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You are not logged in. - Eugene Scott

You are not logged in. - John Page

— Royal Albert Hall —

John Page:
As I squat in my corner trying to recover as much energy as possible I watch you intently. You keep working that shoulder; I must have done a real good number on that which has set me up nicely to take this match after all. I must have also done a good job with your cock as it is standing proud. Actually it looks a little intimidating I mean a cock that size cold be very painful if used in a certain way, the crowd however seem to love seeing it and you appear to be lapping up the attention. The difference between me after my stripping where I was totally humiliated and you standing in your corner looking so proud is remarkable and makes me feel a tad uneasy.

The crowd get noisy and Big Ben plays ‘Westminster Quarters’ signalling midnight, we hear the massive firework display along the river Themes, the crowd all wishing each other "Happy New Year!". We get the signal that the two minutes is over and I must say it seemed a much shorter two minutes than the last break. I see you walk to the centre with that huge weapon pointing menacingly at me. I walk towards you thinking here we go I need to finish Mr Scott quickly. However as we approach I notice that you are not looking to lock up or make a move but instead you wish me a Happy New Years. “Thank you Mr Scott and the same to you, we will grab a glass of something for a toast later I hope”.

A huge cheer goes up as the bell sounds and I quickly maybe a little too quickly but ‘All's fair in love and war' grab your right arm with both my hands, I would have liked your left arm but you are keeping that well out of my reach. I swing you into the ropes, watching your back hit them, I judge your rebound, then I jump of the canvas and aim my feet at your left shoulder. Let’s see how you like that for the start to your New Year l Mr Scott.

You are not logged in. - Drop Kick

Eugene Scott:
You're right I'm keeping that arm away from you, so when you reach forward, I jerk my left shoulder back which lets you grab my right arm. You then go and whip me into the ropes, my cock on full display as I run, all with these fancy 60 FPS cameras catching it bobbing without any motion blur to screw up the picture. I hit the ropes and bounce back, but I got a full couple seconds to respond as I see you jump up into the air aiming to try and land a drop kick on me. Maybe even right into my left shoulder. I ain't gonna let that happen though, as when I'm running forward I dive into a roll right alongside you, favoring my right shoulder and coming to a stop by the ropes. You come crashing down knowing how to catch yourself just like I do when a drop kick misses, but that's the moment I need to capitalize.

You want to target weak points Mr. Page? Alright, let's do that, let's put some real fear in you then. I grab your good leg, the one that I locked up tight in the Figure 4 in round one. I lift it up in the air and slam it back down into the canvas, a few people in the crowd gasping as I do. I'm not done yet though, I then jump up and bring my elbow down on the joint, more people letting out a gasp as they realize I'm aiming to hurt that leg bad now. After impact I roll away two rotations on my side to a turnbuckle, plenty of distance while I watch you react to those hits. I'm not going to let you do that breaker move again to me again, if I take out your leg, then you will practically be at my mercy... then the real fun for this final round will start.

John Page:
I believe I have timed my dropkick perfectly and I am at your shoulder height when at the moment before impact dive into a roll and I sail past you. “FUCK” we are into the third round of a gruelling match and in spite of all I put you through in the last fall, you seem as sharp as at the first bell. However whether a dropkick hits its target or is a complete miss there is a tried and tested way to land on the ground that mitigates most chances of injury and today is no exception.

You though give me no time to return to my feet as you grab the leg that you got your submission from. As you lift it I feel a sharp twinge and then *SLAM*, my YEPL is drowned out by the GASP of the crowd. I am stunned by the initial flood of pain that is radiating from my knee. I reach down to grab at my knee but before I reach it the point of your elbow if driven into it this time when I open my mouth, it is not a yelp but a HOWL that comes out. My knee feels like it is on fire.

There is another GASP from the fans who like me now know that you have just ensured that I will not be performing anymore standing impact moves during this match. As the situation becomes clear in my brain I get a feeling of dread, needing to think of a new strategy so early in the final and most important round is not going to be easy but I take comfort knowing that I only need to get a hold on your left arm and that can be done from the ground. I roll to the ropes and use them to get to my feet. Seeing you leaning against the turnbuckle I limp out to the centre of the ring where I stand with most of my weight on one leg and defiantly beckon you out, my eyes watching that shoulder of yours, “Come on smartarse let’s get this done”.

You are not logged in. - John Page Taunting

Eugene Scott:
You want me at the center of the ring, sure thing. I come your way seeing that hurt leg of yours, then reach out with both hands and grab ahold of yours, forcing another lockup while willing to risk my shoulder coming close. I favor my right side and push into you knowing I have the advantage as I add pressure to that knee. Come chest to sweaty chest with you under the hot lights, the crowd on their feet looking to see who can take the lead, a smile crosses my face as we are so close we could practically kiss. Course the fun part of this struggle is that our cocks are rubbing against one another too, a close up of that on the big screen for all our fans to cheer for. I now pivot and bring my leg behind your bad knee and start to push your back downward to the canvas, you cock shooting straight up as I do.

