SECW - SouthEast Championship Wrestling

— The Vineyard of Parkersburg — — Madison vs. Henrik —

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

You are not logged in. - Henrik - Age: 28, 5’11”, 183 lbs, 4” Cut Cock

— SECW: Country Roads Tour —

— Parkersburg, West Virginia —

Madison Jones:
Recently a match caught my attention on Social Media between Henrik and Rob Hunter. I've tangled with Rob before, but his opponent really caught my eye, and so I immediately reached out to him for an invitation to the SECW, and for a match during the current Country Roads Tour. Commissioner Foxy was quickly to schedule a flight for him, and now it's time for the match. This evening's venue is at a Vineyard out in Parkersburg West Virginia during some fancy wine tasting event. They apparently paid good money for an exclusive SECW match here, and when I saw Henrik suggest a Erotic Ironman Match, I jumped right away.

Sitting in the back room they set aside for us, I'm coming out of a shower fresh and naked while you walk in, giving you a friendly waves when I see you. "Hey, happy to see you Henrik!" I smile knowing what this man can do, and that famous 'bubble butt' of his, not that mine isn't as well. I start to slip on my trunks. "We doing boots or barefoot?"

Henrik S:
I step off the plane and breathe in the fresh American air. I had never been to these parts, most of my matches have taken place in the cities. This was like a new world. I wipe my black glasses, they’d just become foggy. A new world of wrestling experiences had been opened up to me since my recent win against Rob Hunter. People that laughed at me, weren’t laughing anymore. I was now a threat and they better not forget it. Dressed in simple jeans and a white T-shirt with my bag of gear I went to the car the SECW had sent for me. I was now on my way to the Vineyard, a type of venue I really wasn’t used to.

I'm soon shown into the locker area and am immediately greeted by my opponent for the night. Fresh from the shower and extremely naked Madison looks every inch an Adonis. Hot bearded, yet boyish face, hairy in all the right places and of course equipped with a huge swinging cock. I couldn’t help but blush. “Hey Man” I reply shaking his hand firmly. Turning to empty my bag of gear “I like the sound of barefoot”. I strip off, lowering my jeans revealing my perfectly smooth white bubble butt to you. Somehow despite having my back turned I know you're watching. I slip on my red trunks and wait for further instructions from staff.

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Madison Jones:
I have to say, that bubble ass is just as good in person as it is on the screen. That being said, I only give it a brief glance as I move to put my boots away. "Barefoot at a Vineyard, I wonder if they still press grapes with their feet..." I let out a light laugh as lotion myself with sunblock. "Want some?" I squirt some in my hands and offer to lotion you up.

Henrik S:
I finish tying up my trunks and turn to face you. “Sure man if you don’t mind, I burn like a peach” I beckon you over a little nervous yet excited

Madison Jones:
I come up to you while you are pulling them up, rub my hands together, and start on your chest first. I start rubbing it all over, slow and deliberate strokes to your body over your nipples, your neck, under the arms. "This is an Ironman Match. 50 rounds, 30 minutes.... It's going to get intense out there." I move to turn you around and start on your back. "I expect we will be naked out there most of the time... so sunblock everywhere..." I start to slide my hands around your hips forward slowly toward your lower abdomen testing how welcomed I am to touch you there.

Henrik S:
You start rubbing sun lotion into my shoulders and neck then onto my big pecs, paying particular attention to my big dark pink nipples. I shudder at your touch, incredibly turned on. My 4 inch cock tents the front of my trunks. You continue to rub sun lotion along my abs and trace the lines of my abdomen getting dangerously close to the waistband of my trunks. I grab your hand suddenly aware of what you're doing. “I guess everything I heard about you American guys are true, now are we going to give this crowd a show or do I have to beat your ass right here in this locker room ?

Madison Jones:
I look a bit hurt from your statement... I'm quiet while you hold my hands. "You're right Henrik, the crowd is waiting. Lotion yourself." I pull my hands free dropping the container and step towards the door letting them know to announce me. I don't look back.

Henrik S:
I watch you leave, immediately aware that I may have upset you. I’m ashamed, “God damn it Henrik” I curse my own stupidity. I start lotioning the rest of my body until I’m shining in the locker room lights. I follow you out to the ring.

Announcer:
"Ladies and Gentleman, we have a special event put on by the South East Championship Wrestling Federation! The following is a Ironman Match, falls by Pin, Submission, and Emission... Loser Gets Fucked! The first competitor, making his way to the ring for 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 Music

Madison Jones:
I make my way out to the ring as the band plays the song Moondance by Nightwish. It's a bright sunny day, so my body shines with the sunblock, the crowd giving a polite golf clap as I make my way down the carpet to the ring they have setup. I slide into the ring and climb a turnbuckle, raise both hands for the crowd to see while they take pictures with their cellphones. Warm smile as I drop down and relax in my corner waiting for Henrik to come out and play.

Announcer:
”Ladies and gentleman please welcome our second competitor. Making his SECW debut, all the way from Vienna Austria, HENRIK SOMMER!!“

Henrik’s Music

Henrik S:
“Shit i don’t have an announcement track” I curse as I hear yours, “hopefully they’ve organised something“ and of course they had I stepped out to the Euro pop groups, The Cheetah Girls, Touch my bum!! I’m at first mortified at the cruel joke but I don’t let it ruin my mood. I walk to the ring confidently and sure enough my tiny red trunks had begun to ride up at the back giving the crowd their first look at the bottom of my peachy ass!!

I hop over the ropes and face you down. My body shines with the sunblock like a Greek god. I let the crowd soak me in posing and flexing. I climb my turnbuckle and pop my pecs enjoying the hungry drooling gazes. I hop down and face you!!

— Round 01 —

Madison Jones:
The Ref calls us center of the ring to go over the rules and about a clean match. Normally I would extend my hand for a shake now, but I decide we've had enough friendly touching. I hold my hands up looking you in the eyes with my grey blue ones, ready to lock up with the collar and elbow. Crowd grows quiet to see how this starts off.

Henrik S:
We make our way to the middle of the ring as the ref explains. The bell rings and we stare each other in the eyes for a couple of seconds before locking up. Our strength fairly matched we each struggle against each other neither gaining much advantage over the other. Our massive muscular bodies strain and almost glow with a combination of lotion and sweat

— Round 02 —

Madison Jones:
We are about the same height, but I have about 15 lbs on you in terms of muscle, therefore I am able to start pushing you towards a corner, and I do. Looking you in the eyes while we push back and forth, the crowd starting to get into it, that nice guy from the back room is starting to melt away. Was it your rejection of me in the back? Is it just the fact that we are grappling now and things are getting real? You'll have to figure that out. When we are about halfway to the buckle, I break the lockup and try to shove you the rest of the way, arms over the ropes if I can.

