International Pro Wrestling

Madison Jones: Madison is excited to have his first official match as part of International Pro Wrestling. His opponent tonight is a young buck being flown in from Canada. He reads up on the kid, literally a kid in this case as he is named Kid Canada. "Hmm, keen to make a name for himself. Pisses people off?" Madison grins reading up on him in the locker room before the match.

Kid Canada: After some much unwarranted drama, I am back in the IPW ring. The boss has scheduled me to take on this new guy to the scene, and the fed. He teases me how I may have a chance against this newbie given my track record in the fed. I give him no mind as I get ready as usual. And we're in San Francisco, local gym. I am already out in the ring before you've arrived. Stretching and warming up in a pair of red trunks, filling my 5'10" 180 lbs. frame nicely. Working up a bit of a sweat as I am waiting for my opponent. Been minutes now, and they do like to make me wait while have me in the spotlight for the crowd and camera, catching my every stretches. Every flex of my increasingly moist muscles, feeling the heat from the humidity of this room.

Madison Jones: I come out from back stage, the local crowd cheering for me despite me not having any music setup yet. I'm wearing my usual blue trunks, now with a american flag sewn into the right side waist band. Seeing my opponent out in the ring already, I check him out while waving to the crowd. A buff little guy, a little younger than me. I slide into the ring, climb my turn buckle, and hold my right arm up, while clapping my left fist on my chest. Drop down and face the kid. The Ref comes over.

Madison Jones: "The following is a Forced Cum Submission Match! Each competitor is required to make their opponent cum before they can win the match by submission. Stakes of the match, Loser gets fucked!" The crowd cheers. I smile and go to the center of the ring, hands raised up ready to lock up.

Kid Canada: I continue to stretch, all warmed up just when you show up from backstage. I look over, checking you out, and you're getting some instant reaction from the crowd already. Big, beefy frame. You have got a few pounds of solid muscles on me from the look of it. And when you get up to the turnbuckle, the small crowd is eating it up. I get up to my feet, bounce on my barefeet a little, shaking my arms to get mentally ready. But when I heard what this match is, I am a bit surprised. "What? Nobody told me that!" But then the Red just smiles, he is a friend of the boss and he reminds me that I am obligated to do just about any type of match as per my contract. I look back at you, and get to a stance. Trying to prepare myself for this. When I see you raising your hands, I cautiously raise mine, one at a time, to lock my fingers in and flex hard trying to outmuscle you even as you're bigger.

Madison Jones: "Nice to meet you." I press into your hands, starting to move you towards your corner, a big dumb grin on my face. I'm either really enjoying this, or imagining what I'm going to do to you, or maybe both. Either way you are right that I out muscles you a little despite our similar frames.

Kid Canada: "Nice to...UGGHHHHHHHHHHH" my face quickly turned, a pained expression on my face when I feel your grip tightening against my fingers. They are forced back a bit, so did my wrists. Fuck, you are strong, and your size difference pays off, as I look up, seeing that grin on your face as I am forced to take a step back, one at a time. I flex hard, muscles bulging, but I am just buying time, as soon I find my back against the corner, you leaning in. I try to ram my knee against your abs as you still have a firm grip on my hands, after I failed to pull them free.

Madison Jones: You knee me in the gut, and I let out a grunt. My abs are strong still, immaculate even, and absorb this early damage with ease. I feel you trying to get your hands free from grip, but I keep our hands held tight, my finger nails digging into the back of your hands slightly. I rear my had back, then slam it forward into your face while you are in the corner, our foreheads colliding dead together between the eyes.

Kid Canada: My knee connecting, but in this position, I wasn't able to put much force behind it. You absorbing the blow and clamp onto my fingers. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I grunt out loud, and you can feel the heat from my increasingly sweaty muscles. I flex and try to twist my arms free, but it's too late when I see your head tossing back, and your smash your forehead right into mine. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH you feel my grip loosening up, but your grip still firm as my knees feel wobbly and I topple against the corner. You keeping my hands in your firm grip. The crowd are cheering, they love what they are seeing from this rookie.

