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You are not logged in. - Eugene Scott

You are not logged in. - John Page

Eugene Scott:
I see you looking at that display, see that fire starting to burn in your eyes. That's the spirit. I just defeated you in the move that stripped you of your belt last summer, and then I stripped you of your trunks here in front of this prestigious crowd. I want you angry, want you to fight like hell, cause I don't want you to tap out easily in what's coming up. I have several holds I want to put on you before this night is over, and I was a little afraid I might not get to do them all, but with you getting all fired up, just might depending on how much you hold out. This match here is going to be so hot, guys will be jerking off to it till 2032 or later. Hell with that type anger in your face and the cum in that raging cock, you might even win a round, though it might burn you out doing so. So I lean there in my corner, my own tent showing clear as day while a ring hand comes up to offer me some water. I drink.

You are not logged in. - Eugene Drinking

Two minutes go by as I look at your naked body and lick my lips, thinking about the things I want to do, forming a strategy. Eventually the crowd dies down and the ref comes over to the center of the ring, calls us towards him. Take a final drink under these hot ass lights, my body shimmer with a light layer of sweat and that oil stuff they sprayed on me. Come up to the center face to face with you again, eyes peeking down every now and then toward your manhood. "Looking good Page." Hold up my hands ready to lock-up in the collar and elbow again... but I have a feeling you might have a different idea. I am ready to block a hit to my core if you don't go along with the lock-up. Till then I just smile and enjoy that look in your face, and how I'm going to make you holler out for submission like a school boy crying uncle.

John Page:
I am beginning to think refusing the water and a chance to towel down was a mistake as standing in the corner for a full two minutes in nothing but a pair of red boots seems to pass real slowly. I have no idea how many times I watch my erect cock spring out from my ‘correction now your red trunks’ on that screen but every time I watch it I get a little more angry. As I stand there all alone knowing thousands just saw me tap out to you and then watched as you made my stripping just as humiliating as you possibly could, I question why you chose the very same submission that I lost my precious belt to, I can only think that you had that planned long before today, realising how much research into my matches and God knows what else you have done.

Oh Scott my boy you have no idea how mad I am at you, we are going to see just how well you deal with some good old Brit aggression. I must at least attempt to keep my anger under a little control as I am only too aware that losing one's temper in the ring often results in disaster. I never expected to lose that first fall and losing the next fall would most certainly be a disaster. Looking over at you I can see your own raging boner tenting out your trunks while you take on some water. Obviously you have enjoyed dominating me and looking forward to my total humiliation ‘well Scott think you will be the American bitch in London tonight’.

As the two minutes rest comes to an end the crowd noise dies down. I see the referee call us to the centre of the ring. I am eager to get this match back underway now. Watching you take a last sip of water as I meet the referee, I can tell he is desperately trying to avert his eyes from my erect cock, rather he looks at my face with a little concern mouthing “you ok John?” I just nod as you strut over looking down at my cock saying “Looking good Page” I look down and see it is as erect as ever ‘I have no idea what it is about you Mr Scott but I do not think I have ever continuously held an erection this long before’. “I am looking better than you will be by New Year MR SCOTT”.

You hold your hands up wanting to lock up. I also sense you are ready to defend a knee or foot to your midsection. ‘You think you have all angles covered don’t you Scott’ I reach up to link hands. I am not into taking tests of strength with taller stronger men than myself. I grip your hands tightly and quickly drop my ass to the canvas, putting my feet into your abs and perform what we call in Judo a “Tomoe nage” but everyone else knows as a monkey flip. As I push my feet into your abs I do it a little harder than necessary and I thrust you up in the air way higher than I would normally do, aiming you towards my corner, as I let go of your hands I make as sure as I can that a hard landing will be as difficult as possible for you to avoid.

You are not logged in. - Tomoe Nage aka Monkey Flip

The arena erupts, obviously pleased to see the local lad make a good start to the session, I then do my own kip-up ‘thanks to Madison for showing me how to do it’ and turn around to see the results of my work.