You are not logged in. - Forcing a Bridge

I keep pushing till your head is pressed against canvas, your body arches in a forced bridge. I aim to shove you all the way down to the canvas, I aim to showcase your naked body under me like I hoped to do in the second round. Bring up my knee and rest it on your abs now, adding my body weight, full 214 lbs to the pressure, knowing you will have to burn a lot of your tank to try and resist this. I focus on keeping our hands locked, cus I don't want them getting loose. Stare into your face with that smile as I exert some control over you now.

You are not logged in. - Forced Bridge Complete

John Page:
I watch you approach me then you force a lock up. I can feel that you have far more power in your right arm than your left but it is also immediately obvious to me that you are still stronger than me. As we come chest to chest our bodies so hot and sweaty my cock seems to be getting hard again and when I see that smile on your face and we are so close it crosses my mind for a moment that I could distract you by planting a kiss on your lips but quickly remind myself that I would be distracting myself at the same time after all I am already more than distracted with the feeling of our cocks rubbing against each other’s,

As you begin to push me back and dominate this hold you cock being two inches bigger than mine also seems to be the dominant cock. ’Come on John Mr Scott is getting into your head you need to fight these feelings’. You really start to take control now, as you pivot and get your leg behind my bad knee you start to push me all the way backwards my cock now standing straight up which starts to bring the fans back up to full volume. I now feel my head touch the canvas and I am forced to bridge up while the pain in my knee is increasing. You then put your knees on my abs and I am forced to bear your full weight. I am determined not to give you the satisfaction of breaking my bridge but the pressure on my knee is becoming unbearable. You have our hands locked and I literally have no possible counter from this position.

As I burn more and more of my already depleted strength I see you staring at me with that so so sexy smile. Fuck you are really getting into my head now Mr Scott not only controlling my body but I am having real problems stopping you invading my mind. All of a sudden I SHRIEK as my knee gives way, my bridge collapses and your knees with all your 214 lbs crushes my abs.

Eugene Scott:
You collapse down under me and my face turns to that of a cat that just go cream. I notice that cock of yours, all while you a gasping for air with my knee in your gut. I release you right arm and bring my left over to your cock, take hold of it and make sure the foreskin of yours is nice and pulled back. Seemed with you harder than a stone on viagra, it would be pulled back already, but I'm a gentleman at heart. I wrap my hand around nice and firm and give you a couple strokes while watching your face, to my surprise the crowd start counting as I do. Don't plan to make you shoot just yet, but I want you plenty ready for when I do. I stroke, "...1! ...2! ...3! ...4!" That big screen is showing all the action with the crowd counting, the Ref looking positively red in the face as he watches. On that 4th stroke I hold my hand to watch you squirm, then finally release. "I ain't done with you yet, Page. Not after my shoulder."

I start to stand up then drop my knee back into your gut hoping you keep you nice and docile. I'm still holding your left tight, so I release it just long enough I can grab ahold of your wrist. Reach my other down to your good leg, grab it by the ankle, then slide off you pulling you to your side as I do. I then jam both my boots into your spine someplace in the lower back and stretch you out in a Grounded Bow and Arrow lock. Both our cocks on full display with one of them funny camera drones flying over head, it taking some of the hottest picture of 2022 are being recorded you scream. I doubt you'll tap out yet, I've seen you in a Hell of a lot worst shape in other matches, let's just enjoy the moment.

You are not logged in. - Grounded Bow and Arrow

John Page:
As I collapse in pain and winded, depleted of energy and as horny as I have ever been in my life. I watch your face turn from a smile to a wide grin. You release my right arm and grab my cock I GASP. I am absolutely rock hard and when you go to roll my foreskin back you notice nature has already that job for you.

You are not logged in. - John Page’s Cock

OH FUCK you wrap your figures around my cock firmly and give it a couple of strokes while our eyes lock and I can see that you are enjoying your few moments of domination, possibly thinking that you have this match won already. ‘Well Scott it is not over yet and Hell will freeze over before I will give you another submission’. All of a sudden I hear the crowd start counting. I look to my side and I can see the screen is showing you stroking my cock as clear as day and that feeling of total humiliation returns.

I panic as I am sure you are going to make me shoot my load for all to witness in HD but then on the fourth stroke you stop but hold my cock in your hand while I squirm and shake and then hear you say. "I ain't done with you yet, Page. Not after my shoulder." I realise you want payback and at this minute you are in the perfect position to get it.

You rise and then drop your knee deep into my abs and I CRY out again then gasp for breath, while you use the time to lock me up and jam your boots into my lower back before pulling on my arm and leg with a nasty bow and arrow. My body is on display and I am facing the big screen showing both our bodies and cocks from different shots and angles culminating in me being forced to watch along with the whole crowd and God knows how many watching live, a string of pre leaving my cock and stretching to the canvas. The Hall erupts with laughter as my face turns beetroot red with embarrassment. The pain you are inflicting is bad but I have no intention of giving you a submission in fact although it is now obvious to me that I am in serious trouble I also know that I have won matches in the past from similar situations and the cockier you become the more likely you are to slip up. The referee asks me if I want to submit “NO FUCKING WAY”

Eugene Scott:
I hold you there for a good moment, thinking about the ways I want to display you to this crowd here. I'm not afraid to say that there are some concerns about this round, especially how you flipped things around before, with my shoulder paying the price. As much as I want to edge you in front of this crowd, I think I'd better play it safe. I release the hold and get to my knees as I roll you on your front, depriving the crowd of your glorious cock for a couple seconds. Fortunately there is an Instant Replay going on the main screen as the announcers talk about our cocks, one of them commenting about the pain coming your way when I take you later. Me though, I'm focused on my craft, the art of making a man suffer while on display, and very soon shoot his load for all of the crowd, and maybe even the world to see.

