International Pro Wrestling

Previously: Part 1

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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. - Jay Jones - Age: 28, 6'0", 200 lbs, 7" Cut Cock

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Previously Madison and Jay agreed to a erotic Ironman match at International Pro Wrestling, a match type that takes place over 30 minutes represented by 50 rounds. During this time, they are trying to earn as many points as possible in order to win. While the match has been going on though, their frustration for each other continues to rise, both in and outside the ring. WIth the pressure of the clock weighing down on them, things are only going to get more ugly as they press towards a conclusion.

Madison Jones:
I'm so focused on trying to feed you my cock, I overlook the reversal to the schoolboy that I've specifically trained to counter, and as a result you pull me back to the canvas, head hitting lightly against the mat as my eyes wince in pain. "Fuck..." Your legs over my shoulders, I'm already thinking of a kick out as I aim to bring my knees to my chest. That's when you surprise me again and spread my legs, my cock wide open being recorded for the crowd as they cheer. Oh fuck this is humiliating. Eyes scrunched up with pain, and let out a loud grunt, the Ref drops to the canvas next to me checking my shoulders. "One!" He slaps the canvas. Oh fuck, you stretching my boys, this hurts, but I don't want to be counted out. I start struggling under you trying to get a shoulder while the pain in my stretched groin builds.

Jay Jones:
Well, Madison, we have had each other in some interesting positions during the three matches that we have had but from my point of view I think this is one of the best for both chances of scoring and humiliation. If I can hold you long enough, I could get a fall by pin, submission or emission. You kick out of the first pin attempt so let’s try to go for an emission next to see if you lose your load. If I fail, I can maybe stretch your groin so wide you are bound to submit. I lower my mouth on your cock and first use my lips to push back your foreskin. Quite a cheer erupts from the crowd as I start to suck your tool and you know how much I love your cock, Madison. The referee is now busy watching to see if you cum or want to submit.

Madison Jones:
With the pin just barely stopped, I weigh the options here as I'm stuck and fully displayed on this move. I struggle some more with the crowd watching hoping to get my arms free since you have my legs split open. We make eye contact again, and for a moment you see it, that look that says... you got me. Another thrust of my hips indicates I plan to fight you every step though, and that is when you take in my cock. My skin pulled back, sensitive head being stimulated, I start to squirm and struggle rapidly as the crowd cheers. "Oh... fuck..." You can taste the precum, I'm already close, the combination of humiliation, pain, and stimulation... I bite my lip to hold out a little longer as I come to the edge.

Jay Jones:
I know I have you and I am so pleased that the referee has decided not to count the pin. As I suck your cock, I just have to keep diverting my eyes towards yours and your face, I even giving you the odd wink to say I got you Maddy. Having your amazing cock in my mouth and tasting your thick, stick and sweat pre-cum has my own cock leaking like crazy. I feel your balls churn. And now I cannot wait to taste your juices and see how much I can extract, hoping I can leave you feeling as weak as you left me because after this pleasure, I intend to give you some real pain.

Madison Jones:
So much pleasure is flooding me now, I'm moaning out loud as the Ref and the crowd watches, clear signs of the incoming orgasm coming. My back arches, as I manage to get an arm out from under your leg, me trying to pull myself away. "Oh fuck..." another moan of pleasure as it happens, I start to cum. Thick ropes start pumping out as I breathe heavily, the pleasure flooding my mind as the pain from the hits I've endured disappear if only for a moment. Eyes look to your as it is happening, looking for a sign of gentle compassion, the man I've had sex with twice with now... concern growing in me that in this weakened state... you may be able to wrack up many points. "Fuck..." hand strokes your head as the clock counts...

