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You are not logged in. - Madison Jones - Age: 28, 5'10", 198 lbs, 8" Uncut Cock

You are not logged in. - Eugene Scott - Age: 32, 5'11", 214 lbs, 9" Cut Cock

You are not logged in. - Jay Jones - Age: 28, 6'0", 200 lbs, 7" Cut Cock

You are not logged in. - John Page - Age: 38, 5'9", 205 lbs, 7" Uncut Cock

The Author:
With Jay and Madison now eliminated, all that is left is for John and Eugene to again lock horns and determine a victor to the match. Tension and emotions are running high as their feelings for each other shine brightly in the climax of this tag team match.

Eugene Scott:
Even in such a humiliating position, I’m proud of the boy. He hung on to the end, fought back best he could. A lot of errors along the way, but he’s only human though with a tendency to be too nice and strong yearning to be tortured. Makes me wonder if he would have been better suited to stay a bartender where he can be nice and social, a therapist for the broken, rather than try to be a punisher of the heinous like I was in the ring. Enough of that, it’s time for me to deal with John now.

Once the announcer declares Madison being defeated, I step in through the middle rope, a look of anger on my face. I have feeling so John alright, but he’s crossing a line here. I was mean to him on New Year’s for sure, but on one hand I think he wanted that. He got me good in that second round, I’ll give him that, deep down, even then we knew there was an attraction. I wasn’t without mercy back then either, I chose to spare his bad leg, and chose to give him plenty of pleasure along the way. I didn’t know that the Queen was present at the time of showing, but regardless I made sure to put on the best damn show IPW has seen in a long time. So he has every right to be mad at me for that humiliation, but Madison was mostly innocent of that; so to come at me through him light a fire in me that burns hotter than forest blaze in August.

There are no words when I come. As soon as John is up and the Ref helps Madison out of the ring, I force him into a Collar and Elbow, flashing my gritted teeth and looking him dead in the eyes. I then go to swing him into my corner behind me with all the strength I can muster.

John Page:
Madison grabs my hair and growls. I then smile as it turns into moan which tells me it is all but over and then Madison thrusts his hips a couple more times and then as the referee goes to check his arms he starts to shoot his load. I am not losing my touch if the amount of jizz that Madison shoots out is anything to go by. Madison moans and mumbles into my armpit and I swear to God I do not know how I stop myself from shooting my own load. I keep Madison locked in only long enough to drain every drop of his DNA from him. Madison loves to rub an opponent’s emission into his abs and chest and I do exactly the same to him before I release him, give him a quick kiss and lower him forwards into his own cum.

I stand up as the announcer makes it official and the crowd show their appreciation. Madison made me work hard for that win and I just hope I have enough energy left to take out Eugene. As the referee helps Madison out of the ring where I guess another two ring attendants will babysit him until the final bell. I take a few deep breaths as Eugene is already entering the ring and his face looks very serious. The fact that we have strong feelings for each other will mean nothing more than not deliberately causing any lasting pain or injury to one another and that is the way we will both want any future relationship to go.

Eugene is definitely the toughest and most skilled clean cut face that I have ever wrestled and I know that I have my work cut out if I am to win this match for Jay and I but I won the second fall against him in London fairly convincingly and so I can do it again. I was proud of that match on New Year’s Eve. It was maybe one of the best matches ever produced and we worked well together, and I am not even going to go into the unplanned consequences of that meeting. We meet again now just Eugene and I in yet another epic that I hope will also be a bestseller.

Eugene approaches me with a look I am not so keen on but I know it is because I embarrassed Madison a little and if I get my way I will embarrass him also then make it up to him bigtime in private. Eugene wastes no time at all in forcing me into a collar and elbow. No point in me trying to out wrestle him here as he is fresh and I am running on fumes, he looks me in the eyes and flashes his white teeth. He swings me into the corner behind him and I hit it hard with a THUD. The ring shakes and I feel like a bolt of lightning shoots up my back. I do not want to be in the corner as it will leave me open to an attack on my busted abs and then this round will be over before it starts. I shrug my shoulders and come out hands up but as I get within range my right foot comes up and I try to slow him down with a kick to his jaw.

You are not logged in. - Kick to the Jaw

Eugene Scott:
John's back hits the turnbuckle perfectly, ring jostling a bit more than I expected. He comes out of it looking to avoid getting trapped there, and that's pretty smart on his end considering the big old bullseye on his abs and chest. See him come my way as I'm standing there thinking about how I'm going to break him next, him bringing his leg up high aimed at my jaw. Having had plenty of time to rest up while John wore himself out humiliating my son, not to mention the time I got to rest while Madison was taking Jay down, his incoming kick is simple enough to duck under. I step up chest to chest with him off balance from the kick, or at least I hope he is, looking him square in the eye with a sternness I haven't shown him before. I am not the most happy person right now, and I want him to see that before I make my move.

I go to reach my arms around his trunk, forehead practically pressing against his. If it were earlier in the match, I'd give him a kiss, but right now this is about dominance and assertion. Clasping my arms tight around his back, I let him feel my biceps as I Squeeze him tight. I then try to lift him up, turn 180 degrees, and spine buster him in the center of the ring behind me.

John Page:

You are not logged in. - Spinebuster

I SIGH as Eugene effortlessly ducks under my kick, leaving me a little off balance while I find myself chest to chest with him and looking into his eyes, I am shocked as I have never seen that stern look on his face before, not even when I was beating him in our last match. Eugene reaches his arms around my midsection, our foreheads almost touching. He clasps his hand tightly around my back. I panic as Eugene squeezes me very tightly, maybe slightly tighter than he needs at this point, he then lifts me and I feel myself being spun round before my back slams into the canvas. I **YELL** out loudly as I crash into the mat and so does the back of my head, adding to my troubles Eugene’s body weight initially lands on my abs as I am crushes under him before he stands up leaving me to deal with a back that has just suffered two hard moves and hurts like hell a head that is thumping and abs that feel like they are burning with muscle pain.

