International Pro Wrestling

Previously: Andy’s Rematch with Mr. Jones - Loser gets fucked.

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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. - Andy Manager - Age: 42, 6' 5", 227 lbs, 7" Uncut Cock.

Madison Jones:
I sitting around backstage getting my trunks on next to my dad. "Is this right dad? His partner couldn't make it? Sick or something. I was kind of looking forward to meeting Luis truth be told, but going through with the match as a two on one elimination... That's rough. I did one not too long ago myself." I lace up my boots while thinking about how bad this could be.

Eugene Scott:
Finish slipping on my trunks as well and start lacing up my boots. "Son, you saw how riled he was. Don't you worry about Andy, he's been doing this for 20 and knows what he is getting into, plus the way he was hollering when management tried to shut down the match. Andy's got himself a bit of that German Pride, and even if Luis couldn't make it for whatever reason, we got ourselves an obligation to put on a show. So yeah, this is one sided, a handicap match now, but Andy is ready to give everything he's got today for that sold out crowd. We best do the same you hear?"

Madison Jones:
I think about that. I don't fully agree, but he is right that we have a show to do. His words though, it's nice to hear him giving me direction to follow, far too often do I feel like I'm just a crazy spiral reacting to everything. I miss this... "Alright Dad, you got it." See the stage hand giving us the signal as the Announcer starts going on about the main event. "Let's put on a show." We both head over, giving a nod to Andy who is not too far away.

Andy Manager:
I shout in my phone... "Damn, Luis, get your ass over right now... it's five minutes to start that big and important match... we waited for weeks to face Eugene and Madison in this American-German-tag-team match... the stage hand is already calling for us... how you can tell me something now about a migraine......!!!??? ... Luuuiiss....!!! .... Luis..???..." ... I put my phone in my locker full of anger and some kind of desperation... "You ready to step behind the curtain?", the manager of IPW asks me... Eugene and Madison already on their way down the aisle... "FUCK... this fight is so important... hall is packed with people... sold out... we have PPV to Germany and other countries...".... I feel my heart racing... "I'm ready... Damn... so we make it a 2-vs-1 ... I'm ready to face both of them...", I say to the manager and close my locker...

Announcer:
"And now tonight's main event! The first team, making their way to the ring, a combined weight of 412 lbs. Father and Son representing the United States of America, they are Eugene Scott and Madison Jones!"

Madison and Eugene’s Entrance Music

Madison Jones:
The lights dim as we make our way down to the ring side by side, both waving to the crowd with a spotlight trailing us. Many of our fans are already recording us on our phone, cheers fill the arena as we get to the ring. I slide in under the ropes, my dad choosing to step through the rope instead. I take one corner, he takes the other on the same side of the ring, both climbing to the second rope and holding our arms up for the crowd. The crowd begins to die down and we come to our corner as we turn our attention to the backstage entrance waiting. I hope so very much that Andy comes out with Luis, that he came through that door right as we left the locker room...

Eugene Scott:
Here we go. I climb on into that ring like my son just said using the stair, me looking professional. Crowd is loving us, both have decent names here in this federation, though we are splitting off some it seems. Anyhow, hold the boy's hand up while the crowd cheers, looking my way back to the entrance ready to see my good old Fight Friend come on down and join us.

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Andy Manager:
Waiting behind the door I hear the people cheer for their local celebrities Eugene and Madison... I wrestled both of them in this big and impressive Arena in private and official matches, honestly with few success right now.... today we were scheduled for a tag team match with Luis, my young but tall German Pro Wrestling buddy, who let me now alone... and suddenly I hear my name called by the announcer...

Announcer:
"AND FROM GermanY... PLEASE WELCOME AAAAAAANDY... he stands at 42 years... 6'5 feet and 227 pounds... dear guests, we awaited two Germans today but Andy's partner couldn't make it... SO WELCOME THIS BRAVE VETERAN...!!!"...

Andy’s Entrance Music

Andy Manager:
I walk down the aisle and get some friendly welcome and some dirty laughter by other guys... gggrrrrr... I already see Eugene and Madison waiting on me and I'm getting a bit nervous, watching both of them in the ring... as my new entrance music comes over the speakers....

It's a song my parents played a lot when I was young... "The Final Countdown", from Europe... I climb the ring.... red trunks.... black boots... I go in my corner... tugging ropes... shaking arms and legs... friendly nod to Eugene and then to his son Madison... go in my corner... tugging ropes... shaking arms and legs... friendly nod to Eugene and then his son Madison...

- German Red Trunks

Eugene Scott:
The Ref calls us three to the center of the ring to go over the rules, slight modification given how Andy's been hung out to dry. Tells us that this is still an elimination match, meaning Andy's got to beat us both to win. To even things up, Andy's got to get beat twice to lose with a small 2 minute break if he gets beat once. Pin or Submission falls only, Losers get fucked of course, and all the erotic action we could want in between. We're all gentlemen here, exchanging handshakes all around as I nod to Andy. "Gonna let Madison go first." Then back off to my corner.

Madison Jones:
I offer a handshake to Andy. "Guess we are starting things off." I give a smile as dad backs off, bringing up both hands ready to lock up with you, your six and a half foot frame making both of us look small. "I'm not here for an easy fuck this time... I'm not gonna hold back, got it?"

Andy Manager:
DING DING DING.... bell rings as Eugene steps behind their corner and Madison lifts his hands for the lock up... I grab his hands... "I'm very happy about that, Maddy... nothing about an easy fuck.... gonna fuck you both hard...", I say and ... BAAMMM... shoot my boot in your gut... catch your head in side headlock, as you double some, my left hand hooks your left knee... lift you up and... BAAMMMM... go down to a knee to slam your ass on my knee with an atomic drop... let you drop to mat and wink at Eugene... "Hold on, Eugene... you're next..."...

Madison Jones:
Andy comes at me straight out of the gate, knee to the gut before I can even think about Monkey Flipping him. He knows me too well... Side headlock applied, but I don't let you have that free, and throw an elbow to your gut as you hold me there face against your nipple. I struggle as you lift me up in the air, starting to panic as that German Fire in you pulls me off the canvas and crack my tailbone over your knee. Whole thing causes me to jump up, both hands holding my ass as the crowd cheers for Veteran whose in ring experience even surpasses my dad's. Turn back back with a GROWL, shift into a Taekwondo stance on one leg and throw a spinning kick towards your head hoping to topple you over if it hits.

Eugene Scott:
Wince as Maddy comes down over his knee like that. Andy must have be mighty mad about all this, and surely doesn't want to get doubled fucked in front of a crowd. Don't envy his situation one bit... "Come on Maddy!" Seeing him slip into that Taekwondo his Assassin has been teaching him at the bar makes me proud to see he picked up a style different from my own; though Aikido is still our base.

Andy Manager:
Teasing Eugene with my wink I know I need to go on fast and can't waste time, since Madison is a very skilled and dangerous wrestler and so early in the match... that impact to his tailbone won't stun him for long... I spin around, building some momentum for a big move I've used in one of my last matches against Maddy and I hope it works as well, as in the last one... as I see Maddy moving in Taekwondo stance... Perfect...!!!... he telegraphs his next attempt, while I come around with my long leg for a high kick to his head... hopefully faster than this sexy young American and buying some time in that difficult challenge...

- German High Kick

Eugene Scott:
Winces real bad as I see the kick hit Maddy's Jaw. "Come on Maddy, tag if you need it." Hold my hand out over the ropes in case he wants me to help break down Andy a bit first. That anger of his is showing mighty fierce!

Madison Jones:
On one leg throwing out my Bakkat Chagi - Outer Crescent Kick, the flash the move costs me dearly as Andy's more direct kick to the side of my head topples me backward landing on my back with a loud snap. Head shifts back quickly to look at him, left hand feeling my jaw. This man is playing for keeps today! Still plenty of fight in me as I hear dad call out about the tag. "I'm good." I bring my knee to my chest and Kip-up to standing.

My hands come up defensive. Andy wants to play rough, about even with strikes and grapples... I start preparing to counter a grapple as I inch forward, and based on my past experience with him, seems like a sure bet he will try one.

