SECW - SouthEast Championship Wrestling

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You are not logged in. - Madison Jones - Age: 29, 5'10", 198 lbs, 8" Uncut Cock

You are not logged in. - Devon Bracey - Age: 29, 6’ 1”, 229 lbs, 9” Uncut Cock

Madison Jones:
With the new season at SECW, I've reached out to Devon Bracey for my second match. He is new around here, and took down one of my friends in a different federation. I'm not looking for revenge or anything, he seems talented, strong, and perhaps a bit mean. Willing to put myself up on the line, we agree to a single fall match, loser gets fucked. I'm sitting around in the back getting dressed when I see Devon, the sounds of the last match finishing up are clear and they are about to call me out. We haven't talked much, but after lacing up my boots, I stand and give a warm smile. "Good luck out there Devon. Looking forward to this, Wrestling is supposed to be fun, right?"

Devon Bracey:
Coming into the locker room, seeing my rival sitting there lacing up his boots... give a warm smile back as this being my first match in the SECW for the season as well. Get placed on the card against Mad Maddy Jones ... pullin on my gear over my 6'1" 229lbs of stud muscled bod ... pullin up my black and gold trunks with a funnel cloud on the front package with TORNADO written on the backside... my black elbow pads... lacing up my black boots with funnels on the sides... flexing in the mirror ... popping my 21" guns... waiting for my music "Final Countdown" to be heard over the arena speakers.

Madison Jones:
"He didn't really even respond to me..." I say quietly as you rush off for your entrance, the sound of pyrotechnics going off. I make note of the song and remember how Brian Danielson, one of my idols, used that in his indy days... Anyhow, the stage hand calls to me letting me know that it's my turn to head out as the announcer starts my introduction.

Announcer:
"Ladies and Gentleman, the following is scheduled for one fall. The first competitor, standing at 6’1” and weighing in at 229 lbs. In his debut match with the SECW! DEVON BRACEY!"

Devon’s Entrance Music

Devon Bracey:
Come running out and slam down a double bicep pose for the crowd ... slammin them down to my sides signals for the pyrotechnics to explode on stage with shots of lightning... I come running to the ring... grab the middle rope... hop onto the ring apron and vault over the top rope...bouncing back and forth on my toes..

Announcer:
"And his competitor. Coming out first from San Francisco California, standing at 5' 10" and weighing in at 198 lbs. He is the rising star of the SECW, Madison Jones!"

Madison’s Entrance Music

My music comes over the speakers, an English Cover of Alumina. Coming out to the cheers of the crowd due to my popularity and status in the Southeast Championship Wrestling Federation, I wave to them walking my way down to the ring. The amber lights of my entrance reflect off my damp skin as I walk, my muscles on full display for the pictures and footage being taken. I slide in under the bottom rope, climb a turnbuckle, and hold up both arms for even more pictures before hoping down as my music fades. I'm looking you in the eyes Devon, the nice guy look you saw from the back starting to fade, and something more serious starting to brew behind them.

Ref calls us center of the ring going over the rules and usual stuff about a nice clean match. While he does I offer my hand for a shake... I'm on the lookout for a sucker punch though.

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Devon Bracey:
You make your entrance to the ring ... reflecting your tight muscles.... as the pictures are snapped and your music blares in the background ... watching your hot bod enter the ring...my growing cock begins to fill my trunks... twirl around in my corner... flexxing and jumping up on the ropes to pose for the crowd and their picture snapping... I jump off the rope and come to the center of the squared circle..as the ref gives us our instructions, something about some clean fight... glaring at you eye to eye and nose to nose... as ya offer your hand for a shake... I grab ahold of your hand in good sportsmanship manner...but I squeeze your hand tight and pull you into me as I slam a knee into your gut...

Madison Jones:
Looking you in the eyes you get real close to me, a real sense of aggression from you. I have a feeling this isn't going to be one of those "fun" fights I was hoping for. I was right to be on guard with you going for a cheap shoot as I expected. I clench up, wincing, my left arm coming around your knee holding to my gut. "Not nice fucker." Pull my right hand from the handshake falling back, and then I dragon screw you behind me starting to work on that knee. I will not be bullied.

Devon Bracey:
OH FUCK! you grab me and quickly toss my body by pulling on my leg in some damn dragon screw... twisting my leg... I roll to the ropes... holding on to them... I pull myself up ... massaging my leg... stretching it out....the ref keeping you at bay as I do... having tested your speed and ability... begin circling you in the center of the ring... arms up for a collar and elbow hook up...