Henrik S:
Your weight advantage proves overwhelming and you begin to push me back into the turnbuckle. The nice guy from earlier is truly gone. I think I may have annoyed you earlier with my rejection, you're obviously not used to it. But your overconfidence I realise I can use to my advantage. You're shoving me now back into the turnbuckle. At the last second I slip under your arms. I wrap both arms around and use all of my considerable strength to try and German suplex you back!

— Round 03 —

Madison Jones:
Thrown in the corner, I smile a little as I get ready to follow up. I'm not expecting you to duck under my arm as I come in though, more spry than I thought you would be. Hands come around my thighs, and we start doing the classic struggle, me pushing your hands down lower and lower, soon able to feel my hardening dick under my blue trunks. This isn't working, I can't break your hands, maybe from the lotion on my own still making them too slick. Last moment as you start to heave, I pull my right elbow forward and swing it back towards your head trying to disrupt the Suplex before it goes off.

Henrik S:
We struggle against each other, our slippery bodies making it difficult to hold on. I heave you back and you throw your elbow back, catching me in the temple. I stumble back and still manage to drive your head into the mat. Unfortunately, your quick elbow also sends me to the mat. I lie there for a couple of seconds, dazed and then hurry to get back to my feet

— Round 04 —

Madison Jones:
The German Suplex countered, we both end up falling to the canvas, my head taking its first impact, though not nearly as hard as power move like the German Suplex would cause. The crowd starts to clap the display like this is a golf tournament or something, I roll my eyes while feeling my head. I then bring my knees to my chest and Kip-Up to standing, giving these rich folk something to actually be impressed about.

On my feet quick from burning that energy, I turn towards you seeing you on the canvas, I step and start stomping your gut, up to 3 times if possible hoping to start breaking them down for this long match ahead of us.

Henrik S:
You're faster than me back on your feet and drive a kick into my flat abs. OOOFF the air is driven from my lungs and I’m forced back to the ground. You drive another foot, then another. I manage to bring my hands up attempting to protect myself from your blows.

— Round 05 —

Madison Jones:
I'm raising my boot for a 4th stomp when you get your hands up... I pause then back away towards your legs. Grabbing both ankles and getting them under my armpits, I secure my hands behind your knees. I actually hear the crowd start to get excited about this one... I go to fall backwards hoping to sling you over me into the opposing corner on the side of the ring with a Slingshot.

Henrik S:
You grab my legs as I lie coughing from your fierce assault on my abs. I have no idea what you're doing. Your hands secure behind my knees. You fall back and the momentum swings me up and over. I hit the turnbuckle square in the face. I sway for a couple of seconds and then fall to the mat not quite sure where I am. Staring at the ceiling, spread eagled, in pain

— Round 06 —

Madison Jones:
I hear the satisfying sound of your collision of the buckle, the crowd giving some proper golf claps as it connects. It's still early, I'm sure they will respond more impressed as we brutalize each other more. I rise up to standing now, no need for a kip-up to stay ahead of you I think, come walking your way with you spread eagled. I'll give this crowd something to cheer about... I reach my hands to your waistband, sink my fingers in, and start pulling it down your thighs intent on stripping you naked here and now.

Henrik S:
I'm lying spread eagled on the mat. You come up and grasp the waistband of my tiny red trunks. You pull them down my legs revealing my small pink cock, like the rest of my body shaved completely smooth. I’m butt naked and the match has only just begun. However the crowd seems to be a little more interested

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— Round 07 —

Madison Jones:
"A complete smoothie, huh?" I cannot help but to grin as I strip you and toss the slim red 'trunks' you were wearing, them landing in somebody's wine glass. I then go to drop down by your side grabbing for your arm and your corresponding leg. Big old grin as I take hold, I then fall to my ass trying to lock you down in a Grounded Bow & Arrow, my bare feet pressed to your back.

Henrik S:
“FUCK!!” I scream out as my smooth muscular body is stretched at an impossible angle. Displayed for the audience, for their pleasure, my abs pop out. I grab the rope, hoping for some mercy from this excruciating hold. The match so far was not going to plan

— Round 08 —

Madison Jones:
You grab the rope and much to the sighs of the crowd, the Ref orders a break. I hold it a little longer, keeping you on display for them. Finally release, rise up to standing, moving center of the ring, and gesture for you to come join me with my right hand, left stroking my bulge again, it nearly fully erect. "Come on Henrik, show me what you got." I get ready to counter a grapple if you start one.

Henrik S:
Though with much hesitation you finally break the hold. I hold onto my back as I groan on the mat. I make it to my hands and knees and then finally back to my feet using the ropes as leverage. My back is on fire and I stretch it while I have a couple of second reprieve. I turn back to face you and am immediately struck by the huge bulge barely contained by your trunks. I gulp as my tiny 4 inch cock begins to twitch and harden at the sight of your much bigger and thicker bulge. “God damn Henrik what did I say about concentration”. I keep my eyes up on your face as I come towards you, arms outstretched once again to grapple.

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— Round 09 —

Madison Jones:
Oh we are going to have to grow that boy for sure... We lock back up, me shifting to your side as we do, grin on my face as I figure out what to do to you next. Using my muscle advantage, and the hurting of your back, I start to bend you backwards into a Forced Bridge. If I get your shoulders down to canvas, I hop on top of your legs, my foot against your dick rubbing it while I ride you.

Henrik S:
We lock up and it’s immediately clear once again this is not a winning strategy. Your superior muscles push me back, my spine curving. I struggle valiantly but again your weight advantage proves too much. My shoulders hit the mat as you pin my arms above me. I feel your foot start to fondle my little cock and balls, with enough force for me to realise that it would be very possible for you to cause some real lasting damage. My cock has not softened though, growing it’s full 4 inches. Soon your face is inches from mine, grinning as I continue to struggle to free myself

— Round 10 —

Madison Jones:
With your shoulders down, this technically counts as a pin, the Ref getting into position, however I'm not done yet. On top of you, I kick up off your legs with mine, hands still locked with yours, and drop my shins over your thighs trying to collapse the bridge with you under me. If it works, the Ref starts his count for a pin.
Henrik S: Your shin attack causes my thighs to land on the mat, collapsing the Bridge of woe. I’m pinned to the mat. Fuck! And the referee begins his pin. 1….