Eugene seems determined to assert his dominance over me in this match now and while I have already accepted that he is a better wrestler than me. I am damned if I am going to let him get away with this right now. In spite of the pain I am in Eugene has just made me mad as Hell at him and a shot of adrenaline has kicked in. I slowly get up and approach him with fire in my eyes. I do not love him any less than I did when we entered this ring but we are both men and I guess we are going to lock horns from time to time and yes for sure it will be fun making up later but right now, I kick his thigh but only to distract him while I grab his right wrist and try to whip him into the ropes back first and hoping to follow up with a clothesline that will knock him over the top rope.

You are not logged in. - Clothesline to the Ropes

Eugene Scott:
Spine buster connects, John comes down to the canvas, sound echoing to the cheers of the crowd.

I sit on top of him, angry, but feeling in control. My mistake is to let out. I start to rise up, starting to decide on which position to finish him off in, all the while he sparks up some adrenaline to force himself up right alongside me. Guess I'm going to have to do some more damage to keep him down. This match means a lot to him, he must be as protective of Jay as I am of Madison, might be the thing to be driving so hard. When he gets up though, I see that fire in his eyes, it's more than Jay, it's anger for me. Could be related to New Year's, could be everything that happened here, or it could just be because he thinks I'm going to fuck him again in my Nelson before live crowd again.

Either way, he throws a kick my way while I'm standing there anticipating what he is going to do, and I see that opening. I reach to grab it, getting ready to counter with a dragon screw, but he pulls back, tricking me. Next thing I know he throws a clothesline at me, back over the top rope. My hands clench onto that rope for dear life, hanging there with my full frontside and manhood on display to the crowd as well as our two boys sitting there on either side of the announcer's table. I release the ropes drop to my feet, saving myself from a nasty fall, turn 180 and reach into the ring grabbing John's feet. Give them a pull, mighty hard too, letting him fall on his back in the ring again. I turn my back to him, pull his knees up over my shoulders, start trying to pull him into position so he is hanging down over my back right here outside the ring. He might know what is coming and I sure as hell know Madison does since I've been teaching him this move.

With the Ref starting his count for my unruly conduct, I try to fling John over my shoulders as I crouch forward, aiming to make him eat the floor out here with a Reverse Alabama Slam. He might be able to get out of it or foil it in some way, but with his banged up core muscles, it might be difficult. Regardless if he do or don't , this is costing me a hell of a lot of stamina to do as I'm hoping to put him out of commission with it... and hoping not to break him too much with it in the process.

John Page:
I hit the clothesline and just as I planned Eugene sails over the top rope I am thinking this is going to hurt him and I will capitalise on that, thinking no bloody ‘Full Sex Nelson’ for me today. And then I stand open mouthed as Eugene manages to hold onto the ropes as he goes over and saves himself from the fall. I have to smile to myself as his body and fully erect 9’’ manhood is facing towards the crowd. I am sure the ringside seats are getting a great view of my man, even getting a slight feeling of jealousy not that there is any reason as I know I am getting that manhood one way or another tonight I would just rather he gets mine in the ring and I get his in private.

Any way I move towards him so I can help him down or pull him back up when he suddenly drops down to his feet quickly turning around he grabs my feet and yanks them hard. I fall on my back hard again and the pain floods back so bad that even the adrenalin does not mask it, I let out a loud CRY while trying to grab my back. Eugen then turns his back to me and pulls me towards him, pulling my knees up over his shoulders, I pass under the bottom rope and then I am hanging upside down, my back against his. I am filled with dread having seen Madison’s and Jay’s private match, I know what Eugene is planning and I saw what it did to Jay and here we have a big difference, Madison did his Reverse Alabama Slam to Jay on the comparatively softer ring floor and we are outside the ring on the hard arena floor.

I picture Jay’s face; I also imagine Madison will have a grin on his. All I know for sure is I am already in a bad way and if Eugene does this devastating move to me on this hard floor, I will putty in his hands for the remainder of the match. I hear the referee starting to count but that will not help unless he speeds up somewhat. I try to wriggle like mad, the crowd are buzzing with expectation and then I feel myself rising before the inevitable ***THUD***. My head his the floor first with no bounce like there would have been in the ring, it seems to explode in pain then my chest and finally my busted abs take another hard hit and at the same time my erect cock gets squashed.

The pain is too much for my brain to take and it shuts down for a few seconds, my world goes dark and silent. Then the pain returns as I come back around, confused with a migraine type headache. I try to get to my hands and knees but crash back onto my stomach wondering if I have anything left to offer in the way of offence.

You are not logged in. - John Laids Out

Jay Jones:
I look at Madison and smile as John rallies after Eugene’s spine buster and sends him over the top rope with a perfectly placed clothesline. But from that moment onwards I watch in out and out horror as Eugene pulls John under the ropes and sets him up for the same devastating move that Madison did to me in this very ring except Eugene and John are not in the ring. I am sure that Eugene will not go through with it not onto the arena floor. I am proved wrong and watch John hit the floor without a bounce just an awful DULL THUD. The crowd make a gasping sound and John appears to pass out for a couple of seconds. I want to run to his aid but a ring attendant puts a firm hand on my shoulder. I think at this point I know it is over for John, I well up with a tear running down my cheek thinking about the consequences of losing and I look over to see the reaction of Madison.

Madison Jones:
I'm sitting by the announcement table, hearing the commentators talking about the match. My breathing has calmed, and I occasionally exchange glances with Jay. We both know that whoever wins in the ring now determines which of us is fucking the other. I tense up as I see Dad go over the ropes, but he catches himself his whole 9 inches shooting up for the crowd to see. What a man, even when he is struggling he is so fucking hot. He then pulls John out, I start to get real worried as I see the setup. He drapes John down over his back, my eyes widen. There is padding out here, but it's shitty padding! If he does this, he could break John's face. I grit my teeth with my eyes wide staring him in the face and then shake my head no. I mouth the word "Don't" as he flings John forward in the Reverse Alabama Slam, and clench my eyes shut afterwards.