Madison Jones:
I'm already in top gear when you go flying, the bell not having officially rang yet. Bring my knees to my chest and Kip-Up, turning your way shaking my head to the side with the look of a predator brewing.

Ref holds me back like you say, bell ringing shortly after. We circle, lock up, and for a moment we feel the joy of two muscle men pressing against each other the way only wrestlers can truly enjoy. You are taller than me, and heavier, this is a poor situation for me as you can out muscle me. So I fall backwards pulling you towards me, boot hitting your gut as I try to Monkey Flip you over my shoulder towards a ring post.

Devon Bracey:
circling you... tying up in this muscle battle with this muscle stud... pressing into ya... moving you back and forth around the ring... feeling each other's muscles... I press my pecs against yours... trying to out maneuver you... you start to fall backwards but I resist..your boot hits my gut... ya go for a monkey flip .... I come flying over your shoulders but as I do I catch the top ropes...spinning around I slam a boot into your head..sending you through the ropes to the floor...

Madison Jones:
The monkey flips succeed, me on my back now listening for how you take it. I don't hear the impact I'm expecting, which indicates you caught yourself or rolled out of it, likely the first given how you were resisting and your large frame. I'm foolish, instead of doing another kip-up, I rise up slower than I should, turning your way to be caught off guard. Your kick comes up at my head, arms coming up to absorb the blow, but the force is enough to throw through the ropes. Topping to the thinly padded mats outside the ring, I use the barricade to start rising up. This guy is not playing nice at all... I play out my pain, acting like I took a nasty fall, which isn't far from the truth. If you come my way, I snap out of my bluff aiming to grab your head by surprise, and slam it into the barricade. Meanwhile, Ref counts with me outside the ring. 1... 2...

Devon Bracey:
Seeing you laying there ... trying to pull yourself up the barricade rails... you appear to be in pain or you are faking it I question in my mind... so I stand my ground as the ref counts you...3...4... bouncing back and forth in center ring... slamming down another pose for the crowd's applause... quickly becoming a crowd favorite I sense here in the SECW... await you in the center of the ring... watching your every move...

Madison Jones:
You don't come at me to follow up, a sign that either you actually care about the rules, or that you saw through my bluff... leaning towards the second. Regardless, I rise up and slap one of the fans on the other side of the barricade on the shoulder who seemed concerned. I flash that warm smile at them, then get serious again, turning your way and sliding back into the ring while you are showboating. Getting to my feet, I come in towards you, hands up defensive. When I get in range, I reach for your right arm, and try to fling you towards a corner with a Irish Whip.

Devon Bracey:
You come up with your mitts in the air... so I quickly turn defensive as I raise my fists to fend off what you might like to bring... you grab my right arm... as you try to fling me to a corner with an Irish whip... I reverse the hold on you grabbing your arm and fling you towards the opposite corner in my Irish whip... I charge after ya...leaping in the air to body splash you in the corner..

Madison Jones:
Reversing my Irish Whip, you send me to the corner behind you, me twisting and letting my back hit the buck with a shaking of the post and a grunt of pain. With my impact there, I again play up the pain getting ready for a counter, though you are landing some good hits... As you rush forward, I spread my arms gripping the top ropes, clench up my core, and bring my legs up getting reach to kick you out of your charge. ...this plays out more devastating than I expected, as usually a person comes in for Spear. When you leap up, me already committed to the action, both boots slam into your chest reversing all that momentum you just generated with a heavy blow, the force of the collision causing me to again buckle in the corner. I start to come out of the corner a moment later, some sweat showing on my body for sure.

Devon Bracey:
UUUUUUGGGGHHHH...leaping in the air to slam my body across you... you managed to get your boots into the air... slamming into my chest as I come down on you... fall away from you with my big red boot marks on my chest... rubbing my pecs... backing away from for a moment to catch my breath as you rise out of the corner... I charge and slam a savate kick to your chest... before backing away to the center of the ring...

Madison Jones:
You rise up with that pretty red mark on your chest. I'm feeling some hits, but overall am not that hurt and have plenty of energy, and more important, capable of defending myself. You charge in aiming to hit me with a savate kick, but I don't stand there like a dummy. Thinking you can just do whatever to me rarely goes well for my opponents, because the simple fact is that I am not helpless, not even fatigued let alone exhausted. You throw your kick, I duck under it, the same leg I Dragon Screwed at the start. Grabbing your ankle, I jump and pull you to the canvas here middle of the, and lock on a Achilles Tendon Lock to further compound the damage to that joint.