— Round 11 —

Madison Jones:
Dropped down to the canvas, the Ref in place, he continues to count. I play a little dirty and keep rubbing your cock with my foot as I lower my head to your forehead, eyes locked as you can see the lust starting to build. "Two! Three!" Bell rings and I score the first point, the crowd clapping politely as though we aren't out here sweating for their enjoyment.

Henrik S:
Fuck!! You're up one!! I’m disappointed but am struck as you look me square in the eyes. Those eyes break down my defenses. I can only breathe and stare at you. What was this feeling? It was new to me. My little cock squirts a tiny droplet of precum out of the piss slit as you finally get up off me, leaving me on the mat pondering what was going on in your head ?

— Round 12 —

— Madison 01 - Henrik 00 —

Madison Jones:
You are left there on the canvas, spread with your 4 inches sticking straight up. I give you a moment while you seem lost in your head, then reach down and grab your hair. "Stop daydreaming!" There is some irony in ME being the one to say that, normally I'm the one stuck in my head. Pulling you up to standing, I start pulling you towards the ropes thinking of just the thing to make this crowd actually react.

Henrik S:
I'm broken out of my own mind as you reach down and pull me up by my hair. I hiss in pain as you force me over to the ropes, roughly. The crowd perks up, my naked body does have that effect. My naked bubble ass a thing of beauty. Clear of any blemishes, pure white, untouched by the sun.

— Round 13 —

Madison Jones:
With us at the ropes, no real fight from you, I thread you through the ropes pulling you back up and against the top rope. Grab your arms and lock them under the top rope, then finally pull back on your chin to secure the whole thing. I put you completely on display for the crowd now, the glistening tip of your cock for everyone to see, a few eyebrows raising as they wonder what I'm up to.

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Henrik S:
I’m positioned in the ropes. Arms tied, stretching my chest. My cock and balls are supported by the second rope. “Hey what are you doing?” I try to pry marks free but they're stuck. I’m looking nervously at the crowd as they soak up my naked muscle boy body. Hungry looks evident. I gulp once again as I struggle against the ropes.

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— Round 14 —

Madison Jones:
I feel you struggle. I wonder if you could be struggling more... time to give you some motivation. "If you just want me to fuck you for 20 minutes, just say so?" I then raise my right hand, fist closed as there are at least a couple wrestling fans in our audience who recognize this setup. I smash my fist down on your sternum, grab your hair pulling you back up, and do it again... and again... up to 5 times if you don't stop me.

Henrik S:
You're taunting me as I’m trapped in the ropes. Threatening to fuck me in front of all these people. You stretch me backwards. My chest displayed for you. You send a fist into my sternum, I roar in pain but you give no pause and stretch me back once again and deliver another punch to my sternum accompanied by another roar from me. You prepare me for a third but you have no idea that I have managed to get one of my arms free. You reel up another punch but before you make contact I bring my elbow back furiously, aiming for your face, hoping to make contact with your nose!!

— Round 15 —

Madison Jones:
I'm very much into the action of punishing you right now, the crowd starting to actually count along. It's about then that I spy the movement of your arm, me able to move my head just in time to avoid you potentially breaking my nose. Grunt in pain as I fall away from you, hand coming up to my face feeling it, the crowd letting out a "OOOOooooo" as I do. Face turns back to you with some anger showing for sure, me reaching for your shoulders with you still in the ropes, and trying to ram my knee into the small of your back as hard as I can.

Henrik S:
One arm loose but the other trapped. I breathe heavily, in excruciating pain. I try to get my other arm free but the next thing I feel is your knee driven into my spine. You pull my arms back in the ropes as the pressure on my allowed spine increases! FUUUCCKKK!!!

— Round 16 —

Madison Jones:
I secure your arm again, locking you back up, head coming alongside yours. "Shhh.... Come on, think somebody needs a drink..." I whisper in your ear and bring my hand down and around your abdomen, fingers coiling around your cock pinky to index. I speak up. "Who needs a FUCKING Drink?" I am a bartender afterall, and I know somebody out here would love a wine glass full of cum. Several people start to whisper as I begin to stroke you, aiming to score my second point by emission while giving some lucky person in the crowd a drink they won't ever forget. ...I notice the daughter of the estate perk up, young young Desiree Hamilton holding an empty glass around 19 or 20 of age I would guess.

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Henrik S:
You have me secured once again. My arms are trapped in the ropes. You grasp my small cock and give it a sharp squeeze. You over my cum to anyone in the audience. I go red in the face, embarrassed, yet my cock was still rock hard. You squeeze and tug at my cock as a waiter delivers you one of the crystal glasses supplied to the audience.

— Round 17 —

Madison Jones:
As I'm stroking you, keeping you under control, the young lady I mentioned makes her way to the apron setting down her used glass to the giggles of some of her friends. She takes a new glass from the waiter, a little shy while I give her a warm smile and a nod. She approaches you now, bringing the glass to your cock while I stroke you more and more. "Don't keep our host waiting, Henrik."

Henrik S:
You are milking me for the audience. I have tears in my eyes. A young woman approaches you and positions her glass under my cock. I’m squirming getting close. The sound of my precum is evident for all as you stroke me. I thrash about the cock stroking so intense I need to burst. And sure enough I do my little cock shoots its load. The forced orgasm is so intense and lasts for almost 30 seconds. My head lols back and rests on your big broad shoulders breathing hard, eyes closed, my orgasm having taken a lot out of me.

— Round 18 —

— Madison 02 - Henrik 00 —

Madison Jones:
"That's it... good..." I whisper as you struggle, trying to calm you while I milk your cock. It spurts into the glass, her hand is a little shaky, nervous, but excited to harvest this bounty. I keep stroking till your load runs dry, sunlight shining off our bodies until the girl finally wanders off with the order fulfilled.

The Ref has already declared the point when you start to cum. Once you run dry I pull you out of the ropes and toss you back to the center of the ring, me adjusting my bulge with a dark blue spot showing over the tip of my very obvious tent.

Henrik S:
My cum drained out of me. I’m exhausted. You pull me from the ropes and throw me into the middle of the ring. I lie in the ring almost out of it. The ref hurries to check on me. Examining my little dick in his hand. I shudder and gasp. It’s extremely tender and sore. I open my eyes and see you staring down at me, your hard bulge extremely noticeable, a wet spot forming. The ref tries to push you back to your corner with little luck. He tries his best to give me a couple moments of recovery.

— Round 19 —

Madison Jones:
I sigh, the clock is ticking. Ironman matches are about going and going, past the point of exhaustion. It's half the fun if you ask me. I fall back to my corner and give you the rest glaring at the ref. A couple seconds later, I notice the crowd getting bored again. I HATE IT. I start doing something I never do in the ring, I climb the turnbuckle looking your way... As soon as the Ref backs away, I jump at you trying to hit you with a flying elbow drop to your sternum. Crowd gets excited.

