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John_Page: Been contacted by this mouthy kid tmack wanting to show me what he can do.
He has booked this old basement ring and told me to show up at 10.00pm.
I found it and get changed into my ring gear You are not logged in. I get in the ring thinking he will not show. yt
tmack: I showed up right at 10:00pm. Wearing red trunks and red boots. Standing 6' and weighing in at 181 pounds. I slide under the ropes and go to a corner. "Ready to get your ass whoop" yt
John_Page: Wow the kid looks good, me being 5’9’’ and 205 lbs he is taller but I have a good weight advantage. I watch you get in the ring, never mind about ‘arse whoop’ boy are you sure you want this I point to my fit body cuss this match won’t be over till only one of us leaves the ring and that is going to be me. yt
tmack: Seen you pointing to your fit body. I listen to what you had to say. I shook my head. "I am sure, because you will not be the one leaving the ring. You will be too busy looking at the lights wondering how in HELL did I get beat" yt
John_Page: Ok son no need for a bell let’s get started I offer a handshake before we begin wrestling. yt
tmack: I came out and seen you offering a handshake. I Smile and extend my hand then I send a kick to your nice fit body. Yt
John_Page: I was half expecting a dirty trick and as your boot hits my midsection it stings but I grab it and trip your other leg keeping hold of your boot I drop my full bodyweight onto your inner thigh. yt
tmack: You grab my boot and trip me. I land on the mat and you still have my foot.
tmack: You drop your bodyweight on my inner thigh. I let out a scream and I rise up some and back down. Ut
John_Page: Ok I have my target, I hold your leg out and start stomping that inner thigh STOMP STOMP STOMP. “How does that feel son, you got a dead leg yet?”. I step back to see how you stand when you get to your feet. yt
tmack: Ah shit! As you hold out my leg and begin stomping on my inner thigh. Heard you asking me how it feels? "Screw you". You back away and I slowly make it to my feet. Rubbing my inner thigh. Shaking it trying to work the pain out. I start circling you to help work the pain out. Motion for you to come and get it. Yt
John_Page: See you motioning me on I get near you, I dive for that leg tripping you and turning you face down. I stomp the back of your thigh STOMP STOMP then put my foot on the back of your knee and drive it into the canvas before sitting down on your back and putting you into a single leg boston. “You want give me a quick submission son and get an early shower?” yt
tmack: You came at me and grabbing my leg, taking me down and turn me on my stomach. You begin stopping the back of that inner thigh. I let out a scream. Then I felt you drive that knee into the mat. "FUCK!" Then I felt you sitting on my back applying a single leg Boston. I bury my head in the mat as I heard you asking. I raise my head up and yell "NOOO". I start trying to crawl to the ropes. Yt
John_Page: Feeling the heat from your back against my arse I get a reaction in my trunks. “I could do without this kind of distraction until I win but what the hell I have the kid on the ropes here”. Don’t notice you getting near the ropes. I look down at your gorgeous arse perfectly encased in your red trunks take my hand and get a feel of your junk checking to see if you are also getting an arousal. yt
tmack: Feeling you reaching to feel my hard bulge in my red trunks. I reach for the ropes and grab them. My leg is hurting and I scream "Ropes" My bulge is still tenting because of your touch. Yt
John_Page: Woof I am impressed thinking “this young man likes being dominated”. I hear you shout ‘Ropes’ even though there is no ref I always wrestle clean and drop your leg standing back. Move to my corner for a breather watching you slowly get to your feet. yt
tmack: Was hoping for a clean break. I use the rope to stand up. You move back to a corner. I lean on the ropes catching my breath and letting my knee ease up on the pain. I roll out of the ring shaking my leg. I keep an eye on you. Yt
John_Page: I can see you are having problems with the right leg, I smile to myself knowing I have been having my own knee problems latterly but hoping and guessing you know nothing about that. I see you roll out the ring and I mockingly start to count 1..2.. “what’s up kid you had enough?” 3.. 4.. “hey let me help you back”. I jump over the top rope aiming for a flying cross body yt
tmack: Seen you jumping over the top rope going for a flying cross body. I moved at the last minute. You crashed stomach first. I grab that leg that Adam Collins had hurt and I lift it up bending it and slamming your knee on the floor. "How does that feel? Pay back is a bitch!" I rub my kneeJohn_Page: My big knee pads are hiding the bandage. yt
John_Page: You move at the last split second and I land badly in shock. You grab leg and lifting it and slam my recently damaged knee into the hard unprotected floor. “FUCK A SHARP PAIN NO” I instantly know I was not ready to wrestle yet. I still hope it is a coincidence you went for that knee and I try to hide the discomfort I am feeling. I crawl to the ring apron and use it to help myself up yt
tmack: Seen you crawling to the ring and using the ring apron to pull yourself up. I wait for you to fully stand. I come up to your side and send a kick at that knee that I slammed on the floor. In fact I send 2 kicks to that knee. My bulge is tenting in my red trunks. Yt
John_Page: When your first kick hits my knee again I am left in no doubt that you know about my knee realising you must have read the match reports about my title loss to the brutal Australian. I look up at you seeing you grin and as I look down I see the huge tent that has grown in your red trunks. A second kick and go down cracking my forehead on the ring apron. I put my hand to my forehead and to my horror it is smeared with blood. yt
tmack: You go down, cracking your head on the ring apron. Seen you bringing your hand up to your forehead and I see the blood on your hand I stand behind you and I raise your head back and I lean over some and started biting your forehead, trying to open the cut wider.yt.