Jay Jones:
The arena erupts with cheers as you explode in my mouth. I look up at your face, grinning as I think how quickly I was able to make you explode. I eagerly swallow every drop of your cum, sucking and sucking until I am sure that you have nothing left. I open my mouth and show the referee who indicates that the score is now 1-1. I look at you “YESSS” and you submissively stroke my head while looking concerned. As I get up, I push down on your knees not to hurt you too badly but to let you know how much pain I could have caused you. I lean in and kiss you, letting you taste your own cum. I then stand up and offer you my hand. If you take it, I plane on whipping you into the corner so that your right arm hits the turnbuckle first.

Madison Jones:
Breathing heavy, some moaning as you suck the cum out of my like a vacuum, I must look like a submissive bitch to the crowd while the hormones flood through my body and mind. The weakening effects of the orgasm are clear from the start, me making no resistance to share a kiss with you. You come to standing, my knees coming back together as soon as I can with my boots on the canvas. When you reach out your hand, I almost take it, but then in the mental haze I realize the entire match you have been delving in deception, tricking me left and right, and even trying to use my own deceptive Blowjob Spinebuster against me... I roll away from you on my side, me getting to my knees shaking my head. "Tired of your tricks..." Use my hands to push me up to standing, hands coming up defensive. My reflexes are slowed, but for now I get ready to counter you if you try and grab me...

Jay Jones:
You refuse to take my hand and roll away from me, getting to your knees and shaking your head. I get the impression that your mood has gone dark as you get to your feet and raise your hands up in a defensive stance. I have to assume that you are going to be slow and much weaker for a while at least. I move towards you with no plans, you lock up and as your hands are raised, I dive down low trying to wrap my arms around your thighs, lift you off your feet and carry you towards the corner so that I can slam your back against it hard.

Madison Jones:
Dark mood? No, I just realize this is still a match and we still have about 12 minutes on the clock still, me at a major disadvantage right now as the post orgasm fatigue is hitting me. It is for that reason that when you start a grapple with me, even with me ready to counter, I'm simply too slow to stop it. You lift me up, but you don't get it for free, as the whole distance you carry me I and throw elbow after elbow into the side of your head trying to get you to drop me. If you do, I fall to my back, knees coming to your gut, and try to kick you over me the rest of the distance into the buckle.

Jay Jones:
As I carry you to the ropes you start to deliver elbow after elbow to my head to my head. My head soon starts throbbing and then you deliver one to many, I have to drop you and bring my hands up to my head, but before I can even give my head a rub your boots kick me over you and my head smacks into the middle turnbuckle as I land on my knees, moaning. My hands come back up to my head and I instinctively drop down and roll out of the ring needing a few seconds rest bite.

Madison Jones:
I'm on my back from the kick, head leaning back to see how you react. I'm starting to bring my knees to my chest to kip-up, but then I see you roll out of the ring. Legs fall flat again as I lay there basically naked, chest heaving, cock standing tall, body glistening with sweat. As the ref starts up his count on you, I wait till the count of two before rolling over on my front and pulling myself to my hands and knees.

I then pull myself to standing moving back to the center of the ring, not minding another round to rest up and let the orgasm fully pass. Meanwhile the Ref is counting... 1... 2... 3...

Jay Jones:
I sit on the floor outside the ring shaking my head and trying to regain my thoughts as I was well on top and I need to stay there for the remainder of this match. I hear the referee counting; he is now up to …5…. I jump up and roll back under the bottom rope, seeing you up on your feet. One way or another I need to get the upper hand again and I rush you, jumping up I grab the top of your head as I place my knees under your chin and try to drop back with my new version of a stunner that John has been trying to teach me.

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Madison Jones:
Coming back into the ring, I'm watching you, breathing heavily, but recovering. it's going to take another devastating hit on me before you I let you control me again, and to be fair, you are trying one now. When you get to your feet and start rushing, my defensive nature kicks back in, me standing my ground. I ready my arms to grab you in something like a bearhug as you come my way, the jump surprising me. Eyes going wide as you grab my head, my arms panic and come up catching you as you pull knees to my chin, putting us in a position almost like I'm carrying a bride. Your 200 lbs weight is a bit much for me to hold like this, so I do the thing you probably fear I would... I drop down to one knee and slam your back over it with a Pendulum Backbreaker. As I take back control, my hand comes under your chin, the other over your thighs, and PRESS down to give the full strain of the move to your back. "How's that feel Jay?" I growl looking you in the eyes.