Andy Manager:
I pull my head back as my boot hits Maddy's jaw perfectly, cause there was big risk to get a kick by his own boot... but with my height advantage and long leg I get the advantage and Maddy a nice fall to his back... American fans yell... OOOOOOOHHH... but caught on all the big screens in the Arena... Maddy gets up quickly with that fucking agile and elegant kip-up, which gives him some applause by his fans and many likes by PPV watchers in the web...

Andy Manager:
"Good move, Maddy...", I say and circle with him... as I suddenly charge him and catch his right arm, grabbing it with both my hands and spin around as fast as possible to bring him down on mat again with an arm drag judo throw... and when it works, like I wanted... then I'm going for a nice elbow drop onto his sexy chest... taking a bit of his air out off his lungs...

Madison Jones:
Completely surprised by the charge, I thought for sure it was 50 / 50 with a strike or grapple. I got to work on better hiding what I am trying to counter, swear people are like mind readers. Anyhow thrown down to the canvas on my side with a loud thud, sound echoing through the arena from the arm drag. Grit my teeth as I try to pull away only to elbow to my chest letting out a grunt as that 227 German frame comes crashing down. Big mistake though Andy, you're in the arms of a grappler. Legs come up around your right arm hoping to weaken your dominant arm. That kick to the head fucked me up though, and end up grabbing your left arm instead. Still go to lock on a Cross Armbar pulling it to my chest.

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Eugene Scott:
See Madison get taken down like that, elbow to his chest making me rub my own reflexively. Boy is going for the Cross Armbar... sigh... what is that boy doing? He grabs Andy's left arm instead of the right. Maybe he thinks it's an easier target, I don't know. Kid's head is always in the clouds if you ask me.

Andy Manager:
My attack works like I wanted and I get Maddy down to the mat... "Aaaanngghh..."... and me suddenly in pain and trouble, as Maddy catches my left arm, before I'm back on my feet to continue my assault... I try to keep my left arm bent and not stretched out completely... but it's my weaker arm and without staying in this too long I plant my feet on mat, bridge up, jump up and flip backwards over your legs and our arms... coming down on my knees... my left knee maybe driving in your chest some... and turn and shake my arm to twist it free from your hold... this move is a bit dangerous, but I have no choice to let you keep advantage of the armbar and wrenching my arm...

Madison Jones:
Gripping your arm, I give it a good pull, teeth flashing as I think I can at least weaken this arm and start breaking you down. That's when you surprise the hell out of me by flipping backwards like that, a counter to this move I've never seen. I'm cautious when you start doing it, release my right arm from the hold to come up and guard my chest managing to save myself from the knee of yours. As you break free, I roll away on my side two rotations to the ropes, dad behind me at the corner, and pull myself up. I try another bluff as I wipe some sweat from my brow, trying to make it look like I'm breathing heavier than I really am leaning on the ropes. When you come my way, I plan to duck down and let whatever move you make miss... maybe even cause you to go flying out of the ring if you are reckless enough to charge.

Eugene Scott:
That there move really shows just how skilled Andy is. Man's been doing this for a long time, and know how to deal with many different fighting styles. With how common Brazilian Jiu Jitsu has become in the ring these last 16 years since I disappeared, it makes sense he would know some good counters to the moves. Got to stay focused on the boy though, he's looking frustrated and needs his old man's support as he draws in breath on the ropes. "Doing good Maddy! Hang in there!"

Andy Manager:
Flipping over Maddy I feel some relief as he pulls his one arm back and thankfully I come free and on my ass, as Maddy rolls away in the direction of his dad... I push up quickly to my feet, cause I expect him to tag with his dad... but he doesn't.... he leans in the corner, maybe looking for some protection from his dad... and seeing Eugene behind Maddy's back... I know, I won't attack him with a dangerous move in the corner... not tapping in a trap, getting double teamed by both of them... but... damn... watching both of them at once... I realize how big that job is, overcoming that hurdle with Maddy and then defeating Eugene next... I lift my hands and wave them... "Okay, okay, Maddy... I wont attack you in your corner...".... I say and approach slowly... "Come out of this...." I say, as I suddenly lunge forward and throw a backhand chop across your chest... before I start to move back as fast as possible....

- Backhand Chop

Madison Jones:
Not quite in the corner, but close enough to see what you might think that. You come in saying you won't attack... and I sigh perhaps revealing bluff now, starting to come off the ropes. That's when you chop your hand HARD against my chest leaving a red mark, the crowd "oooo"ing and I grit my teeth with my left hand coming up to feel that sting. Anger start to flood my face as you back away, I get ready to come right after you when...

Eugene Scott:
When I reach over the rope and slap your shoulder boy. "Take a break son, I'll deal with him." I step into the ring as the Ref acknowledges the tag, a light grin on my face as I watch you Andy. "Being a bit hard on the boy ain't ya Andy? Let's go partner, unless you're chicken." Hold both hands showing I want to take you on in a test of strength. I'm gonna use that pride against ya, as you lock up, I'm aiming to throw a knee hard into your gut, then follow up with something nasty.

Andy Manager:
Big grin in my face as I outsmart Maddy with the backhand chop, but my face freezes soon, as I see Eugene forcing the tag, Maddy didn't want so far... DAMN... this bigger and much more experienced wrestler comes fresh in the ring... and this would be a good moment to tag with my own partner... FUCK... but Luis stays in the hotel, nursing his migraine... Eugene lifts his hands and reflexively I lift mine too... he'd try to bring me in a forced bridge for sure and I yank your hands, dropping to my ass and shoot my boot in your abs... trying to surprise you with the monkey flip first... and then rolling to the side, since you caught me last time with your grappling skills in a rough hold... I hope my monkey flip attempt works...

Madison Jones:
Eyes wide as I feel the slap on my shoulder. Is he really doing this to me? I'm pretty good, I've taken him done before on my own, and I know dad has watched the recording of it even if I never gave him permission to spy on my private matches. I growl as he steps past me and climbs through the ropes. "Don't hog him to yourself..." I start to rest outside the ring as you two engage.

Eugene Scott:
Alright you got me there, but I'm gonna change that direction mighty quick you will see. Hand and hand, boot to my gut, I clench up absorbing it as you go and monkey flip, launching me over your shoulders. I'm completely fresh and my martial instinct kicks in, me rolling out of the flip on my shoulder coming back up to standing. Turn back your direction while you are on your back. I've never seen you kip-up before, so now I have a moment while you start to get up. As such I charge right at you, jump, and try to land a drop kick hoping some of the German Fire is starting to fade.

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Andy Manager:
My monkey flips works and I'm feeling pretty good... watched by thousands of people in this hot IPW Arena and those on the screens at home, watching with PPV... as I roll back to my feet and .... FUUUCCKKKK... as Eugene's boot hit my chest hard and I stagger back into ropes... bouncing off... trying to keep my footage... my hand rubs my chest... puuuhhh... I'm sure he was going for my face, but maybe underestimated my height... I need more luck like this to fight Eugene and win against him... the red footprints of your boots visible on my skin... as I try to stay in this fight and while you come back to your feet... I move quickly behind your back, wrap my long arms around your waist, pull hard... trying to slam you on mat with a worthy German suplex...

Eugene Scott:
Oh no you don't partner. I fall to my side catching myself from doing the dropkick like we all are trained to do, roll to my back while you stagger to the ropes feeling them red marks on your chest. I do a Kip-up burning some stamina to get up quick while you come my way, and that time saved is just what I need to counter as you wrap your arms around my waist. Your height advantage has drawbacks too as I'm sure you are away, and so when you come in to hug me like a lover from behind with a warm German embrace, I swing my head back with a reverse headbutt landing it right alongside your face. Follow up with a pair elbows behind me hoping to slam them both in your gut and soften up them bricks. Turn afterwards hands up defensive, ready to feel your payback in a moment as I just cheated you out of your namesake move.

Madison Jones:
Oh fuck ya... Seeing dad go at it has me excited, like I'm that 10 year old boy at ringside again all those years ago. This man knows what he is doing and does with confidence I might never have. "That's it Dad! Take him down!"