John_Page: “NO you dirty little fucker”. I scream as your teeth dig into my forehead and try to push you away, I feel a trickle of blood running down my face some goes into my eyes. yt
tmack: My teeth digging into your forehead. Hear you and feeling you trying to push me away. I stop biting I raise my head up and then send a punch into that cut on your forehead.yt
John_Page: Feels like your teeth are like razor blades cutting deep. Unable to see your fist before it hits my forehead opening the cut more and sending me to the ground face first. I am dazed. When I finally lift my head and wipe my eyes I can see a pool of blood has formed where my face was. “You fucker” yt
tmack: My punch sends you face first to the ground. I came over and straddle your back. You raise your head up and see the puddle of blood. I sit on your back and I grab your arms and place them over my thighs. My hands cup your chin. Going for a camel clutch. yy
John_Page: Before I can get up and get back in the ring I feel your hot arse settle on my back and my arms lifted over your knees. “Shit must be the blood loss”; I am getting weaker by the minute. I feel your hands cup my chin and my hard cock feeling unconfutable being forced against the floor under both of our weights. yt
tmack: Knowing my weight is forcing your cock against the hard floor makes my harder. I kept the camel on for a bit but I have something better for you. I release the camel and stood up. I grab your hair and help you to your feet. Lapping at your face while I admire my work. Yt
John_Page: Oh God I feel in big trouble almost ready to submit in your camel when you release me I breathe a deep sigh of relief. Only to be pulled up by the hair. I cannot believe my next sensation “the sick little shit is licking my blood the fucking vampire”. No this cannot be happening its turning me on something wicked. yt
tmack: Licking your blood and I look down at your white trunks and see that it was turning you on. I drag you by the hair towards the ring while still licking your blood. I grab the back of your white trunks and toss you into the ring and I slid in right behind you.yt
John_Page: You licking me has turned me so much I am almost paralysed, unable to do anything and offer almost no resistance as you toss me back into the ring. I sense you closing in behind me and try crawling away saying “YOU SICK BASTARD” yt
tmack: Seeing you crawling away from me and hearing you calling me a sick bastard. I grab the leg that I had worked on earlier. "A Sick Bastard!" I raise my elbow up, aim it at the back inner thigh of that knee and drop an elbow sending the knee to the mat. Yt
John_Page: Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy fuckkkkkkkkkkk my knee again as it is forced into the canvas a loud scream echoes around the empty basement. I roll around clutching my knee desperately trying to think of a way back into this match yt
tmack: Your scream echoes through the building. My bulge is leaking pre-cum. I stand up, looking down at you. "This is a MAN’S sport not a BOY’S". I lean over and grab your hair and help you to your feet.yt.