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Devon Bracey:
You move so quickly out of the way... as quick and sly as a fox.. you duck down and grab my left leg the same one you dragon screwed... AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGG... pounding the mat as you clamp on that achilles tendon lock... aaaaaaaggggghhhh... being close to the ropes... I try to slide myself closer to the ropes... to grab them... inching... straining to grab the ropes.........aaaaaaaaagggghhhh... mutha fuck... finally grab the ropes... the ref orders you break the hold... aaaaaaggggghhh... beating the mat with my fist...

Madison Jones:
You expend plenty of energy pulling us to the ropes as we were in the center of the ring. With how rough you are being, I am tempted to hold on while the Ref counts... As Brian Danielson used to say, I have till 5 to release. I'm not that mean though, so I abide by the Ref and release, standing up next to you. Eyes focus on that joint some more, and so I grab your leg, and try to slam the knee down into the canvas as hard as I can hoping to score the third strong blow to your knee.

Devon Bracey:
Whew breathe a slight breath of relief as you follow the ref's order to release... as you stand your wicked eyes focus as if a rattler's going to strike... you grab my leg and AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH... slam my knee down into the mat as hard as you can into the canvas... I slide my other leg out and catch your legs to trip you towards the center of the ring while I roll out of the ring to nurse my leg... keeping an eye on you as I hobble to the barricade massaging my leg...damn fucka... stretching it... the ref begins his count 1... 2.... watching your every move to see what you'll do next... playing up the pain to bait you...

Madison Jones:
You trip me, my defensive nature causing me to roll away from you while you roll out. I see you nursing that leg while I pull myself up to standing. I don't think you are bluffing like I was doing earlier, the thing is, I really am nice and try not to prey on the weak. If you need to take a small break out there, I'm willing to let you, and much like you earlier, I raise my hands up and let the crowd cheer for me. I'm watching you though, expecting you to come back into the ring. If you do, I start moving away towards a corner, and If you charge me, I prepare to counter with something mean.

Devon Bracey:
Faking the knee injury...I limp around the outside of the ring... pacing back and forth... getting strength back in my leg as I climb the ring stairs again... parting the ropes... watching your every move... back in my corner... I start clapping my hands for the crowd as they begin to chant: "RIDE HIM! RIDE HIM! RIDE HIM! COWBOY!" ... motion for you to meet me...start to circle you in the center of the ring... arms up for a collar and elbow tie up...

Madison Jones:
The crowd starts to chant for you to ride me like a horse, and what can I say, the crowd loves to see me lose. That being said, I'm not really hurt in this match yet, though I do have a good layer of sweat showing from tossing you around over and over. I make note of your leg, but as wrestlers, we both know it is our job to up play the pain we are suffering, and you have already shown a tendency for some deception. I'm not buying it. We lock up with the collar and Elbow again...

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You have the size and height advantage, and I'm no dummy. I accepted this with one goal in mind. Us struggling back and forth, you taking some advantage for sure, I lift my leg and slam my boot into your hurt leg as hard as I can. Growl looking you in the eyes, showing you how serious I am about this match.

Devon Bracey:
GGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRR... tied up with ya... pushing you back and forth around the ring... pushing you back ... back.. into the corner... slam a hard knee into your gut..WHAM.... WHAM followed by another...stepping back... grab your blue trunks by your waistband... backing up... lift you up in the air to suplex you to the mat... WHAM ... your back hits the mat hard...

Madison Jones:
Abs clenching as you knee me in the gut twice, a grunt coming each time as you pile on the damage. Even with that hurt knee, you are able to lift me up into the suplex, impressive indeed. Back falls to the canvas center of the ring behind you as I let out a loud grunt, my left hand coming to my back. I start to roll over on my side, eying that knee... "No more nice guy..." I wait for you to approach me, playing up the pain in my back, and when you get in range, I sweep my legs at you one after the other trying to hit that hurt knee and knock you prone.

Devon Bracey:
Seeing the damage I'd done... I cautiously approach as you moan and groan... as I get closer... you try to sweep my legs.. I back away quickly... I jump in the air and slam boot into the top of your head...WHAM... avoiding the sweep of my legs... I grab you by your hair... pulling you up... I lift you in the air and bodyslam you to the mat...