Madison Jones: Feel your legs wobble and you topple, I put your arms over the rope while letting go of your hands. You suspended there with the ropes under your pits holding you up, I climb up to the middle rope, my blue bulge and embroidered american flag right in front of your face. Reaching down with my left hand, I grab a fist full of hair to keep your head stable, and raise my right hand up forming a fist. The crowd starts cheering having seen me do this before. I start punching down at your head, the crowd counting as I do. One! Two! Three!

Kid Canada: You pull on my hands, until you have my arms over the ropes. The top ropes digging up against my bushy pits. I am still dazed, trying to shake my head. My arms finally free but they're draped over the top ropes which help supports my wobbly frame as I still try to recover from the headbutt. I try to look up just when your bulge presses against my bearded face. You can feel my hot breath on your crotch, and I wince from that painful grip, before you start raining down fists down to the top of my head. ARGHHHHHHHHHH ARGHHHHHHHH ARGHHHHHHHHHHH skull splitting pain as I hear the crowd chants. Your fist connecting hard, and has me seeing stars.

Madison Jones: As the punching continues, you notice through the hits that my bulge is growing more and more tent-like as the punishment continues. Seven! Eight! Nine! The crowd chants. I stop punching moving both hands up behind my neck, and pivot my hips around in a circle, rubbing my crotch all over your hot bearded face.

Kid Canada: I am dazed by your fists, as they come fast and hard. The crowd is fully into this now, minutes into your debut match, counting with you, cheering you on. You have me drooling as my head falls forward against your bulge. Twitching, moaning. And you were rewarded with even bigger cheers when you sway your hips against my face.

Madison Jones: I then jump up and come crashing down, my fist in the back of your head with the crowd exploding. TEN! As you fall to the mat, I do a circle around the ring, clearly enjoying this, a big goofy grin on my face. After doing a full lap, I turn towards you, crouching down, watching what you are doing next.

Kid Canada: You jump up and come down hard, your fist landing hard against the back of my head, ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH dropping my face first into the canvas. The crowd cheers, counting 10 with you. And as you do a full lap around the ring, they cheer each side you go. I am reeling from the punches, drifting in and out, feeling the skull crushing pain. As you crouch down, you can see me face and stomach down, droplets of sweat covering my entire body now, making my body glisten. You see me drooling, eyes glassy. My drool forming a pool, and suddenly my body reacts, but it was an involuntarily twitch which causes some of my sweat to bounce onto your boots.

Madison Jones: Seeing you lay there, I actually get concerned. Did go overboard? I rush over over to you laying down, and start shaking your shoulder, "You Ok Kid?" The Ref, surprised to see such compassion, also comes over to check on you.

Kid Canada: UGHHHHHHHH I start to come to, eyes blinking, lifting my hand to my forehead, shaking my head as I try to shake off the cobweb. Moaning, "yeah..." I say, head still hurting but I start to push myself up. "He is fine, don't let him fool you, this one. He's taken beating much worse!" The Ref tells you.

Madison Jones: I look up at the Ref, a surprised look on my face. I almost raise an objection, but the crowd start cheering for me to take action. I grit my teeth. "Sorry Kid." I grab your head with both hands, bringing you up to your feet. Grabbing one arm, I swing you towards the ropes getting ready for you if you rebound towards me, but secretly hoping you won't.

Kid Canada: The Ref winks at you, when you apologize to me. I shake my head again, but your thick meaty hands grab a tight hold of my head, you bring me to my wobbly feet. My head is starting to clear now, and the crowd starts cheering, cheering loud for the action to resume, but have little time to compute when I get swung towards the ropes, I bounce back, my barefeet rushing on the canvas, quickly back towards you.

Madison Jones: I rush towards you as you rebound back, and would normally go for a spear to your gut. Instead I slow down as I get to the center, instead catching you with both arms around your waist. I crouch down, squeeze it hard, but not too hard, and then lift you up into the air into a bearhug. "Scream!" I yell at you, yet you can tell I'm not using full power.

