International Pro Wrestling

Narrator: Previously FightFreund69 came to Eugene Scott for a match; the two unaware they were both experienced pro wrestlers. The two had a private erotic match, the results being Eugene winning. Wanting a rematch and to up the stakes, FightFreund69 joined International Pro Wrestling where Eugene works, so he could get Eugene in front of a huge crowd, all with the intent returning the humiliation he suffered weeks earlier

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The following is a Erotic Submission Match, Loser gets Fucked. The first competitor, from the United States of America, standing at 5’11” and weighing 214 lbs. Eugene Scott!

Eugene Scott: I come on out wearing my blue trunks and white boots, my theme music "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Öyster Cult playing. Crowd cheers loudly as I make my way to the ring. I slide right in under the bottom rope, climb my corner and flex real good for them. Drop down and weight for my opponent to come out, he's been itching for a rematch since I beat him a couple weeks ago in a private match.

Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Öyster Cult

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FightFreund69:
I challenged Eugene Scott some weeks ago and faced him in a private match... started well, but lost to him badly... working through my list of rematches we subscribe for a fight in the IPW federation... I've never been part of the federation before and so I'm eager to start with a big win...

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And his opponent, from Germany, standing at 6'5 and weighing 222 lbs. The German Giant, Andy!

FightFreund69:
I come through the curtain with my red trunks, with black and golden stripes at the side like German flag colours... black short boots and walk down the aisle to the ring... I climb the apron and step between top and middle rope into the ring... I move to my corner and look at you.. "Nice to meet you again..."...

Eugene Scott:
I move front and center, "You too partner." I hold out my hand looking you in the eye.

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FightFreund69:
Been told by the referee, that's a match by Pro Wrestling rules... win by submission only... winner fucks the loser... I nod to the rules and agree... as I see your hand stretched out for the handshake... Didn't forget how you cheated me last with the handshake... I grab your hand and squeeze it tight, but pull you close to me before you can kick your knee in my abs... WHAACKK... our chests bump... DING DING DING... bell rings... I throw my arms around your body and lock your body and arms in a tight bearhug... as I headbutt you nicely on the forehead... BAMMM...

Eugene Scott:
I play up the hit, letting out a loud grunt for the crowd. Your arms locked around me, coming out of the gate mighty fierce. It was just a friendly handshake is all. Your arms wrapped around mine, you don't leave me with many options. I kick my legs and wrap them around your waist squeezing you a bit in return. I then pull my head back, and return that headbutt to you, forehead to forehead.

FightFreund69:
I love that tight bearhug, squeezing this hot american guy and feeling his muscled body... my dick stiffens in my trunks and I moan slightly, as I tighten my grip... but you throw your legs around my waist... nnngggg... and squeeze my waist... then you throw your head against mine in a contest of skulls... gggrrrr... I carry you to the corner... as I speed up last three steps, take my arms off and slam your back against the buckles... then I step back and your upper body drops down my waist, as I drill my elbows in your inner thighs to break your body scissor around my waist...

Eugene Scott:
Slammed into the corner, I arch my back letting out a loud cry of pain. The crowd cheers as the action much to my dismay. Slamming your elbows into my thigh, I release the scissor after the first hit, but not before starting to retaliate. My left hand comes up upon your neck squeezing it, my thumb against your adam's apple. My left hand forms as fist, and I slam it into your gut real hard, trying to weaken those abs of yours.

FightFreund69:
I hear the shouts of the crowd... not many german fans here, but I get some respect working this familiar IPW fighter Eugene good so far, as I force him to release the bodyscissor... GAAARRGGH... my eyes widen, as you grab my neck with your left hand, driving your thumb in my adams apple... FUCKER...!!!.. I think by myself pissed... NNNGGGG... as you slam your right fist in my gut... I reach for your left hand with both my hands... grab the thumb and your fingers in each hand, pull and split your fingers to cause some pretty pain in your left hand, not going for any injury, but giving you some nice pain and punishment for your hold of my adams apple...