Madison Jones:
Your boot connects with my head as you dodge the sweep even with that hurt knee. I fall to my side and soon feel your hands on my hair pulling me up, a loud growl coming from me as you do. I am not Helpless, I am not a practice dummy, and I react to what people are doing to me. You go for that body slam, and I fight back as you start to lift me into the air. I throw an elbow into the side of your head with my right arm, slam my left fist into your gut as you are going for it, and try to disrupt the move while piling on more damage to you.

Devon Bracey:
UUUGGGGHHHH... drop the body slam as I get your counter maneuvers... and as spit flies from my mouth... still having a hold of your hair... I wrap my arm around it and drive your head into the mat...

Madison Jones:
The body slam foiled, I feel your arm wrapping around my head completely, perfect position to land a DDT as I'm hunched over into your grip. I see your bulge... for a split second think about a low blow... but my better nature calls out to me. I bring up my outer arm over my head on the way down, taking another head hit, to go along with your boot earlier, however not as heavy as a hit as my arm absorbs some of the impact. That saves me from being stunned, and both hands grab your hurt knee, and I again try to add to the damage to it wanting to apply another Achilles Tendon Lock to it the same way I did before... but this time with us in the center of the ring thanks to your position.

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Devon Bracey:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHH... BITCH.. slapping the mat as evidently you have the damnest hard head in the business... after having been DDT to the mat... ya wrap your hands around my hurt knee... AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH... fuck you apply another Achilles Tendon... gritting my teeth... bearing the pain... try to V up as I roll back and forth with our sweaty bodies... hitting the mat... MOTHA FUCK...

Madison Jones:
You might think it is the hardest head in the business, perhaps not seeing how I cushioned the blow with my arm, and for that I understand your frustration. What most people don't realize about fighting a defensive fighter like me, is that while I am good at reversing, countering, and blocking... there is a price, the sweat on my body showing that clearly as my movements are slowing as fatigue creeps in. That being said, I have you in this hold, and you are proving to be far too dangerous to toy with like my usual opponents... as much as I want to strip and milk you... I may need to just focus on that joint so I can score the submission. With the damage done from the hold, I release the hold, Kip-Up to standing burning some more gas in the tank to get up quickly, then try and drop my knee on your bad one hoping to fully debilitate you for the match.

Devon Bracey:
Some relief from being released I am thinking for a moment from that damn Achilles Tendon... rolling away from you to be closer to the ropes... I'm rolling on the mat... you kip up and see that you are slipping... AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHH... FUCK you drop your knee on my knee... grab your leg before you can do it again... start twisting your ankle... twisting that ankle tight...

Madison Jones:
Switching to a ground based grapple is smart since the damage on the knee is compounding. What you overlock though is that your own action caused me to chase you to the rope so I could land that knee drop. You grab my knee, twisting it as I fall face first, loud grunt of pain as you got to start evening things up. I struggle, the crowd having been cheering for me starts to shift your way, but I do the smart thing. I reach for the rope similar to what you did earlier with it only a foot or so away...

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REACH for it...

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Ref orders the release. Let's see what you do.

Devon Bracey:
While maintaining the hold to the ankle.. twisting it... while you reach for the ropes..I slide out of the ring... pulling that ankle with me... I slam it down hard against the edge of the ring apron... WHAM...pulling you further... I slam your knee down hard against the edge of the ring apron...ref starts his count... 1... 2... ref utters something if I do it again to disqualify me... so I let it go ... walk around the opposite side of the ring ... watching your every move..

Madison Jones:
Now you are playing mean... you slam my ankle into the apron and I let out a cry, it clearly impacted by that. You start walking around the ring and I don't want to play with that... not if you are going to ignore the ref's count and risk disqualifications. You are watching my every move, then perhaps you are also watching when I give you a look of disappointment, the sport we both share being disgraced by your actions. I pull myself to the center of the ring nursing my ankle, then I rise up breathing heavily, waiting for you to come back in while breathing heavily.

I'm not an idiot. When you come back in the ring, I am ready to counter you if you charge me while playing up my exhaustion. Meanwhile, the ref continues to count. 3... 4...

Devon Bracey:
5...6... I slide back into the ring...as I glare at you... you breathing hard and heavy I go to my corner watching you labor in your breathing...

Madison Jones:
I'm not gambling on a charge, that's my trick to do to bull headed people, and I'm too cautious. Hands up defensive, I approach you as I get to the corner getting ready to block a kick if you throw one at me, guarding my ankle specifically. As I get up to you, I reach for your shoulders and go to slam my knee into your gut hoping to daze you. If I do, I then grab the ropes alongside your waist, and start to shoulder check you over and over.