Kid Canada: I rush back towards you, rush right into your hug as you lift me off my feet. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH my bulge pressing against your abs, my hairy legs wrapping against that strong muscle thighs of yours, trying to lesson the pain on my back and ribs. UGHHHHHHHHHHH I moan out loud, as I am trapped. You are strong, but not using your full power yet. I am dripping in sweat as I try to push you off me weakly, pressing against your shoulders.

Kid Canada: But you feel my bulge growing, and my cock throbbing against your abs. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I flex hard, grunting, refusing to scream as I shake my head, "no..." The ref comes in, he tells you, "You feel that don't you?" Maybe you don't know what he's talking about at first, but you realize that he's referring to my bulge and throbbing cock. "You come across opponents like this, and the right thing to do is to crush them. Listen to the crowd. They are loving it..." He say to the rookie.

Madison Jones: "Oh man, this is my first match! I got to make a good impression." I think to myself. I can hear you grunting in pain. Having been injured myself before, I don't want to break a person. I reposition my hands to behind your ass, and proceed to apply pressure there pressing your bulge into my abs. I can feel your hardon pushing into me, its uncomfortable, but I hold you like this for a good 30 seconds, the crowd cheering.

Kid Canada: The ref giving you a wink again. As I try to push you off me, I fail to do so as you are strong. You are even stronger than your size would suggest. You switch your arms so that they are behind my ass now. Now crushing my ass and pressing my bulge hard against your abs. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I continue to flex and push on you, but I am forced to dry hump your abs, as some precum leaks to my trunks, and you can feel it on your abs as you hold me tight, UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Madison Jones: I adjust my hands around your torso to under your pits, holding you there, then drop down to sitting, letting your body fall between my legs. There is a loud slam, echoing through the arena. I move my legs over your arms, pinning you down, your full torso and chest on display. Reaching down, I pull your red trunks halfway down your thighs, your ass now pressed against my abs, and your dick on display to me, the crowd, and the ref. I grip your dick with my right hand.

Kid Canada: After a minute of dry humping in this modified bearhug, you have me leaking by the time you adjust your hands, holding me by my hairy pits, showing off your power before you drop me down hard, my back hits the mat as I yell out from the pain. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I feel your huge legs pinning my arms, and my hairy legs press against your shoulders. My ass against your abs when you pull my trunks down to my thighs. I moan, my legs twisting against your torso, as you grab my cock, putting it on display. Some snaps and flashes coming from the crowd as they take pictures and videos of this, a rookie that is showing so much promises

Madison Jones: "I'm sorry." I say quietly, hoping you can hear me, then immediately follow up by yelling "CUM BOY!" I start stroking your dick, using your precum as lube. I rub my thumb down on your tip in a circle while stroking, my left hand reaching down round your right thigh towards your ass. You can feel my fingers sliding over your crack, starting to move into your cheeks.

Kid Canada: UGHHHHHHHH I am reeling from the pain, as I am pinned and folded, struggling but your muscles manage to pin me down as I have nowhere to go. I can hear you mumbling something, before you tell for me to cum. The crowd immediately cheer, rarely do they see such a powerful debut. And as you stroke my cock, I try to resist, but can't as I feel myself getting loader, and your fingers in my ass just drive me to the edge. My face wincing, as my body tenses, on the verge of blowing my load.

Madison Jones: I press my fingers up in your ass, against your hole, but not in. I smile widely as I do, the Ref nodding as the thinks I'm fingering you. I stroke you faster, hoping get this over with, again yelling "CUM!" To my surprise the crowd starts chanting it, fuck what have I done?

Kid Canada: I feel your finger teasing my ass, making me moan loud, and that's enough to drive me over the edge, make me wild. Even the crowd is chanting for you to make me cum, the Ref nodding watching the rookie making an impressing, as you stroke faster, I can't hold back any longer and start to blast my load all over. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Madison Jones: As you start shooting your load, the ref suddenly looks away, as if something caught his attention. He wanders over to the turn buckle, looking around as if there might be somebody hiding, all the while your hot load splatters on your chest and my hand. I slow down the jerking, happy to move this along to the submission, starting to remove my legs. The Ref comes back over now, looking at me starting to let go of you, and he raises his hands, and makes a jerking motion with one. MY GOD, he's pretending you didn't blow your load yet. What the fuck is going on?