John_Page: As you pull me up I bring my arm up hard between your legs. As your hands drop to clutch your balls I pull up your head and head-butt your face hurting my own head as much as yours, opening my cut more but smearing your face with my blood. “LICK YOUR OWN FACE NOW MAN”. I pull your head under my armpit and drop back with a DDT. yt
tmack: I bring you to your feet and then I felt your arm nailing my bulge. I let go of your hair and clutch my balls. You raise my head up and head-butt me. I stagger some, one hand on my bulge and one on my head. Feel you smearing your blood on my face and say “Lick your own face now”. Then I feel you pulling my head under your armpit and drop back and my head drove into the mat with a DDT. I grab for my head as I lay on the mat. YT
John_Page: I see you holding your head. Pulling you up I slip my left hand over your shoulder and my right under your crotch, I lift you in a crotch hold and hold you up giving your arse and crotch a good feel before slamming you down, feeling pleased with how my knee stood up to the move. I fall across your chest for a pin 1.. yt
tmack: Feeling you pulling me up and you slide your left hand over my shoulder. Trying to wriggle free, but then you place your right under my crotch. Crotch is still hurting, you lift me up. Your hand is squashing my Crotch. You get to feel how great my crotch and ass feels. You then slam me down on the mat. I land on my back and I grab for my back. You fall across my chest going for a pin. I hear you say 1....and just before you get to 2… I lift a shoulder up off the mat to break the pin. Yt'
John_Page: I slam my fist on the canvas with disappointment and stand up. Stomp your chest. I look down and see my blood has run down my chest, staining my white trunks. Pull you up again. Pushing your head between my knees my hands around you waist I pull you up so your legs are over my shoulders and my face getting a very close up experience of you crotch (WOOF). I plan on delivery a power bomb slowly turning and gauging the distance I need. I feel twinges in my knee “Shit I need to get this match won quickly” yt
tmack: Feeling you getting off of me. Then I feel you stomping my chest...
oooofff. You pull me up again and place my head between your knees. I am struggling to try and get free. Your hands are around my waist. You pull me up and my legs are over your shoulders and your face is getting a great view of my ROCK HARD crotch. I know I have to try and escape. Squirming around hoping that knee does not hold out. I lock my legs around your head...hoping that will get you off balance. Yt
John_Page: Struggling to hold you up and balance you ready for the drop. The view of your cock and the manly musk from your crotch are distracting me. You lock your legs around my head and I feel my knee twist. I YELP falling backwards with you landing full weight on my neck and ribs. yt
tmack: Being trap, I wondering when I was going to feel the pain. My cock is still ROCH HARD in my red trunks. Knowing you are enjoying the scene. I heard you yelp and then you fall backwards. You land on the mat on your back and I ended up landing on your neck and ribs. I shake my head, seeing the blood is running down your chest, I look back at your cock and see that your white trunks are now stained with blood. I look back at you and grab your hair and pull your head up some and start punching away at your forehead. I stop punching took my finger and rub it on that cut. I stand up and go to your feet. I lean down and put an X with your own blood on your ROCK HARD. Yt
John_Page: Oh fuck the wind is knocked from my body as you land on my chest. You lift my head and start punching directly on the wound I can feel the blood really starts to run freely as it floods my eyes and I taste it as it passes over my lips. You rub your fingers into the cut and I yelp at the stinging sensation. My head drops back to the canvas with a bump as you let go and stand. I feel you move your figures across my hard cock making it respond by dispensing a large dollop of pre into my trunks. yt
tmack: I grab that hurt leg and lift it up. I look back at your stain white trunks and see a wet spot by the X. "You get excited when a real man touches your hard cock?" I raise my elbow up and taking aim at that knee. I still have your leg up. Taking my time...wanting you to think your knee is the target. I leak pre cum into my red trunks. I then lower my elbow and I drop your leg and I spread both your legs apart I then turn towards you and leap up and leg drop right on your HARD COCK. "X marks the spot" yt
John_Page: Oh man I feel in big trouble watching you lift my leg and aiming your elbow towards my knee. I can clearly see a dark red patch forming on the pouch of your trunks, I brace myself for the pain I am about to receive directed at my knee when you suddenly change tack and leg drop onto my rock hard dick. I almost pass out from the pain and curl up in a foetal position moaning and clutching my privates. yt
tmack: I have a dark red patch on my red trunks. You curl up from that leg drop I did on your rock hard dick. You are in a foetal position and moaning. Moaning is music to my ears. Seeing you clutching your privates, I walk around the ring. Then I came back over to you and roll you over. I place my rock hard dick on your face and going for a pin. 1... I yell. Yt