Eugene Scott:
You come on in for the lock up, or so I think, me looking forward to bending you backwards to the canvas with your cock sticking straight up. Sadly it's not in the cards right now as you kick me over your shoulder with a monkey flip, a bit harder than I was expecting, taking another hit to my abs in the process. The rest was good, let me recover a little, but those core muscles are the ones most beat on right now, while I'm aiming for a more spread break down over your whole body... though I'm avoiding your bad knee. Regardless you send me tossing over your shoulder and my martial arts training kicks in. I curl up a little, the sound of impact echoing to the cheers of your fans and I take the momentum to my shoulder, but roll forward with it to help mitigate the force. I end up on my knees right in front of your corner, hands on the middle rope, teeth gritting from the pain of the impact.

As I rise, I turn quickly to get my eyes on you, just in time to see that glorious Kip-up of yours, your cock on full display under the bright lights. Can't help but to smile at how nice you look, but I ain't about to let you take control of me so easily. You keep reading what I'm planning to do, getting around my counters, and while you seem pretty mad here, it's clear you favor caution over instinct. Let's add to the mind games....

I hold up my hands defensive, looking like I'm ready to counter you just like I tried to do earlier. "Come on Page! That's the best you can do!" I yell it real loud, loud enough it can be heard some over the crowd. I give you the hand gestures, daring you to come at me, like I want you to come charging in like a bull. Thing is, I'm planning something much different here. I expect you to come up defensive trying to thwart my counter. When you get in your arms reach being all careful, my plan is to reach out and grab your arm, then throw you into your corner followed by a shoulder ram to your gut. Let's see how this plays out now...

John Page:
I turn all excited and expect to see a crumpled heap in the corner but instead I get an overwhelming feeling of disappointment as I see you kneeling in front of my corner, a little pained expression on your face but other than that you seem totally unaffected by my throw. ‘I get the feeling that nothing is going my way tonight’. At least you got to see my impressive Kip-up and hear the applause I get for it.

You hold up your hand and shout "Come on Page! That's the best you can do!" then gesture me to come at you ‘I am tempted to rush you, and do as much damage as I can’ but I am sure that’s what you want me to do and you will be ready with a good counter. ‘No John get in close and hit him hard right under that chin of his, that will take the grin off his face’. I approach you trying not to telegraph my moves, when **JEEZ** you are fast grabbing my right arm and sending me into the far corner hard WOW my back collides with the padding I MOAN with the sharp pain that explodes through my back as the ring rattles and shakes. I manage to remain standing, grabbing the top ropes. The initial shock to my back subsides a little. I see you smile thinking ‘what would I do about now’ yes you are going to do exactly what I would I watch as I rush towards me and then lower your shoulder ‘need to time this perfectly John” at the last second I roll to my left.

I watch your right shoulder collide with the post ‘I hope that hurt Scott’ I waste no time pulling you up and out of the corner, wrapping my arms around your waist I lift and invert you. my face against your tenting blue trunks, I get my first smell of your sweaty aroma ‘God Scott you must know everything about me man, even the fact that I love the smell of sweat’ I almost lose my concentration. I am sure you think I am going to tombstone you, and it does cross my mind, if this match included pin-falls I sure as hell would love to plough your head into the canvas. But no I need to do some damage and I am hoping your shoulder may be a little sore already so as I drop you I stick out my right knee and drop your right shoulder onto it with a shoulder breaker. Now my supporters are buzzing. I stand above you planning on damaging that shoulder some more.

You are not logged in. - Shoulder Breaker

Eugene Scott:
My plan seemed to have worked, finally getting one over on you with my counter tricks head games, or so I think. I toss you in the corner hard, my eyes looking at that cock of yours, looking to get me a closeup as I wind up ready to shove my shoulder into your gut. As I do though, you carefully pull out of the way, causing me to shove my left shoulder up against the steel post. I let out a grunt from the surprise, but realize it could have been a lot worse as the momentum of my thrust was aimed for the turnbuckle and not a foot past it at the post. I then holler loud like my shoulder’s been hurt bad, selling the pain to the crowd as well as you Mr. Page as my fans go quiet. Arms around my waist, you pull me from the corner, turn me upside down with my crotch in your face and subsequently give me that close of your cock I ain't so pleased to see at the moment.