Eugene Scott:
There I am holding John Page on my back, the crowd cheering, and some of them are clearly concerned about what I'm gonna commit to here in a moment. I'm facing the announcer table, I feel John squirming on my back trying to get free, all while the boys are staring at me. That vindictive side of me is speaking now. John tried to throw me over the ropes, he knows how dangerous outside the ring is. He's a professional, knows the dangers well, so this type of action is something he ought to be prepared for. In addition to that, there is all that anger I'm feeling for what he was doing to Maddy, all to get under my skin. I'm looking at the boy now though, and see so much concern painted on his face. I'm sure the 10 year old I remember would be screaming his head off cheering for me at what I'm about to do, but he's not a boy anymore... he knows this could seriously hurt a man. I see him shake his head, but it comes a little late.

I go to fling John forward pulling back last minute to reduce the speed by maybe a quarter, his body crumpling on the matted floor. The fans right next to me cry out, some cheering, some covering their face, and some making sure they record this on their phones. Madison however is staring at me, a look of shock that I went through with it, even on a person I care for. Tugs at the heart strings for sure. The Ref is counting, gotten himself up to 5, so now I have to act.

Drop to my knees next to the man, flip him over on his back, scoop him up in my arms. I grunt as I'm lifting him up, turn to the apron, and push him into the ring, quick roll of my body in after him. I reckon John doesn't have any fight left in him after that, so its time for me to end this. I turn him, lift his legs up over my shoulders and roll him up, me arched over him with my ass in the air, face so close to his we could be kissing. I'm looking in his eyes, trying to determine how bad it is, all while the Ref drops down and starts his count. 1..

You are not logged in. - Roll Up Pin

John Page:
Eugene flips me over onto my back then scoops me up. I can feel my sweaty chest against his and even in my condition and how I feel about him right now; he is still turning me on. Eugene pushes me through the ropes and quickly follows me in. I am starting to regain my senses but my body feels wrecked. I feel Eugene lifting my legs and rolling me up he never misses a trick to get his cock against my ass, he then leans down, looking directly into my face, so close I am sure he is going to kiss me but I guess he is still mad at me, instead he places his hands on my upper chest and not directly onto my shoulders, that is his mistake. The referee counts …ONE….

I force my right shoulder up and make a fist with my right hand and then drive it into the left side of Eugene’s face, punching anyone’s face is not something I do lightly but doing it to Eugene probably hurts me more than it does him, however I am as mad as hell at him right now. My offences are going to be severely restricted for the remainder of this match with my back muscles hurting and my abs throbbing, I will not be able to do any high flying moves or even any lifting. I do however intend to make Eugene submit or go to sleep between my legs. I grab his right arm and pull it under my left pit, my right leg closes around the left side of his neck, I hook my left shin over my right ankle and tighten everything up in a classic triangle choke.

You are not logged in. - Triangle choke

Uninjured and on a good day I could put Eugene out in seconds but I am injured and totally exhausted so this may take a little longer, assuming I can maintain this hold long enough. For now I have avoided the pin and having Eugene’s face so close to my cock is an unbelievable experience. I try to recover just a little, sucking in some oxygen I turn to the referee and say “ASK HIM REF, I DO NOT WANT TO PUT HIM OUT” I know this is my last roll of the dice and if Eugene gets out he is going to be even more pissed at me. I give my legs a quick flex and pull on that right arm of his; I think every person in the arena including myself is surprised that I am still in this match.

Eugene Scott:
You'd be wrong about that kiss, my plan was to wake you up on the count of three like prince charming. Well Prince Charming who takes their lover and throws them down again... Ya know, gonna drop that analogy now. Anyhow, looking down in your eyes I'm certain you're done for, you surprise the hell out of me when I see you start to shift around, legs tighten on me, and you apply that Triangle Hold on me. Even I'm guilty of getting side tracked by a raging hardon, and while I intended to end this match by fucking you in that pin, now you're force me to think of a different ending. Afraid to say it may not be so sweet now. You hook in that triangle with all the strength you can muster in your injured body, guess that whole 'go down swinging' thing runs in your family too.

Gritting my teeth, the Ref following your instructions to ask me if I submit. I realize you're out of it John, so you missed the important part earlier when I set this up about pushing you into the ring. I bring my hand up, it shaking a little, up to your chest in front of your face, make sure you can see it clear as day. I then move it about a foot to the side and grab the bottom rope right alongside us. No need to expend a bunch of energy fighting this hold when the Ref will order the break, and sure enough he does. You are trying to put me out for sure with it, and there is a look of concern on my face from that, but the moment I grab that rope, I get a grin wide as a cat that just got milk. I love the fight in this man, that much is for sure.

John Page:
I have that triangle choke set up absolutely perfectly and in spite of my weakened condition, I should be able to put Eugene out but my heart sinks when he shows me his hand and I watch in horror as he just moves it across without needing to even reach and grabs the ropes. My ring awareness has always been perfect but I am so out of it that I cannot even think where I am in the ring. The referee orders me to break the hold and I look up to see Eugene grinning at me. I could cry, I know I have to the count of five to release him but we both know I would not use that tactic against him and release him immediately.

I grab the ropes and pull myself up still feeling a little shaky on my legs. I am practically out on my feet and feeling very emotional. Eugene is also up on his feet and I push him back against the ropes, and as he grabs to top rope, I start to punch away at his abs like a mad man telling him “You are not going to beat me today Eugene”

You are not logged in. - Flurry of Blows

I then lean over trying to bring the middle rope up so I can trap his arms and then maybe work his cock to emission, he will not be able to resist my touch.

Eugene Scott:
Holding that rope I can see that quiver in John's eye. He thought he had me for sure, and if we were in the middle of the ring, he very well may have. He then releases, choosing not to choke me anymore, a behavior perhaps better than I deserve given what I did to him outside the ring. I start to get up and he doesn't give me a chance to get defensive, aiming to tie me up in the ropes with my arms spread. The crowd is cheering again to see me spread wide open, sweaty chest and body on display with my cock sticking up, tip shinier than a freshly minted penny. So focused on tying me up though, John is overlooking one huge vulnerability, and I'm going to make him pay for that.