Devon Bracey:
As you approach cautiously breathing heavily myself... I glare into your eyes... to try to figure out your strategy... you go to slam your knee into my gut... uuuugggghhhhh... rather dazed I quickly try to raise my hands in the air and slam a double axe handle down into your kidney... but evidently does daze you because you attack my abs with shoulder blocks into my abs trying to break 'em down are you bitch"...

Madison Jones:
It is the dazing from the knee to your gut that allows me to get in position for the shoulder checking, and so I do indeed knock one into your gut as you raise your hands with the axe handle. It cracks down on my back, adding another hit there, and does not get ignored as I drop crouching, almost falling to my knees. You yell at me, insult me for trying to break down your bricks... acceptable as we are in the match trying to dominate each other, but I'm groaning from both fatigue and pain. Arms wrap around your back with you in the corner, I grunt as I dig deeper into my pool of stamina and now try to lift you up, spin 180 degrees, and Spinebuster you.

Devon Bracey:
Seeing that this battle is wearing us both down... with pain and stamina waning... raising my hands to slam them again into your back... as you drop lower... you wrap your arms around my back.... lightly holding on to the ropes... breathing hard and heavy... AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH... you lift me up and pivot around... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BITCHIN MOTHA FUCKA.. as my back hits the mat as you spinebusted my ass into the mat ... AAAGGGHHH... arching my back in pain...

Madison Jones:
I'm on my knees from the impact, you laying there arching your back. I eye your bulge... I want to strip you... want to milk you.... but you are too dangerous. Sensing victory at hand, I push up to standing grabbing your ankles and shift us so you are no longer pointed at the buckle, me flipping you over on your front. I then step on the back of your knees, twisting your ankles to lock with my legs. Reaching forward I start trying to grab your arms to wrench them back. I attempt to lock you down into the setup for my finisher, the Romero Special.

Devon Bracey:
AAAAAAAGGGGHHH the pain... my speeds well tented as you flip me over using my ankles... try kicking out... you flip me over to my gut and then stepping inside my knees ... AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH... you reach down to grab my arms... pulling them back... NO NO NO... struggling to free myself from your grasp...

Madison Jones:
It is clear you are aware of what I am doing... realize this would finish you, your arms getting free from my grip trying to get loose. "Stubborn Devon, FUCKING STUBBORN." I continue to imitate one of my heroes now, Bryan Danielson and Jump up with our legs still locked up, and come crashing down on them with my full 193 lbs on the back of both knees... performing the Romero Knee Stomp.

Devon Bracey:
My struggling paid off. I'm thinking that you're gonna break the hold... but DAMN MOTHA BITCHIN ASS.. you hold my legs ... jump in the air and slam my knees into the mat. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH... trying to bounce away from you as I try crawling bouncing to my corner.... AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH MOTHA AAAAAASSSSSS.... OH THE BITCHIN' PAIN...

Madison Jones:
I stalk after you like a predator now, blood in the water. Grab your bad leg, and PULL you out of the corner. Spin me around your bad knee setting up for a Figure Four Leglock. The crowd cheers as I set it up, the Ref getting into position to ask if you give up. Unless you stop me, I fall back and lock in the move aiming to finish you off.

Devon Bracey:
you grab my bad leg... and pulling me to the center... place my free foot on your shoulder and push ... trying to free myself... aiming it back... slam it into you with a kick to your shoulder... you trying to slap me into your Figure 4... grrrrrrrrrr... as you fall back... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH... your boot pressed against my crotch with my legs entangled in your hold...NO....NOOOOO... gritting the pain... the ref's asking me if I want to give... NO...

Madison Jones:
You crying out in pain as I have it locked in, I stare you in the eyes, for a brief moment you see compassion... that soft boy shining through who has no place in the ring, my boot rubbing your bulge almost gently to help harden you up... then the eyes change back to the predator as I WRENCH your bad knee as hard as I can, threatening to pop the joint in the process. "GIVE THE FUCK UP DEVON!!" It is rare to see me so aggressive, to risk an injury, but the ever bloodthirsty crowd cheers for it.

Devon Bracey:
AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH... as you stare in my eyes... I glare back at you with envy, hatred, lust, you rubbing my 9er making it fuckin' hard... eyes roll back a moment in my head with ecstasy... but then refocus... adrenaline starts pumping... AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHH you wrench me knee again.. pounding the mat in pain... I try forcing us over to reverse the hold... but pressing as I can I've been worn to a pulp... OKAY... OKAY.. OKAY... I GIVE... I GIVE...OOOOOOOHHHH THE PAIN... better to save my knee for a rematch than lose it from injury....