A few things go through my mind to counter this predicament I'm in as the tip of your hard cock rubs against my face. I clench up, bring my head forward pressed right up into your manhood as I'm expecting a tombstone, but then I get another unpleasant surprise as you drop me right on my left shoulder of your knee with a Shoulder Breaker. I let out a genuine cry of pain that is quickly overtaken by the cheers of the crowd. Looks like this might not be the one-sided victory I was expecting, which to be fair, makes for a much better match overall. Falling to the canvas on my back, you see that pain painted on my face, right hand coming up to my left shoulder feeling my clavicle. Don't need to say it, but I ain't too pleased as you take control. Gritting my teeth, I roll a full rotation to my right, pain of the shoulder showing as I do. Grab the ropes, and start trying to recover ready to hold on with my good arm for dear life if you try and grapple with me while I'm down.

John Page:
I reach down and pull you up, standing behind you I wrap my arms around your waist, link my fingers, yank you back from the ropes and German suplex you onto the back of your neck and shoulders, I am not satisfied with that, you are going to see just how pissed off I am with you for the way you showed me up in the first session.

You are not logged in. - German Suplex

I keep hold off you and pull you up. I whisper “How does that neck and your shoulders feel Scott old boy?” Noticing that you are now far more compliant, I deliver a second German suplex. The crowd are now on their feet cheering. I stand up and acknowledge the crowd with a fist in the air. Look down and notice my cock is now harder than ever. I lean on the rope getting some breathing in some much needed oxygen while watching to see your condition and hoping to see you grab your neck.

Eugene Scott:
Alright, I might be in a heap of trouble now, let this be a lesson; if you get man riled up, you best be ready for when they come swinging. John here has me good, by the ropes, shoulder busted up some, then he pulls me up to standing all while the crowd is watching and cheering for him. He brings himself right up against my backside, his hard ass cock pressed right against my rear, practically trying to push its way into me. I start trying to shift left and right to get free, but we both know what’s about to happen. I clench up preparing for impact as he wrenches me up and over into a german suplex. POW right on my shoulders and neck, a loud grunt, gasp even escapes my mouth. John’s on the upswing.

You are not logged in. - German Suplex

He’s not done yet, pull me back up keeping his arms around my waist, his cock to my ass. I can’t just let him toss me around like this, gotta fight. You bring me up to my feet then make a mistake, you take a moment to taunt me, asking how my neck and shoulder feel. I give you an answer by throwing a couple of elbows back your way causing some pain as they slam into your sides. It’s not enough to stop your move in motion as you wrench back with another German Suplex this time letting go. Your arm up in the air not a care in the world for that rock hard dick on display to this live crowd. I can appreciate that, the pain in my shoulder, not so much.

As you lean on the ropes, you see me grab my neck alright, my body finally having built up a decent sweat under the lights. Left hand coming up as my face scrunches up in pain, the whole display painted on that big screen your dick was plastered on for who knows how long? Point being, while you are watching me sell this pain like I have a broken neck, I plant my feet strong on the canvas. I do something that looks kind of weird next, I thrust my hips up, my tent trunks clear as day shooting upward like I’m trying to fuck sky. There is that momentum in that thrust though, it propels me head towards you leaning on those ropes. My right and then hooks around your hurt knee from the figure 4, and with that I pull as hard as I can to bring you toppling down on me, your cock landing someplace on my sternum.

I ain’t done either since all I’ve really done is thrust and grab ya. With you face down on top of me, I wrap my legs around your head. Keep in mind I’m breathing pretty hard from those suplexes done to me, but I know it’s not easy to lift my 214 lbs frame twice like that either. I roll us over on your back, and push myself up to my knees, your whole front laid out now with me sitting on your face looking over it. I ball up my right fist, and get ready to tenderize your core a bit looking for some payback.