John finishes getting me wrapped up, me looking in his eyes as he tells me that I will not beat him today. Gonna have to disagree with him there. No words right now, one simple action, hanging on the ropes I bring my knees up to my chest, and slam both feet right into his gut with all the force I normally do for a Kip-Up, the act throwing John away from me to the center of the ring. I jitter up and down on the ropes as their tension holds me, a bit like a spider whose web just got rattled. Feet come down to the canvas as I start to free my arms, me hoping to God that the impact didn't break something in him. When I get loose, and walk up to him looking to start grabbing his feet staring down at his face. "Don't make me break you John. Don't..."

Madison Jones:
Seeing dad kick John to the center of the ring has me conflicted, as many things have left me so this match. John wouldn't stay down, so another hit to the gut is what dad needed to disable him I think. I worry that I don't have it in me to be as brutal as I need to be to win in my wrestling career, even with his coaching I hesitate to use the moves he's taught me. Now I see him approach John and I tense up because we all know what his finisher is. I look over to Jay with some concern showing, us both having recovered enough by now to breathe normally. I slowly turn my gaze back to the ring knowing what is coming next, and as much as I feel the anxiety building inside me... It's something I have to watch. I grip my hands tightly.

John Page:
I get the middle ropes up and over Eugene’s arms. And now Jay and I can win this match. I know how to press Eugene’s buttons and he will give me his load in seconds. I knew Eugene was a top when I first met him and that suites me as I like being a bottom but just now and again I hope Eugene will allow me to fuck him in private, tonight however he will have no say in the matter and poor Madison will get another load from Jay pumped into him not that he will mind, they are not boyfriend material but I think they are happy to be fuck buddies. I am distracted and do not see Eugene bring up his feet until he uses them.

Both Eugene’s feet slam into my busted abs so hard that the pain is unbearable. A wad of spittle flies out of my mouth as my feet leave the ground and I land hard on my back in the centre of the ring. Coughing, gasping, unable to even move my hands up to my abs. I just remain on my back unable to move at all, just trying to breathe but it hurts so much. The only parts of my body visibly moving are my chest as it rapidly rises and falls and my cock twitching almost saluting Eugene on his victory because as I lay in the centre of the ring looking up at the lights, I know it is over, there is no coming back this time, for God’s sake I cannot even more a muscle for fear of passing out from the pain.

Time seems to pass slowly and then I see Eugene approaching me, he grabs my feet staring down at me. I look back up at him with a face clearly showing that I am defeated. Eugene says, "Don't make me break you John. Don't..." I look right in his eyes saying “...you have already broken me Eugene, just end it and make it look bloody good for the fan” I try to wink at him but my eyes are full of tears.

Eugene Scott:
Breathing heavily I look down at you John seeing only your chest heaving. You're done, finished, eyes filled with tears from the pain I've inflicted. You ain't the first man I've broken in the squared circle, you ain't gonna be the last, but you are the first that makes me question if I ought to have let you have this victory on account of how badly I would have to hurt you to force out a win. It's more than just me and my feelings on the line here though and I think you know that, just as you have to take Jay's into consideration, I too have to think about my son's.

I cannot tell to what extent I've hurt you today, it could be anywhere from deep bruising to maybe even some broken ribs. What I do know is, I can't risk doing what I walked into this match planning to do, my new finisher will have to make its debut some other time. There ain't any reason to inflict more pain on you, and I refuse to risk crippling the man I've fallen in love with anymore than I've already done for the sake of a roaring crowd. They'll just have to be happy with the best damn Tag Match IPW has ever put on instead. I drop your legs while fighting back my own tears looking down at you, move to your side and drop to my knees next to you. "Shhh... It's over John." I say taking your arm above your head, my bicep coming around the back of your neck and holding them in place.

I ain't foolish enough to put myself in jeopardy like last time with your surprise Triangle Lock. Bring my head down to your forehead while I reach my right hand down and take hold of your cock now making sure that skin is pulled back. "That don't matter now John Page... it's time to end this." I bring my lips to yours and start sharing my breath with you now, stroking your cock while I do so. My head cocked to the side, you can clearly see some tears of my own stream down my face hidden amongst the sweat. I kiss you deeply, stroke your cock ready to finish this whole trial of love with your flowing seed, the Ref hovering next to us checking while my hand is projected on that big display for the crowd to see.

John Page:
As I lay on the mat looking up at you I can see a different man from the one who just put the final nail in my coffin with that double thrust kick into an area of my body that you knew could not take anymore. I do not blame you for that as I would have done the same to you. I think it is going to be one of the best things about our future relationship, that we can hit the ring and be absolutely brutal with one another and yet after the match, still be in love and care for each other.

You drop my legs looking as if you have tears in your own eyes, you then drop to your knees next to me telling me "Shhh... It's over John." I am done and I do not intend to fight anymore, whatever you do to bring this epic tag match to a finish. You put my arm behind my head and hold them in place with your bicep. You put your forehead against mine, I then GASP as you take my cock in your right hand and check my foreskin is fully retracted. Telling me it is time to end the match. You then do what I have been waiting for and put your lips to mine, I feel you sucking out some of my breath and then blowing it back into me, mixed with yours, at the same time you start to stroke me. As you cock your head to the side I can see what the fans or even Madison and Jay can’t see and that is a stream of tears flowing from your own eyes which is hidden from general view by the amount of sweat on your face.

As you kiss me deeply and stroke my cock, we both know I cannot last very long and to be honest I do not want to, you beat me and I want to give you my seed, knowing I am going to receive yours in return very soon and If I am lucky I will get a far more pleasurable private session later. I can hear the excitement of the crowd as I kiss you back letting you know that everything is cool between us. Your strong hand works its magic and I suddenly moan into your mouth and start to fire my load through your figures, orgasming so hard it is hurting my sore abs however the pleasure of the orgasm far outweighs the pain. I am not sure if you hear me mumbling into your mouth “GOD I LOVE YOU MAN”. The fans ROAR out their biggest cheer of the night, I melt into you feeling grateful that you ended the match in a tender way.yt

Eugene Scott:
The crowd cheers this tender victory of mine, and perhaps over all the years I’ve been doing this, this one has been the most passionate. Tonight I may have broken John, and I certainly hope he isn’t seriously hurt, but at this moment we share a true connection that could be summed up in a few words. Respect, Appreciation, and I hesitate to say it, but Love.