Henrik S:
I lie there thankful for the ref's mercy. My chest rises and falls evenly. I’m completely unaware that you’ve climbed the turnbuckle. Ignoring the refs orders you leap through the air, elbow extended driving it straight into my already tender sternum. I roar in pain as members of the crowd are on their feet. Forgetting any silly protocols expected of them in such a venue. This match was becoming a brawl, if you could ignore the ref so could they!!

— Round 20 —

Madison Jones:
I land, you cry out, and I hear it... finally this fucking crowd comes to life. Dad was right, blood, violence, and cum are what bring a crowd to life. You howling in pain, I slide up onto your chest more than happy to take another point if you wont' fight back. Might even 8, 9, who knows 12 points over you. Sitting on you with a school boy pin, I lower the front of my trunks and let my hard cock out, crowd cheering, and then I start rubbing it against your face.

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Henrik S:
I’m roaring in pain as your elbow connects with my sternum, thrashing about the mat. You schoolboy pin me releasing your cock from the front of your trunks letting it hit me in the face. However, the moment of rest allowed me to recoup some of my spent energy. I roll my body and legs up, wrapping them around your head and neck. With a quick thug I throw you clean off my body, smashing your head and back into the mat. I’m back on my feet in moments as the crowd wills me on, cheering for the underdog as he unexpectedly has some fight left in him. I growl as I pull you up from the mat and Irish whip you in the direction of the turnbuckle

— Round 21 —

Madison Jones:
You surprise me alright, I thought you were done, finished already, I didn't even prepare my usual counter for when somebody tries to flip me off a School Boy. Thrown off you the crowd is shocked at you suddenly taking control, me kip-up right away with the sunlight glinting off my sweaty hairy chest. Hands coming up defensive as you rise, you reach in grabbing me and throw me towards a corner, me spinning so my back hits it, arms over the top ropes with my cock still hanging out, foreskin up covering the tip even though I'm rock hard. I glare at you, and get ready to counter a charge if you do one, me ready to slam my feet into the side of your head if you are foolish enough to come running against this defensive fighter.

Henrik S:
I rush towards you, for what you think is a body press, which would crush you against the ring post. But it’s not to be! As you raise your foot to counter my charge, at the very last moment, I drop the momentum causing me to slide under your foot and in the direction of the turnbuckle out of the ring. You were obviously shocked by my speed and in fairness, my current display so far in the match gave no indication of my true abilities. I grab your feet and thug them out from under you, causing you to crash into the mat. Using the post as leverage I pull your open legs back into the post, crushing your big balls

— Round 22 —

Madison Jones:
I almost sigh as you fall for it, this might just knock you out. You come rushing at me, I grip the top ropes, throw up my feet, and try to kick you square in the head with both of them. The crowd even gasps realizing what's about to happen, then you slide down under me, out of the ring, me shocked when I feel my feet hit mid air. Feet hit the canvas starting to turn, but it is too late, you grab my feet causing me to fall forward, hands coming up to protect my face from impact. Legs pulled to the rope, I let out a yelp, the crowd gasping, a few talking and whispering as Henrik reveals his dirty play. Meanwhile my hands start clawing at the canvas trying to pull myself away from the post you have between my legs... and for once I'm not making a euphemism about a dick.

Henrik S:
I pull your balls into the post crushing them against it. The crowd gasps as they see my brutality for the first time. I’m determined to make you scream and keep up the pressure!!

— Round 23 —

Madison Jones:
You aim to punish me now, perhaps I deserve it a little, but it doesn't change the fact that what you are doing is a violation of the rules. They ignored the first one, perhaps because of my disregard and flying elbow to you while you were down. Now however he glares at you with a sternness, and orders you to release giving you a warning against low blows. Of course... in an Ironman Match, such an offense would merely give your opponent a point and not end the struggle... As for me, you get what you are looking for, I clear cry of pain as I grip the ropes, pull my right leg as hard as I can, and try to kick you in the head. Meanwhile with you out of the ring, the Ref also starts counting. 1... 2...

Henrik S:
I break the pull on the refs orders stepping back acting innocent. I got what I wanted, your screams. I hop back in the ring, preventing a count out just about slipping out of the way of your kick. That move had done the needed damages on you. Moving a little slower. You're on your hands having yourself free from the post. I grab you by the hair and sit down all the while bringinging your face into my crotch attempting to wrap my legs around you tight in a forward facing scissors.

— Round 24 —

Madison Jones:
Oh you've slowed me down alright, hands gripping my balls as you come into the ring, my trunks still on, but pulled down in front. When you grab my hair sitting down in front, you can see some tears even from my eyes... or maybe it is just sweat. You see something else though, you some anger welling up. The things I've done to you now never broke rules, well maybe the flying elbow was an infraction... regardless you just hurt a man in a way that is acceptable in the ring, and that shows in my face. You go to wrap my head with a leg scissors, and I try to head butt you in that stubby dick of yours, no concern for man's junk who just crushed my balls against the steel post.

Henrik S:
I scream out loud as you head butt my cock and balls. I cup them trying to prevent you from hurting them any further but the damage is done, tears leave my eyes, as I cough, my balls aching. The ref roars at you, the two of us having stepped over the line far too much in this match.

— Round 25 —

Madison Jones:
Yeah, we are both being troublemakers for him. That's what happens in the ring though, testosterone boiling, adrenaline pumping, testicles churning... it all leads two guys wanting to fuck and do anything to make it happen. You cup your balls from the headbutt giving me the moment I need to take back control, or so I hope. I rise up to my knees, face coming away from your balls, then push myself up to standing. I reach for your legs hoping you are stunned enough that I can pull them off, getting your legs crossed with each other almost like a cloverleaf. Standing there, I start to shift around on my feet in a circle, I begin to spin you lifting your 183 lbs frame up into the air. It's a spectacle for sure, but I swing and swing as the crowd comes to life, then finally ends by lowering you, mounting your back, executing the Giant Swing Cloverleaf.

Henrik S:
Still cupping my aching balls. They’re sore to the touch. On fire almost. I’m unable to defend myself as you reach for my legs and cross them over each other. Holding on to my legs and with your incredible strength you begin to spin around, spinning my naked body with you. Although only a few circles it feels like a lifetime. You lower me to the ground and mount my back stretching my spine. I scream out loud, dizzy yet still have some fight left in me. I try to claw my way to the ropes to break the hold.