I put my knee on your back, right where my boots were a moment ago, then reach down and grab your hurt leg, the one with the knee I've been targeting. I wrench it up over the back of my neck, drape my arm over your ankle to keep it steady, the end result having your cock pull up off the canvas on display, string of precum dripping from it reflecting almost pretty in the light. There is some pressure on your knee, but I don't aim to hurt you much with this one, but I do make you plenty aware of the pain I could inflict. This hold ain't about torture though, it's about pleasure as you are about to find out. Free hand grabs your cock again, it more slick than a stone in a river. Hand coiled around it strong, I being to stroke, the crowd counting along as I do again, everyone wondering how many strokes it will take to get you to spurt your load for everyone to see.

You are not logged in. - Stretch Muffler

The flying drone I mentioned earlier, it hovers nearby getting the full footage, your beet read face reaction not spared from the angle. With you locked down in my Stretch Muffler, my hand coiled around your shaft, I give you a single long stroke. "Come on John, let's give them what they want." I then stroke again, and again, the crowd counting as I do. Only question left is how many strokes will it take before you shoot that load of yours? I place a bet in my mind on a number, all while I continue to give you them long wet strokes.

John Page:
You continue to hold me in your bow and arrow, I have no intention of submitting, in fact my adrenaline levels must be increasing as I seem to be able to stand the pain better now but being forced to watch your domination over me as you display my body is becoming unbearably humiliating. Eventually you release me. I let out a sigh of relief as you roll me onto my front. At last my rock hard cock is hidden from view. I really am having a problem understanding how when I am in such pain my cock can remain so bloody hard. I glance up and see the production team are playing close up replays of our cocks, while I can also hear the commentators talking about them one I hear say “It looks very much like Page has got a lot of pain coming his way when Scott takes him later!” On hearing that I inwardly panic. I have noticed how awesome your cock is. I also know how tight my ass is and how much that will hurt if you get the chance to enter me with it.

My mind is quickly brought back to the present as you put your knee into my now sore back and then grab my hurt leg putting the knee you have been targeting behind your neck then secure it in place by draping your arm over my ankle. I am lifted from the canvas. Unfortunately I am still able to look directly at the screen which has conveniently returned to live footage, showing another string of pre dripping from the tip of my solid cock. I moan from the dull pain in my knee and then you slightly increase the pressure causing a slightly louder groan from me and Scott I know exactly why you did that, just to show me how much control you have over me at this time and how much pain you could inflict on me within a split second, I have no choice but to take note and realise that I will need to comply or maybe receive another forced break from wrestling.

My body and my mind freezes as I feel your hand grab my cock, you coil your strong hand and fingers around it. My shaft is primed ready rock hard, throbbing and sticky with an abundance of pre. I feel your first stroke literally glide up my cock, let out a loud moan of pleasure. I hear the buzz of a drone over the ring along with the crowd who begin to count loudly. I cannot believe you are going to force me to orgasm in the ring at the Royal Albert Hall, in front of thousands. I know I cannot expect any compassion from you as indeed I would have done the same to you, I know you are going to force one hell of a load out of me and the only questions are how many strokes it will take you, how much cum I will surrender to you and what condition a massive orgasm will leave me in.

You give me a single long stroke and then your sexy American accent saying “Come on John; let's give them what they want." Sends me over the edge. I suddenly feel very submissive and I now want you to make me come. You start to stroke the crowd are counting …3…4…5…I tense up being locked in your ‘Stretch Muffler’ even feels horny, your strong manly hand on my cock, the smell of your sweat is all too much for me 6…7…your strokes feel wetter as more and more pre ludes my tool 8… 9…my ball churn my body starts shaking 10…AH FUCK 11….and on the 12th stroke my body vibrates and I shoot a very powerful first shot GASPING MOANING CRYING the ROAR from the crowd is louder than ever.

You are not logged in. - John Page Shooting

I then fire shot after shot onto the canvas in what seems to be the longest most powerful orgasm I have ever had. By the end and as my body calms down it feels totally wrecked. I open my eyes and I can see my orgasm being replayed. “FUCK…”

Eugene Scott:
As I stroke you, I feel the tension in your body, the struggle, and it makes my cock so fucking hard. Some precum dripping down the side of it even, all while we are recorded in this intimate act between us. We’ve both been filmed naked before in the ring, been filmed fucking and being fucked, but this one moment with you John Page, is one of the most intimate I’ve ever had with a man. I hold you there as I milk you, the puddle of cum growing while the crowd cheers, the ref’s stern face covered in red blush from the display he has the privilege of watching. Once you run empty, big ass grin on my face, I let go of your member and lower you down on the canvas right into that mess I made you make.