Jay Jones:
I secure your head but as I bring my knees up you catch me turning me as if you are carrying a defeated opponent from the ring. I have seen you do it many times, you then slam me down over your outstretched knee. The pain in my back is terrible but I am also worried knowing my cock is so ready to shoot again that I could fall down again in ten or less strokes of your magic figures. Then as you push down on my chin and thighs, I realise you may not even need to make me cum again as the pain is so intense that I could submit with very little more pressure being applied. It is time to play dirty and you may not like it and may even make you mad at me, but my needs must be met. I take my right hand reaching around your ass and for the second time in this match but this time deliberately I ram my long middle finger right into your hole as hard and as far up as I can get it and at the same time, I wriggle like hell hoping the sweat will help me off your knee.

Madison Jones:
Holding you over my knee like this, I'm actually smiling again, the ref at our side asking if you give. I'm looking at your cock, thinking about milking you again but I think I'll save that easy point for a little later as submission is so close. That's when I feel your hand sneaking around my ass, immediately I know what you are planning. I start to growl as you invade, my cheeks tight together from me being on one knee. You push in... and I push down Harder on you. "Don't you fucking dare." It's too late, you press into my tight hole while I'm holding you here, a look of discomfort and even pain crossing my face as you start to wiggle on me. Working to keep you over my knee now, my right hand grabs your cock tight, squeezes it to make sure I have your full attention. "That's not nice Jay." My eyes are looking at yours with anger as I start to stroke your cock hard with a tight grip. "Pull out and I'll stroke you nicely. Either way, you're gonna fucking say it or spray it."

Jay Jones:
I feel your hole clench tight around my finger and when I see the change in your facial expression, I think I have a good chance of saving myself from a certain submission or emission which will end and leave me very little chance of getting two falls in the remaining 17 rounds. You on the other hand, grab my cock and squeeze it telling me that sticking my finger up your ass is not nice. Your eyes look full of anger and you start to stroke my cock. I GASP. You tell me to pull my finger out of your ass and you will stroke me nicely. I know you only have to push down on my chin to make me submit now and I remove my finger. I think of Damian watching you draw a second emission out of me and my eyes fill up with tears. My toes curl up in my boots as I feel my balls churn. In a last ditch attempt to save myself I clench my fist and twist my body towards yours and fire my fist towards your chin in the hope that it may just reach you before my balls empty again.

Madison Jones:
Feeling your finger pulling out, I keep my word and ease up on the squeezing, my fingers loosening as I continue to stroke you. "That's it... just enjoy it." I stroke and stroke, long slow ones speeding up, finger lingering over your v spot. I see you close your eyes, maybe imaging something, feel your balls starting to pulse... you are so close. I start to say something when you then slug me in the chin! Surprised by it, I struggle to keep us up while you turn towards me, toppling us over a second later. My hand still gripping your shaft, I give a couple more strokes trying to secure the point by pushing you over the edge.

Jay Jones:
I feel my fist land on your chin but I am not sure how hard it was but a second later we topple over. I am so very near to shooting and you manage to keep holding my cock, giving it another couple of strokes. FUCK I grab your hand and pull it off my cock, use both my booted feet to push you away from me and roll towards the ropes. I go into self-preservation mode laying on my back near the edge of the ring. I grab my cock and bite my lip as I desperately try to stop my orgasm in its tracks. The crowd cheering my brave escape from near certain defeat.

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The referee watches to see if I cum as I guess he would award you the fall but I feel my urge to orgasm slowly calm down and I slowly pull myself up with the aid of the ropes noticing my wobbly legs again. Turn towards you still with glassy eyes.