Andy Manager:
Maybe I enjoy that bulge at Eugene's ass a second too long, as your skull.... "Aaaanngghh..."... hits my face, luckily along the side... otherwise I had some big migraine or headache too... "Ooouuffff... Ooouufff..."... as your elbows come back in my abs and make me bend forward some... but eating that pain in my guts... I'm on the sunny side again, as my hands are already deep down and while you turn around... I catch both your ankles... yank them up and make you fall to your ass... as I lift and spread your legs.... BAMM BAMM... kick the back of your thighs... and step then between your legs, going for another of my signature moves... and since the German suplex didn't work... maybe the sharpshooter, I've used so many times and do it fast and text book like... could give this dangerous wrestler dad some nice pain to his legs....

Eugene Scott:
Hands up defensive like I said, you play it smart and grab my legs pulling them out from under me landing on my back. Ropes aren't too far away, but I ain't desperate enough to go for them. Your kick to the side of my thigh makes me growl hard, my eyes locking with yours showing you a look of anger as I see the fire of your still burning bright, you shining like a beacon in this handicap match. Flipped over on my front with the Sharpshooter applied, we both know I'm nowhere weakened enough to tap out to this. The back of your legs exposed to me, I start ramming my elbow back into your calf with a hell's fury, once, twice, and more. I keep it up until you let go, or you further subdue me, either way I'm pounding like crazy.

Madison Jones:
Watching dad get pulled down like that makes me wince. He could go for the ropes, I would and make the opponent waste energy, no need to fight if you can get the Ref to break it for you right? Him throwing back his elbows has got to hurt, it reminds me of what I did when Andy almost beat me with a sharpshooter before. I start clapping my hands calling his name, "Eugene! Eugene!" The crowd starts to echo it while he fights Andy's hold.

Andy Manager:
I feel my dick stiffen in my trunks, as I get Eugene in my signature submission move, the sharpshooter... I roar out in pleasure, as I work your legs tightly crossed in my arms and bounce on your back... I'm able to look straight at Maddy and laugh at him... "It's over, boy... your dad will submit to me faster than you can count to ten...." .... I've made so many men give up in that move, that it is just a matter of time, until... "AAARRGGH... FUUCCKKK...."... Eugene pounds his elbows into my calves... I need some seconds what happens, cause I've never attacked like this... Maddy and the people cheer him and count his hard elbows... my legs feeling already sore, cause my calf muscles are tensed very hard, crouched down... and just as you read the ten... I stand up and drop the sharpshooter... pissed by your dirty attack to my calves... and before you stand up.... BAMM BAMM... I stomp your lower back... "Take his, fucker..."... I hiss out full of anger… That my signature move doesn't work, like I wanted...

Eugene gets a lot of applause from his fans in the Arena.... while I grab you by the hair and pull you up to your feet... BAMMM... slam my knee in your chest and go for a front headlock... preparing you for a DDT next, as soon, I have that stubborn wrestler trapped in my hold...

Madison Jones:
Yes! I see Andy abandon his hold. That's what I'm talking about. Dad doesn't give easily and is twice as fierce as I am. Big smile on my face as I see Andy stand with that rage on his face. Smile begins to fade though as he slams his knee into dad's chest. I see him setup for a move I'm very familiar with, the DDT. Hope dad has a counter up his sleeve... err... up his trunks.

Eugene Scott:
Gritting teeth listening to the music of the crowd chant my name. You abandon the hold as I start to turn on my back getting ready to Kip-Up, but that when you pull me to my knees with another growl from me as you almost rips some hair from my skull. You slam your knee into my chest, a bit of my saliva spews out on your thigh, head right against your tenting German bulge. You start to wrap your hands around my neck, it is obvious what is coming next. Crowd quiets down realizing this could be bad. Fortunately I know what I'm doing with me still on my knees. Hands come around your waist, fingers clenching not together, but into the crack of your ass to add a nice erotic distraction. Gripping your glutes hard, I then lift your 227 lbs frame up getting to my feet, then SLAM you down with a magnificent Spinebuster! Crowd erupts!

Andy Manager:
Eugene and me we are veterans in wrestling, though I'm ten years older and I know, that younger generation of wrestlers has a lot of energy, speed and some other martial skills in their sleeves, trunks or wherever... as your strong arms go around my hips and... "Uuunngghh..."... my eyes widen, as I feel your dangerous hands splitting my glutes... this reminds me to our last matches with so much erotic humiliation, I've never felt and suffered before... and scared for a short moment by that thought... "Aaaaannngghh..."... you scoop my heavy body up and.... "FUUUUUUCCCKKKK..."... outsmart me with a fucking spinebuster... that makes me gasp for a moment.... spreadeagled on my back... as I hear the crowd cheering and laughing... my view right on the big screens over the ring... and I see that dirty grin of Maddy... grinning ear to ear....

Eugene Scott:
There is some sweat me for sure partner, you landing spread eagle under me like a lover is just fucked the daylights out of. Might not be too far off from the truth here in a little bit. Hands come up on your abdomen, right over your navel, left slipping down to your German cock as I push myself up to standing, the camera catching that shameless grope for the sake of the audience and all them viewers watching (or reading) this as we speak. Get up to my legs and STOMP on your gut hoping to keep the wind out of you, then grab your hair getting you to your hands and knees like a dog. Start pulling you towards the corner so my son can get some payback for the way you manhandled him earlier.

Madison Jones:
I'm cheering so hard. Dad pulls off that Spinebuster like a true professional, my eye wide as I see the legend rip back control from Andy. Now he is pulling the man towards me by the hair, that look in his eye expecting something great from me. I LEAN over the ropes, stretching my arm out as far as I can, just waiting for him to make the tag in a moment. Hope Andy is still too stunned by that exertion and of course, the impact of that last move.

Andy Manager:
The laughter in the Arena is stunning, as you pull me by my hair over to your corner on my fours like a dog... I try to fight it, but as soon I try to catch your hand or do anything else, you go ahead with your walk and I'm forced to put my hands on mat again... it's looks fucking shameful and silly... the tall German dragged across the ring... I'm sure my German teammates are watching this via PPV and Luis from his hotel room... as Eugene makes the tag with his son... I try to push up to my feet at this moment... so much afraid for the moment with two wrestlers at once in the ring and the risk of getting double teamed by them, how tag teams do often, before the ref separates them...

Eugene Scott:
Now that I've walked this German Shepard over to the corner, I give you a kick to your side making sure to help keep you under control, the commentators talking about how your gut has been taking some heavy abuse. Plan to add more on to that as I slap my son's hand with my left hand, right hand pulling you by your hair straight up as he enters the ring. Ref sees the tag just fine as I start the double team, hands coming up under your strong arms and pulling you into a Full Nelson with your full sweaty gut exposed pulling you to your feet in the process. "Do it Maddy, bust some bricks!"

Madison Jones:
With the tag made, I come into the ring seeing Andy pulled up into the Full Nelson. My cock is tenting so bad at this, seeing Dad exert control like this. Is it weird that I'm so turned on by him doing that? Anyhow I come up to Andy restrained, fingers clenching up into fists. "Payback time." I slam my right fist into your gut, fingers coming undone and sliding into your waistband. Left fist hits next, fingers coming loose, and sliding into the other side of your trunks. I then PULL them down, your hard German Cock springing out for all these people to see, Luis back at the hotel included.

Andy Manager:
"NOOOO... PLEEAASEE... NOOOO....!!!"... I scream and the cameras zoom in, showing my fearful face in high resolution on the screens... all beads of sweat clearly visible... my tall body stretched out in the Full Nelson, Eugene's strong arms taking easily control and preparing me for some rough action... I shake and twist, but it's useless and I'm aware in which danger I'm in, challenging these both skillful wrestlers at once... and since that's still the fight for the first win... I gulp some, thinking about two eliminations in that match and what then comes next... Eugene's bulge pressed against my ass reminds me all the possible upcoming pain and humiliation... as Maddy... "AAAAAAANNGGHH..."... slams his rock hard fists in my stretched out gut... I cringe in the Full Nelson and whine... as Maddy strips my red trunks down and my half-erected German cock springs out... this 7 incher not on full length yet... but people shout in laughter and take pictures of this....