Madison Jones:
"Oh thank god." I release as the ref calls it.

Lay there with my arms spread, chest rising from a mix of exertion, pain, and stress out of concern I would have to break you. Left hand comes down to feel my own hard cock in my trunks, as we both know what is coming after this, the Announcer making the formal declaration of my win. I get on my hands and knees, crawl over, and start checking your leg however you might have it, "Is it... okay?" Genuine concern showing in my eyes.

Devon Bracey:
"MOTHA FUCK!" "HELL IF YOU CARE, YOU WOULD HAVE BROKEN IT OFF IF I HADN'T GIVEN".. "I DEMAND A REMATCH BITCH'... thinking maybe a good rivalry has started I do hear some concern in your eyes... AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHH... the pain... the ref comes over and ref raises your hand in the air!

Announcer: “The winner by submission. Madison Jones!”

Madison Jones:
I shake my head as you yell in my face. Especially with the figure four, I would have hated to break a person's leg with what happened with John... but that doesn't matter now. The expectations of the crowd are clear as the Ref holds up my hand, I look down to you, I let that compassion wash away. Dad was right, some people need to be pushed to the breaking point before they give. "Alright Devon, you get a rematch later. But for now, it's time to fuck you." I reach down and grab your Gold Trunks with Tornado written on the back, and I pull those fuckers off your body exposing your rock hard 9 incher to the crowd. I then drop my own blue trunks, the crowd cheering as we enter the Spoils.

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Devon Bracey:
My rod flops bounces as you slip off my trunks ... it stands straight up... hard as fuckin' rock...

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Looking up at that 8er as it pops out of your trunks... oh mercy... damn... what a monster I think...

Madison Jones:
Likewise I'm looking at yours, I coy smile crossing my face. Adrenaline is still pumping for both of us, I'm breathing heavily still. Down next to you I reach to touch your sweaty chest. "This... is supposed to be fun Devon. You're hot too. Let me enjoy you, no need to make this unpleasant... Do you have a preference?" It's clear that I want sex, and yet I am clearly concerned about what you want out of this too. I await a response.

Devon Bracey:
Staring up at you as you wanna make this fun for me as well... kind of strange words from one who nearly broke my knee... as I reach up and take a finger down your pec valley... reach up and tweak your nip... "Whatever makes you feel it the best.'' I wink at ya... being bared assed naked as the crowd gawks on...

Madison Jones:
I give a nod at your response, I decide to spare you the pain of your knee and keep you on your back coming around to your legs. "I want to see your eyes while I do it." I then pull back my foreskin so the camera can see the action, then carefully lift your hurt leg first over my shoulder followed by the other one spreading your cheeks in the process. I look down to your rod of steel, it is impressive, and uncut... so I reach down and take hold of it sliding your own skin back with my left hand. "Flex for me Devon, I want to admire you." My wet cockhead pressed against your hole, I get ready to press in.

Devon Bracey:
Hands and arms flat on the ground as you raise my legs in the air over your shoulders... bracing myself for the entry of that rod of yours... you command me to flex... so I move my arms up as I slam down a double bicep pose... breathing hard and heavy... as you start working my rod...

Madison Jones:
"Oh fuck..." I see your body spread before me, and then I push in slowly, inch after inch. It's tight, proof that you don't lose much at all. I slide in 6... 7... inches and pause, then realize I don't need to spare a tough guy like you the last one... and so I push in the final inch almost like a perfect fit. I start to stroke now while I start to thrust, sliding back but never out... I'm not one of those guys who punish with sex. I slide my hand up on your cock as I pull back your foreskin, then stroke down as I thrust in, each thrust aimed into your prostate, and so I build a rhythm as the crowd begins to cheer the action. I start to get lost into the action while I stroke you.

Devon Bracey:
Bracing myself with my arms flat beside my head... ooooooooohhhhh body shaking as you drive that in inch by inch... oooooooooohhhhh you hand jive my cock... ooooohhhhh... feelin' prostate being jabbed... body starts shaking in rhythm with your jabbin and jackin oooooooooooohhhhhhhh... body is just so fuckin' hot and on fire...