John Page:
I see you grab your neck then smile as I see you try to cover up the look of pain on your face with your hand ‘I have a lot more pain in store for you yet Scott’. I look up at the screen and see the close up thinking ‘now that pic I do not mind watching’. The thought crosses my mind that you could just be selling this pain but I am sure after the double suplex, that neck and shoulders are nicely on their way to being ready for a submission attempt.

As I lean back on the ropes panning my next big move, I see you thrust up your hips and unfortunately for me, at that split second I am distracted by your huge erection tenting out your blue trunks, and that is all you need to grab the knee that you just got the submission from “AHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKK” you pull me down on top of you, my cock against your sweaty midsection. You wrap your legs around my head and I immediately start to panic, however after lifting your full body weight three times in a couple of minutes I have not fully recovered and unable to prevent you from rolling us over. I watch your ass in your now very wet sweetly blue trunks descend towards my face and then mmmhmmh my nose and mouth gets smothered under your ass, your aroma instantly fills my brain with very mixed messages. My cock flexes and I am sure you and the camera must see the huge glob of pre that I feel my cock release.

As your ass smothers me I cannot help myself but to take deep breaths of your male sweat hormones and just for a few seconds I actually want you to smother me out and own me. ‘Fuck this, John you need to beat this guy do not let your cock rule your brain’. I feel your first fist land hard into my abs and moan into your ass and then your second fist hits even harder. That’s it I need to try something, anything or this match is all but over for me. I wait until I think you are about to deliver your third punch knowing that you will lower your head then kick up my legs and try to catch your neck between them and then scissor what I hope will be ‘your already weekend neck.’ yt

Eugene Scott:
Sitting on top of you, I take in a breath as you are forced to take in the smell of my manly scent, something I hope you enjoy greatly. Your body squirms as I smother you, me rolling my left arm to try and get a kink out from all the damage you've caused, all with the camera on our bodies. We both know that my shoulder isn't going to be good for the rest of the match, plus my neck is going to be sore too, but the adrenaline keeps me going. Your chest and erect cock on full display struggling under me just makes mine harder, then I bring the fist down I was talking about into your gut hard, the crowd cheers as I notice your cock glistening with precum.

I bring it back up ready to tenderize you like a piece of beef, me turning my head to the big display, the close up shot of me looking at the display in one of those funny infinite corridors when the camera is recording itself. Important part is I notice the time on the clock counting down till midnight, got a little over 5 minutes left, and I damn sure intend to be real ornery with you when that clock strikes 12. My distraction cost me as you bring your legs up around my head, your cock in my face again rubbing that precum on my left cheek. I give a growl with my legs around your head still, then throw us down on my good right shoulder to our sides, Double Head Scissor locked in on both of us. With our near 69 position on display in the ring, the crowd cheers with our sweaty bodies struggling back and forth, and good lord am I enjoying this greatly, my own wet spot starting to show on my trunks. I can't let you get ahead again though, so I start the next move.

You are not logged in. - Double Head Scissors

I do something now I don't often do on camera. You cock shoved up against my face, I take it into my mouth tasting that precum of yours. I got the advantage here, my cock is still safely behind my trunks except for a little bit of its tip showing above the waistband. I give you a good suck to help placate you, hoping the sudden stimulation help lower whatever it is you were thinking of doing to get free. The display is so fucking hot the crowd goes quiet for a moment, we can hear the announcers talking about us even. I then slam my fist into your gut, use that pain to wrench my head free from your legs while releasing my own, roll away from you a full rotation grunting as I roll over my bad left arm onto my back breathing. Camera display trailing over our chest heaving bodies for the crowd. yt

John Page:
Scissoring your neck would never have been possible had you not leaned forward to punch my abs or get distracted, if you had just sat on my face I would not have been able to reach your neck and you would have won the match by submission or KO. Saying that it would have been the most horny loss to the best looking wrestler I have been in a professional match with.