Eugene Scott:
Speaking of my cock in your ass, you can feel mine hardening up pretty big while I continue holding you like this. You've been fucked in my Full Sex Nelson Twice I think? I hold you there while Maddy does his beat down, your cock out in the open as he strips you down. Once he's done, the Ref gives me that look of we've done enough, I bring my lips to your ear and whisper. "Fuck Nelson Number 3 is coming a little later." I release you and step out of the ring, let me son have his way with you for a bit.

Madison Jones:
I finish pulling those red trunks down to your ankles, then before dad lets go, I bring my hand over your cock Andy, then stroke it to get it nice and hard. Eugene lets go of you and I know I need to be on the offense now. I stand up straight, left hand grabbing your shoulder, right coming down your backside between your thighs cupping your balls and cock. I'm fresh again, a little hurt, but got plenty of rest outside the ring. I use that renewed strength to now try and lift you up aiming to slam your abs down over my knee with a Gut Buster.

Andy Manager:
I need to send the referee a good bottle of German wine after that match for sparing me from more double teaming action by the hands of Eugene and Madison, pretty naked now and with.... "Uuunngghh..."... full erected cock, as this young and sexy fucker Madison worked it up expertly for his own pleasure and the entertainment of the crowd... then Eugene steps off the ring and... "Aaaaanngghh...."... suddenly I feel one hand at my shoulder and another coming from behind between my legs, grabbing cock and balls... Maddy always craving for some older men... as I get hoisted up... "Fuuucckk... noooooo...."... and with a nice momentum... "AAAAAANNGGHH..."... my sore gut busted all over your knee... people go nuts... I scream and howl... fucking crashed down over your knee... the lost son back in the game...

Madison Jones:
You were full of fire earlier, and part of worries about you getting a comeback. With you over my knee, I decide the best course of action is to try and milk a load out of you in order to fully weaken you. That always leaves a man drained and weakened, and lets face it, it's so fucking hot. I slap your ass a couple times for the cheers of the crowd, hand coming down between your thighs again while you bent over me like a naughty child. Wrap my hand around your thick German cock and start to stroke it now, ass cheek spread with your ass on full display to the crowd projected up on the monitors for the world to see. I start to milk you.

Eugene Scott:
"That's it Maddy! Milk the fucker!" This boy, he's a chip off the old block, you know that? Must have remembered me doing this to folk so long ago, it brings a smile to my face to see it passed down from father to son. I look in your eyes Andy as he starts to milk you, a smile ear to ear, just waiting to see how long he can hold you... and if he will succeed in making you spray your load all over the canvas.

Andy Manager:
What comes next could be the end of that first round as Maddy is going to milk me in the Gutbuster-milking-hold ... I groan and grunt out loud, as you grab my thick German cock and stroke it up and down the full length of my shaft... I moan and drool on the mat in that shameful hold... My face is deep red and sweaty... people laugh about Maddy's actions... Maddy must be grown up at a farm, so expertly how he milks me like an old cow and I fear they will soon bring a large bucket to collect all the milk, he could take from my balls in a few... I know, Eugene and Maddy would try all to milk me like this... but not right now... !!! ... suddenly I reach with my right long arm under your thigh and grab your balls with a fucking tight and strong grip and pull your balls as hard as I can backwards, nearly castrating you, doing this...

The people sense, these high pitched screams are different to those of the German... as Maddy jumps to his feet and let me drop down his knee to the mat... my hand slides off your balls in that moment... and while you stand there and cup your sore balls... I struggle quickly to my knees and behind your back, as I grab your blue trunks at the waistband and rip them down to your ankles... Maddy fully surprised and naked too... then I shoot up to my feet and my arms snake under yours, bending your arms up in a Full Nelson, like Eugene did it earlier to me... "Payback, Maddy..."... I hiss in your ears... as my full erected dick makes his way in your ass crack... "Sometimes a disadvantage can be an advantage too... thanks, for stripping me nude and hardening my cock... and with one big thrust I drill my cock into your ass... and having you trapped in the Full Nelson... I start to thrust your ass... "Come on... enjoy or submit.. I promise... I don't fuck you into madness, when you submit...."

Madison Jones:
I have you, I can feel your balls starting to churn, the crowd is cheering for me to milk this man and spray his hot load all over the canvas under me, and I even see dad looking at me with an approving smile. Then everything changes. Your hand in desperation comes up and grabs my balls squeezing them so hard. I freeze up, and you are right, there is a cry of pain, a yell as I holler trying to push you off me. Both hands come to you to force it off my ball from the pain, me jump and away from you kneeling over some checking for damage. My fingers are inside my trunks, looking, so very concerned while the crowd is booing your action, the Ref even getting in your face about such an obvious and brutal low blow. This is only the start of what happens next, for you use the opportunity to strip my own trunks down exposing me, my hard cock flopping out for everyone to see.

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You come to stand while I'm so clearly stunned, me starting to fall down my knees with some tears starting to well up. They won't be last with what you do to me next. Full Nelson applied to me, you immediately feel me start to struggle, a cry from me as you press your hard German cock to my ass. My eyes are wide as I struggle trying to keep my ass away from you, trying not to get fucked in this move. I don't know if you've done your homework or not, or if this is a vicious cycle of how… Violence Breeds Violence… but it is clear to you the fear in my actions as you proceed.

You hiss "Payback " to me in my ear, me feeling your cock pressing into my ass, pressing to my hole... I close my eyes, trying to think about other things, the memories flooding back that I hate from so many months ago. Making it worse is that you have me facing dad, forced to look at him while you do this. I've been trying to overcome this, but trauma is the type of thing you can't just rush through. Right then as I think I have a hold of it, you then THRUST your German cock into my hole and start to thrust, start to fuck me like this, eyes snapping open again as you do. I let out a cry, a genuine scream as the crowd watches this display, some of them so very excited, but others looking concerned. You start to fuck me in this move while I struggle trying to get free, me trying to endure... All while the Ref is in my face asking if I give up. For the moment, I clench my teeth and try to break free, more out of desperation than anything else.

Eugene Scott:
I've seen the footage of this with the boy before. Somebody hurt him badly like this. I never thought Andy would do this though... it might very well be because I just put him in that hold moment ago, or the fact that I've fucked him like this before. He wants revenge. As mean as the ball crush on Madison was, intentional or not, this is far more cruel. I stare at you Andy, that rage building in my eyes. "Let him go..." I mouth to you, eyes focused on yours as you hold my son in a move he is clearly freaking out over... while you fuck him in it... my fist clenches and trembling with anger.

Andy Manager:
I was already on the precipice, with Eugene and Maddy working me over alternately, really smart tagging in and out each other... taking a lot of energy from me... and I'm so happy, being back in the game, as I fuck Maddy with my thick German rod... with my height advantage on him, he is forced to stand tiptoes... while my hips pound against his buttocks... "Come on, Maddy... relax and enjoy or submit to me...."... I hiss out again... my hands locked behind your head and carefully, not to get a headbutt by your skull, as I feel you struggling like hell... Eugene is not happy with that, what I lay on his son... and suddenly I remember... Eugene told me weeks ago some secret about his son... I don't know the complete story, but he begged me, not to fuck his son ever in a Full Sex Nelson... Okay... I forgot about that... and with my actual state in this 2-vs-1... I'm out to forget it again... the ref in Maddy's face, asking him if he submits... and it's hard to keep him in this hold… so hard how Maddy struggles and fights this...

Madison Jones:
Struggling and kicking, trying to get my boots on your knees, but my ankles are tangled because of my trunks. I struggle as you thrust inside of me over and over, it is clear that I am not… cannot enjoy this. The people excited about this turn of events and cheering in the crowd start to chant for me, "Don't Give Up!", but another chant is also being circulated... "Fuck Him Hard". I feel a couple more of your deep thrust into me, hard and rough, as it is never easy to be nice when a person is struggling. "Stop.... Please.... I... I Give..." It almost comes out like a whimper, the ref getting his ear close so he can hear it. I nod in his face and he waves his hand as my sweaty body is held up there in your arms. I give up.