Madison Jones:
I stroke you with my left hand while thrusting, my right sliding up to your left pec where I start to feel your heartbeat, one that is no doubt strong and fierce for an athlete like you. I'm looking you in the eyes while doing it, and speed up the speed of stroking your cock, thumb on your cockhead catching whatever precum and wetness is there as I move it in a circle. "Oh fuck..." I say with the thrusting, me so fucking turned on from the hormones flooding my body with such a prime example of masculinity under me. I focus first on trying to make you cum before I speed up the thrusting.

Devon Bracey:
Looking you in the eyes.. as you continue to plunge your rod of steel into my hole all the way up to the prostate... ooooooohhhhhh... strokin' my divining rod... head tilts back and eyes drop into the back of my head as my body shakes.... and shudders... squeezing my glutes together around your cock... as you keep trying to plunge... ooooooohhhhhh... mercy...

Madison Jones:
"Oh fuck... You're gonna make me..." I say as you tense up your glutes... Hand leaves your cock while I lean up over your now and start to focus with me getting close to my orgasm. You can see it in my eyes, so much joy... Hands come to your shoulders and pull you out of the flex as I start feeling you more, I thrust more and more into your tight canal while I come to the edge.

Devon Bracey:
Oooooooooohhhhhhhh... mmmmmmmyyyyyyyy... you plunge my hole faster and faster... as you place your hands on my shoulders... I rub my hands up and down your sides and towards you arse... seeing it in your eyes your intensity as you are about ready to blow your motha load up my hole... body shaking as you jab my state... over and over ... oooooooooohhhhhh... keeping that rockin' cock in my ass cavity... ooooooooohhhhhhh...

Madison Jones:
With a little more thrusting, me lowering your bad knee to the canvas, and one final thrust it happens... I cum.

Shot after shot comes out, a thick load indeed, as though I have not shot in days. 3... 4... 5... Moaning... 6.... Some thrusting... 7.... Oh fuck... Devon... 8....... Clenching... 9.... total ropes. I look you in the eyes the whole time, all aggression gone from me, a wave of pleasure taking me. I stay like this for a moment, my hand coming to your cock again getting ready to finish this.

Devon Bracey:
Ooooooooooohhhhhhhh... feeling that man cream fill my hole.. load after load after load seeing it so fill your body with pure pleasure and delight... as I stare into your eyes... my body shaking and shuddering as you having emptied yourself into my hole... ya grab my rod and working it feverishly... oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh...

Madison Jones:
I shift now around, lowering your leg off my shoulder and pulling out of you, some cum dripping out of you onto the canvas. I lay alongside you and start to apply a hold... not a painful one, but one clearly designed to restrain. Your right arm under my ribs, I pull your left behind your head, both legs wrapping around your right thigh. Hand holding your cock and looking in your eyes I put you in the milking hold I call, the Maddy Touch.

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I then start to stroke you again ready to give you the pleasure of release.

Devon Bracey:
Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyy... cum leaking out of me while you apply this hold... you call the Maddy Touch... laying alongside me with your hot stud body... as you apply this restraining hold... my right leg held tight... as you hand jive my divining rod... oooooooohhhhhhhh... as you work me... body tensing like never before ... you work my rod... OH MERCIFUL FUCK I'M GONNA BLOW... as body shakes... I explode my ropes of cum up onto my pec valley and over your arm...

Madison Jones:
Stroking you, it doesn't take long, there is a smile on my face when it happens... and so you erupt.

I stroke and stroke until you feel empty, and then start to wipe the substance around on your hot abs almost like I'm painting. Hormones flooding me still, I lean forward and nuzzle your head affectionately. I decide to make you an offer... "If you want me... come to the showers." I say, and then start to rise up. The crowd cheering over the tender fuck. I wait to see if you are interested in my offer or not before leaving.

Devon Bracey:
Ooooooohhhhh shooting rope upon rope on my abs... "you say something about extra curricular activity in the showers..." as you get up to leave... I gingerly roll over to the ropes and pulling myself up... the crowd cheering as I've been fucked... and you walk off... I exit following you to the showers...

Madison Jones:
I am considerate and offer to help you with your bad knee, but give you the freedom to walk on your own if you prefer as I understand we must maintain our strong images. Once we are in the back, I grab a couple of towels and walk into the shower turning on a stall. "I'm happy you are joining me Devon... you are very hot. I step under the hot water and start to lather up, hand offering the body wash your way.

Devon Bracey:
I resist your help while with the crowd... but as soon as we get in the back... I grab a couple of towels as well and as you turn the shower... the water running and streaming down our steamy bodies... I take the body wash... and start soaping myself up... grab some of it and start rubbing down your shoulders and your back... "damn good fuckin' match ... you know I do demand a rematch."....as I slide my hands up and down your sore muscles... massaging them good...