A moment later I pat you on the back for putting on such a good performance, then I rise up holding my cummy hand for the crowd to see. You probably know why I do this, I do it so you can have a moment to breathe, all while I take in the spectacle of the crowd, showing them my dominance with my raging hardon on full display. Camera drone swooping around and getting beautiful shots of me as I stand there.

You are not logged in. You are not logged in. You are not logged in. - Eugene Glamor Shots

Match isn’t over yet though, and after a moment I turn back towards you. I crouch down and raise my hands again, waiting for you to pull yourself up to standing. As soon as you do I plan to push into you with another Collar and Elbow and start to force you under my control again. Let’s see if you manage to repel me somehow.

John Page: WOW that was the best orgasm I can ever remember and although it was probably the most humiliating few moments I have ever spent in a wrestling ring, it was by far the hottest and most intimate sexual act I have had the pleasure of being involved in either inside the ring or out, it will be remembered by both of us for the remainder of our careers and beyond. It will be watched over and over by gay wrestling fans for years to come and I would imagine as far as IPW are concerned it will be a best seller. Mr Scott I can honestly say that this match has turned out to be one of the toughest I have ever had with IPW. There has been some kind of connection or chemistry between us that I picked up on firstly in your text and most certainly from the moment I met you for that beer. What just happened was special and could not be faked; I doubt it will ever be bettered by two wrestlers in a ring.

You continue to hold me while you display me, my still dripping cock, unusually has lost none of its erection. The crowd cheers. I can see on the screen that your cock is dripping pre as you pose for the various cameras and fans. In a way I am pleased that you have enjoyed what just happened as it confirms my feeling that we are a perfect match. In fact, I am 100% sure that a telephone call is being made between management at this very moment concerning booking a rematch. Eventually my cock stops dripping and you do just what I knew you would and lower me into the huge puddle of cum that you just forced out of me. It feels cold and sticky, adding to the embarrassment that I am feeling.

I remain face down breathing erratically, trying to pull myself together. Many matches would have been over with that emission but tonight’s rules are special so if I can just pull myself together, I can still turn this match around. I feel you pat me on my back then watch on the screen as you raise your wet cummy hand to the crowd who I am pleased to say have really taken to you like one of their own. Yeah Mr Scott I know you are taking a breather but huh so am I and I am sure I need it more than you. I watch as you proudly display your dominance, showing off that gorgeous monster of a rock hard 9’’ cock that scares the shit out of me.

I see you getting ready to continue, crouching down and raising your hands. I know it is now or never, your left shoulder remains my objective. Knowing if I accept another Collar and Elbow I will seal my fate, I must try something different. As I get to my knees I dive at you wrapping my arms around your legs, I thrust you forwards, ensuring you land on your back. I immediately mount you with my arse sitting on your cock I desperately try to make a grab for your left arm but unfortunately you successfully prevent me from securing it. It’s ok Mr Scott for what I have in mind your right arm will suffice. I grab it and distract you by rubbing my ass over your cock.

You are not logged in. - John Mounting Eugene

I then swiftly swing my left leg over your head, my right across your body and secure a classic cross arm bar. If I had your left arm I am sure I would have had a chance of gaining the winning submission but I do not have the strength to try for a submission from your right uninjured arm. I am sure however that I have a chance of doing to you what you just did to me and that will not only weaken you but will empty your balls of the seed that you are planning to inject into my ass. “Are you ready for this Mr Scott?” As I hold your arm in place with my left hand, my right hand grabs your huge, solid leaking cock. The crowd really starts buzzing now as a drone comes down, only inches above us. I first rub my palm over your cockhead, coating it with your pre before I give you your first stroke.

You are not logged in. - Milking Armbar

Eugene Scott:
I finish standing around with my arms up in the air like I just scored a touchdown; that's what we Ameri-folk call scoring a point in Football, not to be confused with Soccer. Anyhow, you do that thing where you wrap your arms around my legs and knock me to the canvas, then you start rubbing my cock with with your ass while you try and grab my bad arm. I think I might have let you rest too much. I manage to keep my left arm safe, but at the cost of handing you my right, then you go and lock me down in a cross armbar, a dangerous Brazilian Jujitsu move that seems to be everywhere in the wrestling world these days. Swear this sport was different in 2006. Point being, you have my good arm trapped, all while you take control of my cock and aim to embarrassment me like I just did to you. Mr. Page is out for revenge it seems.

The way this plays out, I have a few choices open to me, and none of them are particularly good. Page is aiming for milking right now, not submission, and he probably knows that I know the counter to this move to prevent the torque needed to make me tap. To make matters worse, I am so fucking horny right now, he might just get me to shoot before I can stop him. I have my free hand, but its my weak shoulder he wore down heavily in the 2nd round. I could roll into him to keep the pressure off the hold, use my weak hand to try and get his hand off my cock. Thing is, that's probably exactly what he wants cus if he can get ahold of that arm, all types of trouble are headed my way. Other option is I struggle to get my arm free and let him go about his milking business, not a fan there since the orgasm is going to not only embarrass me, but weaken me too. My last good option involves burning a lot of the remaining gas in my tank, and I think that's what I'm going to have to do.