Eugene Scott:
Madison is in no mindset to think about the potential repercussions from this situation. Up until now, the exploitation of this move against him has been deniable. That time with Mike War Machine being the biggest instance of it being public, but Madison was already beat then, so it wasn't as obvious. Here, the boy went from fresh to tap-out in a matter of a minute while being fucked like this. This is likely going to expose the weakness to others, and with him trying to get so far in the SECW... Well this could be a real setback. The boy taps out practically in tears while I glare at Andy. As soon as the ref calls it, I start to enter the ring, but the Ref gestures for me to wait. I grit my teeth understanding why, there is a chance that Andy will finish fucking him and unload inside of him right now, and here at IPW we want ratings and cum shots, that's what brings in the money. As much as I want to rescue him, it's up to Andy what happens next.

Andy Manager:
The wild struggles of Maddy arouse my a lot and touching his prostate I feel some precum leaving my cockslit and lubing his ass... as Maddy suddenly says the magic words and whispers his submission... the ref checking again, if he heard right and Maddy confirms it... FUUUCCKKK... this is my very first win against Maddy... if also a partial win of a single round... but watched by thousands of his fan in his full packed IPW Arena and I'm fucking proud of it... since I always try to be a nice guy, as soon as no more fight is needed... I let Maddy go immediately, down to his feet and pull my dick out of his ass... my arms still under his in the Full Nelson... "Good Maddy... you are awesome and gave me a good fight again... but today it was my turn..."... I say and release you, giving you time to calm down and fight your disappointment, having lost with your dad watching... It clear I could have fucked Maddy already now and not after this match… but it would weaken me too much.

I know, there is half the job left... and I have to face Eugene and get another submission or pinfall to get a win, before I'm going to enjoy both asses... the one of Maddy and the other of his dad. For now, I throw a double bicep pose into the cameras and wink at my fans in Germany... while his fans watch in this fully packed IPW Arena.

Eugene Scott:
As soon as you drop the boy, starting to flex up your bicep with your hard leaking cock up for the crowd to see, you are greeted by me Ramming my shoulder into your stomach as hard as I possibly can with a Spear.

I fall on top of you, a look of anger you've never seen before in me. I ball up my fist tight as I mount your chest and start to pummel the shit out of your face. Right, Left, Right. You might have been worried about a migraine earlier, well there are bigger concerns for you right now. The crowd was cheering for your partial win just a moment ago, now some of them are deathly quiet as I lay into you, the Ref getting on my case about used closed fists against your face, and threatening to disqualify me if I continue.

Madison Jones:
You drop me to my side and take your victory pose, my chest heaving my cock hard and actually leaking some precum from you fucking me. Just a moment later after I fall, I hear the impact of dad colliding with you, the echo of flesh hitting canvas through the arena. I turn my head over looking at him mount you Andy, and as scared as I was of you fucking me, another look of terror washes over me as I see his unbridled rage come out. "Dad... No...."

Andy Manager:
After fighting Maddy and Eugene alternately and getting my first win... I could have used a break and some coffee at the WelCum Bar... but I thought wrong... as Eugene spears into my body like a missile... "OOOUUFFFF...!!!"... taking me off my feet and down to the mat in a rough way... FUUCCKKK... I take a deep breath, as your fists.... "AAARRNGH.. FUCK..."... rain down onto my face... I plant my feet on mat and push up into a bridge as hard as possible... my arms come up to block your fists... but a couple of punches come through and knock my face hard... first marks and small cuts over my eyes open... as I twist hard to the side... using all my MMA skills to get this rough brawler off me... but already weakened from this match, while Eugene shows energy like an unleashed predator...

Eugene Scott:
It's far from over. I think I hear Madison say something, but I'm a bit too busy at the moment to pay attention. You are blocking my fist and that's fine because the ref is bitching about me using my fists anyways. Hands grab your wrists and slam them alongside your head, us looking eye to eye. Your feet planted, you try to thrust up, but that damage to your core makes that a bit difficult for you to get me off you. I'm riding you now Andy like this is some twisted erotic rodeo. I go to kick my feet up as high as I can, good 3 feet in the air, and then drop both knees solidly into your breaking abs, trying to make sure your attempts at recovery are zero to none.

Madison Jones:
I start trying to pick myself up, kicking one leg free from my trunks over my ankle. I am watching this display of unmitigated anger, a look on dad's face like he wants to kill. I have to calm him down... and so I struggle to pick myself up.

"Dad... stop...." I say that right as he brings his knees down into your gut with a devastating Jackknife. I wince seeing the display, holding out my hand trying to show him that I'm okay. Kame's been helping me with the Nelson trauma. The Ref comes over to me and puts his hand on my shoulder almost sympathetically, then orders me to leave the ring. I wipe away some sweat or tears from my face as I roll out of the ring and make my way to the commentator table, grabbing a bottle of water to drink while listening to them talk about Dad being on a rampage.

Andy Manager:
People get excited, how the American dad avenges his son, what the tall German did with the Full Sex Nelson... that 6 and a half feet German wrestler struggles to survive so far, but the angered dad teaches him a rough lesson in IPW domination and aggression, as he rides that taller guy like a wild mare and coming down with his knees... "AAAWWWGGHH!" I break down to my back... my wrists pinned next to my head... so much pain in my gut... my lips tremble... "Oooooaaaggghh..."... as you stay with your knees deep in my guts... your eyes locked in mine... with a look, I've never seen before by Eugene... and though we are or were good buddies outside the ring... I feel this could be the toughest fight and punishment I've ever suffered by his hands. I can already tell there is some rough humiliation coming... for the moment... just flattened and suffering under his knees...

Eugene Scott:
I now hold your hands there, slide myself up higher on your chest, and more importantly, slide my knee over your throat starting to choke you. I'm bent over, arms safely out of the reach of your long German legs. Hold you down like this, my full 214 lbs on your shoulders, then say in a low gravelly tone. "Count." The Ref is shaken by this display and then drops down next to us as I begin to choke you. He slaps the canvas. 1... I twist my kneecap in your throat. 2...

Madison Jones:
I have to look away as he continues. He might be trying to collapse Andy's throat. Fuck... why is this happening? I start to get lost in thought drinking the bottle water, my boner starting to die down as I go over recent events since Eugene Scott reappeared at the bar.

Andy Manager:
I'm used to pin others or get pinned myself in a schoolboy pin from early years as a child... but now... "GGNNGGGHH..!!!"... my eyes bulge out far, as your kneecap drills in my throat, choking and nearly killing me... unable to speak, breathe or beg... as the ref slaps the mat faster than usual, just to save my life... this would be faster and help me more, than to disqualify Eugene with a five count and... "... three....!!!"... the ref lifts his hand after that third slap and grabs your shoulder, pulling you off my throat... while my eyes stare dead like in shock... and with my chest heaving and gasping wildly... I get a new imagination of the meaning of an elimination match... people roar and shout... as Eugene gets this win and makes that match even and open again....

Eugene Scott:
The Ref finishes his count with a speed you would expect from a rigged match. I growl at him, but then his hand starts to pull me off your throat. I rise up, hand grabbing a fist full of hair, pull you up to standing, other hand coming to your ass cheek with my finger slipping into your hole. I THROW you across the canvas towards your corner and sink back to mine. You get your two minutes of rest while I lean there staring at you. Clenching my fists thinking about how I'm going to finish you off today Andy... and it ain't going to be pretty.

Madison Jones:
I hear the Ref call for the fall, the Commentators talking about how dad is trying to kill him. They might be right, I remember what he did to Keiji Takeda weeks ago. Finally he throws Andy across the ring and comes back to his corner to glare. I'm conflicted... we have two minutes. I rise up from the chair, the ref allowing it during the rest, and approach dad. I pat his leg getting his attention, eyes looking up to him with concern. "Don't do that. I'm fine, I promise." I try to calm him down, wrestling is supposed to be fun. Not this...