Having secured your head I squeeze as hard as I can, feeling my cock against your face knowing my pre is getting wiped on it. Even though I have secured the head scissors I have not been able to take a clear advantage with your hot sweaty ass remaining on my face, you then throw us down to the right. Our bodies are now locked in a 69 position. We are certainly giving the crowd and the viewers their money’s worth tonight and they are repaying us with loud cheering, showing their appreciation for the both of us. As we both try to tighten up our hold your bulge presses into my face and I taste your pre that is now soaking into your trunks ‘go on John you know you want to’ I suck some of your pre from your trunks and I can tell you Mr Scott you taste real good.

I GASP as you take my cock into your mouth. Your ass smell has already sent my brain into a sexual frenzy and now I freeze, no longer fighting you, unable to decide what to do next. ‘Fuck if I cum the game is over’ I am in a sexual daze and I can hear the announcers talking about our actions. **THUMP** you slam a fist into my abs, I grunt in pain and you fairly easily pull your head free, you roll then away, as do I. I hear you grunt and I smile knowing you just rolled onto your left arm and shoulder, realising it is damaged more than I had hoped for. I take some deep breaths and see you are still on your back. I get to my knees determined to get up before you.
00:28 John Page: As you make your move to raise from the canvas I stomp that left shoulder 1…2…3…times I grab your left arm while I drop my right knee onto your neck, tuck your left arm under my left armpit.I am tempted to yank the hold on hard and fast which could cause you serious damage, But I want to win this match not end the career of I guy I respect and want to wrestle again. There is a distinct increase in noise from the crowd as I press my right knee down hard between your neck and your shoulders while I lean back pulling your arm up and back putting enough pressure on for you to realise I can do real damage. Looking down into your eyes I WINK at you. “If you do not give Scott I will make sure you do not come out for the final round” The referee is standing there looking at you and ready to tell me to release if you submit.

You are not logged in. - Side Armbar

Eugene Scott:
Here I think I have the means to take full control, maybe around 4 minutes left till midnight after our very hot double head scissors. You manage to get up quicker than me though on account of the damage I've taken to my shoulder, then you go on and start stomping on it, me grunting in pain from the first one. I bring my right hand to cover the shoulder when you continue with the other two stomps, a deep growl as it seems like you really want to piled on the damage. You then grab that arm and slap on your armbar on my left. You manage to get a genuine holler out of me from it, that camera showing my face contorted as you hold me there with your cock hidden, pressed up behind my shoulder. The ref down by my face, I actually see some concern from him about a potential injury, all while he is asking if I give. I take a deep breath, grit my teeth, and evaluate for a brief moment.

When I rolled away from center, that got me close to the ropes. I know if I stretched, I could hook it with my leg, ref would call you off with a hell of a lot of sternness. Thing is I'm worried that you won't let go right away... Then you make your threat. I know I've riled you up might be bad, I just didn't want you to tap out so easily is all, just so I could put you on display a bunch. The question I have to ask is would John Page break a person? I start to reach up my hand ready to let you take this fall... then something happens.

As I start to reach my hand up to tap, I hear a few people start to chant my name from the crowd. It builds more and more of them joining in. The display focused on me, ready to cement my submission in history at this historic location... I just can't do that, not now while the crowd starts picking up the rhythm. "Eugene Scott! Eugene Scott!" I plant my legs again, gritting my teeth looking straight into your eyes. I thrust my hips up again, the pain in my shoulder making me growl. That thrust gives me just the few inches I need to hook my leg over the rope. "Get... Off... John..." I growl at you as my free hand comes up to your hand on my shoulder, trying to pull it from me while the Ref sighs and gets in your face. yt

John Page:
I hear you holler and I know this one is genuine. I am truly reluctant to put too much pressure on that shoulder but I also know you are going to be stubborn and not want to make it look like you gave me an easy submission. I want to beat you fair and square in the last round, I do not want the match to end prematurely and I want my fun with you, I look up at the screen and see a close up of your agonised face. The referee looks concerned and is ready to step in immediately if you submit or pass out from the pain, he asked every few seconds if you want to submit. Both the referee and I see you raise your hand and I get ready to release the hold. I am mad as hell at you but I would never keep you in a hold that has the potential to cause lasting injury.