I lean forward into you now, get my feet under my thighs while you go about milking me. I let out a moan as your slippery hand rubs all the right places, you are a vet at this for sure. Legs secured, I reach forward now, wrap my bad hand around my elbow joint for security, fingers sliding up against your cummy cock I notice, hoping that sensitivity might buy me a moment. I now do a feat to strength that is hard to do, especially when you are being stimulated in all the sexual ways John is working on. I grit my teeth real hard, tighten up my core, and to the shock of the crowd, manage to life your 205 lbs frame up off the canvas. I'm sweaty something fierce as I do this, gritting my teeth so hard, I'm afraid a filling might pop out. I lift with you grabbing hold of my cock, 1 foot... 1.5 feet... 2 feet... 3 feet up as I get to my knees. 3.5 feet.... Then I slam your back straight down on the mat right over your cum puddle from earlier.

I let out a massive roar as I do, it so loud, it eclipses the sound of the crowd. That camera drone catching the whole thing as the crowd cheers, the announcers lose their religion talking about what they just saw. I look down at you hoping to see this act, that slam was enough to get you off me, me trying to pull my hand free and roll away from you. I pray to whoever is out there that this act is enough to knock the stuffing out of you. If it ain't, I might have just set myself up for a big loss at the start of this new year.

John Page:
Well Mr Scott you are as horny as hell I can feel your 9’’ shaft throbbing. My confidence is building. If I can force you to have a massive orgasm I am going to be able to finish you off very quickly. I look up at the screen which is showing a zoomed in shot of my fingers sliding up and down your slick wet cock. I am feeling increasingly confident that I will force an orgasm and at the very least that will spare me from having your monster cock stabbing its way into my tight chamber. The crowd are now on the edge of their seats, wondering how this will turn out after we have both emptied our balls. Ever since I entered the ring today my cock has been rock hard, my erection has not subsided for a second not even while you was causing me enough pain to make me submit or after you forced me to empty my balls and now with your soft warm skin of your arm against my cock. I am getting the urge to put my DNA deep inside you.

I must concentrate on making you cum, I know for sure now that we have a mutual sexually attraction and that is now to my advantage. I also have you held in a reasonably secure hold that had this been earlier in the match when I had more strength and before you had worn down my body and drained my cock so convincingly would have resulted in your submission. However I am aware that you have options available to you and my knee is particularly vulnerable to attack.

I am enjoying the feel of your cock in my hand as much as you are enjoying what I am doing to you. I feel you lean into me ‘oh no you don’t Mr Scott you are going to give me your cum’ I try to increase the intensity of my stroking but you get your feet under my thighs. “NOW NOW Mr Scott don’t fight it, you know you want to give me your seed”. You wrap your left hand around your right elbow “AHHHHHHHHH” your fingers brush now very sensitive cock causing my concentration to break long enough for you to begin to lift me from the canvas. While I am able to keep a hold on your cock I stop my sexual attack. I can feel myself lifted higher while the crowd applauds your strength. I desperately try tugging on your arm but too late SLAM.

My back lands hard on the canvas right into the puddle of my own cold wet cum. There is a huge ROAR of YES from the crowd as the slam causes my back to spasm and also a sharp stabbing pain in my knee. My grip on your arm and your cock is lost. I get a sinking feeling as I lay on my back stunned looking directly into the lens of a camera, suspended from a drone only feet above my head, feeling deflated with my confidence gone again. What do I need to do to beat you Scott I ask myself as I remain on my back trying to gather myself together, taking deep breaths of air while hoping and praying you are also needing to take some recovery time.

Eugene Scott:
I look at you there, myself breathing heavy with that camera hovering over you. It then zips over to me to get a glamor close up shot of me hunched over holding my shoulder, my sweaty body gleaming under the light compliment by my rock hard shiny cock. We both know we're at the end of this match, the crowd is cheering for the end. I shamble your way ready to do the hold I've been thinking about all night, but I need to keep you under control, so I stand over you and drop my knee onto your cum covered gut again, knocking some wind out of you, a perfect thumbnail image for IPW management to use for this match. I lean down close to your face as my weak grabs your cock again, starts to stroke it to make sure you are fully erect for what's coming next. "Don't submit yet, got two things I want to do to you." There is a warmness to my phrase, like the type of thing a lover says before trying a new position, a warm smile on my face as I talk.

I grab your head and cup your balls, pulling us up to standing in the process. I keep stroking you, afterall a little over stimulation never hurt anybody, right? Finally I release your cock and turn you around, interlocking my arms with your own so we are back to back. I feel the cold cum you mentioned, and I think it will be nice and warm again in a moment being slathered between us. With a grunt of pain, I wrench your arms back, my own shoulder hurting from this, but then I pull you up off the canvas onto my back. Your chest is stretched plenty wide while your cock is up in the air on proud display like a national flag. I cup your boots over my thighs and hold you there, the only thing you can use to submit with is your mouth now as the crowd stands cheering. Camera drone buzzes over your body getting the best shot images of the night, all while I struggle myself to keep you there.