— Round 26 —

Madison Jones:
The problem with that variant of the Giant Swing is that it makes me dizzy as well, so if there isn't an immediate tap out, it's actually fairly easy to get out or move around as you find out. Pulling yourself to the ropes, crowd actually cheering now as I aim to score another point, the Ref calls for me to break the hold while you grab hold. I let go of you, grunt of frustration, and come back to the center of the ring, my cock sticking straight up rock hard as I eye you breathing heavily.

Henrik S:
I'm holding onto the ropes. Dizzy, sore but not done yet. I use the ropes as leverage and manage to get to my feet. Swaying slightly. I see that your breathing hard, your constant offence and high energy moves depleting your energy quicker than most. This may be my chance. I feign, exhaustion (kind of), beckoning you closer!

— Round 27 —

Madison Jones:
And see, you just picked up on it, the thing a lot don't seem to realize. I only have so much stamina and endurance... that is what these Ironman matches are about pushing me to my limits so I can get better. Even against more inexperienced opponents, a man's own exhaustion is his greatest weakness. You beckon me towards you, I come in hands up looking defensive. You look tired too, good, I can exploit that. When I get close, I reach out for your arm and try to pull you into a nice tight Hammerlock.

Henrik S:
You move forward, arms outstretched. I breathe heavily, almost slumped in the ropes. You come closer, reaching and I make my move, fully recovered I drive my size eleven foot right into your gut. I go to grab you by your short hair and aim to throw you into the middle section of the turnbuckle, shoulder first.

— Round 27 —

Madison Jones:
I come at you expecting I can just grab and have my way some more. I get ahead of myself... your foot hits me but with me failing to clench up, the hits starting to pile up there. You then go to throw me into the post shoulder first, one of my usual moves. I forearm up in time to spare myself the worst of it, but I let out a cry as I hang there, my ass spread before you, hard cock hanging. Arms grabbing the middle rope, I start to pull myself out of the corner.

Henrik S:
The move connects, maybe not 100% but enough that you feel it and that it’s done damage. However, you're a powerful opponent and have already begun to recover. I rush up towards you as your back is turned, grasping your ankles, attempting to pull you off the ground, feet first and cause you to fall to the mat face first.

— Round 28 —

Madison Jones:
I'm still gripping the middle ropes when you pull on my legs, the result being that you suspend me up in the air, legs spread with my cock hanging down. I am hanging on because if I fall now, my cock is going to be the first thing to hit the canvas. I have to take a controlled fall here to prevent that... Left hand, my weaker one comes off the rope first, reaches down to cover my balls and shaft. The pain in my right arm is showing, that shoulder having taken a cushioned but still powerful hit to the post. Clenching up, I release the rope and fall face down to the canvas with a clatter, me immediately trying to turn over and get my legs loose from your grip.

Henrik S:
You hang on to the ropes as I pull on your ankles. A tug of war ensues, one that in this position you're destined to lose. You let go, resigned to your fate, your hands going to protect your engorged penis and plump balls. Unfortunately you land face first on the mat. The ring rattles, the audience gasps, they know that has to hurt. Not to give up so easily you turn trying to free your legs but you aren’t expecting that I have already pretzeled them around my leg. I lie back growling as I lock on a fierce Figure 4 Leg Lock!!

— Round 29 —

Madison Jones:
Pulling over on my back, you seem to be struggling to get free. In all my focus on how to protect myself in the fall, somehow I failed to notice you were setting me up, a look of fear as you fall back locking in the famous move. Back arches up, my cock up in the air, and I'm sure several of these people are taking pictures of me on display in our grip. After all, two naked me and a figure four is one of the hottest things to ever grace the ring. My body growing slick with sweat, I look around and see the error in your judgment, the ropes nearby that I fell from in the corner. I reach for them...

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STRETCHING! It's not a hard stretch...

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Henrik S:
I keep the lock on far longer than I should, the ref threatening to deduct a point if I don’t stop. I finally release you, your body quivering covered in sweat. Your moaning on the mat, lying on your belly. Your trunks half off at the back. I almost think to let you have a couple of moments, but realise that’s the jobber in me talking, I’m not that guy anymore. I pull your body away from the ropes and hook a leg between my legs. Lying on your back, arms around your neck I lock in the famous STFU!!

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— Round 30 —

Madison Jones:
You hang onto the move when you should release. I'm gritting my teeth, realizing that you could go past the 5 count even and lose a point... and maybe keep it locked in longer. I look at you, some desperation showing concern for my knee as this move can and HAS broken legs before. Has my behavior in this match been so egregious to warrant this... I just wanted to get a hot feel on you with the sunblock when we were dressing... I let out a cry but hold the ropes almost to the count of five, then you finally release as Immediately grip my leg.

I think you might give me a moment, it looks like there is some deliberation in your eyes... then that mean look comes back. You grab my leg and pull me away from the ropes, me thinking about how to counter. Falling down on my back, you apply a STF, a move made famous by John Cena. I let out a grunt as I start crawling, carrying you on me, struggling towards the ropes again. I realize about halfway there, fighting my instincts that have built up from my training, that you won't honor the rope and will just torture me again. I start slapping the canvas... "Give... Fuck... Give!"

Henrik S:
You give!! I release the hold as I obtain my first point of the night. The ref brings my hand up in the air in triumph. I look down on you, prone on the mat. Your moaning is the only sign you're still conscious. I reach down and grab the waistband of your trunks at the back sliding them off your ass and down your muscular legs. I smell them pressing them to my face. They are so musky and manly. I toss them to my corner for later. I pull you back to the centre and turn you on your back. Grasping your big cock I start milking you. Slow deliberate strokes. I lie down beside you as I stroke your cock, stealing small kisses every once and a while.

— Round 31 —

— Madison 02 - Henrik 01 —

Madison Jones:
You release me this time... I lay there breathing deep, maybe a light moan, the sounds I make are for me to write and me alone. Laying there I do look exhausted, maybe even like I'm out, but in reality I'm resting. You do what I suspect you would next, I grab my waistband and pull it off me, us both completely naked now in the ring. You pull me back towards the center of the ring, I start to get ready. You flip me over on my back so my cock is visible, its foreskin is up still, a little red now from being dragged against the canvas. Laying down next to me with my head to the side, I'm getting ready to counter when your hand comes to my cock, a gasp as you do, eyes opening as you come in for a kiss.

I don't fight it, you are a handsome fucker, and I more than welcome your kiss, my 8 inch cock is hard in your hands, my hand coming to yours to help push down the foreskin so your actions don't bring pain. The crowd grows quiet over the passionate display, my hips start to thrust as I take enjoyment from the action. For the moment, I remain docile in your grip.