I am afraid of the pain I might cause you with what happens next in this match. I pull away from this kiss and set you gently on your back. I don’t know the extent of the damage to yours ribs, so I can’t risk fucking in Cradle or any position down below. Instead I crawl up on your upper chest pressing my cock to your lips. I use my knees to support the majority of my weight, balls of my feet helping to keep me up a little higher than usual. Some folk have seen a poster of me in a position like this, dominant and forcing my cock onto some jobber’s face. This isn’t that, this is far more considerate. I look into your eyes John Page with my cock over your lips waiting for you to open, so I can finally get my sweet release tonight he your mouth.

Madison Jones:
My heart was beating so fast watching dad approach John. I thought for sure he would lift him up and fuck him in the Full Sex Nelson. Instead he showed me how sweet and passionate he truly can be. There are questions floating in my mind as to the nature of Eugene Scott, but for now I don’t question him, he is my dad, just about the same one I remember and worshiped as a kid.

I now stand up and look over to Jay, kindness and passion in my face. I step over to you Jay and caress my hand along your jaw, other hand reaching for yours. I wipe away those tears you had earlier about John’s defeat, and then go to pull you to your feet, aiming to bring you into the ring so I can share a passionate fuck with you in front of this crowd. “Jay, The show must go on.”

John Page:
You totally drain me, the referee calls for the bell, and the announcer makes it official that you win the final fall by emission and that you and Madison are the winners of the tag match. I have a lot of mixed emotions going on in my head at this moment, feeling disappointed that I lost, that I have let Jay down and that now Madison is going to get his revenge fuck and this time in front of thousands of fans. Then there is that feeling of being broken in the ring, broken to the point that even though I knew the consequences I could offer no resistance at the end. However deep down I feel proud of the match we have put on for IPW, proud of Jay for being in the biggest match of his career so far knowing that after this match he will get noticed and booked for more high profile matches. I am also proud of you and happy that I have become lovers with, in my opinion, the toughest guy in IPW and also with my friend and your son Madison who has become a force to be reckoned with in the ring.

You break the kiss as my orgasm finally dies down and you gently lay me down on my back then crawl up on my chest putting your cock to my lips and WOW I can instantly taste your sweet pre-cum of yours. Looking up at the face I adore knowing that you are deliberately holding much of your weight off of me, I wink at you knowing my throat and my mouth is going to give you one of the best orgasms of your life and I intend to swallow every last drop of your DNA. I open my mouth and relax my throat muscles thinking “fuck the humiliation you have earned your release and as soon as I get checked out, you are getting my ass also.

Jay Jones:
I watch Eugene lovingly bringing John to orgasm and knowing John will not resist. I think John was great tonight but having eliminated Madison he was just too exhausted to have much chance to beat a rested Eugene Scott. Then sure enough John erupts, the bell rings, the crowd cheers and the announcement is made. I am filled with dread Madison is going to fuck me in front of all these fans and then thousands will purchase the download just to see it. I took this chance when I signed the contract and now I will put on a brave face and let Madison have just what he deserves. He does not know this but even when I was fucking him after our private match, I also fantasised about him fucking me, I just wish it was not going to happen like this.

You stand up and approach me with a compassionate look and caress my jaw, then wipe away the remains of the tears from my eyes as you take my hand and pull me to my feet. You tell me the show must go on. I look at you “I guess I am going to feel that hot cock of yours deep inside me Madison, go for it my ass is yours”. I let you pull me to the ring and put on a fake show that I do not want to go and the crowd swallow it cheering for you on to fuck me. We get into the ring where Eugene already has John on his back with his cock about to enter John’s oral cavity.

Madison Jones:
A smile crosses my face as I see Jay pretend to resist. If you want to put on a show, well I'm okay with that. I grab your hand with both of mine, face twist into a meaner smile as I hear the Heel commentator at the table start going on about how I've been waiting for this. You know me well enough Jay, know I'm not mean, not really. For fucks sake I apologized for accidently shoving my fingers in your ass in our private match. Still I can play the part if you want to put on the show, so fling you into the with a huge grin on my face.

I then slide in after you with my weight on my knuckles like a bulldog, pushing myself up to standing with growl. I grab your feet and pull him up alongside my dad, flip you on your front, then drop down to my knees over your backside. I make a show of pulling one arm tightly behind you back in a hammerlock, then the other. Finally lean down head next to your letting you feel I can be a dominate fucker if need, so I ask a simple question in your ear. "Do you want Nice Maddy, or Mean Maddy?"

Eugene Scott:
Notice Maddy pulls himself and Jay up alongside me, but I don't pay much attention as I'm in the middle of a tender moment here with my man. I slide myself into your mouth now John, both hands coming up to the back of your head, fingers stroking that hair of yours. I start bobbing your head on my cock now while I thrust my hips forward, head arching back as I start to feel the pleasure of the act overtake the aches and pains of the match. Even with my eyes closed I can see the numerous flashing lights of cameras and phones recording this moment, knowing that soon images of me and my son's victory will be posted all around social media in the right circles. I let you work my cock now John, feeling you as a complete pro in everything including pleasuring a man. It won't take long for me to unload. Once I do, I plan to my boy fuck Jay as he pleases, happy to see a dominate side of him come out on display for the IPW fans to see.

Jay Jones:
The crowd erupts as you throw me onto the ring with a big grin on your face. I know you well enough Madison and I know how you normally treat guys real nice after you beat them. You get into the ring and I can feel the tension of the fans as they anticipate a good fucking. You grab my feet and pull me alongside Eugene and John, then flip me over onto my front before dropping to your knees and sitting on my butt cheeks. You put me into a single and then double hammerlock, making me GROAN.