Andy Manager:
With the help of Eugene and his finger in my ass like during an oil check, I'm slipped across the ring like a bowling ball and quickly in my corner... so I have most of those two minutes to recover... but after that, what happened to me in the last few seconds of this hail of fists and the vicious choke with the knee.... I'm more hanging than sitting on the middle buckle of my corner, like a knocked out boxer... I get some water to drink and a towel to wipe sweat and blood off my eye cuts... as time runs down like a high speed train... not much time left to make my prayer... as the ref looks at his clock and beckons us to the middle of the ring again... I take my time to push up... but I know... I need to be prepared, before Eugene comes back again in such a rage... and still thinking about a strategy, how to stop him and take him down, to win this fight finally...

Madison Jones:
I continue to express my concerns to Eugene while looking up to him, and I can't help but to notice his cock is rock hard under his blue trunks. I'm not even sure if he is paying attention. "Don't do something you're gonna regret. Andy's a friend! Dad! This is all... a misunderstanding." I try to reason, but he doesn't even look at me. As the time expires the ref points to my chair and I reluctantly take a seat ready to witness how this ends.

Eugene Scott:
That soft boy, even at this age there is an innocence to him. Andy crossed a line here, but I am calming down. I'm not gonna kill him, the boy is right that he is a friend. Even still, I'm not letting him off the hook. He basically raped my boy in front of me with my own finisher, and in a way I specifically told him never to do. You reap what you sow, and today there is going to be a lot of reaping. I come back to the center of the ring, and as soon as that bell rings, I launch myself towards you, my hands on your shoulder. Not holding back, I throw my knee at you, not to your gut, but solidly into your balls. I throw the blow full force into it, not caring it ruptures a testicle in the process. Crowd gasps at the action. I want you down and out, so I can show you what a proper rape looks like.

Andy Manager:
With the Full Sex Nelson to Maddy I obviously pushed a button, I've should haven't touched ever... I don't know why, but there seems to be a crack in the relationship between Eugene, Madison and me now... knowing each of them for months, there was a rivalry born in 2022... since I wrestled Eugene and some weeks later his son Maddy first... but there was always a big sportsmanship. let's say friendship outside the ring... "pigs in the ring, friends in life...", as I say to Eugene and Maddy ever... but now I see a fierce rage in Eugene, I've never expected before... Curiously, he seems more pissed off than Maddy...

I raise my guard to defend myself... still really sore and hurted with softened abs and my viciously choked throat... we approach each other.... "GAAAWWWDDD...!!!"... as you slam a knee up my balls, that folds me over your thigh and I struggle hard to control my guts... not to vomit right here and now in the IPW ring... and caught by all cameras and from all angles... I cup my aching balls, though there is nothing to protect anymore... as I gasp desperate and slowly sink to my knees... taken down with one fucken knee kick to the balls... the Arena erupts in shouts.... thousands people cheer Eugene... while the tall German is crouched down on his knees and forehead to the mat...

Madison Jones:
"Oh fuck..." I feel my balls as I see that happen. Andy twisted my knickers good, so much that I thought he might rip them off. Is this payback for that? I stare at the display, not sure how bad this is going to get.

Eugene Scott:
You go down to the cheers of the crowd, a gathering as bloodthirsty as the citizens of Rome. "I ain't done with you yet Andy." I say as I lower my trunks letting them fall to my ankles and stepping out of them.

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You turn on your side as I adjust you so your face is down on the canvas, press you down, and pull your arms behind your back applying a double hammerlock. My cock is hard, long, with only a few drops of precum on it. I bring its tip to your ass thrust in about an inch into your hole, then THRUST in all 9 inches quick and hard. Holding your arms like this, I start to thrust into you over and over, fucking you before this crowd as they go fucking crazy. Reach my left hand up to your head, I cover your mouth. You don't get to tap out or submit out of this. I fuck you hard.

Andy Manager:
Though the match isn't over yet, Eugene decides to finish the German off with with rough sex action, or at least punish and humiliate him, before he finishes him off... people moan out loud, as you lower your trunks and pull them off... Eugene has a cock like a dagger, you better hope he doesn’t use it, at least of all, not getting forced fucked by it... as you roll me on my sore stomach and lock my hands in a double hammerlock, keeping them locked by one hand... as your other hand covers my mouth... I try to fight it, but useless.... "MMMPPPPHHFFF... HHNNNGGHHHH...."... as I moan smothered in your hand... my eyes begging for release, as your cock splits my ass and fucks me roughly... forcing tears off my eyes...

Eugene Scott:
I ride you like this Andy, HARD, keep thrusting my full 9 inches in deep, letting it linger, then pulling out only to thrust in again. "He was my Son Andy. MY SON!" Voice so loud the folks at ringside can hear it clear as day. I continue to fuck you like this, preventing you from tapping or submitting, until I fill you literally with my full rage. Only then will I let you give up if you are even conscientious still.

Madison Jones:
I again find myself having to look away. I hear the roar of the crowd, and his words are deep and full of rage. Is this really what he was like before? I never saw him unload like this when I was a kid, but back then I was just that, a kid. Have I been looking at him through rose tinted glasses? I hear the commentators talking about what he is doing. They use words like Rape openly, even the Face commentator is having trouble defending this, relying on concepts like a father's outrage. I have to take action... I rise up and come to the side of the ring and yell. "DAD! Let him submit. Let him give up..."

Andy Manager:
This is not the first time Eugene has fucked me... he fucked me in our Humiliation Match incredible hard, going with me through all four corners of the ring... but most times he spared me with his full 9 incher and fucked me 7 or 8 inches deep... but today... FUUCCCKKK... my ass nearly burning by that nasty deep and hard fuck you could call it a rape... the people love it... many of them massage their bulges and some open their zips and snake their hands in, stroking hard... but I'm sure, they wont accept this action as the expected stakes... this fuck is part of the fight... a way to break and dominate me... but not the after match stakes already... and thinking and fearing what comes soon, maybe by the hands of Eugene and Maddy at once... I lift my eyes and... DAMMNNNNN... discover Luis in the second row of the crowd... I expected him to have gone back to the hotel with his migraine, and now this coward sits so close to the ring and watches all my pain and humiliation....

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Eugene Scott:
Something seems to catch your attention Andy while I'm fucking the shit out of you like this, and the boy over there is hollering at me to show some mercy. I want your attention here, with me, feeling every single moment of what I'm doing to you. My hand covering your mouth comes off as I go to slap the back of you head hard with a couple of thrust into you, full distance while them cameras record the whole thing in glorious 4k, 8k, or whatever the fuck k they are doing these days. Fingers grab a fist full of hair and points your head right at my son as I keep fucking the shit out of you, it becoming so clear I'm about to bred your ass with a cum shot larger than cup of whipping cream.

Madison Jones:
Watching the display, I notice Andy's eyes lock onto something in the crowd. I look over and see a guy who looks off, different, if only because he isn't cheering or jerking himself. Is that... Luis? The mystery of the situation starts to hit me, a few things already flowing through my mind as to dad's nature and what the outcome of this match might cause. Now though, if Luis is in the crowd, then did he abandon Andy? Was he afraid to face us, maybe afraid to face dad maybe? I turn my attention back to the dad who continues to fuck Andy in such a humiliating pose. It's a little bit onAndy now, he could give up if he wanted. My eyes meet with Andy's while dad points his head right at me. "Just give up Andy." It's almost a plea, a cry of reason, because deep in my heart, I'm afraid that dad will only get worse and do something he can't take back if this keeps going.

Andy Manager:
"AAAAARRRRGGHHH.... LUUUUIIISSS...!!!!... FUUUCCKKK.... AANNGHH... YOOOUUU.... NOOOOOOO...."... my shouts fill the Arena, as soon you get your hand off my mouth... and breathing hard between the words... you slap my head like slapping a bitch, while you fuck her and thrust my ass deep and hard... then you grab my hair and pull my attention away from this side of the crowd to Maddy, whom I forced to watch now, how he looks over at Luis, then at me, then at Luis again... and his face is splitted between serious thoughts and pretty grinning... Eugene's meaty dagger shows no mercy... he could end me with this fuck within minutes... but he does it hard and slow... enlarging the pain to my ass... really delivering a brutal punishment and I'm sure, my ass would be stand open for minutes like a waste pipe... as soon, as he pulls out again...