Madison Jones:
Kicked away, I roll with a new sensation building in me. As I get to my hands and knees looking your way trying to calm yourself, my eyes focus on you with a huge grin, a look rarely seen on the face of Madison Jones. It's the look of... the hunt. Oh yes Jay, you are like a wounded animal trying to get away and this excites, my cock rock hard again. Rising up and coming your way, glassy eyes looking at me as I get there, both hands grab your head as I knee you in the gut Hard. You've taken some good hits there, and I'm aiming to stun, because next I try to thread you through the rope to immobilize you, arms over the top while pulling back on the chin if I can.

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Jay Jones:
As I get to my feet, I realise how vulnerable I am. You had me so near to an emission that I used almost all the strength that I have left to hold it back and yet I must still only be a couple of strokes away from an orgasm. I know time is ticking down and I see you heading towards me looking like you are on a mission with a big grin on your face. As you reach me you grab my hair with both your hands and bring your knee up into my now soft abs. I cough double over and grab my guts while you turn me and stick my head through the ropes and at the same time you trap my arms. I get that sinking feeling knowing how close I am to losing this next fall. I know you are behind me and I try to raise my right calf muscle up, hard and fast between your legs now not caring how badly I hurt you. I want to beat you today for John and Tua for revenge for fucking Damian in public and for myself.

Madison Jones:
Finally having you trapped and bound, that predatory look shifts into a smile, you running on empty means I'll be able to have my way with you for nearly 10 minutes! All I need to do is steal the last of your strength, force it out of you. Right hand slides around your abs making its way to your cock, Damian and Tua facing us to watch this display by mere chance. "Time to give it.... OMPH!" Your calf comes up with you low blow, hand coming off your chin as I almost buckle to my knees against you. "Wh... why...?" I ask, as I take hold of my crotch. I think I know what this is about... but I want you to say it.

Jay Jones:
I feel nothing but relief as my calf muscle connects with your boys and your hand instantly comes off my chin and you drop to your knees behind me. You shout out “Why? I duck my head back through the ropes and turn around giving you a knee to your head.

“Where do you want me to start Madison? I never felt like I really won that first match and then you and that farther of yours who has taken John away from me by the way, made us look like a couple of jobbers in the tag match and then you fucked my Fiancé in public, leaving me to find out about it later. Then to top it all you went over the top when you wrestled my little bro. And then if John and your dad end up a couple then we will be like stepbrothers and I am not going to allow you to be the alpha. Is that enough?”

I grab you up by your right arm and whip you into the corner making sure your left arm takes the full force of the posting.

Madison Jones:
I listen to your ramble as I'm getting myself to my knees. There is a bit of history here for sure, and it's something I would have rather sorted out over a drink than in a ring, but the clock is ticking and this is a show. Whipped into the corner my left arm takes the impact while I get my right up over the ropes. Eyes locked with yours, I start to respond.

"That's selfish Jay! John's a person, not an object! I was afraid you would break my neck in our match!" My voice gets deeper, "...and Damian agreed to the stakes." I start to pull away from the corner, "I don't buy into this Alpha bullshit, that's your insecurity not mine." Thinking I probably hit a nerve, I get then ready to throw you in the steel post if you come charging at me.

Jay Jones:
I watch your left arm hit the turnbuckle, you do a good job of hiding the impact leaving me to assume that if hurt. I listen as you start to respond to my outburst and even start to feel bad. Sure, I want John to be happy and I have never seen him so happy since he met Eugene and I guess I would be happy to have you as a sort of step brother and rival. I did not even mind you fucking Damian, it was during a match after all, it was the fact that I had to find out about it by reading the report on the match and that is down to Damian more than you, I hope I have not said too much to mess a friendship up. However, time in this match is running out and I want to beat you. I know you Madison Jones and I know you are ready for me to rush in so I move in slowly never taking my eyes off of you and then I grab that left arm and drag you out of the corner, I start to whip you towards the opposite corner and at the last second, I pull back on that arm and wrench it almost out of its socket.