Kid Canada: I blast all over, drained, and as you let go of my arms and legs, my body collapsing onto the mat in a heap. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH I moan, twitching, exhausted. Sweat covering my entire body, glistening under the lights. Cum starting to dry up a bit on my chest, heaving up and down. The ref comes in, smears his shoe on my chest a little as if he's trying to get rid of the evidence of me ever cuming, before he rolls me over onto my stomach. My muscle ass flopping, bare, as my trunks is still down my hairy thighs. I have no idea of whats going on, or why he didn't call the emission, but I try to drag myself back towards the ropes, trying to catch my breath.

Madison Jones: I get up and argue with the ref, shoving my hand right up in his face where he can see your cum on it. He shakes his head, insisting that it is only "Precum", and points to you now crawling away. I sigh, the crowd conflicted over this. I look over to you and sigh, me breathing somewhat heavily myself from all this exertion, and then go over grabbing you by the head. I pull you a little ways back toward the center, lifting you up, and wrap around you applying a Ab Stretch.
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Madison Jones: I keep the pressure light, reaching down and grabbing your dick again in my hand, and again start stroking you. I bring my head down to your ear and say "He didn't count it."

Kid Canada: While you and the ref is arguing, one of the camera man has his camera trained on me. I am out of it, didn't even care to pull my trunks back up as I try to drag my body back towards the ropes. As you look over, you can see him pointing the camera as my wiggling ass and back as I slowly make my way to the side. But then you stop me on my tracks, grabbing me by my hair and pull me back towards the centre of the ring. My ass sliding on the mat, leaving some sweat behind. You then pull me up and start to stretch me out, not applying much pressure, but when I flex and try to escape, you don't bulge, not one bit. You grab my cock and start to stroke me again, putting me on display. "no... no..." I say, my cock and balls hurting now as you try to work my load so soon, feeling my sweaty muscles shaking and flexing. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH but slowly, very slowly, I am starting to work up a second load...

Madison Jones: I keep stroking you, now using your previous cum as lube on my hand to help. You can feel this whole situation is turning me on as you feel my bulge very hard against your ass. I see you squirming as the second load starts to work up. I need to plan this out just right, because I don't want the ref to make me torture this poor kid again for third load if this fails.

Kid Canada: I keep stroking me, and you feel my cock getting harder and harder, but at a slower pace than before. I flex and try to escape, but I can't, even as you are not applying much pressure. I am trapped. After a minute or so, I just moan, my muscles hanging limply, and sweat drips. I moan weakly, almost as if I am giving into this now. The Ref even coming in, "hold on a second" he tells you, and he goes on and fix my sweaty back, slicking them back a bit, making sure I look good for the camera man and the crowd. "go on..." he says "lets see if you can get a load from this carcass" he winks as you get me loader and loader. But it's taking time. After a couple more minutes my muscles start to shake and tense up, you have me on edge once more. UGHHHHHHHHHHHH

Madison Jones: As you are on the edge, I slow down and grin as though in pain. "Ref!" I motion toward me with a head jerk. He falls for it, he gets his head up to mine, and I suddenly wrap my free arm I'm jerking you with around his neck, in a head lock, pulling his head just inches from your cock. His face in perfect view, there is no way he can "miss" it now. I crank on the final jerks, waiting for you to shoot again.

Kid Canada: When it's all said and done, this may break the record of the longest ab stretch in IPW history. A pool of sweat has formed under my feet, and I am stretched out, trapped limply as you take the time to slowly work my cock again. You even get the ref unto a headlock,as he is inches away from my cock.

Kid Canada: I am on the verge of blowing my load. UGHHHHHHHHHH muscles shaking. He looks up at you, with a devilish grin.

Kid Canada: When you go hard feeling I am ready to blow, you feel my body shaking as I moan hard, the ref has put his thumb against my cockhead, squeezing tight, denying me of my load as he forces it to subside. "NO, no..." I moan in protest. "Two can play this game..." He smiles at you.

Madison Jones: This dirty bastard! This whole thing has legitimately worn me out some, especially holding us up like this for so long.