I keep your left hand by the wrist with both hands and twist your hand hard in a wrist lock, trying to turn your body away from me and to hammerlock your arm behind your back... keeping that dangerous guy on distance and in control...

Eugene Scott:
I let out a mighty holler as you split my fingers like that. Eyes squinting, a bit of fear you might just break them. You go to twist it behind my back, me working my feet so I'm out of the corner while you do so. You want to keep me at a distance, that's smart and all, but a hammerlock requires you to be practically chest to back. As such I bring my right arm one forward, and unfortunately my dominant one, and then swing my elbow back as hard as I can right alongside your head. This match is shaping up to be a bit more brutal than I normally do, hope we're both medically fit after it.

FightFreund69:
With my height advantage I work your left arm good and twist your wrist until I bend your arm back and up to your shoulders in a hammerlock... I know I have to... OOUUUFFF... as you already shoot your right elbow back really hard and I pull my head to the left... but your elbow touches my head anyway... I lose the hold of the hammerlock, but catch your body as I wrap my arms around your waist... lift you up, go for one knee and slam your ass on my knee in an atomic drop... "Take it man..."... I hiss out... trying to slow you down...

Eugene Scott:
You slam me down on your knee, my tailbone taking the hit pretty hard. This is starting to feel mighty one sided when I prefer some good back and forth action, especially in front of a crowd. I cry out again selling the pain of the blow, the crowd cheering as you keep control. I turn to you now, reach out and grab you, and try to throw you in the corner next to us, wanting to take a turn at handing out some punishment.

FightFreund69:
You cry out so loud, that I release the hug around your waist... I straighten up and raise my arms... rocking the crowd a bit, then I turn around to... FUUUCCKKK... as you turn to me, faster and fitter, than I've thought... grab me... throw me... "Aaaannghhh..."... as I crash with my chest in the corner and turn around gasping... leaning with the back to the buckles... really surprised about that quick counter...

Eugene Scott:
I'm pretty damn angry, my left fingers hurt mighty bad. It might seem surprising I can react this well, but the match is still young, and I've been doing this a long time. I know how to upsell the pain and downsell my injuries, comes with practice and a fair bit of sweat and blood. Regardless, with you in the corner I start going for an assault of my own as I grab the middle ropes alongside you with my hands, left not so strong. I ram my shoulder right into your gut, pull back out, and try to ram it again a second time.

FightFreund69:
OOUUFFFF... I cringe, as you ram your shoulder in my gut and blow a lot of air... I see you pull back for a second time and I try to build a double axe, but I need first to grab top ropes to pull myself back to my feet, as your shoulder... OOUUUFFFF... comes in again.... DAMNED... I moan and gasp... as I slump a bit over your shoulder and wrap my left arm around your neck, trying to squeeze your neck in that front headlock and to slow this guy down again....

Eugene Scott:
I feel you squeezing, still have two full lungs of air though. I wrap my arms around your back as you got me in your head lock, burn some of that air to lift you up slightly, and then try and slam your back into the post much like you did to me.

FightFreund69:
I try to tame that american bull by the neck, but then I feel his strong arms going around my back and my feet leave the mat... Aaarrggghh... as you slam my back in the corner post... I howl out and the headlock loosens... this guy seems pretty angered... I need to escape from that corner very fast, as I hear some of your fans cheering you, while you keep me working in the corner...

Eugene Scott:
I pull back away from you now, needing to take a bit of a breather. We've both done some good damage to each other I'd wager, me sweating good for the crowd. Imagine I look damn sexy to them, especially with trunks tenting the way they are. I come back to center ring, hands on my knees as I take in some breath, ready to dodge out of your way if you come rushing after me.