You lean down and ask me if I want Nice Maddy or Mean Maddy. I felt some of your meanness in the first round of our private match so I know you are capable of being mean. It is also obvious that Eugene intends to be tender with John and I am sure the fans will appreciate that but I also know they paid good money to see this and will expect to see some hard stakes also. We are not just wrestlers, we are also entertainers. I love genital loving sex but what you probably do not know about me is that I also like hard rough sex. “You won Madison give the fans a show and show your dad that you are your father’s son and make him proud, I will take the mean Maddy please but just remember we will no doubt be contracted to have singles public match soon and I will give you back what you do to me with interest after I beat you.

John Page:
I feel jay being dumped next to me but he will be ok, I trust Madison, he is a pro and knows what he is doing and Jay will need to deal with the humiliation it is something that gets easier with time. My only interest is pleasuring my victor and lover. You slide your cock into my mouth while you take the back of my head, your fingers stroking my hair. You then start to move my head backwards and forwards on your cock while you thrust in and out of my mouth. Even though I have just emptied my balls my cock inexplicably grows to full mask again. The cameras start to flash and then I start to feel the humiliation but servicing your cock and giving you pleasure is all that matters to me right now and start to do one of the things I know you like about me and I swallow your cock down my throat so I can use my throat muscles to massage it. Moving up and down your cock I can feel it throbbing and twitching which tells me you will not take long before you give me your DNA to digest.

Eugene Scott:
Thrusting more and more into John's mouth, face up straight as the lights shine down over me to the cheer of the crowd, it brings back that high that comes with being a superstar. I lean forward again opening my eyes now to look into your John, my cock thrusting deep and full into your mouth while a moan escapes my lips assuring you just how much pleasure I am feeling now. While I don't mean to get more rough with you, my hands come off your head now and take hold of your wrist, holding them down by your head. I lean over you and thrust my cock a few more times into your mouth, shortly afterwards, going over the edge.

The load thick and full, me practically having been edged a few times in this match by virtue of exertion and excitement. Eyes focused on yours as I pump your mouth full of my seamen, it thick and warms like cream stew. I watch and if you gag on it as you swallow, only pulling out to save you from choking on it. Until that happens though, I keep it in your mouth draining my manhood into you, the crowd recording the whole thing as it happens.

Madison Jones:
As for me, hearing Jay's choice for my behavior. You want me to be mean for the sake of the crowd, I can do that, so I slip down my foreskin with my left hand, use my knee to spread your legs. Left hand comes down ahead and reaches under to pull your cock out between your legs, it's plenty hard I imagine, and now pressed against the canvas. I sink my cock to your hole now, both hands resting on your arms pinned behind him like you're my prisoner. I then start to thrust into you, my cock pushing its way into you inch by inch. I glide a full 8 inch distance, no sparing you like I do to most of my partners. I know Jay Jones can take it, and so I thrust in deep, again and again.

As I fuck you my chest comes down over your back. I can hear the commentators talking about how I'm rough fucking you, talking it up about how I've finally showing my "true colors" and how I'm showing no mercy. It pains me a little because I wonder if it will affect my reputation, wonder if others will think this behavior is something I'm fine with happening to me or in general. While I hold you like this, animal instinct kicks in washing those damn rational thoughts from my minds, and so I fuck you growling almost like a beast. Part of me wants to hook your arms in a full nelson... a Full Sex Nelson... but fight the urge. I can't bring myself to use that finisher anymore, even with my dad next to me probably watching. This is fine, fucking you in a Double Hammerlock while the crowd cheers to finally see a side of Madison Jones that isn't the soft boy who fucks only with compassion.

Jay Jones:
I feel you spread my legs and then reach in and pull my hard cock out between my legs leaving it pressing against the canvas. I am now pinned down with my arms firmly up my back and then let out a loud GROAN as you sink your cock into my hole. You start to thrust into me and I feel every inch of your 8’’ tool enter me, I really start to panic as the initial pain is almost unbearable and I begin to think I made the wrong choice.

You thrust in deep over and over, your sweaty chest keeps coming down on my equally sweaty back. I also can hear the commentary and I must say it is bloody humiliating hearing him saying that you are showing no mercy and indeed you are not showing any but I did ask for it. I hear you start to growl as you ram the full length of your cock in and out of my chute, making me cry out with each thrust. Well you took me out of the match and now you sure are showing a side to you that will shock some guys but there is one guy in this ring right now who is going to feel very proud of you.

As for me being fucked in a Double Hammerlock by your eight inch rod is I think the most brutal fucking I have received in a wrestling ring. Although you do keep brushing my prostate and each time you force a drop of pre jizz out of my cock which must be pooling between my legs. My anal cavity is becoming very sensitive and I am moaning more and more. I continue to bravely take it, trying not to let you know how hard I am finding it.

John Page:
You continue to thrust deep into my mouth and every now and again I swallow the sticky sweet pre-cum that you continually deposit in my throat. The cheers of the crowd are amazing and must make you feel real good. I manage to look back and up and see you looking at me, the pleasure you are getting from this is written all over your face which is then confirmed by a long deep moan. My cock twitches more and more knowing how much you are enjoying your spoils. You take my wrists and push them down at the side of my head.

You thrust a few more times and I feel you tense up and then your thick white cum floods my mouth, I eagerly take every drop swallowing it, enjoying it and wanting every more. I struggle to keep up for a while as you pump so much semen into my mouth in a very short time but I do not gag and even manage a smile for you as I take it all. Not sure if you are taking me out to dinner tonight but I feel full already with something that tastes better than anything on any menu. The fans SHOUT their approval with many filming it and taking stills. Eventually your orgasm dies down but your cock remains in my mouth while I try to suck the last remaining drops of your seed and then make sure I clean your cock as best I can. My own cock is sticking straight up glistening under the lights for all to see and mock.

Eugene Scott:
Finally finish blowing my load, and you John are eager to swallow every single drop. I stroke your hair as I come off my orgasm and pull out of your mouth. Slide to your side and look down and see your cock is full and ready for another round of milking. I give you John a devilish grin. It is my stakes afterall, and I love to milk a man. "Alright John, let's get that second load out of you and then I'll carry you backstage in my arms." As I'm telling you, I take your arms, hold them over your head crossing them at the wrists. I can see your heavy sweaty chest... see that it's hurt too... but it doesn't look as bad as I feared 5 minutes ago. Bring your hand down to your cock now and start to stroke you John Page, all the while looking at your eyes while I flood you with pleasure.