John_Page: You roll me over dropping your knees on my shoulders your rock-hard dick on your face. Your sticky pouch rubs my nose and mouth, turning me on, more and more as you shout 1… I feel beaten and humiliated by you but as you shout 2… I lift my shoulder just enough to break the count. yt
tmack: More blood got on my trunks as I laid my ROCK HARD cock on your face. I count to 2 and you are able to lift a shoulder off the mat. I sit up and look down at you. I stand up and I move over to a corner. I climb the turnbuckle and I stand on the top rope. Looking down at you, I stand there for a bit. I leap off going for a body splash. Yt
John_Page: I watch as your raise your trunks off my face and I see the outline off you cock is soaked with a mixture of your pre-cum, sweat and my blood. I watch as you climb the ropes and turn. I know what you are about to do and know I only have one chance to turn this around. I watch you leap off and I time it perfectly. As you are in mid air and unable to abort your splash, I roll to my right. I hear and feel the crash as your body lands on the hard canvas. yt
tmack: I am in the air with my perfect body in flight. I am coming down for a body splash. As I was getting close I see you rolling out of the way. My eyes go wide. I crash into the mat. You hear a THUD! I grab for my stomach as I roll around on the mat. Yt
John_Page: I see you in trouble but knowing I cannot lift you again or perform any high flying manoeuvres my options are limited. I crawl over and put my arse on your face and start pummelling your ads with my fist while attempting to smother you. THUD THUD THUD I feel your abs slowly giving way while I press your face deep into my white lycra covered arse. yt
tmack: Stomach is in pain and you crawl over and put your ass on my face. I am trying to breath but I am smelling your scent. Then I feel you begin pummelling my abs. Abs already sore from missing the body splash. I moan as your punches continually pound away at my abs. You keep on pressing my face deep into your white lycra covered ass. I cough as my face is deep in your ass. I raise my hand up trying to shove your ass off of my face. Still taking those abs shots. Yt
John_Page: I feel you trying to push my arse of your face but I love the feeling of smothering you so I push back harder. “NOW BOY YOU LIKE MY ARSE DON’T REJECT IT” Two more hard punches to your abs and I rise off your face, open my legs, roll you over and pull your face onto my blood soaked pouch. I close my legs around your neck in a fig4/triangle choke only sorry I am unable to clinch it in tighter on account of the throbbing knee. yt
tmack: Taking two more hard punches to my abs, as your arse pushes back harder on my face. Then I feel you rise off my face. I start breathing some fresh air into my lungs. But then you open your legs and roll over and you pull my face into your blood soaked pouch. I squirm trying to move my head back out but you lock your legs around my neck in a figure 4 triangle choke. Feeling that you cannot lock it in tighter I try to take advantage of it. I reach my hands up and start trying to pull your legs apart. My face is still in your blood soak pouch. Yt
John_Page: I feel you trying to extricate your head from my choke and I put both hands on the back of your head pulling your face deeper into my crotch. I just cannot get a good enough grip around your neck and the feeling of your deep breathing against my cock is extremely distracting I try one last squeeze. yt
tmack: trying to pry your legs apart and I feel you put both hands on the back of my head and pulling me deeper into your crotch. I am breathing harder. Feeling you squeezing again, I begin to lick your blood soaked crotch hoping that it would distract you. I continue to lick your HARD ROCK dick through your white stained trunks. My ROCK HARD is forced against the mat. When I think you are enjoying my licking, I BITE down HARD on your HARD ROCK Cock. Yt
John_Page: You start to lick my trunks and the feeling starts to drive me crazy. When I start to relax enjoying the feeling of your mouth on my trunks and OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW you arsehole the pain as you bite hard on my dick, my legs fly open. yt
tmack: Hear you screaming and feeling your legs fly open, I stop biting but I lick it one more time and then I pull away. I wipe the blood off my mouth. I go and lean against the rope rubbing my neck and my abs. My abs took some punishment when I missed the body splash and you began slamming punches into them. I walk back over to you as I continue to hold my abs. I try to stomp down on your injured knee. yt
John_Page: My cock throbs from your hard bite but remains solid. As you go to stomp my injured knee I grab your leg and pull you back down. I know now I must take a new approach and weaken you by other means. I go between your legs pull your legs up either side of my neck and onto my shoulders and start to lick the outline of your cock and balls the smell of your sweaty trunks making me light headed but drives me on, sucking your balls and licking your cock. I feel your reaction as you tense up and then moan. “YES BOY YOU LIKE THIS” yt