Eugene Scott:
I ride you like a bitch Andy, then with one final thrust up deep into your rectum, I let out a big long deep moan that echoes out with the crowd roaring up as they know what just happened. I.... CUM. Thick hot load starts to flow out of my 9 incher rammed inside of you, spurting hard enough to push past your prostate and into your guts. It quickly starts to fill you up, slathering its way up and through your tight ass as my bull nuts pump and pump my salty cream into you, me unloading like a dam just broke open. The Ref is there, is there looking at me in my moment of pure ecstasy, and as much as I'm enjoying this deep fucking of your ass Andy, the real prize here is you and everyone else knowing how much this is a punishment for your disrespect of my son and me. Pull back on your head still holding your hair and thrust a couple more times as I lean forward drunk on adrenaline. "Give the fuck up Andy... Or I'll fuck you again." That tone of my voice I reckon is borderline homicidal.

Madison Jones:
Andy you idiot... He might really hurt you. I see the look in dad's eyes, I've seen it before, then that moan... Oh fuck I can't watch this as he cums inside of you. You can see me close my eyes, face scrunching up as he does it, and shaking my head. This is going too far. A moment later I hear him tell you that he is going to fuck you again and I freeze up because we both know what move he is going to do if he does. I just stand there now, eyes opening as I hope this ends soon.

Andy Manager:
Eugene rides me like a bitch and I'm drooling down, as he does it... my mouth hanging down... I moan and whimper.... your meaty thick plowing my ass, as I feel your body shiver and spasm and with some mighty blast your cock unloads in my ass, filling my chute with a large portion of dad's cream... your dick slurping and smacking my ass... all kept by the cameras and shown to those thousands of people, which scream and enjoy.... I'm fucking stunned from that powerful fuck... laying slumped on mat, as you command me to give up... the referee near to my face, listening, what I say... but at the moment... I'm so fucking stunned... no clear words coming out of my mouth... all people feel, I want to say something... I want to submit... but my eyes move between Maddy and that guy in the second row to and fro... as the ref shakes his head... "I can't hear anything...."... people erupt in shouts and cheers... this match is obviously over... but Andy not able to save his life...

Eugene Scott:
I pull out of you now, an arc of cum spurting out from my dick onto your back. Doped up on some much adrenaline, I swear I can feel my balls churning another load already. "Alright you fucker. Wanna use my finisher on my son? Best I teach you how it's done proper Andy." Hand grabs your hair and pulls you up to your knees. Sad fact is, a person my age needs a couple minutes before we can build up another load, which means... I get to torture you a little more. Hand slides down between your thighs, my cum dripping off your balls while I take hold of them. Right hand on your shoulder, I go and LIFT you up now, turn you over, and SLAM your back over my extended knee.

With your German cock sticking straight up, my hand comes to cover your mouth to prevent you from screaming in submission again. Hand coils around your cock and starts to jerk, more on the hard side, not gentle like as I've done in the past. I stroke the shit out of your cock aiming to make you cum in front this sold out crowd and whoever else is watching. "Come on German, shoot that fucking load.” Look you in the eyes while I keep this up, every bit of my rage showing.

Madison Jones:
The milking backbreaker... oh fuck. He is buying time to build up another load. Fuck, if I wasn't so concerned about Andy, I could be taking some real good notes here. Dad is fucking BEAST in the ring, and I might never be able to match up to that. Watching Andy get milked like this, my cock is starting to harden back up. Oh fuck... hand comes down stroke it a little while I watch this, me thankful the act would be hidden from your point of view Andy by the apron of the ring.

Andy Manager:
As the German Democratic Republic came to an end and before Germany got reunited, a soviet politician spoke that famous sentence: "Those who are late are punished by life."... And these words come true, as I missed that short moment to submit right in time... and before I've catched my breath again... I'm slammed brutally over Eugene's knee with a fucking painful backbreaker, that knocks the wind out of my body again... I rip my mouth open to scream and beg for mercy and submission, as Eugene shuts my mouth with his palm... milking my raging dick roughly... pulling the skin down to the base and back again.. my legs flail and kick, overpowered by those feelings... and with that hard and expertly way to milk my already aroused cock... it needs just a few minutes, as I blow some thick lines of German cum all over your hand, my abs and thighs... monitors showing a close zoom of those puddles of cream and my painfully twisted and gagged face...

Eugene Scott:
My strokes are long and hard on your cock, thumb pressing to your piss slit, feel your member pumping as I hold back the flow, then finally make you erupt like a Volcano.

Keep up the stroking as I look in your eyes, you so clearly desiring the means to give up. I deny it, hand over your mouth, I stroke your cock more and more, past the point of pleasure to over stimulation, your body jerking on my knee almost like a child trying to escape a spanking. Finally let go of your cock with as I'm starting to calm down, but we both know I promised you another fucking before this match ends, so I start to shift you to your knees with me coming behind you. Hand finally comes off your mouth so I can apply the Nelson, my cock coming to your ass while we are on our knees. Your glimmering chest cover with sweat and semen, I don't bother to ask for a submission, my cock just slides into you again inch by inch, full 9 again letting you feel it. "This is how you do it Andy." I whisper in your ear almost like a tender lover.

Madison Jones:
Watching Andy erupt like that, fuck... some precum spurts out of my cock and hits the apron. I want to hold back though, we still have stakes, and while the idea of getting Dad's sloppy second isn't the most appealing, fuck... Well I love to fuck in the ring. He shifts Andy to his knees, there it is, the move that made him famous. The Full Sex Nelson. I tense up seeing it... but my hand is still on my cock... and of fuck... I start to stroke again.

Andy Manager:
After my big cumshot Eugene strokes my cock still for a long time and I moan in pain... I'm so drained and exhausted now from my orgasm and that painful overstimulation... I can't say anything again... just struggling to breathe and pant... as Eugene shifts me easily in the kneeling Full Sex Nelson... his thick 9 incher going easily in my half standing open waste pipe like ass... and to all my moans, Eugene starts to fuck me again... my arms bent up like dead tree trunks... sweat running down my skin and my cum dripping down my cock and, as you humiliate me over and over.... "Euuugeenne... aaannnghhh.... pleeaasseee... nooooooo... aaaannnghhh... I give..... please... let go...."... the referee smiles... Eugene takes the second win against the German and with this he wins the elimination match... the ref shows this to the people and they erupt in shouts and applaud... but the ref doesn't stop Eugene from finishing the move, he just started... I'm shocked...

I've lost the fight badly... with a short happiness of getting a submission from Madison... but now it is over... Team Germany... or lets say... Andy as the one and only wrestler of Tag Team Germany defeated and bred... hanging slumped in the kneeling Full Sex Nelson... as that big 9 incher thrusts in his open hole... over and over...

Eugene Scott:
Hanging in my arms, I thrust and thrust into you, soon starting to lose myself to the action. Oh FUCK do I love this move. My member is so hard and full again thrusting over and over, ready to seed you again like a spring garden. You're talking, but I ain't hearing, I fuck you again Andy, giving you a good hard lesson of how my finisher is done.

Madison Jones:
The ref calls it, the bell rings, but Dad continues. Stroking my cock, I realize I have to do something to stop this. I slide into the ring with them match over, the Ref no longer caring, then fall to my knees in front of you two while he fucks you Andy. Hands come his forearms holding you like this, and I give a shake. "Dad, stop. It's over... let's just fuck him and be done...." I shake him again while he keeps thrusting and shift my face to see his eyes. "Come on... Wrestling is supposed to be fun, right?" It’s something he always told me. I plead with him, trying to bring out his better nature, the single most important quality of Madison Jones.

Andy Manager:
After my submission, the ref acts as he doesn't care what happens next... he makes the win of the American wrestlers Eugene and Madison official and then leaves the ring... his job is done... I'm shocked... my eyes move over to Luis, who sits there with wet and blurry eyes... yeah, thanks Luis, I say to myself... as Maddy tries to stop his dad from hurting me too much in the Full Sex Nelson... I can't do anything... all my limbs sore... my head spinning... my ass burning... covered with sweat over and over... not a man... just a worn down sex doll for the pleasure of Eugene and the entertainment of IPW fans...