FightFreund69:
I take a deep breath, as you pull back and move away to recover too... Good..!!!... Your fans cheer for you and I remember our private match, as I was ahead and then you turned the table... so I'm very careful not to make the same mistake again... I stretch my back and push off the corner, starting to circle again, as you come back to center ring... my eyes warily on you... I raise my hands and approach, offering you to lock hands...

Eugene Scott:
You offer your hands to lock up with me, and I do. I then Immediately step in trying to knee you in the gut again wanting to pile on some more punishment to those abs I've been hitting.

FightFreund69:
We lock up our hands and I see you coming in, as you did in the beginning of our privat fight.. I'm warned and I drop to my ass, raising my own knee and shin into your abs to flip you over me and slam you on mat...

Eugene Scott:
You toss me over your shoulder with your knee to my gut, me flying behind you towards the turnbuckle you just came out of. I feel sorry for the other side of the crowd not getting to see as much action. As I fly and duck my shoulder down and roll out of the flip, a big benefit from all that martial arts training I've done over the years. I roll to my feet, turn with my back to the corner and come rushing at you again. If you are getting up to your feet, I am going to jump and try and nail you with a dropkick to the chest.

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FightFreund69:
I'm happy, that I prevent your knee to my gut and took you down with that impressive monkey flip, as I wink at my few fans and roll to one knee... I stand up and turn... FUUUCCKKK... as I see your boot soles right in front... BAAMMM... nailing my chest and this time I flip to my ass and backwards... I roll on the mat, rubbing my sore chest, my ribcage really hurting a bit after that well done dropkick...

Eugene Scott:
I land on my back from the dropkick, having launched you away from me. Seems like a good time to do my favorite trick for the crowd. I bring my knees up to my chest, then kick up to standing. Many of them cheer as my glistening body catches the light and fully showcases my toned muscles. I then turn my attention back to you, knowing I've done some harm to your core from the shoulder rams and dropkick. I move to you hoping you are still vulnerable, and grab your right leg, placing my foot down your left knee to try and keep you grounded.

FightFreund69:
My performance in my debut match in the IPW has some weaknesses and I try to get control again, as you... "Aaarrgghh..."... grab my long right leg and stand with your foot on my left knee, keeping that left leg grounded on the mat... "Aaarrnnghh..."... I twist my face in pain and fear and cup my groin with my left hand, worried about some upcoming pain in my crotch... as I try to reach with my right hand for yours to free my right leg again... as I twist and kick that right leg too...

Eugene Scott:
You are right to worry about your crotch, many folk around here go after that for an easy advantage. Me, I'm not one of them though, I feel it disrespects this sport. You grab my leg, kick too and drop to my knee. Unfortunately for you, that doesn't affect what I was planning much. I pull your right leg over the back of my neck wrenching it mighty fierce while moving my right left knee to your back as I flip you a little. I lock in a Stretch Muffler, happy to put your body on display some.

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FightFreund69:
The german giant looks not so tall, grounded and worked by his legs... I try to free my leg and to fight back, expecting a kick or groin stretch, as you come down and twist me almost on my stomach, wrenching my right leg over the back of your neck in a Stretch Muffler, while your left knee comes down on my back and keeps me right in place... "AAARRRGHH... SCREW YOU....!!!"... I shout and slap the mat in pain... my crotch stretched open and my bulge visible... your fans roar... I bite my lips and try to move and kick that bent leg, but you keep it good in your grip... I push my hands on mat and try to roll out of this hold... fucking worked over by this hot american wrestler...

Eugene Scott:
Yep, the crowd sure loves this, but they are about to love it more. My left hand is still all fucked up from your finger split earlier, but it's functional enough I can take advantage of you. You move your hand off your crotch to start trying to to get free, and that's when I sink my fingers into your waistband and pull the thing down so your cock comes out dangling out on display. The goes wild as I expose you, a cocky American grin on my face. I wrap my fingers around your shaft, and let you drink in the embarrassment of you about to start getting milked.