John Page:
Tension is building. I am not expecting a verbal submission from you but I am anticipating an imminent tap, when all of a sudden the crowd start chanting your name louder and louder as more and more join in. well Mr Scott so much for my worrying about the crowd being hostile towards you. You just do not want to submit so I guess I am just going to have to risk dislocating your shoulder, when you thrust up your hips and manage to get your foot on the bottom rope. You shout "Get... Off... John..." I ease off the hold as the referee gets in my face. I let your arm drop to your side. Stand back with my arms in the air. Looking at you I cannot understand how you are still 1-0 up in this match. I am so angry now but I need to concentrate. Looking up at the big clock it is coming up to midnight.

Oh you are now going to wish you had tapped because with what I have planned for you now, you will have no choice but to verbally submit and it will be loud and instant. I love the old Brit-pro villain heels and my favourite was a guy from Bradford, way up North by the name of Jim Breaks. Jim won almost every match he ever had with his own move called the Jim Breaks Special. He spent half the match weakening a guy’s shoulder and when the time was right he got a screaming submission with what I am about to use on you.

You are not logged in. - Jimmy Breaks

As you get to your feet I push the referee out of the way, grab your left arm yank out it hard once then grab your left hand with my right hand I place my left hand on your weakened shoulder and bend your arm at the elbow.

You are not logged in. You are not logged in. - Jimmy Break’s Special

We are all set. I actually look you in the face and smile then lift you up as high as I can knowing all your bodyweight is being held by your weakened shoulder alone. I am sure the referee has seen this hold before and he is watching your face whereas I am facing the big screen ready to ease you down to your feet again whereas Jim Breaks just threw his opponents onto their backs.

Eugene Scott:
My leg on the rope, me growling at you to release; you do just that. I saw that look in your eye though, you were going to do it, something that might really hurt my shoulder. Right hand comes up to feel the damage, that pain mighty bad now. Little do I know what you have in store next. I take a moment to catch some breath as you toss your arms in the air looking pretty upset. I stretch out the joint while the ref keeps you at bay for a moment, knowing how to quickly adjust a muscle in a pinch. Still I'm a bit worried about this one, I just hope you are burning yourself out with all this exertion.

I use my good arm to get up to standing by grabbing the ropes, needing to conserve all the stamina I got right now. It's about then that you shove the poor ref out of the way to come at me, grab left arm and start to twist in a type of joint lock. I'm not familiar with Jimmy Breaks myself, but I've heard of his hold before. Fortunately my wrist is pretty flexible, it's one thing I worked on a lot when training in my martials training, and so I can take a good wrist bend. Lifting me up on my bad shoulder like that though, you're right, it gets a loud holler out of me right away. That face you are looking for on me is right there on display as I see that meanness in your eye. Full broadcast display showing me held up in your grip, my hand bent up into my chest, my boots pressing on your knees to try and mitigate as much of my weight as I can.

After the initial holler, I grit my teeth real hard, my shoulder on fire as it feels like my muscles are tearing. Ref asks me quickly if I give, knowing what this hold is. I turn my head to him, trying to hold back tears and shake my head up and down. He waves his hands accepting my submission and orders you to release me. As I hang there a moment longer with my crotch right in your face, you might not notice how the recent pain has dampened my erection a little. I hang there in your grasp now, hoping you let me down like the ref wants... but ready to slam my foot into your rock hard cock if you don't release me pronto. yt

John Page:
Your ass smother depleted my oxygen levels somewhat and I do not feel very strong, lifting your body off the canvas was bad enough and I sure as hell will not be able to keep you suspend very long however, every time I have used this hold on the past the submission has been instant but on this occasion you manage to rest your boots on my knees which makes me wince myself as my knee is still feeling the effects of your fig4. Your crotch is in my face and as I breathe in your powerful androstadienone, I begin to worry that I am going to fail again but the referee asks you for your submission and you immediately nod your head. The referee signals your submission and I let you down before the bell even finishes ringing. I think everyone in the arena is standing. The referee holds up my hand while the announcement was made.