Eugene Scott:
The boy comes up to me in the act of breeding you Andy and tries to talk me down. You should thank him, his eyes glossy like a puppy almost, memories coming to mind of him begging for me to rent him some video game or to watch his favorite movie with me. Melts my heart some. "Wrestling is supposed to be fun..." I whisper the phrase, something I told him often so long ago. I release your arms, but I don't pull out. Instead fist full of hair, I lower your head down on the boy's cock. "Come on son, It's about time we spit roasted together. What better way for us to bond, am I right?" Rage subsiding, I actually crack a smile again as I look him in the eyes, me ready to share some spoils with my son in front of this crowd.

Madison Jones:
While I hate that this comes at your expense Andy, dad and I connect and share a moment. He starts to lower your head towards my cock, and I take your head gently in my hands, then slide your mouth over my cock. Dad talks about spit roasting and bonding, and my cock is so hard and needs release, I just nod knowing things will be okay now. "Come on Andy..." I pat your head... then the Spit Roasting begins.

Andy Manager:
Since the ref left the ring, I'm at the hands and mercy of Eugene and Madison... As Maddy talks to his dad and pleads with him to spare more pain for me, I'm so thankful for that as I look at Maddy like a truthful and obedient dog to his master. ... Eugene finally listens to his son and invites him to enjoy and spit roast that huge piece of German meat... as he grabs my hair and bends my head down on Maddy's cock... well... Maddy has a nice cock and I felt it already sometimes... but with Eugene thrusting my ass and Maddy starting to face fuck me... I'm feeling really uncomfortable and sandwiched... unable to enjoy this... but that's probably not the intention of them...

Eugene Scott:
"This is supposed to be fun..." I say under my breath as I ease up on the fucking now. Might have already injured Andy some on the inside. I ain't far from a second load coming loose, and see the boy there being all gentle with the fallen. He's too soft if you ask me... but a gentle touch has its place too, reminds me of Emma. I look at Madison in his eyes. "Flex boy. Flex for the crowd." Stern demand while we continue our mutual bonding over dominating Andy here sexually.

Madison Jones:
"Oh fuck..." Andy's mouth comes over my cock, and I start to bob it. Hand strokes his hair, other hand pats his back reassuringly. I do my best to comfort him in this position we have him in. Dad then speaks at me, looking me in the eyes, and tells me... orders almost, to Flex. I pat your head Andy and then do as I'm told, the weight of his authority causing me to fall in line. I FLEX my guns while you suck me off.

Andy Manager:
Sandwiched between this dad and his son... I'm feeling a bit like part of that family... honored bonding them together, well, even when used and abused as their common sex toy... Maddy's cock seems bigger than I've remembered and I have to struggle hard to take and suck it, while his cockhead touches my throat and I'm feeling more and more uncomfortable, as tears run down my cheeks... Maddy is trying to make me feel good, as he pats my head and back... thank you, Maddy... thank you... and then Eugene asks his son to flex for the people... and doing this, Madison gets a lot of applause... phones flashes and keep those three of us on their devices... Eugene is a great and understanding father, who makes his son feeling great now, despite he lost one round in that big elimination match...

Eugene Scott:
Smile crossing my face as I come up to my edge again, hold my hand towards my son over Andy's back. "Tag son. Let's switch places. He needs to clean me now." Hold out my hand for the tag so our double move can continue. Once I'm on the other side, I quickly thrust my cock into Andy's mouth sparing him a couple inches this time as I'm done being mean for the day. Make him bob a couple more times while Madison gets into position for us to finish here with a grand explosion.

Madison Jones:
Flexing like I'm told, I hear dad offer a tag so we can switch positions. I can't help but to smile at the proposal, the tension having drained away, this is actually feeling like fun again. I make the tag and we both pull out of Andy, switch position, and insert my cock into Andy's loose ass now with a long moan. "Oh fuck... feels so good." Hands take your hips Andy as I start to thrust then remember Dad told me to Flex. Arms come up again and I do, I flex while fucking you, me right about to shoot my load hard.

Andy Manager:
Eugene proves that he is an experienced and hardboiled veteran, knowing how to take wrestlers down and give them some nice humiliation, as you tag with your son, letting this suppose to be fun and swap places... but doing this... you shove your thick meaty and juicy dick down my mouth and throat... "UUMMPPHHFFFF...!!!"... pressing tears off my eyes... and I'm forced to lick that smeared cock with my ass scent on it in my mouth... I'm feeling humiliated and sick... as you enjoy your dominance, maybe making it a bit more rough for me, cause your son does it so softly... Madison fully happy with his new position enjoys to shove his dick in my worn out ass... but it feels still sore and painful, as he fucks me... and then he flexes again for the cams... soaking up the cheers of the people and the confirming smile of his dad...

Eugene Scott:
Hand comes down to your head Andy, stroke of my hand along your face no longer filled with the malice I had minutes ago. I don't say anything, men don't apologize for their actions like that, and you know you really pissed me off. Still, I plan to make this up to you later at some point. "Come on Andy, clean me up good." You sucking cock, me thrust a little more, I then erupt with a second load hitting the back of your throat, me holding your head there forcing you to swallow it... big long moan as it happens to the delight of the crowd.

Madison Jones:
Seeing Dad rear back his head, his sweaty chest lifting and falling, oh fuck... this isn't weird I find it so hot, is it? Oh fuck... thrusting into your canal slick with dad's cum from earlier Andy, I get so close and then as dad start to moan, I too join the chorus as I start to load inside of you with one final thrust. I pump... and pump... and pump... 3.. 4.. 5... 6...... LONG MOAN.... 7......... OH FUCK...... 8........... Breathing heavy....... 9 total shots into you, flooding out, two generations of Jones Family semen filling you up on both ends, leaking out the sides.

One final act of compassion from me as I reach under you and take hold of your German cock. I'm gentle, but firm with my grip, and so I start to stroke you seeing if I can get one more load of pleasure out of you before we pull out.

Andy Manager:
This elimination match reaches his climax as both local IPW champs are close to fill that unfortunate German challenger with their loads... first Eugene shoots another big load deep in my throat and his hand strokes my Adam's apple, forcing me to swallow that load down... and it needs just a few moments, until Madison unloads in my ass, shooting several big lines of cum in my ass... and then his hand come under my body and milk me again... like he tried it earlier in our fight... I'm fucking laid out and milking me expertly... my thick cock hanging down between my thighs... I'm fucking close to build another load and... "AAAAANNGH... NOOOOOOO... MAAAAANNN...."... and while people laugh, cheer and applaud... Maddy milks me again and I shoot a second load... less cum than with the first orgasm... but pretty enough....

Madison Jones:
With Andy shooting that second German load, I finally relax as this match reaches its close. My gaze shifts over to the crowd where that boy Luis was sitting, mind wondering what was going on with that. Chest practically heaving from all this exertion, stress, and passion, I let out a deep sigh of relief as I start to slump forward while pulling out of Andy. "Fuck I'm exhausted...." I look up to my dad while he finishes up unloading. "Let's take him to the hot tub and relax. Sound good Andy?" I start to lift you up arm over my shoulder.

Eugene Scott:
The boy has the kindness to give you some more pleasure Andy with that hand job. As you swallow my load and I finish up. The boy suggests taking you to the hot tub. Normally somebody disrespects me like you did, I leave them laying in the ring a filthy mess. The boy wants kindness though, so today I join him with that. Help up with your other arm over my shoulder, and we start to take you out of the ring ready to relax for a bit as our match draws to its end.

Andy Manager:
The match is over and stakes are done... Eugene and Madison pull out, their often complicated relationship rebounded with that common match against that tough, but finally overwhelmed German challenger... After the fight is done, Maddy comes back to the friendship between us and suggests getting together in the hot tub... my body would enjoy that over and over now... it's a mercy, I've never expected for now... but Eugene agrees and to the cheers of the thousands fans they help me up and bring my beaten and exhausted body along the aisle to the locker room and hot tub... more carried than walking on my feet I get a short view of Luis, who cries like a little child... Well, I hold no grudges... he had his reasons... for now, I'm looking forward to getting some relief in the hot tub...

Published: 2022-06-01, viewed 176 times.