FightFreund69:
"WHAT THE... NOOOOO...!!!"... I shout and complain, as you pull my trunks down and expose my 7 inch cock... the pain in my back and leg is pretty hard and it's an easy game for you to keep me in that Stretch Muffler... "TAKE YOUR FINGERS OFF...!!!"... I shout angry, as you grab my cock and start to entertain the crowd, stroking my shaft... I grunt like a pig, as you do so... still fighting the hold... but also tied in pain and pleasure by your action... sweat running down my face...

Eugene Scott:
"Show must go on partner." I say with a grin, my fingers pulling back your foreskin. That's right, remember that bit from our private match. My fingers wrapped around your most private part now, I start milking you in front of this live crowd, them starting to chant, "Milk! Milk! Milk!"

FightFreund69:
This hold is brutal... I've never before been in such an hold... I try to fight it, but after all that treatment, I'm already softened and weakened... getting really a lesson in Pro Wrestling and as you start to milk my shaft.... "NNNNNGGGG...."... I clench my teeth... my foreskin pulled down and you work my very sensitive part... FUUUCCKKK.. my dick stiffens rock hard in your fist and I feel my balls churning... that's not good... my left hand shivers... I'm close to tap and submit...

Eugene Scott:
I see you maybe on the verge of tapping, but I don't want that yet. I ease up on the pressure of your leg around my neck, lift my knee a little off your just enough so that you hopefully won't tap-out. Still given the humiliation, I'd understand if you did.. "Hang in there partner." I say, it not really loud enough for the crowd with the cheering. I keep milking you hoping to make you shoot before either I let you go, or you break free.

FightFreund69:
From the edge of my eyes I see some guys in the crowd opening their zips and stroking their dicks, as they watch you milking my dick... that's fucking humiliating and I lift my hand to tap, as you lift your knee surprisingly and hiss at me to hang in... what the fuuu... I'm surprised... I shake and fight your hold... while you work my dick erotically, jacking me off... I grunt and pant... I try to break... "Aaaaaaarrrghh...."... as I feel my load coming up... I try to... DAMNED.... "Noooooo... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh...."... and to the laughter of the crowd I shoot big waves of german cum over your hand and on the mat....

Eugene Scott:
"There we go." I say as you shoot, me jerking you a bit more to make sure your load comes out nice and solid. After a moment of holding you like this a bit more for the camera folk to do their business, I let go of the hold letting you slump down on your font below me right into the mess you just made. I wipe the sweat from my brow looking down at you, deciding how I'm going to finish you.

FightFreund69:
The people in the crowd stand up on their feet and applaud, as you got that big shot of my cum... but the fight isn't over yet... win only by submission and so you stand up to continue the fight... I wipe last drips of cum from my cockhead and fling it at canvas, as I pull my trunks over my wet and juicy, still half erected dick... fucking ashamed by that action... as I roll to my fours and push up to my feet... I scowl at you and start to circle... "I'm not done yet, bro... watch your back..."...

"That's what I like about you Andy, a fighter to the end." I smile as I circle around with you, my hands up. I then step in and go for the collar and elbow lockup, expecting I can push you around a bit now with that post orgasm fatigue probably coming over you.

FightFreund69:
I'm really pissed, been milked like that in that shameful Stretch Muffler and I'm still panting a bit, also moving my feet carefully to get the pain from the stretch hold out off my legs... I eye you warily, as you got for the collar and elbow lockup... I lock up with you... on the one hand to use my height advantage, on the other hand to have a guy, I can use to stand firm on my wobbly legs... we push back and forth, as I rush in and rip my hand free to get you in a side headlock... your head under my right arm... I push your head down, close to my side... as I reach with my left between your legs... lift and scoop you up and slam you on your back... BAMMM... then roll quickly to my fours...