Madison Jones: He is pushing his thumb down, and the kid is on his second load which has less power. I got to remove the Ref's hand. I "Accidently" step on his foot while pivoting my weight, causing him to reach back in pain. "Now kid!" I say as I stroke you faster hoping you will finally shoot.

Kid Canada: The Ref yells out as you step on his foot, he releases my cockhead but he knows that the damage has been done, as my load has been subsided, painfully so. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I am in so much pain, exhausted, that I say, "no more... I give..." sweat dripping down as yuo stroke me again, faster and faster, painfully trying to work my load back again. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH my face twisting in pain.

Madison Jones: "Come on kid, we go to get you through this." I release you from the hold, letting you collapse. I let go of the Ref, bringing bending over hands on my knees, panting from the exhaustion. I'm gonna have to work this kid again, one more time if this is going to end.

Kid Canada: You let go of my body, letting me collapse onto the canvas. sweat splashing from the mat, as I lay there, twitching, tasting the mat. My trunks are still halfway down my knees. And you can actually hear the crowd cheering for you, despite you not getting a load from me. They love what they're seeing. And the Ref takes a step back, he gives you a playful wink, getting back to business, seemingly ignoring what just happened. He is clearly enjoying himself too.

Madison Jones: Tired of your trunks getting in the way, I pull them off you feet, leaving you completely naked on the mat. I drop down to the mat next to you, flipping you on your back next tome. I lay along your side pulling your arms up over your shoulder, you whole glistening body on display again. I secure you next to me, not that you even have it in you to resist at this point. I slide my hand down your chest, getting plenty of your sweat on my hand to act as lube, and again grab your dick. I shake my head in pity, this has got to be hell for the kid. I start stroking you again, "Come on kid. Do it. Do it!" The Crowd again chanting for you to cum.

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Kid Canada: You reach down and peel my trunks off my hairy legs, leaving me naked in the middle of the ring. The Ref likes what he is seeing, as you have reduced me to an exhausted, drained, wet caress for the crowd and the camera. Even though I have been on the receiving end as you have been doing the heavy lifting, I am looking much worse for wear, and my muscles much sweatier. I moan as you grab my arm and secure it over my head. My bushy, sweaty pit facing the ceiling. You have me in a perfect money shot for this type of match, and the camera and photo guy made sure to come in close so that they get the perfect HD shots. And you work cock again, this is taking even longer, but the crowd is completely into it. My legs sliding weakly on the canvas, as you work my cock hard. A few minutes have gone by and you start to feel my body tensing up again. It's painful throughout, as you can tell from my groans and pained expression, as I have been denied and drained once already, but finally...

Kid Canada: you worked up another load, as my toes curl, muscles tense, about to shoot after a good few long agonizing minutes trapped in this position.

Madison Jones: "That's it. A little more." I whisper to you, hoping you can make out what I'm saying. I'm afraid your body is on autopilot. I still got to make you tap after this, but that shouldn't be hard. And Oh God, they want me to fuck him too. I keep stroking, keep pressing my thumb against his head circling his slit. Just shoot already!

Kid Canada: The ref is not doing anhing dodgy this time around, as he gets close, but out of the frame from the camera, watching you stroke me faster and faster as you feel that I am getting close. You can tell from my body, and I moan out loud, and suddenly, blasting a rope. The crowd cheer, watching you make me cum again.

Madison Jones: I slow the stroke, then stop, squeezing your shaft in the my hand. I glare are the Ref, and he gulps seeing how serious I am. He waves his hands in the air and finally the announcer says "Kid Canada has blow his load!" Picture are going off, as this poor kid's future on social media is going to be ruined. I let go of your cock, your arms, and sit up to my knees, my hands on my hips. I look down at your body and think, Damn your hot. I flip you over on your front, getting ready to finish you off.

Kid Canada: You squeeze every last drop of it, I nearly pass out from the exhaustion, but remain conscious. The Ref letting you get this round this time, and you hear the announcer saying how I have blown my load. The crowd going wild, and so did the cameraman and photographer. Plenty of pictures, all in HD, for the site and social media. I lay there, eyes blinking, dripping, before you flip me over to my front, my ass flopping, moaning louder. UGHHHHHHHHHHHH the camera doing a slow pan up my backside now.