tmack: You grab my leg and pull me back down. I go on the defines. Trying to kick free, but you go between my legs and pull my legs on either side of your neck. "You did not learn from the last time you put my legs up by your neck." But then a funny thing happens. You start to lick the outline of my dick in my red trunks. I look at you surprised. I am ready to wrap my legs around your neck but I stop. Then you started sucking my balls and licking my cock. I am thinking what the hell. I start to moan and I hear what you said. Saying I like this. It feels great. Yt
John_Page: I feel you relax I look up at you saying “did we agree on a forced ejaculation to win” I do not wait for the answer. I pull down the waistband of your trunks and remove your cock stroking it putting some of my fresh blood on it to lubricate it. “GIVE IT TO ME MAN” yt
tmack: I hear your making your comments. "win by Ejaculation....this is a wrestling match" Before I can finish my statement you pull down my red trunks waistband and remove my 8 inch HARD COCK and using some of your fresh blood to lubricate it begin stoking it. Hear you say give it to me man. I start moaning. I squirm a bit trying to get away. But I am enjoying it. Yt
John_Page: “YOU LIKE THIS BOY, WELL TOUGH” I stop as you get near cuming and turn you into a full boston crab start bouncing on your back. Only wishing I had more strength. yt
tmack: AH SHIT! I scream, you stop and you turn me onto my stomach and have me in a Boston Crab. You start bouncing on my back. I am screaming as you bounce on my back. I try to move towards the ropes. Yt
John_Page: I feel you moving towards the ropes. I pull you back I stand keeping hold of your legs twist your body slightly and start stomping on your neck and head STOMP STOMP “YOU GIVE OR YOU WANT MORE SON” yt
00:47 tmack: You pull me back and as you stand, I try to kick my leg free from your hand as you twist my body and start stomping on my neck and head. I scream in pain, trying to pull my legs free from your grip. NOOOO I will not give. Yt
John_Page: STOMP STOMP again but I feel your legs slipping out of my grip "COME ON KID GIVE IT UP OR I WILL KNOCK YOU OUT" yt
tmack: "You are going to have to knock me out ".You continue to stomp away. I yank on my leg and get one free. I go to send that free leg right toward your face. Yt
John_Page: As I stomp, your right leg slips out I bend down to grab it again and you lift it kicking me in my face and unfortunately for me, it hits me directly on my bleeding forehead. I fall to the canvas clutching my head. yt
tmack: I am able to free myself. I pull my ROCK HARD Cock back into my red trunks. You are on your back on the mat and clutching your head. I lay on my back getting some wind back into my abs, working out the pain from that Boston, taking some time to gather myself. Yt
John_Page: I pull my hands away from my forehead noticing they are absolutely covered in blood now. I crawl to the ropes pulling myself up. I see you also in trouble from my relentless stomps to your head. I stumble over to you and reach down grabbing you by your hair. yt
tmack: Took a breather for a bit, seeing you pulling yourself up with the ropes. You stumble over to me and reach down and grab my hair and pulling me up. I get to my feet and then I thrust my thumb right into your bloody throat. Yt
John_Page: As I get you to your feet you thrust your thumb into my throat. I start to gasp and cough drooping to my knees in front of you clutching my throat thinking “what a dirty wanker” yt
tmack: You are gasping and coughing as you drop to your knees in front of me, clutching your throat. Since there is no ref, I step behind you and wrap my arms around your throat, just below your chin. This is considering as an illegal choke hold....but since no ref... I start squeezing harder. Yt
John_Page: You move behind me and wrap your arms around my throat below my chin instantly I know I am in big trouble and desperately try with both hands to shift your arms as they get tighter and my head starts spinning in seconds I have no strength left in my arms to offer any offence my arms drop to my sides and I feel a darkness descend yt
tmack: The blood is flowing from your forehead. I see your arms drop down to your side. I know you are close to being put out. I hold it a little longer. BUT NO I don't want to end it this way. I release the hold yt
John_Page: As I start to black out you release me. My head flops onto my chest, my eyes rolling back in my head. Almost all my fight has left my body now but still the smallest glimmer of hope remains in my ‘never say die’ mind. yt
tmack: Your head flops onto your chest. I smile when I see that. Knowing that I can finish this match, I grab your hair and bring you to your feet. I walk us back toward a corner. I push you so your back is up against the corner. I step back watching you for a few seconds, making sure you are still out of it. I am going to set you up for the kill so to speak. My bulge in my red trunks is tenting big time. Yt
John_Page: Grabbing my hair again you pull me up walking me back to the corner. I have to hold onto the top rope to keep myself up knowing I have very little left in the tank. You step back and I and get full view of the huge tent in the front of your red trunks. Thinking “this arsehole is getting turned on bigtime and God knows what he is going to do with that cock if he wins.” yt