Eugene Scott:
I get a little worried you might want some revenge when you go to scoop me up, your hand coming right alongside my crotch and all. You do notice that I'm quite erect myself, maybe even fully hard. Slammed on the back I let out a big holler for the crowd, arching my back to let my chest shine in the sunlight. The crowd loves it, seeing a turnaround like this, especially after I was so mean to you with the milking. I don't stay down for long, reaching out both hands to wrap around your leg. I lean over to my side spreading my knees a bit to get a good placement, then give your leg a good jerk trying to bring you down to the canvas again.

FightFreund69:
I feel your hands going for my long and hairy leg, but give it a good jerk, as you do the same and yank my leg free... I push you in a sitting position and move behind your back... drill my left knee in your spine and wrap my left arm around your throat to push your head back in a dragon sleeper hold... "That's my turn, bro...", I hiss out and slide my right hand in your trunks, going to grab your dick and make you shoot your load too... the crowd watches with excitement... some ooooohhhh, some booooohhhh...

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Eugene Scott:
Oh boy, he's getting ornery with me now. Your left arm around my neck is the first priority, as I can't have you choking me out even if it causes me to cum along the way. I bring both hands up to your bicep, and force my right fingers between your arm and my throat in order to keep the airway partially open. My left is on your bicep trying to pull the arm away from my throat a bit, I then take in a deep breath as I might need it a moment.

I plant my boots on the mat, thrust my pelvis up, the force pushing you back slight, maybe a little off balance I hope. I feel your hand around my cock, circumcised by the way. It's always a pleasant feeling, I just hope it ain't too distracting when you start jerking, that all depends on your skill though.

FightFreund69:
My hand touches a pretty erected and circumcised dick in your trunks... to have more space, working your excellent tool, I hook your trunks under your balls and give you some nice pressure to your jewels, as I run my hand up and down your growing dick... your hands go for my left biceps... "Yeah, touch and feel those muscles...", as you fight for some air... I'm actually not interested in knocking you out, but more interested in your cum to even the fight so far, as you plant your boots on mat and push up... OOUUFFF... I'm forced to shift my hold, but take advantage of this, as I drop to my back, pulling your head in the dragon sleeper hold with me, your back on my chest, as I scissor my long legs around your waist and hook them around your inner thighs to spread your legs... I grunt and moan, as I keep you in that dragon and grapevine combo and continue to jerk your dick... your fans watch in disbelief, while the few fans of mine cheer and roar...

Eugene Scott:
Ah fuck, you got me locked down pretty good. My fans do cheer, as many of them love every aspect of my performance, and a few are even recording this knowing it breaks IPW rules to do so. What can I say, people have been wanting to see me shoot in the ring since I reappeared a month ago. Your jerking of me is good, I'd expect that from a man your age, but you're so focused on positioning, the pleasure hasn't fully hit me yet. As such, I'm able to keep focused.

Eugene Scott: Lungs full of air, I do something risky needing to get free. I release my arms and let you start choking me, then bring both of them forward. I then jab them back hard into your rib, hard as I can muster. I know I've dealt some heavy punishment to your core, and I even feel sorry for you, but I'm not just gonna let you embarrass me like this with fighting you tooth and nail.

FightFreund69:
This shorter American does not want to shoot his load and fights back with all he got, trapped and locked in my tight dragon and grapevine combo... I take those nice jabs to my ribs and try to endure the pain in my ribs, hoping you wont hurt or break my ribs, doing this... as I pull my head a bit forward and start to lick your right nipple with my tongue, then suck and chew on it, to arouse you erotically and help you to shoot your load... my fist is corkscrewing your shaft... my thumb runs over your cockslit... I deliberate, If you can't shoot, then I remember, you filled my hole last with your cum and so you should be able to shoot... "Yeah, hit me baby... and shoot for us...."... I taunt you... really gasping now and sweat runs down my body...

Eugene Scott:
You get some good struggles from me, part show, but mostly real now. Crowd goes starts to get quiet, wanting to see this moment, a couple of them start the "Cum!" chant. As you start to lick my nip, you get a genuine moan out of me, which gets cut off abruptly as you start chewing on it. Was never a fan of that. My precum is flowing into your hand, and you can tell I'm close to shooting. I bit my lip real hard to buy myself a couple more seconds as I bring my elbows back up ready to to pile some more punishment on you.