You are not logged in. You are not logged in. You are not logged in. - Gory Special

I'm not without my limits, I can't hold this for long. I want you to feel the desperation though. I know you hate to give verbal submissions, and so I wonder if you will stubbornly suffer through this, maybe even screaming, all while refusing to submit. I wonder if I'll have to finish you proper with the hold you know ends with my flesh spike impaled in your ass. I wonder what you think is more preferable? I hold you there with grunts and heavy breathing, letting the crowd, the world, and probably even your own Queen enjoying seeing you on display.

You are not logged in. - Queen Elizabeth

John Page:
As I try to recover a little I see the drone move and hover over to you, I turn and see your sweaty body and your hard shiny cock on full display while the crowd gets excited looking at you in full HD. I have given my all in this match and have felt pain and humiliation like never before, been turned on by you Mr Scott in ways I could not begin to describe. The three of us in the ring know this match cannot go on much longer while the fans watching also sense the beginning of the end. I know I have very little offence left to offer but we both know that I will fight to the bitter end.

You move towards me and try to get up but you drop a knee onto my cummy abs “AH FUCK” my legs and arms shoot up and then fall back to the canvas again, Winded and stunned I remain passive and offer no resistance as you take my hard cock in your hands and start to stroke it, I look into your handsome face silently willing you to make me cum again. Feeling confused when you warmly almost tenderly tell me not to submit yet, as you have two things you want to do to me. ‘I have got no intention of submitting to you again Scott anyways.”

I try to resist but without success as you pull me up to my feet by my head and balls. Continuing to stroke my cock I GASP again wondering if it is your intention to make me cum again before attempting a submission, but you let go of my cock and interlock our arms. We are back to back, I feel my sticky cum warming against your hot sweaty firm back. You wrench my arms back and then lift me off the canvas then up and over your back. Oh shit I start to really panic as the pressure is already building. Then again I get to watch in HD as you put my body and more to the point my rock solid member, now at maximum erection again on full display. I can see the referee watching closely. When you cup my boots over your thighs I know your hold is complete. To say the pain is bad is an understatement, I so want to give you the submission that you crave but it would need to be a verbal one and no matter how much I need to end this pain I cannot, no will not give you that satisfaction.

The referee asks “John, do you submit?” The crowd realising it is all but over shout “GIVE IT UP GIVE IT UP” I look at the referee who has his hands ready to catch me as you release me. I look back at him with tears of pain in my eyes and clearly shout “NO” our backs are wet. I try to wriggle as the drone goes back and forth only a couple of inches above me. Even through this unbearable pain you continue to turn me on and another clear thick string of pre is pouring from my slit onto your butt cheeks. I know the sensible thing to do would be to concede the match but I know this hold will not cause lasting damage. The referee again “John there is no shame in submitting to this hold, do you give up?” I wriggle again feeling a slight slip but you are strong and resolute. The referee looking a little concerned now asks “John just say the wor----“ I do not let him finish and shout over him “NO I WILL NOT SUBMIT TO HIM!” Desperately shaking now.

Eugene Scott:
I can feel you shaking on my back, hear you yelling that you won't submit. That's just what I wanted, I know how stubborn you can be, I've seen matches where people had to break you before you would give up. This here was the final softening for what comes next, though I enjoy seeing your pained wracked body on that huge display. There is also the problem that I can't hold you up any longer, now with this bad shoulder. The crowd is chanting for you to give it up, but I end up releasing in your arms so you plop off my back face first on the canvas. Probably landed a little on your dick too, that was unintentional. I'm leaning over with my hands on my knees breathing heavily from that exertion and turning your way, my cock throbbing so much and aching for release. It's time to finish you now John, and you know what's coming.

I slide my thumb across my neck, the display catching the motion as the crowd explodes; they know it's time for my finisher, and many of them have been praying all night to see me do it to you. Reaching down I grab your hair and pull you up to your knees, camera drone catching the display of your torso and rock hard cock visible, all with that lovely cum glaze on your chest. I know you're at your wits end, I slide my hands under your arm pits now and secure them behind your neck. I start to pull you up now, not all the way yet, use my right boot to spread your legs. I step forward with my cock sliding into your ass now, pressing against your hole, pushing in just a little so you know what's about to happen. I pull you up to standing now, lean forward and whisper in your ear the words that probably make you cringe. "Submit John, or I'm going to fuck you right here right now."

You are not logged in. You are not logged in. You are not logged in. - Full Nelson

I apply the pressure to your arms now as I use my height advantage to bring your feet off the canvas, but don't press your head down, I want you to have the freedom to scream out the words that will end your suffering. If you hold out on me for even a moment, I'm going slide my cock into you and start fucking you in front of the crowd. Your move Mr. Page, your move.