tmack: Seeing you holding onto the top rope to keep yourself up. I walk with confidence over to that corner. I know I have this match in the bag. I lift you up on the top turnbuckle. You are in a sitting position. I double my fist and throw it at your face. I take a step back so that the blood on your face does not splatter on my awesome body. Yt
John_Page: I am feeling pretty helpless as you easily lift me onto the top turnbuckle. I can see the confidence in your face which is in contrary to my look of despair. Your fist smacks into my face again and the blood flows down my face and my chest freely before forming a poll under the turnbuckle. yt
tmack: I look down at your blood on the mat. It gives me an idea as you are still sitting on that turnbuckle. I start to climb the ropes. I get to the second rope. My bulge is level with your bloody face. I lean forward, letting my bulge in my red trunks touch your bloody face as I begin to rub it around your face. I also lean my head closer to your face and begin licking your bloody face. I did that for a bit and when I think you are really enjoying yourself by glancing down at your bulge. I stop licking your face and slap it hard. Yt
John_Page: You climb to the second rope your tenting trunks level with my face. Leaning in, you rub it all over my blooded face. The smell of your manly musky crotch goes directly to my brain and causes my cock to flex and ooze pre into my own trunks. Leaning forward, you then lick the blood from my face again, almost making me shoot my load. I am brought back to reality with a sharp hard slap to my face. Now feeling totally beaten and humiliated by the younger wrestler, I accept my fate. yt
tmack: The slap to the face bought you back. I grab your head and place it under my arm pit. I then reach down and grab a fist full of your white stained trunks. I am trying to lift you up off the ropes. Yt
John_Page: I feel you place my head under your armpit and grab my trunks and start to lift. I take my right fist and punch you just under your ribcage THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP. Feeling you loosen your grip I pull out my head from under your armpit pull your head up and head-butt as hard as I can on your nose. yt
tmack: Thinking I had you just where I wanted you. I go to try and lift you up and all of a sudden I feel your right fist punch just under my ribcage. I feel at least 4 punches. You were able to pull your head from my armpit. I am trying to keep my balance and rubbing my rib cage. FUCK!! Then you pull my head up and I see your head leaning back and head butt me on my nose. I lose my balance and fall to the mat and landing on my back. I reach up and rub my nose, noticing blood slowly coming out of it. Pain making me arch my back I was not expecting this at all. Yt
John_Page: I see you land hard on your back below me looking stunned with blood coming out of your nose. I jump down lifting your legs, push them over your head and pinning your shoulders to the canvas, I push down as hard as I can my cock resting on your arse-crack I lift my feet onto the bottom rope and shout ONE yt
tmack: You jump down and I feel you grabbing my legs and bending over my head, using your weight as you push dow on my shoulders. I feel your cock on my ass. I hear you count ONE I am stunned at your came-back. I try to break free but your weight is keeping me held down. Yt
John_Page: Using my feet on the bottom rope to help me keep your shoulders pinned I rub my cock against your arse and shout TWO yt
tmack: Feeling you rubbing your cock on my ass and I try to lift my shoulder off the mat but somehow you are able to keep your weight on me as you yelled TWO.....I moved my head around and seen your foot on the ropes, but was it in time. Yt
John_Page: FUCK NO you see my feet on the ropes and I know I have been rumbled. I break the pin and let your legs drop. I stand and pull you up by your hair holding your head back I lick some of your blood off your face then look into your eyes and bring my knee up into your stomach. yt
tmack: You let my legs drop to the mat. My nose is still bleeding. I touch my nose and it does not feel broken. Then as you stand up you grab my hair and pull me up. You lean my head back and begin licking my blood. "You thought I was a Sick Bastard?" I thought for a second...some of the moves you have used on me. Is some that I used on you. You are looking into my eyes. My bulge leaking pre cum in my red trunks and then I felt your knee crash into my stomach.. oooffffffff yt
John_Page: I yank your head down between my knees and put my arms around your waist, lifting you up I have your gorgeous against in my face. As I bite your left arse-cheek I feel my knee start to give way and I prematurely drop to my knees driving your head into the canvas with a piledriver, unfortunately it is nowhere near as hard as I intended. I yelp as my knee collides with the canvas but I keep calm. Roll you onto your back lift up your legs tucking them under my armpits and sit my arse down hard onto your face, I have you folded up under my arse and grab the back waistband of your trunks to make sure I have you rolled up tight. yt
tmack: Feel you place my head between your legs and your hand lifting me up. Felt you biting my left ass cheek. You hold me in place but sudden you drop my head to the mat. My head nails the mat, but not with a lot of force. I lay there holding my head.