Henrik S:
I sliding your foreskin up and down your long engorged cock. Slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you just yet. You squirm in my grip, thrusting against me trying to receive more stimulation. You need to cum, your cock had been hard this entire match and there was no hope in it going down all by itself. I start to pick up the pace. Your cock is wet now, slick with precum. I kiss and lick your ear, turning you on even further. I can feel you getting close, this handjob was rocking your world. You're gasping, thrashing about as I bring you to the edge. But then I stop. Squeezing your cock painfully, preventing your release. I look in your eyes and smile evilly. “Beg for it…. Boy!!”

— Round 32 —

Madison Jones:
You are having your way with me all too well. This started as a ploy, me planning to make you think I was putty in your hands while resting some, but you are so damn good at this. My movements are not all what you think though, yes I thrust my cock into your hands, yes I let out a moan or two as you touch my sensitive cockhead, and yes you look me in the eyes as you think I'm at edge telling me to beg for it. I open my mouth, you can smell my breath, lower lip curling upward as I'm about to speak... lips coming together silently... "Fuck... You..." I growl, clearly about to cum. Top teeth slipping over the bottom lip. I bite down, inflicting some pain on myself to help fight off the orgasm, eyes shift from pleasure to anger, and then I try to headbutt you hard forehead to forehead, struggling to get free as I do.

Henrik S:
My teasing of your cock results in a headbutt. Not enough to cause any real damage from this angle but enough that I might have a bruise tomorrow. “You fucker!” I growl. Giving your cock and balls a quick hard smack. I crawl on top of you and cover your mouth and nose with one hand, the other hand behind your head, holding it preventing escape, keeping your arms pinned down by your sides with my legs. My ass is right next to your cock and as I lock on the Mandible Claw like sleeper and as I sleeper you it flexes and twitches, smacking my hairless pink hole!

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— Round 33 —

Madison Jones:
The Headbutt was foolish. With me squirming in your grip, I couldn't muster the power I needed to get free, and my eyes almost immediately reflected regret when I threw it. You crawl up on me, start covering my mouth with your hand, aiming to suffocate me while leaving my cock hard and aching under your hanging ass. My hands under your legs, you start to apply a reverse sleeper to my face... Some panic starts to show as I shift my head left to right trying to show you that I do not want to be knocked out. I then plant my bare feet on the canvas and start to buck with you on top of me, trying very desperately to get you off me, clearly starting to wear myself out doing so.

Henrik S:
I have the sleeper locked on tight. You buck against me but I’m definitely not a light man and with all of the action so far it’s not an easy task for a tired man. As you buck your cock presses up against my hole, threatening to breach my pink ring. I hold on with all my might.

— Round 34 —

Madison Jones:
My vision starts to blur, face going red, maybe a shade of purple showing. Eyes locked with yours a look of genuine concern... fear... , you feel me start to slow, fading, the crowd watching on with so much time left on the clock. One last ditch effort.... Body clenches up, legs still planted, cock at your rosebud, I shift to the right, my muscles lifting you some in the process, then suddenly jerk to the left against trying to get you off me. You see it as I struggle... a tear starting to well up as you control me like this.

Henrik S:
Your fading in my sleeper, your struggles slowing. You give one last jerk and the tip of your cock enters my hole. I moan out, not expecting it. It’s so big and thick. I look down and see you in tears.

— Round 35 —

Madison Jones:
Failing to get you off me, my body with a thick layer of sweat on it, you succeed in doing what few have done... my body goes still with you laying on me, cock hard and pressed into you a little. With your arms firmly around me, you see my start to roll up and my body goes limp. I'm out.

Henrik S:
I look down at you, you're unconscious. Fuck I did it!! I release the sleeper slowly, and it’s true everything I limp save for your cock. I smile evilly as I feel it flex in my hole despite your unconscious state. Slowly I ease the rest of it into my hole. It’s a challenge for sure, so big and thick. A lesser bottom would not be able to accomplish the task but I persevere and soon I can feel your Balls nestled against my ring. I keep my eyes closed but when I finally open them I manage a smile to the crowd who in turn go wild!! I start to slowly bounce on your big cock!!

— Round 36 —

Madison Jones:
I lay there, out under you while you fully lower yourself on me, the sleeping Madison Jones. I look almost peaceful, sweat all over my face and chest, it rising and falling as you start to shift around... the whole time my cock remains hard and in need of release.

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Turning away from me, you face the crowd and start to ride my cock intent on milking me in this hold. Had I still been conscious, I surely would instantly as you had me at the edge, but you got greedy. You wanted to knock me out, when I so clearly hated the idea, the struggle and horror of it showing in my eyes. That pulled me from the edge, so you will have to ride me a little longer if you want me to cum while I'm unconscious. The crowd watches as you ride me like a sex doll.

Henrik S:
Up and down on your cock I bounce. My own little dick flapping about wildly with each bounce. I’m groaning and screaming as your unconscious cock hits my prostate. It’s so girthy. I punch your pink nipples making you moan slightly in your sleep. You may not have enjoyed the knockout but your certainly enjoying this judging by the hardness of your cock. The once docile and posh crowd is rapid. Many had broken out into their own sexual actions. A cock sucked, a clit fingered, all pretenses forgotten. And still I bounce, you and your cock the only thing I care about right now!

— Round 37 —

Madison Jones:
You ride me hard, like I'm a piece of cattle or something for your amusement... you sure are looking like a heel as you take advantage of me like this. Hits to my pecs make me moan, some shifting as you stimulate every inch of my cock inside of you. There is something going on inside of me while you humiliate me like this, some sort of lingering desire. My cock so full... the tip stimulated with precum, that sensation that wakes a person in the middle of the night when they have to take a piss real bad. I start to shift a little, the knockout not having been a total one. Eyes open wide with a loud moan as I cross the point of no return... I take action.

Madison Jones:
With you so focused on fucking me, facing me like you said, my legs kick up and get under your arms. Eyes showing anger at this disgrace, they drag your back down as I reverse this hold, legs now over your arms, my cock FIRMLY inside of you. I GROWL as I look you in the eyes, my hips thrust once.... Shake my head... Twice..... GROWL.... Thrice.... With a big long moan alerting the Ref, I start to cum.

Henrik S:
Shock is the only thing I can register as you awaken, my god fortune, turned on me. I’m too slow and too stimulated and engrossed by your cock in my act that I can’t act in time. You reverse my hold, your cock never leaving my ass. You piston into me, faster and more brutal than I could ever accomplish fucking myself on your cock. Each of your thrust inside my hole pummels my prostate and as you finally cum in my hole my own little dick shoots, for the second. I scream as I cum from pure anal stimulation a smaller load than last time but no less intense.