You are not logged in. - The Clock

Damn I wanted the first submission of 2022 but it is timed at 11.59 pm ‘oh well I sure as hell got the last submission of 2021 and I will still get the first submission of 2022’.

I look at you seeing that look on your face, I know it is not just pain as you have several feeling going on all at the same time, I should know as it is not that many minutes ago that you put me through the worst feelings that I have felt, inside a wrestling ring that is. I push you into your corner and place your hands over the top ropes. “Well Mr Scott I guess you were thinking a 2-0 win was on the cards here tonight for you, well now you are wondering if you can even win at all. I can answer that for you but I will let you find out the hard way buddy”.

We notice the noise level in the arena has dropped again. Dropping to my knees in front of you then I put my fingers into the waistband of your trunks and slip them down as far as your thighs, exposing your cock, I look up at you and grin “Mr Scott you are not as hard as you was, we better do something about that” a camera zooms in.

You are not logged in. - Eugene’s Cock

Not only can you feel me suck your 9" shaft into my mouth you are able to watch it along with the rest of the arena and the viewers. Your pre is about the sweetest I have ever tasted however I am all business for now and once I have you back to a full throbbing erection, I pull my mouth away from your cock pull your trunks down, lifting your feet one at a time and relieve you of your wet sweaty blue trunks.

I take your trunks to my nose and smell them, well Mr Scott you know how to get me going with your aroma but for the sake of the camera I screw up my face as if to say they stink bad and I get a huge roar of laughter from the crowd. I finish my display of stripping you by putting your trunks briefly under your own nose. Say quietly “you got two minutes and then I am going to ruin your trip to London”

You are not logged in. - Eugene Fully Erect

I take one look down at your now fully erect dick, turn and walk back to my corner where I gladly take a drink from the ring hand, giving him your trunks “take these and put them in my kit bag”. Squatting down on my haunches pre dripping onto the canvas from my cock, desperately and trying to recover some much needed strength. Knowing deep down that two minutes is nowhere near enough but happy that you must be just as exhausted as I am. I do not take my eyes off you.

Eugene Scott:
You set me down and I immediately start checking my shoulder, the pain clear as day on my face. Start to adjust it as you hold up your hands in victory for the round. I may have submitted, but I ain't exhausted or out of breath, though a bit sweaty. A sharp excruciating pain like that hold, it forces a submission entirely out of fear of being broken, the joint look on the wrist and fingers adding extra incentive. So I stand there with a slump as you get your applause, cheers, and close up on the big screen, me using every moment I can to try and get the kinks out of my shoulder and wrist. You then push me back to the corner arms over the ropes, and pull my trunks down.

You are not logged in. You are not logged in. You are not logged in. You are not logged in. - Eugene’s Cock

You make your jab about cards and if I'm worried about losing, but I don't respond, already thinking about what I'm going to do to you. I see my cock flash up there on the big display time showing just about midnight, my turn to be shamed in front of the crowd, though I secretly love the attention. Always been proud of how large I am, and the crowd cheers as you expose me. You coming onto my cock to get me fully erect with your mouth, that's a surprise. It feels good and I can't help but to let out a moan. I keep working on adjusting my arm while you do this, I can't have it this bad during the next round, too obvious a weakness. You then strip my trunks all the way leaving me there in the corner while you sniff them long and deep. Get a smirk out of me when you make that face, then you make me smell them and tell me I have 2 minutes.

As we take our 2 minute break, we hear the crowd countdown to midnight. I had hoped to make you cum at this moment, but here I am sipping water and massaging my shoulder. I give you a hard look as the display of my dick changes to that of Big Ben with the fireworks going off, crowd yelling "Happy New Year!" We can hear the fireworks display as our 2 minutes expire. I then rise up and start heading to the center dick fully hard and ready to rumble with one of the few men to earn such a painful submission on me. I look you in the eye as we come to the center of the ring, no sign of malice right now on my face, "Happy New Years."

Published: 2022-01-07, viewed 86 times.