Madison Jones:
The anger flowing through you is very real, the crowd can see it clear as day. As I point out some truths, it seems like it is getting through to you, but still your assault continues. Grabbing my left arm, I wince in obvious pain, that shoulder softened up nicely already... then you almost dislocate it as I cry out in pain loud enough that the crowd quiets. I know what you are gearing up for... I know you too. Deep breath through pain stricken eyes, "..I stepped up against Takeda... would have broke him." I growl, "Would have to Justin too... if I wasn't trying to contain his demon... not aggravate it." I bring my right hand up and let you see the mark, a subtle scar one might not notice unless they were close, a scar as though my hand had been split down the center. "Justin..." I let you look at it trying one more appeal... "Wrestling is suppose to be fun..." With your eyes on it, if you start to apply a grapple like a certain move you've recently adopted... I go to rake your eyes.

Jay Jones:
When I wrench your shoulder, you are unable to hide the pain as you cry out so loud that the huge crowd goes quiet. You take in a deep breath and then you look at me with pain in your eyes, then tell me that you stepped up against Takeda. You go on to tell me that you would have done the same to Justin if it was not for his possession showing me the scar on your hand. You tell me that wrestling is supposed to be fun and I guess I know that. I have always loved wrestling you; you bring the best out of me in the ring, I even love losing to you after all I am on the jobber side of face. I look at your left arm and I still intend to use John’s Jim Breaks Special but I will do it as a professional and not in a temper. I pull you towards me, look into your eyes and genuinely say “SO SORRY MADDY” then kiss you softly and deeply. Pull out the kiss and like a flash I grab your left arm bend it at the elbow holding your wrist and shoulder I lift you off your feet

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It would kill me if I injured you and I beg you “SAY IT QUICKLY PLEASE”

Madison Jones:
Had you not been relying on kisses and acts of distraction the whole match, this kiss might have worked. Ever since I saw this move in action against Eugene, ever since John teased me in private about using it, I have been preparing for this moment because it scares me. I saw you use it in a match against William almost a month ago... I have watched Mr. Break's matches, and every time he does it, there is a weakness, he leaves one arm open for a counter. John Saint countered it when he won the championship from Breaks, and that's what made me aware of this weakness. The victim is so overwhelmed by their arm being bent, they don't have time to think about it, and even my dad fell into that trap. I however know what is coming, and like I said, I have an eye rake ready to counter.

As you start to bend my arm, pain painted on my face as you press my wrist to my armpit, my right hand already close to your face to show you that scar I mentioned, grips the side of your face as I scratch at it hard hoping to disrupt you right as you lift me up tell me to say it quickly. If this causes you to release me, wrapping that right arm around your head face to my shoulder, I try stunner you just like Austin 3:16 would.

Jay Jones:

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I lift you up hoping that you submit immediately then plan to put you down gently knowing the score will be 2-1 to me, I then plan on using your condition to get an emission and then maybe a pin to win the match convincingly. However, I should have known that you would have done your homework. As I lift you up, you immediately rake my face and eyes. I SCREAM and drop you, my hands coming up to my face as you wrap your right arm around my head and place my head on your shoulder before dropping me with a stunner. My jaw slams shut and a shockwave vibrates through my head as your move does exactly what it is designed to do and stuns me just like a right hook would do to a boxer. I have gone from almost obtaining what could have been the winning fall to laying on the canvas rubbing my sore eyes. I then make it to my feet, staggering around as your fans seem to have found their voices again. I come towards you putting my hands up knowing I have to fight on.

Madison Jones:
Right arm around your head, I drop to my ass bringing your head down over my shoulder as the stunner succeeds.