tmack: You roll me over onto my back and placing my legs under your arm pits and setting your ass on my face. Trying to squirm out of this situation. Yt
John_Page: I feel you trying to squirm, I push my arse down tight on your face attempting to smother you while I pin you. I pull on your trunks harder exposing your buns. Shouting ONE…. yt
tmack: Feeling you pushing your ass down on my face trying to smother me. I took a breath but could not get any air into my lungs.
tmack: Feeling some air on my ass cheek only because you have a hold of my trunks. Blood from my nose is getting on the ass of your white trunks. Trying to get out of this but not being able to breath is not helping any. Yt
John_Page: My arse starts to feel wet as the blood from your nose soaks the arse of my white trunks. I push my arse-crack down harder onto that sore nose making sure you can get no air. TWO…. yt
tmack: Gagging as I try to breathe and you just continuing to push your ass down hard against my nose. Last effort in trying to stay in the match I bite your ass. Do not know if it was enough or in time
John_Page: FUCK you bite my arse hard I yelp and jump up only for my knee to give way and I fall back down. yt
tmack: Biting your ass did the trick and in the nick of time. I am gasping for air...taking it in. Seen you jump up and when you land I seen you falling. I knew that knee had to give you some problem. I stand up. "You want to use my moves against me. See how you like this” I sit my ass right on your face. I grab that hurt knee and lift it up to keep you from going anywhere yt
John_Page: NO NO NO I see your red trunks descending, it settles on my face my nose going between your cheeks, your man sent fills my brain making me almost shoot into my trunks as you lift my leg my cries are muffled. yt
tmack: I press my ass down hard on your bloody face. In fact I begin moving my ass around your face. I grab your hair and I forced your face further up my ass. I glance back at your bulge. "I know you are getting to smell what a real man smell like" yt
John_Page: You press your arse down harder and move it around making sure my face gets covered with your sent before you grab my hair and pull my face in tight, my nose firmly locked into the your arse-crack with only the material of your trunks stopping my nose being swallowed up. Now I unable to breathe anything but your intoxicating odour. My cock starts throbbing as I feel I am nearing an explosion. I know I only have seconds to do something or an ejaculation will sap the reminder of my strength. yt
tmack: Pressing my ass down harder and forcing your face further into my ass crack. I know you should be having problems breathing. I glance back and see your cock growing. Wondering if your white stained trunks could hold your cock inside any longer. I stand up, I still have a hold of your hair and I bring you up. Before you could make it all the way I thrust my hip forward making my cock hit you in your mouth. Yt
John_Page: Feeling very dizzy from a lack of oxygen You pull me up by my hair and as I my face gets level with your trunks you hit my mouth with your cock. I see red and grab both your legs, pulling them towards me, sending you flat on your back I climb onto your chest reach back and pull your legs up. I move my knees onto your shoulders put my wet oozing pouch on you face and press your legs onto the canvas above your head shouting ONE…. yt
tmack: You grab both of my legs and pull and sending me on my back. Surprising me once again as my back hits the mat. Before I can react you reach back and pull my legs up and you move your knees onto my shoulders. Your wet oozing pouch is right on my face. I try moving my head to one side to get that wet oozing pouch off of me. My legs are above my head once again. Trying to squirm free somehow, I hear you say ONE. Yt
John_Page: Pushing your legs down on the canvas hard and my knees firmly on your shoulders I rub my cock hard over your face while feeling my orgasm building, wondering if I will be able to hold it before I can pin you. TWO….yt
tmack: I hear you saying TWO. I trying to move my hand up and slapping that knee. You have your knees firmly on my shoulder. Your rub your cock hard over my face. I am trying anything to escape this pin. Yt
John_Page: I feel you slapping my knee AHHHHHHHHH FUCKER, THREE I gasp and cannot hold onto my orgasm any longer. I flood my trunks and coat your face as I let go of your legs. I keep my crotch firmly on your face as I raise my hands. yt
