your wrist and punish the move. You pull back quickly though with your feint, kick hitting your right knee. I slump forward, head right in front of your cock. Don't think you will fall for that again... Both arms come around your knees and PULL trying to drop you to your back in front of me.

Tmack:
You slump forward and your head right in front of my cock. "NOT this time!" I shout. Your arms come around my knees. I send a HARD ELBOW Drop right to your left shoulder as you try to drop me to my back.

Madison Jones:
Elbow slams down hard on my left shoulder and I holler out in pain. "Fuck, STOP!" I yell as I get more and more concerned about an injury. Arms still around your legs I pull back dropping your back to the canvas, arms starting to secure your leg in some sort of leg lock. My progress is clearly hindered, but it seems like my last good chance to win.

Tmack:
Hearing you yelling out STOP makes my cock tent more. Your arms still around my legs as you pull back, making me drop to the canvas on my back. Your arm starts to secure your leg. I pull my legs from your arms and I grab your left arm and begin pulling it down. Stretching that arm. Knowing that left shoulder is hurting you.

Madison Jones:
Pulling my left arm from my grapple attempt, you pull it up towards your core. I'm not sure how you are planning on securing this, but I do know I can't take much more. My left hand takes hold of your cock, the gentle stroking I've been doing, but a clear threat behind it of crushing you balls. You see that look in my eyes, a mix of fear and desperation. "Fuck Off The Arm." I say through gritted teeth, how I react is up to you now.

Tmack:
I have your left arm towards my core. your left hand takes a hold of my cock. I smile as I see the look of fear, the look of desperation in your eyes. I hear you telling me to Fuck off the arm. I place both of my black boots up under the left armpit. Pulling on that left arm. Pushing my boot into that left shoulder. "How’s that left shoulder feeling Madison?"

Madison Jones:
Pulling on the arm, I let out a holler of pain. It's loud, louder than the crowd watching. I start tapping the canvas, right arm basically flailing, legs kicking, like an animal caught in a trap. The Ref calls it and the bell rings. I fully intend on crushing your balls with no remorse if you don't release right away.

Tmack:
You let out a holler and it is loud. Could not hear the crowd cheering. You start tapping the canvas. Your legs kicking. The ref calls for the bell. I release your left arm and move my boots away from you and stand up. The ref raises my hand.

Announcer:
“The winner by submission....Tmack.”

Tmack:
I then lean over and roll you over to your stomach. The crowd knows what is coming next. I sit on your legs and my 8 incher is ROCK HARD! I slap your butt cheeks a couple of times and thrust my leaking cock inside of you . Brushing up against your prostate.

Madison Jones:
When you release the submission hold, I immediately turn over on my side away from you, right arm coming up to the hurt shoulder. I'm in enough pain that my boner isn't fully hard anymore, gritting my teeth, actively checking for injury. The ref holds up your hand and declares you the winner, then without even checking to see if I'm okay, you just roll me over and mount me. My face scrunches up as I prepare for a hard fucking, all the signs being clear that you get off on suffering and violence. You slap my checks a couple times, then thrust inside of me, me letting out a grunt of pain from the sudden insertion. It's clear I am not enjoying this...

Tmack:
You let out a grunt. I am smiling. I reach under you with my right hand and grab your cock. I started to stroke it slowly. Leaking pre cum inside of you. The fans are cheering us on.

Madison Jones:
Your large member lodged up inside of me, you reach under and take hold of my cock. Like I said, it isn't very hard due to the pain I am in, though as I am sure you are aware, with enough stimulation you can force any man to become hard. Eyes are still clenched, right arm on my left shoulder.

Tmack:
I pull my cock out some and thrust it back inside of you. Teasing you with it. I'm still stroking your cock. Seeing your right arm on your left shoulder. Take my left arm as I try to lean in some and rub your left shoulder.

Madison Jones:
You pull out of me and thrust back in like a knife. The force thrust my weight forward on my bad shoulder. You keep stroking my cock, it becomes more hard almost fully at this point. I feel your left hand come to my shoulder, there is a shutter. "Don't... don't break it...." You hear me say. You start rubbing it and I'm not sure how to react to that yet.

Tmack:
Feeling your cock becoming harder I begin stroking it faster. My cock inside of you leaking pre cum. Knowing it will lose its load here shortly. I hear you say don't break it. I have no intention to break your shoulder as I continue to rub it, Moving my arm in a circle motion. The crowd is still getting excited!

Madison Jones:
Your lack of words is concerning. In our match so many months ago, you were much different. I can only guess what must have happened in all that time, but as you fuck me here I'm not sure what to make of your actions. You get a moan out of me, a combination of the fucking and the stroking of my cock. Shoulder is still bad, but rubbing it seems to be your way of trying to ease that. My body starts to tense up now.

Tmack:
I hear you moaning. I decided to pull my cock out of you. I stop stroking you. I get to my knees. you are laying on your back. I place my leaky cock up towards your lips. I reach with my left hand and begin stroking your cock. "I know how good you did in the match"

Madison Jones:
Without much hesitation, I lean over and take your cock into my mouth. Earlier when I did it in the ring, I wasn't in as much pain, and so the act was more... focused. I seal my lips around your member and bob my head, my tongue pressing it to the roof of my mouth so you can feel the full texture of my tongue sliding over it. You working on my cock is producing precum now, me being close to shooting now.

Tmack:
feeling your lips around my cock and bob your head. I let out a moan. Feeling your tongue sliding over it. I begin stroking your cock faster and feeling some precum. Watching you bob your head as I smile. Your tongue just sliding over my cock. Continue to stroke your cock fast.

Madison Jones:
Breathing deepens on my end as I move closer to an orgasm. I bob faster and faster on your cock, lips tight, tong sliding, going full distance with your slit at the back of my throat. I linger there with each bob, to catch your seed when it starts to flow. My own cock, its foreskin pulled back, cockhead very slippery now... you feel a moan from my mouth reverberate through your cock as I come edge, my balls contracting as they move past the point of no return.

Tmack:
With my right hand I slide it up your chest and to your right nip. I started rubbing your nip. You bob faster and faster on my cock. I moan loudly as your tongue sliding. As I am stroking your cock, I feel your cockhead slippery now. I feel a moan through my cock. "yes...yes" I whisper. I feel your balls contracting as I slide my hand up and down your cock.

Madison Jones:
And with that, you succeed in milking my load from me. My head bobbing slows because of the disruption, but you feel shot after shot coming from my tip catching on your hand, and possibly your body depending on your exact angle. I moan as it happens, 4... 6.... 8.... ropes, a load so thick and full it is like I haven't shot in days. You feel the shutter, my balls still pumping a little, and then I return to sucking your cock, ready for this exchange to end.

Tmack:
I watch as you shoot your load. Cum on my hand and it shot up into the air. Coming back down on the canvas. My cock EXPLODES inside of your mouth. Sending ropes and ropes and ropes into your mouth. You are sucking my cock and I stop stroking your cock. I pull my hand off of your cock. My cock empties its cum into your mouth. I slowly start to pull it out. Once it is out I stand up. I hold out my hand to offer you help.

Madison Jones:
I swallow the load, all of it. It is an impressive feat for the rate in which it came out, and yet I do it. Standing up you offer me a hand up, and with light hesitation, I accept it. The crowd starts to disburse now as I roll my left shoulder in its joint.

Tmack:
The crowd starts to disburse now. I start to walk towards the ropes. I turn back towards you. "Once cleaned up. Want to go and check out New Orleans?"

Madison Jones:
"Yeah, I think I would like that." I nod and move out of the ring with you, ready to clean up.

Published: 2022-05-15, viewed 78 times.