Madison Jones: I take another deep breath, more out frustration than exhaustion, then slide my arms under yours, up and behind your neck into a full nelson. I don't apply pressure yet, but instead wrap my legs around your thighs. I flip over on my back, you in my grasp, your whole front again on display. I constrict my legs, my arms, stretching you out wide, every muscle in your core nice and tight. I whisper in your ear, "It's over, Give!"

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Kid Canada: You slide your arms under mine, sneaking up from my hairy pits before locking your hands down the back of my neck. You then wrap your legs around my thighs, flipping me up, putting me on display, naturally delighting the cameraman and photographer, but also the crowd. I feel you putting pressure against my neck and thighs, and I get stretched wide. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH "I give... I give..." I say, but in such a soft agonizing voice that no one but you can hear.

Madison Jones: "Louder!" I constrict your body as tight as I can, tightening every inch of your defeated sweaty body. "Scream it!" I yell.

Kid Canada: You yell for me to scream my submission. The ref has a big grin on his face, and I have no choice but to scream out my submission. "I GIVE! I GIVE UP! NO MORE!" I yell, my voice suddenly booming, but it's no mistaken that it's of pain and panic. "I GIVE!" I say, as I get stretched wide,

Madison Jones: I immediately breaks the hold, standing up. The Ref is looking down at you, he hasn't called it. I grab his shirt, and raise a fist toward him getting ready to punch. He waves his hand, and the announcer calls it. Ding Ding Ding! I shove the bastard away from me, looking down at your defeated body. One last thing to do. I drop to my knees pull down the front of my trunks letting my uncut penis come out, mostly erect to its nearly 8 inches. I stroke it with one hand, while pulling your ass up with the other.

Kid Canada: The crowd cheering now as you get some nice screaming submission from me. You then let go, and I land in a sweaty heap next to you. Moaning, twitching, but it took some convincing for the ref to finally call it. The crowd bursting into louder cheers. They clearly like what they see in this rookie, now having made me cum and submit. As I am twitching underneath, you drop down and let your cock out, pulling my ass towards you, as my body slides on the mat. I am moaning still, reeling from the pain.

Madison Jones: I spread your cheeks, inserting myself into you. I ride up on your back, leaning over close to your face saying "I'll make this quick". I pull my self back to a kneeling position on my knees, you mounted on me. Securing both hands on your hips, I thrust, and thrust, and thrust. The crowd, already blown away from the show, continue to cheer as I fuck you. My thrust are strong, but gentle as I slide up in your body, my cock pressing up and against your prostate.

Kid Canada: I didn't see you preparing yourself for this, and I feel the pain as your 8 inch cock splits my muscle ass painfully. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH I moan, hearing you showing some mercy, as you have throughout this match, grabbing my hips and you start to fuck my ass gently. UGHHHHHHHHHHH I moan out loud, my ass still feeling the pain, but I feel that you are holding back as much as you can. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Madison Jones: Precum coming from my tip, it helps lubricate the whole thing sliding through your system. I thrust faster and faster now, my shaft at its full length and fully hard. When I'm about to cum, I decide to give the crowd one more good picture as I pull out, and let my load spray on your back, though I did mostly to spare you any internal pain. After a few good gushes come out, I let my dick rest on your ass, as stream of cum running down your spine and along the groves in your ribs.

Kid Canada: You pull your cock out after some good pounding. You try to be as gentle as possible, sparing my ass of any further pain. A stark contrast to some of the other guys of the fed. As soon as you pull out, you shoot all over my back. My entire muscle back is covered with your load now, as they start to roll down along with my sweat. The camera catching it all, and the photographer instructing you to pose some, commemorating your first official victory in IPW.

Madison Jones: I can't deny the camera. I flex both my guns and give that stupid grin I made at the start of the match. After they are done with their pictures, I pull my trunks back up. Helping you up getting, I put your arm around my shoulder, and carefully take you out of the ring. Slinging you over my shoulder, te crowd claps at my kindness as we make our way backstage.

Published: 2021-07-14, viewed 85 times.