tmack: Hear you scream out THREE and you have an orgasm. Your cum coats my face as you let go of my legs. You keep your crotch firmly on my face as you raise your hands. I swipe your crotch away from me and I hit that knee again as I go to push you off of me. Yt
John_Page: YESSSSSSSSSS Celebrating my win by literally rubbing it into your face when you hit my injured knee again “YAYYYYYYYYY FUCK MAN” I yell in pain as you push me off bringing an abrupt end to my celebrations. I lay on the ring floor holding my knee seeing you get up looking ‘mad as hell. Knowing only too well the disappointment of losing I try to calm you down “Hey don’t be such a bad sport kid” yt
tmack: After you literally rub your win in my face. You lay on the floor holding your knee. I heard your comment. I wipe your cum off my face and rub my hand all over your bloody and face. Cum plus blood might not mix well. I then roll you over on your stomach and I strip your white trunks off. I sit on your legs as I lower my red trunks. Blood is still coming from my nose. My 8 inch is leaking pre cum. I thrust my 8 inch cock into you. Thrust it in hard and the dick head taps against your prostrate. Not saying a word at all. Yt
John_Page: You prick wiping my cum of your face and mixing it with the blood that is still flowing, some going into my eyes and making them sting and water. You roll me over onto my stomach and strip off my blood and cum soaked trunks, throwing them out of the ring. You sit on my legs making me YELP with pain as your weight pushes my right knee into the canvas. I realise too late what you are going to do I SCREAM as you thrust your hard 8 inch cock hard into my unprepared arse-crack. Your cock goes so deep it taps against my prostate making my cock instantly hard and leak again. “HEY MAN I FUCKIN WON WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING” not a word from you. yt
tmack: I smile as you are yelling about winning the match. I pull my dick out and thrust it back in and tap your prostate once again. I reach under you as your cock is hard and leaking again. I place a hand over it and begin stoking it softly.. Yt
John_Page: OH MY GOD you have me begging to cum after you take out your cock and push it back in then reach under me and stroke my cock softly. I mumble “You arsehole it should be me fucking you” but you have me begging to cum. yt
tmack: I am leaking cum inside of you. I pull my cock back out and thrust it back in a third time and it taps your prostate again. I begin stroking faster on your cock. "I know you are enjoying this!" Still putting my wait on that hurt knee of yours. Hearing you begging is like music to my ears. Yt
John_Page: I feel the pain in my knee but the pleasure you are giving me acts as an analgesic. I feel my arse chamber getting wet and know your juices are flowing. You pull out and push back in while stroking my cock faster, your cock taps my prostate harder now and I begin to shake as my pending orgasm almost passes the point of no return. yt
tmack: I was stroking your cock fast. I decided to stop stroking your cock. I can feel it being really HARD. I then explode inside of you. I pull my cock out and let the cum flow onto your back and ass cheeks, I grab your hair and pull your head back. I rub my cock cum in your hair and let my cum flow onto your bloody face and eyes. I grab your hair and place your face down on the bloody floor and rub your face in the pool of blood and cum. I laugh as I am rubbing your face in. I get up and grab my red trunks and walk away. Yt
John_Page: I am almost going to shoot my load and you cruelly stop stroking me, curtailing my orgasm. I feel your cock explode in my arse, pulling out you coat my arse cheeks and back before yanking my head back and finishing cuming in my hair and on my blooded face. Laughing you push my face down and rub it into my own pool of blood before picking up your trunks and walking away. I frustration shout “FUCKING BAD LOSER” yt
tmack: I look back at you. "Who was the true loser in this match? I smile as the blood is still coming out of my nose, still looking at you. " I mean you got fucked up....bleeding, your knee gave out on you.... and you felt a REAL MAN’S cock in your ass and you did not get to finish your orgasm. So guess who is the real loser here? YOU.
John_Page: With blood flowing from my forehead, my knee throbbing you’re cum flooding my arse. I am left stroke my own cock to finish my own orgasm, thinking I want this arsehole back in this ring for round two.
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Published: 2021-07-09, viewed 44 times.
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