— Round 38 —

— Madison 03 - Henrik 02 —

Madison Jones:
You got me to cum alright, here under the afternoon sunlight, my eyes are focused as I'm breathing so heavy. You feel it, shot after shot inside of you, 3... 4... I moan... 5... 6...... Oh fuck.... 7.... GROWL..... 8.... GRAB YOUR SPURTING COCK.... 9...... Jerking it while clenching up..... 10....... total ropes erupt out of me dribbling down onto my thighs out of you, a load so thick and full, it is as though I have not shot in days.

I hold you like this, technically a pin, but you just load so the point was scored. I don't let you up though, I stroke it and stroke it, intent on pushing you past the point of comfort with my own cock still inside of you. I over stimulate your cock while keeping pushing down like this, the crowd cheering as I retake control.

Henrik S:
My hole is full of your cum. I feel it overflowing around your cock as you thrust a few more times in my puffy sore hole. My own little dick shoots its load and as it does so you grasp onto it, stroking out every drop. But you don’t stop there, you continue to jerk my cock, it’s so tender, burning. I’m crying now, tears flowing down my check as I thrash about trying to free my cock from your cruel grasp.

— Round 39 —

Madison Jones:
I see you crying as I keep stroking your small little cock. Normally I'm not so judgmental, in fact there is a guy I even tried to help with this problem, but that Totally backfired on me... that is beside the point. Looking in your eyes, tears in them, no concern now for you as you didn't give a fuck about me trying so hard to stay awake in your. There is an anger that has awakened here few have seen. The crowd cheers as you cry, then I finally let go of the hold.

Madison Jones:
Pushing you off me, I'm tired and exhausted, sweat and cum on me, the afterglow hitting, I push myself up under this summer sun in front of a crowd of rich folk drunk on wine. I go to grab your head and pull you up to standing, throw a knee into your gut to keep you under control as I start to set you up for something. Holding your arms, I twist turning us sides, and then I try to pull you up over over my shoulders upside into a Inverted Gory Special made famous by the late Eddie Guerrero.

Henrik S:
You finally release me and I roll on my side. My hands cradle my sore small cock. My body jerks a few times as my orgasm is still in effect. I’m sore and exhausted. My hole and cock aching. You hover over me and finally pick me up, peeling me off the ground. You hold my arms and twist me over your shoulders. I scream loudly as you wreck my spine in your rack!! AAAAAGGGHHH!! FUCK!!

— Round 40 —

Madison Jones:
You are there on my back, screaming in pain, which is fine. You showed me you didn't want Nice Maddy, you spurred me in the dressing room, and you fucking didn't even let me tap out choosing instead to knock me out. The nice guy is gone, only anger remains. The Ref ask you if you give, I YELL at him "FUCK NO!" Maybe even eclipsing whatever you might say. I then fling you over my shoulders onto the canvas with a loud crash as I execute my Amabala Slam.

Upon the hit landing, some in the crowd cheer, but others cry out. A few glasses drop from the use of the brutal move, a few people cover their eyes, including Desiree Hamilton who previously took a tap from your small cock. I stand over you breathing heavily... looking far more like my father than ever before.

Henrik S:
I'm about to scream my submission stretched over your shoulders when you stop me. The ref has lost control. I’m flung over your shoulders and hit the mat face first. I lie there, wrecked as you look down at me, admiring your handiwork. My swollen hole stares back at you, leaking your load like a faucet. The crowd is unsure how to feel, they have never seen you like this before!

— Round 41 —

Madison Jones:
Oh I'm fuming, people have exploited kindness before and others have mistreated me. Too many times extending my hand only to get kicked in the teeth. Wrestling is supposed to be fun, my little motto that keeps failing to be true. I'm looking at my handiwork alright with bubble ass of yours on display. Step up grabbing your ankles and plant my feet on the back of your knees while tying them with my own. I reach forward and grab one hand, PULL it back hard. Grab the other and Pull it back hard too, setting you up for my finisher, the Romero Special.

Henrik S:
I'm still on the mat. My pouty lips are parted, nearly kissing the mat, as I close my eyes as if I'm in a deep sleep. You grab my arms, your feet pressed on my knees. A small moan escapes my lips as you prepare your finisher.

— Round 42 —

Madison Jones:
The setup going unchallenged, I now start to rock back lifting you a little off the canvas. I pull back once... twice.... on the third time you come to your knees facing the crowd, your full sweaty chest and small cock on display again. It doesn't stop there, I lift you up into the air into the second part of the Romero Special, a Suspended Surfboard. Ref comes by your side asking if you give up.

Henrik S:
You take me up in the air suspending me above you, stretching my spine. My small cock jiggles about the place. The pain of your submission move is enough to clear the cobwebs and bring me back from the brink of unconsciousness. The ref asks me If I give. Pure stubbornness takes over AAAGGGGGHVHHHH FUCK NOOOO!! I wriggle against you trying to free myself.

— Round 43 —

Madison Jones:
I don't care if you are being stubborn now, you are burning time with your struggle and cementing my win, so I'm more than happy to keep torturing you like this. Fact remains that I'm fucking tired, sweating, my cock still drips some cum, so I can't hold you like this anymore. I start to low you down to your knees, hands coming up your arms to your chin as I wrench you back further. I transition into the next part of the Romero Special, a Constricting Choke.

Henrik S:
Exhaustion gets the better of you and you're forced to lower me to the ground on my knees. You however stretch my neck back, trying to choke me out. I scream and choke and my hands instantly move up to my neck as I try to pry you off me!!

— Round 44 —

Madison Jones:
Oh good, you are still with me. Slapping at my hands on your chin, I slide my arm up and over your head letting you breath in the full scent of my sweaty body, my pit in your face. I now WRENCH back harder, your body taken to its limit as I transition into the final step of the Romero Special, a Dragon Sleeper.

Henrik S:
You transition my head under your armpit. The musk and hair filling my nostrils preventing me from breathing. However the manly musk now clogging my airways has caused blood to rush back to my cock and it is rock hard once again. You wrench on my spine hard. I claw at your arm but it’s no use, my body is getting weaker, succumbing to the effects of your deadly finisher.

— Round 45 —

Madison Jones:
I see that cock growing again, is a small shaft sticking out as you take in the scent of me. I continue to hold you here, so much tension on your back, it is hard to believe. Right arm over your head, left snakes forward down your hot chest and grabs your cock. "You will fucking give, or I will FORCE another fucking load out of you Henrik!" I start to stroke you again, not caring for it is painful given how I overstimulated your cock earlier.