Madison Jones:
You wanted Mean Maddy, you got him Jay. I hold you there in the Double Armbar, thrusting into your ass over and over. I slow my pace, not pulling out of you like a knife, but instead sliding through you back and forth. Right hand holds your arms in place as I rise up away from your back now, cock still lodged inside you as I get to my knees. Another strong thrust, then my left hand comes off your arms and reaches back behind me, down and around to the underside of your cock pinned to the canvas. With my cock hitting your prostate over and over, honed in, locked on target, my fingers start to pleasure your leaking cock, stroking themselves up and down the shaft and lingering on the V spot, the Frenulum.

Dad seems focused on John, but I’m in eyesight of him. Normally I’m not nearly this rough, but felt pretty embarrassed tonight, and Jay did edge me twice in our private match, basically making me beg for release. So combined with him asking me to be rough, no regrets here. I stroke that cock while I thrust in getting close to my release, sweaty body and heavy breathing on the screen, the camera scrolling down my side and focusing on Jay’s cock as I’m sure he will shoot his load shortly… with me not far behind, dead set on holding out until he shoots all over the canvas for the cameras to see.

John Page:
As you pull out of my mouth leaving a wonderful taste that I hope will last until we get home, stroking my hair you get off of me and slide down the side of me, your whole demeanour changed from the one that delivered the match changing reverse Alabama slam or the double thrust kick to my injured abs. I am wondering what you will be like when I beat you in front of thousands of fans because it will happen sooner or later as I have plans to move here and take a permanent contract with IPW and I bet they will love to put us together regularly. Hell if Madison is unavailable I may even be able to tag with you sometimes although I do not think you could have a better tag partner than your own son. Talking about Madison I can hear him growling and Jay moaning but my attention is directed only towards you.

You give me a devilish grin and I know what is coming before you even tell me that you want a second load from me before you carry me out back. You then take my arms and cross my wrists above my head in a submissive position, looking into each other’s eyes as you take my sensitive cock and start to stroke it. My body instantly jerks with pleasure. My heart is beating rapidly, my chest raising and falling as I gasp for air. Eugene Scott this is going to be the fastest milking you have ever done and I would bet my share of the purse from this match on that. My legs start to shake then freeze, my toes point and hips thrust up into your hand as my first shot must go three feet into the air before falling back on my abs followed by several more less powerful shots. My orgasm dies back down and I almost go limp from exhaustion.

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I am looking up at you smiling, almost wanting to thank you for my fantasies orgasm, worried that you are going to carry me away now but I do not want you to leave the ring until you have had the pleasure of watching your son make you the proud father that I know deep down you are. I love you Mr Scott more than you will ever know but I never want you to put me before the relationship you have with Madison.

Jay Jones::
Oh Madison you continue to pound my increasingly sore and sensitive ass, keeping your cock inserted while you thrust up and down my chute and growl into my ear. I feel you change positions slightly and now only holding the Double Hammerlock with your right hand. You rise from my back then give me another strong thrust and I then GASP as you take my cock with your left hand. You are hitting my prostate while you stroke my cock slowly, lingering on my ultrasensitive V spot. I now know you have total control over me and I mentally and sexually give myself over to you.

I have been topped after many matches by guys who have beaten me but I have never felt so dominated as this before. With your controlling my ass and ramming my prostate, your fingers do the rest I can just see the nearest scream and as I orgasm like never before I watch my cock shooting a huge amount of my losers load onto the canvas right between my legs. Now the atmosphere in the IPW arena is at fever pitch and I genuinely feel the most humiliated that I have ever felt in the ring and knowing I am still going to receive your winners load, wondering if I am going to be able to hold it all in my man cave.

Madison Jones:
My fingers start to feel you shooting Jay, and that is my signal to finally unload. I thrust up into you one last time, my tip right into your prostate, then you feel it erupt. I pump... and pump... and pump... A load so thick, it's surprising that I shot a load not more than 15 minutes ago when John milked me. In no time at all I fill you up letting out a long solitary moan as I pull my hands off you and bring them up into a double bicep flex. Shit I could get used to topping like this, even if this was for show. Take a casual glance over at my dad to see how he feels about my performance here in front of him. I think he seems proud enough and I sure feel it, and the frustration I felt about my private match with Jay having finally eased away. I pull out shortly afterward letting my cum squeeze out of you and trail over your balls and cock still pressed to the canvas.

Feelings of lust still overwhelming me, I turn you over on your back looking you in the eyes, go to wipe away whatever tears are there with my clean hand, and come down on your chest to give you a deep kiss. Hope I don't get you in trouble for all, but stakes are stakes and we both sex wrestlers. I keep that kiss going while my hand covered with your cum rubs over your chest and abs like I always do, finally breaking away 2 minutes later. I rise up and offer you a hand up, ready to go clean up in the back, the crowd now starting to disperse with the action being over. Look to dad to see what he and John are up to.

Eugene Scott::
Looking down at you John Page as I pleasure you again, this time it isn't out of necessity or win condition. It's entirely out of compassion for you. So I stroke and stroke, steady and firm, looking you in the eyes until I feel you erupt again.

As you go limp from it, I turn my head to my son and watch him continue his work on Jay. Have to grin a little at how rough he is, but Jay seems to enjoy it I think. Finally he finishes up. With our business done here, I then reach my hands down under your back John Page, and the other under your legs. Scoop you up with a grunt, my back killing me from the events of today. I take you out of the ring with me, the boys probably follow right after while the Announcer does his business and closes out the show.

Jay Jones::
As soon as I finish emptying my balls you thrust all eight inches into me, your top against my prostate and I feel your first shot coating my chute followed by will I lose count of how many ropes of your DNA. The whole of my anal cavity suddenly feeling warm and wet as you let out a long MOAN. You remain implanted inside me as I watch you do a double bicep flex and receive a load applause. You seem to remain inside me for ages, plugging my hole so none of your seed can escape and then you pull out and I feel your excess cum squeeze out of my hole.