FightFreund69:
My dick stiffens again and pushes against your lower back, as I feel your cockhead wet from your precum... YEESSSS..!!!... I think by myself and speed up my fist running your shaft up and down, but you slam several more elbows into my ribs and my ribcage feels sore and painful... I'm able to stay some more moments in this, but when you don't shoot right in time... I'm gonna release that guy, before he hurts me more.... the men shout and roar... the referee watches the action... the erotic action and the elbows are all within the rules and he looks not like the ref, who'd punish anything very fast... "Come on.... cum for us....!!!"... I hiss out, almost exhausted from this part of the fight...

Eugene Scott:
I bring my elbow back into your ribs, but not as strong as before, and right as I do, I start to shoot my load. I twist my head back letting out a moan, that air escaping from my lungs, all while my creamy white semen comes flowing out thick as stew. It splatters up on my chest and abs, while the crowd cheers, me breathing heavily as the sun shines down to fully illuminate my shame. To be honest though, I'm not upset about it. I've been wrestling professionally like this since I was 18, it's not the first cum shot I've had forced out of me in the ring, won't be the last.

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Getting back to that part where I rammed my elbows into your ribs, though weaker than I intended, I then bring my hands to your very muscular and sexy bicep. I try to peel that off over my head to get free from the choke. If I can't pull you off me, I'm hoping you have the decency to release me after this cumshot like I did you from my stretch muffler.

FightFreund69:
My dick drills rockhard against your lower back, as I feel your thick cum shooting and flowing off your dick... YEESSSSS... What a load...!!!... I enjoy your shot getting my dick harder and harder... as I consider my next action... choking you out in the sleeper hold, or going to fuck your ass right infront my dick... but then you grab my bicep again, almost begging to get your airflow back and I drop the hold, push you off me to the side and roll to my fours in the other direction... I blink to my fans and stand up, adjusting my raging dick in my trunks... "Now we are even..."... I smile at you...

Eugene Scott:
My hands come up to my throat as I take in some air, chest heaving a bit with my cock on display. "Sure are... partner..." I turn to my side, starting to force myself up, seeing you're pretty exhausted too. As I get to all fours, I reach down pulling my trunks up and putting the boys away... for now.

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FightFreund69:
I'm standing on my feet again... still a bit weakened and exhausted from that hot match, but still eager to win my debut in the IPW... though I shot my load once, I feel enough energy and cum in my tanks to fuck this sexy wrestler, after I've defeated him... "Lets go...!!"... I say and grab you by your hairs, as you start to stand up, pull you to your feet and... BAMMM... throw a punch in your abs... then I grab your right wrist and whip you into the ropes... waiting for your rebound... and dive my head forward... trying to ram that head in your gut and slam you then overhead to the mat...

Eugene Scott:
I grunt as you pull me up by the hair, I was getting there, just trying to get an extra breath or two in along the way. Up to standing I go to take a swing, but you beat me to the punch getting me in the abs. Next thing I know I'm being thrown into the ropes. I grab ahold of those fuckers for dear life still trying to recover, and stand you up in the center of the ring. I spread my arms over the ropes exposing my core, looking pretty exhausted, and try to play that up some. It's a trick though. I am ready to lift my feet and kick you real hard if you come rushing in at me like I expect you will, my abs being a prime target and all.

FightFreund69:
I stand there bent forward but.... DAMNED... you don't appear... I look up and see your sexy muscled body spread in the ropes... your raging 9 incher poking with the tip over your waistband attracts me so much, that I step the gas pedal and run forward to sink my shoulder in your exposed gut...