You fall away just as expected, stunned on your back, rubbing your eyes face up as the crowd cheers at my reversal... and yet it becomes clear I'm not in any real condition now to carry on. Falling to my back I hold my left arm, it nearly dislocated with another cry of pain as the shaking of my body jostled the joint causing even more pain. I go to painfully flip myself on my front reaching out my right arm aiming to land it on your chest for a pin attempt... and then start to get up. Fuuuuck..... Right palm against the canvas, I go to push myself up to my feet where again I am ready to go at it. I expect your movements to be slowed from the stunner, the pain of my left shoulder slowing me, but I manage to bring myself up against you chest to chest. Bringing the injured left arm behind you to hold your back, right comes across your chest gripping your shoulder, I imitate another legend attempting the move made famous by Dwayne Johnson, a Side Slam he calls The Rock Bottom.

Jay Jones:
I am still having trouble with my focus and my head is banging, but managing to realise you are also in trouble with the arm. You do manage to bring yourself up and put your chest against mine, slip your injured left arm behind my back while your right hand grips my shoulder. You lift me up off the canvas and slam me down on my back. Already stunned from your stunner. I Shout “FUCK NO” as my back slams onto the canvas I am now in big trouble and I can feel my heart sinking. I turn my head towards you and see you struggling, face down and I get a faint glimmer of hope. I slowly crawl towards you and mount your back ramming my cock between your cheeks but not entering you, I then grab your injured left arm and I slowly try to push it up your back while I take deep breaths of air.

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Madison Jones:
Thankful that you don't or reverse the move, the pain of my left arm showing the whole way, you yelling "FUCK NO", I drop you flat with the Side Slam. Upon impact I let out a cry of pain, a mere movement away from getting my arm on you for a pin.

You see an opportunity, power through the impact, to crawl on top of me grabbing the injured arm with your cock pressed against my cheeks. I groan as you apply the hammerlock, the act clearly causing immense pain. I slam my right fist in frustration, then look up, right into the eye of your cheering companions at ringside, Damian and Tua. I also see though... the bottom rope, the combination of stunner side slam having moved us closer to them since you applied the Break’s Special. Right arm CLAWS at the canvas, knees shift, you yourself stunned and taking in breath like you said. I Reach for the rope, Reach Hard for it. I try and grab the rope hoping force a break before you full lock me down... and maybe even fuck me like this given your desire to prove your "Alpha" status.

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Jay Jones:
Even after your stunner and side slam, my cock remains hard and feels great pushed between your cheeks. I am still too dazed to realise how close we are to the ropes and only realise that you have got the break when the referee instructs me to let you up. “FUCK” I first release your arm and then slip back off of your back, removing my cock and leaving a string of pre on your back. I sit on my ass holding my throbbing head, looking at your ass and having to hold my cock in an attempt to stop it twitching. I see you start to get up and I know I must try to push through my brain fog and try to ignore my bad headache. We circle slowly and then I try to take my chance and move in trying to grab your head in a side headlock. Thinking if I can pull off a bulldog, I will roll you onto your back and take a simple pin, maybe humiliate you by doing the pin that I know you hate.

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Madison Jones:
I'm slowly rising to my feet after you get off me, pulling myself up with my right arm on the ropes. I glance back at you and your leaky cock, the feeling of your precum on my back. You are fucking get off on hurting me this bad... or... you are getting off on me doing these moves to you. You start to circle me, but my momentum has slowed, just barely pushing away from the ropes before you get me in a side headlock. It's obvious what you intend to do... but less what I'm thinking. My head pressed against your sweaty chest face looking at your cock, it's fortunate for me you came up on my right side, so my good right hand slides around your waist, circles around, then coils around your hard pre-cumming cock. I drop to my knees, not letting you get the run you need for the bulldog, then I start to stroke you trying to get you to go over the edge or back the fuck off in the process. "Fuck you Jay. Fuck off."