Madison Jones:
"I know you will, I expect it." I’m quick to respond, realizing that this may be the start of something down the line... and with my status as the likely champion in a couple months... it is expected to find people I connect well with for the sake of the show. "Let's talk about that more later..." I say as I reach and feel your body a bit more while you massaging me. I look you in the eyes again, and then lean in to kiss you.

Devon Bracey:
I respond to your man-euvers to kiss me as I grab your face in my hands and start tongue fuckin your mouth... looking deeply into your eyes... pressing my surging rod into your balls as we stand there beneath the cascading of the water upon our studly bodies...

Madison Jones:
I whisper now, "I would like you to take me in a special position... best not to ask why...." I feel your hard muscles, hand coming down to feel your 9 inch cock. "Fuck me... in the Full Nelson... but do it kind." I make my request looking in your eyes, a vulnerability being revealed.

Devon Bracey:
"Really that's how you want me to take your ass with a full nelson... I turn you around... slide my arms up and over yours... as I clamp my hands together and pull you into a full nelson... as the water continues to roll over our hot bodies... sliding my cock up and down your back side... jabbing at your hole... I lift you up in my full nelson and set your ass down on my hard motha rod...

Madison Jones:
I freeze up a little as you do it, close my eyes, and focus on our union. I moan as you enter me. "Oh fuck... you so big..." I feel you enter me and I don't resist the move, I let you thrust in, my own cock already hard, but starting to drip some precum hidden under the water. "Go ahead Devon... fuck me."

Devon Bracey:
OOOOHHHH... sliding it inch by inch... oooooohhh you got an amazing ass... as I turn us toward the wall... put your hands on the wall ... I slide in faster and faster and faster... driving my rod into your mighty bubble ass... ooooooooooohhhhhhh... oooooohhhhhhhh...

Madison Jones:
My cock is pressed against that wall, it's head sliding up and down the tiles as your rod glides through me. My ass is not as tight as yours... but I clench it to make it tighter to give pleasure, my moans starting to get louder and echoing off the walls. I enjoy you inside of me, fucking me like this, the hot water around us truly making this union steamy. My cock is starting to leak more as you hold me.

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Devon Bracey:
Jabbing your prostate ... as I now slowly slide it out of my ass... and then begin again... to beat your ass harder and harder ... pressing hard with my full nelson on ya... banging my cock hard and then slow... hard and then slow in and out of your ass... you keep your glutes clenched as you try to keep my monster in your hole... oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh .............ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh...body shaking as I shoot my load... rope after rope... into your ass... pressing your cock against the shower wall as it slides up and down on the slippery tiles...

Madison Jones:
I start to shoot as well, a few more ropes against the tiles as you press me against the wall some. "Oh fuck... fuck..." There is shudder through my body while you hold me like this, my balls pumping a little more completely empty. After a moment of us like this, my breathing starts to calm. "Thank you... for this."

Devon Bracey:
Thank you for the great match and the great fuck....as breathing starts to calm within me... as just rest there you lightly in my full nelson...my head resting on your shoulder...as I kiss your neck...

Madison Jones:
I start to pull from the move now as you kiss me. "You'll have your rematch... promise one thing though..." I lean my head against yours while you kiss my neck.

Devon Bracey:
"What do you want me to promise? as I kiss your neck...

Madison Jones:
"If you win..." I hesitate, "Don't fuck me like this in the ring...."

Devon Bracey:
"you got it... even tho this was a damn hot way to take your ass... I understand you don't want your fans to know that's how you like it done."...

Madison Jones:
I'm quiet about the reasoning, but I have your promise, and that is enough. I pull from you now seeking release. If you do release me, I turn off the water and take my towel starting to dry off. "Next tour in October, we have our rematch. Sound good?"

Devon Bracey:
*Sliding my rod out of your hole* Yeah you have my promise not to take you like this when I beat your ass in the ring... turning off the water I grab your towel and start drying you off... rubbing it ever so gently up and down your back... and up your crotch... caressing those balls in my hand... as I gently dry them... and turning you around... drying those ceps... and shoulders... and down that pec valley and gently holding that cock in my hands... as I lean forward and give you one last tongue fuckin' hot kiss...

Madison Jones:
I kiss back, hold it for a minute... then pull away. "I'll see you in the locker room hot stuff. ...Sorry about the knee." With that, I leave the shower ready to get dressed.

Published: 2022-08-06, viewed 92 times.