Eugene Scott:
You come rushing in like the German bull you are. Not sure if Germany has bulls, but you get the point. I raise my legs up just as I said I would, and firmly kick you full force in your head, toppling you backwards to the center of the ring. My legs come down, arms supported on the ropes and I take a deep breath hoping you are stunned for a moment. This might well be the end.

FightFreund69:
BIG MISTAKE...!!!... I rush at you, as your boot soles come up again, similar to the dropkick earlier, but this time... DAAANNGGGG... you clang my head with your boots and I stumble back and fall to my back... shaking my head... my head is ringing... dazed from that kick... I hear the men cheer, not sure If for you or for me... I moan and my chest is heaving, while I breathe hard... then I roll to the ropes away from you to get some distance and recover, before I pull myself slowly back to my feet...

Eugene Scott:
One good spear deserves another. I see you pull yourself up to the ropes on the other side of the ring, so I plant my feet and hunch over like an American Football player. I rush forward full speed kind of like what you just did, and try to spear you right in the gut, hoping you are winded enough you can't avoid this. I feel bad, really hoping that if this connects, it doesn't break something.

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FightFreund69:
I'm still winded after your sneaky kick to my head and I feel the canvas shaking, as you run like a bull.... AAAAANNNGGHHH... driving your head and shoulder into my body, before I'm completely back on my feet and I fall through middle and top ropes and drop down on apron and down to the floor... the people go nuts... I squirm on the floor, nursing my sore limbs... the referee leans over top rope and starts to count... "ONE..... TWO....."... FUUCKKK... I'm fucking winded now... not sure, how fast I can enter the ring again...

Eugene Scott:
I'm not going to give you a chance to recover, though I'm pretty winded from that collision. I climb on out of the ring, grab you by your shoulder and the back of your trunks. "THREE... FOUR..." I toss you back in, me sliding in right behind you, then look down at your heaving body. I'm not without mercy, I've banged up your core really bad and fear I might have even broken something. I reach down to your leg, and start setting you up for a Figure Four, me facing the ropes, and you close to the center of the ring.

FightFreund69:
You leave the ring and help me back into the ring, but just to set me up for a figure four leg hold... this is very dangerous and I try to kick and avoid that hold, but you... "AAAANNGGHH..."... finish the figure four perfectly... I shake and roll left and right, then I throw myself with all my weight to the right side, trying to turn us around and to reverse the figure four to you...

Eugene Scott:
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The move locked in, I spread my arms as you start trying to flip me. The crowd is cheering, they know this is going down now one way or the other. I look you in the face as you squirm, struggling, tryin to flip me. There is some genuine concern in my eyes . "Just Give Andy! Schieß!" I yell, showing you that my hand can reach the rope if I need to.

FightFreund69:
My face twisted in pain, as my legs are tied into yours... my legs still a bit sore from earlier punishment... I flop on the mat, fighting the pain, as I try to turn us around and to reverse the figure fore leglock... but the pain is too much and unbearable... I can't finish the turnaround and drop back on my back... "AAAANNGHH... FUUUCCKKK... I GIVE... I GIVE....!!!".... I shout and slap the mat wildly... fucking done and forced to submit.... the referee signals for the bell... DING DING DING..... this hot and sexy american wrestler and star of IPW federation defeats the german giant Andy in his debut in the IPW....

Eugene Scott:
I release you immediately, hands coming to my head taking a deep breath. I then crawl over to your side, trying to check your ribs. "You alright partner?" I ask while leaning close to your face?

FightFreund69:
You release my legs and I drop to my back... chest heaving... gasping... I cover my eyes with my hands, as I hear the crowd celebrating your win... and you ask like a gentleman, If I'm okay... I nod with covered eyes... "Yeah man... I'm good..."... I take some deep breaths....

Eugene Scott:
The crowd starts to chant, "Fuck him! Fuck him!" I let out a sigh at their insatiable hunger. I pat you on the chest lightly, "Show must go on partner." I slide down towards your legs starting to grab them.