Henrik S:
My scream is muffled by your armpit as you grab and stroke my small cock. You're too rough with it. So small in your hand. You squeeze and pull it so hard I think it may burst in your grasp. I scream loudly, unable to form words, to think straight under the force of your sheer brutality.

— Round 46 —

Madison Jones:
There is a rage for sure showing a side of Madison Jones few have ever seen. Even still it starts to calm. I release your cock, fingers gripping your balls now, right arm clamping down harder on the dragon sleeper, the Ref hovering around looking for a tap-out from you. I will make you tap out, or you will pass out... or maybe I'll do both.

Henrik S:
You're holding and squeezing my balls hard. My head is spinning, there’s no escape. I raise my hand weakly to try to tap but it’s too late. My hand falls limply at my side as I pass out, the pain and lack of air too much.

— Round 47 —

Madison Jones:
Huge smile on my face as I see you about to tap, me wondering how much pain I have to do to you to get you to give. I feel our go in my grip, see your arm fall limp. Deep breath as I hold you a little longer. I then release and let your body SNAP forward like a catapult, the tension and torque in your spine unleashing and throwing your chest, face, and cock into the canvas. I then slide up to you, turn you over grabbing your legs under my arms, and go for a School Boy pin, my hard leaking cock dripping on your face. The Ref starts his count. I slap the canvas with his counting... 1... 2...

Henrik S:
Im completely unconscious lying underneath your full balls and long superior cock. My ass in the air. Your cum still leaking from my hole as it opens and closes. 3… The crowd cheers as the ref finishes the pin count. A photographer enters the ring with hopes of obtaining a few shots!!

— Round 48 —

— Madison 04 - Henrik 02 —

Madison Jones:
I see that photographer... I'm calming down, head shaking wondering what got into me there as I release the legs and let them fall to the canvas... there is some concern with you laid out under me, but I can tell you are just out. FUUUCCK my cock is aching again, and with the timer so low, I decide to let that photographer get some final pictures while the crowd is watching what I do next. I slide back onto your chest, slap your face a couple times to help bring you around. Once you start to stir, I grab your wrists and pin them down alongside your head and rub my cock all over your face grinding it to some cheers. I then push my cock to your mouth. "Open... and I'll be nice again." I GLARE into your eyes, a look that orders compliance.

Henrik S:
I'm slapped awake, so weak, the match having taken all I could give. I become aware of the flashing lights. And your cock at my lips. Your sweat drips upon my equally sweaty body. You order me to suck your big cock, for a moment I think to refuse but I know better. You have proven yourself a true heel. I weakly open my mouth and begin to suck you off.

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— Round 49 —

Madison Jones:
I thrust it into your mouth now, straight to the back of your throat. It secured, I start to slide my cock back and forth face fucking you, the taste of precum on my tip as well as the cum from earlier. I start fucking your head good and hard, me getting closer to another load. A mix of emotion on my face as that photography is taking some of the best photos of his career, I fuck you face not sure what has come over me... but fuck does it feel good.

Henrik S:
Your cock tastes so good. Cum and ass mixed together. It tastes like us. You start going a little harder, making me gag but you pay no mind. Your fucking my face, I’m going to be bruised tomorrow if your not careful!!

— Round 50 —

Madison Jones:
The action taking me, your saliva coating my cock, it rubbing against the roof of your mouth, it takes over. I let out a deep moan as I start to unload into your mouth, looking into your eyes as 4... 5... more ropes pump out of me filling the back of your throat. The Ref makes note of my emission giving you a point, but I look at you wanting that look to come through that show FEAR I will let you drown in my seed. I want you to feel a fear similar to what I was feeling when you choked me out when I clearly didn't want it.

Henrik S:
I suck your cock and soon am rewarded as rope after rope of hot, salty, thick cum fills my mouth and hits the back of my throat. I feel I am drowning, there’s so much cum and as I try to release your cock I'm prevented. I’m panicking now, but I don’t dare bite down, I know that will not end well!!

— Final Score —

— Madison 04 - Henrik 03 —

Madison Jones:
I hold my cock there, shift my knees over your arms and raise my chest up while you continue to gag on it. I want you to go out like this. Bring up my biceps with the sound of the bell and FLEX as I keep holding you here.

Madison Jones:
The crowd is quiet, some of them worried I've gone over the edge and might literally be about to do something terrible. The Ref comes to raise my hand, I glare at him and he backs away. I then look down to your eyes wanting to see you go out before I free you from my cock and let you breathe again.

Henrik S:
I'm barely holding on, and I tap furiously at your knee. Your cock is so deep down my throat, your cum, clogging my airways, my nose. There’s no stopping you. I'm completely at your mercy, not a word is spoken. It’s clear to all that you could easily kill me. Your cock still deep in my throat. My eyes soon roll back in my skull as I pass out again. My lips stretched tight around your thick cock!!

Madison Jones:
As you start to fade, I continue to look down in your eyes until the darkness takes you. My attention is drawn a split moment later as a girl cries out next to the ring, begging me to stop. Head shifts over to see the girl from before, the daughter of the estate Desiree Hamilton, the one who took a drink from you, and later dropped it. The sound of her voice causes me to relax, and so I rise up off you and tip your head to the side to let whatever cum in your passageway start to drain out.

I am a little shaken by the actions I've been taking. This is still a show, and so I do the final bit. Ref coming in to raise my hand again, I allow it while I hope to hear some coughing from you, that photographer taking pictures of you while you are down.

Henrik S:
I'm unconscious, thoroughly thrashed by you in the end. I start to cough in my unconscious state as air fills my lungs once again. Cum leaks both from my mouth and my hole, my chest rises and falls quickly, desperate to fill my body with air. My little cock is tiny and limp, swollen and also rapidly turning purple instead of its usual baby pink. The ref decides it might be a good idea to get me medical attention and tries his best to get you to leave the ring as EMTs descend from the ramp to care for my unconscious, broken body!!

Madison Jones:
Looking down at you while you cough, I saw one last thing. "Thank the girl, she might have saved you." I then roll out of the ring breathing heavily and then pull you out of the ring while those EMTs are coming. I grow at him, "He's FUCKING FINE." I yell as I pull you over my shoulder. They back off, but start to follow as I make my way back to the changing area.

I don't let the crowd see what is going on my face, the anger slipping away into concern. I'm a nice guy who likes to fuck in the ring, who believes that wrestling is supposed to be fun. This is what happens when it isn't.

— The End —

Published: 2022-08-17, viewed 92 times.