John Page:
I make a loud sigh of relief as I feel you loosen my arms. I then slide off your back, landing unceremoniously face down on the ring floor, wincing as my erect cock gets squashed uncomfortably against the canvas by my bodyweight. I am totally beaten now with no more thoughts of winning this match. I know with some certainty that you fully intend to use your finisher, a move that I have watched you inflict on many opponents and the move I have been dreading ever since I received the notification about this match against you tonight.

Oh yes Mr Scott you know deep down that I have already mentally and sexually submitted to you. I am already frantically trying to decide how and when I should offer my official submission to you. Should I submit as soon as you apply your full nelson as everyone knows how much punishment we have both taken and nobody will blame me for giving up. Or do I give you what you deserve and what the fans have paid to see and allow you to stab that monster of a cock in my ass, with the intense pain that it will inflict upon me. I know full well that the second option will increase future sales of this match multiple times over and add to both yours and my popularity.

I look up at the screen and see you pull your thumb across your throat; the ROAR of the crowd is astonishing, they are telling us both that they know what you are going to do and that they want to see it. It forces me to make my decision which makes me inwardly shudder. You reach down and grab my hair, pulling me up to my knees, my cock back on full display again with my chest and abs glistening with my spent cum, bringing another huge cheer around the grand old hall. You slide your hands under my pits then secure them behind my neck.

You are not logged in. - John’s raging cock.

I tense up as you start to pull me up, spread my legs enough with your boot, then step forward and slide your cock between my cheeks. Then you push your cockhead gently against my hole. My mouth goes dry as I become very afraid of the pain I am one-way or another about to experience.

You pull my up now to a standing position whisper in my ear "Submit John, or I'm going to fuck you right here right now." I get a sick feeling in my stomach when I hear your words. You know for sure that I have already made my decision that you deserve my ass and the fans deserve to see it. You apply pressure to my arms as you bring my feet off the canvas making me moan but I have been in worse pain before and even in this match. There is a buzz of excitement from the fans. I am looking at the screen again and see a live picture of a string of pre stretching from the tip of my penis to the canvas then the camera pans up to the pained and panicked expression on my face.

The referee who he is soon going to be calling for the bell looks into my face and asks “DO YOU WANT TO SUBMIT JOHN?” I bite my tongue, look at his face, take a deep breath, and I try to prepare myself for something I know will cause me unspeakable pain. I swallow my saliva and mumble “NO SIR” We hear a huge chant from the crowd, “FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM! … SCOTT SCOTT SCOTT” from all areas of the hall.

Eugene Scott:
And with that, I go ahead and plow into you. My cock is so hard and throbbing, I can't help but to let out a moan as I do, the act immortalized on film to the roar of the crowd, and a look on my face like I'm a raging stallion.

You are not logged in. You are not logged in. You are not logged in. You are not logged in. - Eugene’s Raging Stallion

Fortunately for you, you rubbed my precum all over my tip earlier when you were trying to milk me, cus that lets it slide in to you a lot easier now. Inch by inch I invade you now, 5... 6... 7... 7.5... 8.... inches in, me watching the big screen closeup of your face as it presses into your prostate. I know I'm large, know that if I go all the way in, how much pain it causes folks. I start thrusting now, your behavior determining how if I press in the extra final inch. If you struggle, you get punished, simple as that. I start thrusting now, not coming out of you, just back and forth to stimulate my cock and let you know what you already know, that I've won this match. I then give a might thrust up with my arms and catch your legs over my thighs as I hold you here, the Full Sex Nelson on display for these paying folks to see right here after the New Year.

You are not logged in. - Full Sex Nelson

I continue to thrust now with that camera drone buzzing around, me coming to the point where I am on edge inside of you. Voice growling in your ear, I say my final declaration of this war. "Give it up John. Holler it out. GIVE UP!"

John Page:
I hardly finish my refusal to submit when I feel your cock plough into my hole and I scream blue murder, however my screams pale into insignificance compared with ovation that you receive as you invade my body with your hard throbbing cock. I hear you let out a roar like a large wild animal as you enter me. It is only the fact that I had already lubed up your tool when I tried to milk you that helps you slide into me without me screaming my immediate submission.

Your large cock goes deeper and deeper up my tight anal cavity, making me cry out louder and louder as you it presses into my prostate. I look up at the screen and can see the look of terror and pain on my own face. You start thrusting and I remain still, knowing that if I struggle that you could easily cause me instant severe pain by simply pushing into me to the hilt. Sweat now pouring from my forehead as each thrust brings me nearer to the point where I cannot take anymore.