FightFreund69:
To the standing ovations the people order, what is part of the match... the after match stakes... I'm still laying on my back, eyes covered by my big palms, as I remember your thick 9 incher and what you did to me in our private match... my hole still not used to your big dick... but that's part of the game... and I try to take it like a man....

Eugene Scott:
I lower your trunks now, causing your cock to plop out again, but also uncovering your ass. Taking your legs and getting them up on my shoulder, I then lower my trunks letting my own cock come back out for an encore. I slide up behind you pushing your knees up towards your chest as I start to insert myself into your manhole nice and slow.

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FightFreund69:
You prepare ourselves for the inevitable... lot of the men has their zips open and stroke their dicks, watching what is coming next... I see your big 9 incher just for a short blip, as you... "UUUNNGGHHH...".... I throw my head back, set it to my manhole and shove it in... I try to breathe regularly and slowly, as you fill my hole with your dick... my knees close to my head...

Eugene Scott:
I do insert it, but I only go in 7 inches. I've been on the receiving end of a cock my size before, once even larger if you can believe that. The pain portion of our encounter is over, and this isn't my Full Sex Nelson like I used on you before. I slide in 7 inches softly, my face coming up to yours so we can see eye to eye. Hand comes up and pushes yours away from your face. I start to thrust in, again not my full length, but enough to hit your pleasure center.

Eugene Scott:
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"You were magnificent Andy." I say as I fuck you, then reach my face down to kiss.

FightFreund69:
I moan and roar in pleasure, as you fuck my hole intense and softly... your face lowers to mine and I feel your warm breath... my knees folded to my shoulders, as he kiss... your dick working my hole.... "Aaaannghh... fuuckk... go on... yeeahh.... "... I moan between the kisses... that's not the first time, you fuck a man... you do it really expertly and I start to fall in love...

Eugene Scott:
I now lower my hand to your cock taking curling my fingers around it, ready to give you another dose of pleasure. I start jerking you, slowing my thrusting as I do, hoping to timing it just right so we cum again at the same time.

FightFreund69:
the spectators moan as they jerk off, watching our sex action... you jerk my dick and I start to french kiss your face... I put my hands on the back of your head to pull you deeper to me... FUCK... I admire and love this sexy man... he has beaten me in the fight, but he is hot as hell and I enjoy this sex with him now over and over....

Eugene Scott:
I get close to orgasm, my cock slipping in a little deeper as I thrust. I never pull it out while doing this, no need to stab a man repeatedly like that. Our deep kiss continues as I speed up the stroking, afraid I can't hold myself back any longer.

FightFreund69:
My body shivers in excitement, as you keep fucking my hole with your thick 9 incher... I don't care about losing my debut fight in the IPW, but enjoy this sex with you and feeling like in paradise... I moan and pant... my balls churn... I sense you are close to shoot... as I hiss in your ear.... "I'm cumming... aaaaahhhhhh....."...

Eugene Scott:
I start shooting my load now as I feel your cum start on the tips of my fingers. I let out a moan breaking off the kiss. My right hand comes down on your chest having to use you as support with me starting to lose my balance, it right over your left pec... over your heart. I empty my second load into you, it less than the first, but just as creamy.

FightFreund69:
my dick explodes again, unloading what was left in the tanks all over my abs and chest, as you shoot your cream in my hole too, pushing up with your right hand right on my heart... I feel and enjoy that pressure of your strong arm, your body... I stare in your eyes, your hot sexy and male face... taking all your load deep inside... DAMN.... it feels like getting a baby from you... the crowd hollers out in excitement... I slump to my back... defeated but happy...

Eugene Scott:
I lower your legs now pulling out of you bringing your trunks back up, and do one more neighborly thing as I pull my own up too. I pull your arm over my shoulder, still concerned about you potential injuries and pull you to the apron. I gently pull you out of the ring supporting your frame across my shoulders and take us backstage where we can rest and get a proper cleaning.

Published: 2021-09-19, viewed 97 times.