You turn me over looking into my eyes and wipe away the tears that are left from my total humiliation. You give me a deep kiss and to be honest that makes me feel much better and assures me that our friendship is still solid after all we have been through you then do what I knew you would do and for the second time tonight and rub my cum into my abs and chest. With the match and the stakes now over the noise of the crowd begins to die down as they start to leave the arena. You stand, offer me your hand and help me up saying let's go get cleaned up. I see Eugene carrying John out of the ring and up the aisle. I guess I know where John will be going and unless Madison wants to go to the Welcum bar I will be going home alone to watch the match and relive it all over again. I put my arm over your shoulder and we walk back to the locker room.

John Page:
I rest right next to you while you watch Madison finish fucking Jay, this is something I do not want to watch right now but I am sure we will watch it together sooner or later. I know because Jay told me that he wanted Madison to fuck him, he has been fantasising about it since their private match I just do not think he was wanting in front of all these fans, as an old coach once told me ‘be careful what you wish for’. You then pick me up and in spite of your own condition you show me your true feelings and carry me out of the ring and up the aisle. Eugene you are the man for me and if you will have me I will move across the pond for you.

The_Author:
As the four head backstage the crowd dies down as the commentators bring the events of the night to a close. The results of the match were spectacular, one of the best tag matches in the history of International Federation Wrestling history. The budding relationship amongst the four continues to grow unhindered by the events of the night. They are professional afterall, and know that the action that happened in the ring was for the sake of the crowd first, their own feelings second. Their story does not end here though, and continue even after these events. One week later...

Madison Jones:
Over the course of the next week, I mainly attend to my duties at the WelCum Bar. Still my mind wanders back to the match as I get lost in the minutia of day to day activities. Of course my life always has crazy stuff going on in it, but even with all that I do the thing I do best, dwell on the past. I rewind the moments in my mind, and while dad tells me he is proud of my performance, I can't help but to wonder if he is just being nice. His shadow is impossibly long, I don't know if I could ever really live up to him, but I'm starting to realize I don't have to. I'm my own person, but it's nice to have a functioning relationship with him.

As for my work with International Pro Wrestling, IPW... I think I'll be pulling back from it for a bit. StarFox's new federation, The South East Championship Wrestling is starting up its new tour soon and I've been making a name there for myself away from the influence of dad. It will be good to be able to compete away from his constant influence and really try and develop myself for the sake of me, and not what is expected of me. As for Jay, I plan to have an intense rematch with him in the future. We can settle things between us, this time just man to man probably at IPW in front of a big PPV crowd. For now, just going to focus on the present and keep training with dad along with dealing with all the other crazy stuff that follows in my life.

Jay Jones::
I continue to watch the match and yes feel disappointed every time I watch it but Madison and Eugene went with a better game plan than us and they stuck with it. I think the fact that they are blood relatives helped but I have no excuses and certainly no regrets. I love wrestling Madison and I am looking forward to a tiebreaker maybe here or I could get invited to do a one off by SECW. I guess it could happen in London. I would love to spend a weekend taking Madison around Soho. Eugene was fun to wrestle though very experienced compared to me but I hope to be able to wrestle him in the future. I have not seen John very much since he gave me some news that I have very mixed feelings over and which has left me with some decisions of my own to make but John will fill you in on that. I have continued to wrestle several days per week with a mix of results. It will soon be time to head back to London for how long I am not sure at this time.

Eugene Scott::
It's been a week since the big night and things are moving at breakneck speed. Ever since I arrived here about 6 months ago now, I've spent my nights mainly alone outside of the rare one night stand or man I've dragged home with me after making him tap out in my arms. Tried a couple romances, but nothing truly stuck, that is until I spent my time with John Page. What can I say, when things click they click, and John feels like just the type of person out there that really completes me. He's a lifelong wrestler like me, isn't afraid to give me his all, and when it comes to him, don't even mind him taking charge from time to time if you catch my drift. I guess now he is thinking of moving stateside to be with me, something that nobody has ever done for me before.

As for things with Madison, still gonna be training him of course. The boy has learned a lot from me recently, but the truth of the matter is that he's been watching my work ever since he was a boy, and studying it for half his life. He's got the basics down nice and strong, just needs a good push to be more aggressive if you ask me. That new federation he's gonna be rolling around is just the place I think for him to stretch his legs and become his own man, and not try to be a copy of me out there. I encouraged him to use some of that Taekwondo in the ring too to help distance himself from me. Boy will always be a defensive fighter like me for sure, that Aikido was drilled into him pretty early. I think he will be alright without me watching over him, so it's time for me to accept things as they are and build something for myself I think. Hope John Page will be there to do that with me. He is going to love San Francisco, though I hope to visit London with him from time to time.

John Page:
After the match Eugene looked after me very well, took me to get checked out and indeed just as we thought there was only some deep bruising, Eugene had to rub my abs three times a day with some deep healing ointment. Anyway a week later and I am still here feeling more and more comfortable with him every day. San Francisco is a fantastic city and one particular inhabitant makes it a very desirable place to live. I want to spend the foreseeable future with Mr Eugene Scott so I have been in talks with IPW and arranged to relocate here doing more wrestling and also some coaching. Eugene seems to be very happy with this decision. Hell, he even helped me make it. I know Madison only wants his dad to be happy and I am sure I will have him to answer if I do anything to hurt Eugene, not that I ever will.

Jay on the other hand was shocked when I told him even though he could see since New Year how things were developing with Eugene and me. I could not cope with a long distance relationship; I need those cuddles and touches of reassurance. I am not dumping Jay hell I love the kid as if he was my own. He has options, he can live in my place in London and continue his life there or having talked with IPW and other federations here, he can relocate and we will look for an apartment for him. Whatever he wants to do must be his decision. At the end of this week I return to London just for a few days in order to tidy things up and collect more clothes. And then my new life with Mr Scott, I still love calling him that will begin and who knows where it will go. I am just the happiest man in the world right now.

Published: 2022-04-11, viewed 139 times.