The crowd are now in a state of hysteria, encouraging you to fuck me into total submission. That submission is only moments away as each thrust now is getting harder for me to cope with. My anal passage has become very sensitive and sore feeling every tiny movement of your cock as it thrusts, throbs and twitches inside my tight cave. You thrust up with your arms and catch my legs over your thighs. I look up at the screen and even through my excruciating pain I can appreciate the site of my body fixed and displayed in your ‘Full Sex Nelson’. It now sounds like the fans are losing their minds with screams and shouts so loud I feel like my eardrums will burst.
Cameras are closing in all around the ring while the drone has come down so low it is only just above our heads. I feel your cock start to really throb now knowing you are about to fill me with your winners seed and at the same time I can see that look of a pending orgasm as I look at a close up of your face on the screen. Tears flood from my eyes. My own cock feels like it is going to erupt again. I have reached the point that I cannot go beyond. As if on que the referee stands in front of me as you growl into my ear "Give it up John. Holler it out. GIVE UP!". I could just nod to the referee my submission but you deserve much better than that you deserve to hear me totally submit to you I shout at the top of my voice “I GIVE UP NO MORE PLEASE I SUBMIT “

Eugene Scott:
And there we have it, the finish to the match. As you start to scream, you feel me erupt into you, my thick load the texture of gravy now coating your insides. I hold you there, not thrusting, letting my cock pump and fill you up, until there is a drizzle running out of you and down my leg for the cameras to record. I hear the announcers playing this up, talking big about how I overtook John Page, the lights of the arena shining down over us with a smile on my face. I can't hold you up for long though, my shoulder is killing me, so after the 7th or 8th pump of my seed into your body, I lower you pulling out as the ref is red in the face after seeing this display, the first Submission of 2022 recorded now in IPW history.

Pressed up against you, you can feel my cock to your ass, it is still hard and raging. No need for pain anymore, so I did you the kindness of pulling out. I release your left arm now, keeping the right one nice and tight with you locked in a half nelson, that hurt but strong left hand of mine sliding down to feel your chest and feel your nipple, my lips come up to kiss the side of your face. I can taste your tears, not the first time I've done that, many people have cried in this move, and you sure ain't going to be the last. Left hand continues down to your manhood, it so engorged and in need of a friendly hand. That's the second kindness I do now as I wrap fingers around it while giving you another kiss. "Pains over John, let me give you some pleasure."

I begin to stroke, some of the crowd going quiet at the tender display before them. The ref knows his job is done, but stays there to watch the remainder of our action, camera drone taking pictures of the whole thing streaming it live to the screen. I stroke, and stroke, and stroke starting to suck on your neck as I do, your orgasm not far off with the prostate ramming I gave you. A moment later, I feel you erupt, spraying a second load for everyone to see.

You are not logged in. You are not logged in. You are not logged in. - Milking John Page

I keep it going, milking you, emptying you, before finally holding you with my arms around your core. "Alright John, show’s over. Let's get cleaned up and head back to the hotel if you ain't too angry with me." The ref is being a real gentleman, gathering our stripped trunks and bringing it over to us to grab. I await your answer to know if we depart here as friends like we said we would, or something more aggressive. Either way, I know you will want a rematch, I damn sure look forward to it.

John Page:
As I give you the verbal submission that you have craved since our match was booked I feel you pump shot after shot of thick cum into me, my insides now feeling warm and wet. You pump me so full of your seed that I cannot hold it all and I feel some running out and down the inside of my leg. The cameras are getting close-up shots and I hear the announcers talking about your victory and how you overtook me. Well Mr Scott you deserve your victory today and I have no complaints as you played a perfect game. At last you lower me down and surprisingly gently pull out your cock with a squelching plop. You remain pressed against me, Well Mr Scott seems you have the same problem as me, I do not know what it is between us but we just cannot lose these erections.

You release my left arm but keep me locked in a half nelson. I GASP as your left hand then starts to tenderly feel my chest and my nipples. A hush has come over the crowd as they seem to realise a far more intimate scene is about to be played out. You then kiss the side of my face as your hand continues its downwards journey until you wrap your strong fingers around my hard, aching cock, you give me another kiss saying "Pains over John, let me give you some pleasure." I look at the screen and then at your face, seeing a look that I have not seen since we met, a look of kindness and compassion. I now know for sure that we are going to be more than just rivals and that I may have lost this very important match today but I reckon I have won more than I have lost.

You begin to stroke my cock I let out a deep sigh of pleasure. It will not take twelve strokes this time Mr Scott after ramming my prostate like you did. A camera man gets into the ring and moves in close, the referee stands red faced watching and I do not care who sees me as I am being taken care of by the best looking wrestler that IPW has on its roster. I gasp and tighten up my abs and when you suck on my neck, that is all it takes. I let out a long deep groan and ten I erupt again sending thick white cum everywhere. The referee hands us back out trunks and we quickly make sure that I have your blue trunks and you have my red ones.

I am totally drained but completely satisfied as you hold me tightly around my core telling me the show is over and then something I was hoping for but never really expecting as you say let’s get cleaned up and suggest we head back to your hotel. I use your first name for the first time since we met “Eugene, it would be an honour and a pleasure to come back with you. I know your shoulder hurts buddy but I am going to need a hand to stand up” I SMILE.

Eugene Scott:
I get your arm over my right shoulder now, wince of pain as I help support you. Our trunks in hand, I help us out of the ring with a little help from our Ref who is eager to touch our sweaty bodies. As we make our way up the aisle, we can hear the announcer talking about the tender display, and entering into their final dialogue about wishing the folk at home a Happy New Year. My attention is on you as I cradle your head to my shoulder, us walking off into the locker room a bit like we are fading off into a sunset. "Happy New Year John."

John Page:
“It already is Eugene and the same to you champ.”

Published: 2022-01-13, viewed 137 times.