Jay Jones:
I pull your face tight against my sweaty chest, getting ready to deliver what could be the last head shot of this match. I feel your right hand sliding around my waist, I then FREEZE as your hot sweaty hand curls around my cock my pre already supplying plenty of lube as you immediately start to stroke me. You drop to your knees. My mouth goes dry and my body shakes as my ball churn again. “OH FUCK NO” Everyone knows how near I am to giving you an emission and your fans start to cheer. I let go of your head and pull away falling back against the ropes panting and so close to shooting a load that I literally have to pinch my cock hard enough to cause pain. I just do not seem to be capable of putting you away and I get angry again, seeing you still on your knees. I move towards you as fast as I can manage and lift my knee towards your head hoping that it finishes off your offence for the remainder of the match.

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Madison Jones:
My arm had almost popped out of its socket… I countered the Break’s Special with an Eye Rake, followed with a Stunner, then a Side Slam. Crawling to the ropes with me in a grounded hammerlock, I manage to force a break. You about to bull dog me, I go to finish that hand job causing you to reel away even pitching your own cock to stop it. So yes, you have been unable to put me away, and I can see the frustration building in your face. Me though, I'm fucking exhausted.

Struggling to get off my knees, wincing as I instinctively try to use my left arm to push myself up, you come back my way with your knee strike. Both hands come up to block the hit, the impact making me cry out as the force knocking me on my back sprawled out, lights glimmering of my sweat dripping, chest heaving body. I spread those arms to act as an anchor, obvious agony on my face, and bring my boots to my chest... I try to kick you in the gut with all the force I normally use for a Kip-Up. If I do, I pull myself up to standing afterwards.

Jay Jones:
As I reach you with my knee up, both your hands come up and you block the direct strike to your head but the impact still knocks you to your back. You cry out and lay on your back your arms spread out while you look as sexy as fuck, dripping with sweat which is shining under the hot ring lights and I am damn sure the cameras are getting some great shots of you. I look down at you grinning I taunt you, “Looks like you are about done Madison.”

I approach you getting ready to schoolboy pin you when both your feet fire into my untensed abs so hard I am forced back against the ropes, rebound back towards you and drop to my knees clutching my guts coughing and gagging while I am desperately trying to take back in some air. The crowd is making a lot of noise now and I cannot even remember how long we have left.

Madison Jones:
Laid on my back, I am indeed a sexy beast, many cameras flashing and taking pictures of me as I seem done for.

I kick you away from me like I said, you rebounding and dropping to your knees clutching your broken bricks, all while I'm getting up. With my arm this damaged, I can't do many of the moves I normally would, and yet the instinct is there to try. That's a problem with training, your body is on auto-pilot from doing something over and over again. I reach out grab your head, my cock rock fucking hard as usual, slip around you, start to lock in my compromise to the Full Nelson, a Crucifix variant. Slide my arms up under yours, not clasping behind your neck, but keeping them spread out. I keep my head alongside yours to protect from headbutts, something that was very useful against Tua. I then fall backwards dragging you with me, grunting from my left arm restraining you, it clearly weakened, but you might notice more the feeling of my cock starting to invade your ass pressed at the door. Head alongside yours I whisper... "So sorry Jay. Say it quick.... please."

Jay Jones:
I know I am in big trouble as I can hardly move and cannot even fill my lungs with air. I feel your hand grab my head as you slip around me and lock on a type of crucifix stretching my arms out and putting a lot of pressure on my shoulders. I start to MOAN and think about using my head to butt you but before I can I feel your face is tight up against mine. You then fall backwards, dragging me down on top of you. I freeze, feeling you rock hard cock between my cheeks, your cock-head pushing against my hole. “NO FUCK” this cannot be happening. The pain in my shoulders is just about unbearable. You whisper in my ear telling me that you are sorry and ask me to submit quickly. Sweat is streaming from my forehead and tears start rolling down my cheeks as I think the realisation hits me that I am going to lose my second public match against you in this famous ring. I can see the referee in front of me. I manage to mumble “FUCK OFF MADISON”

Madison Jones:
It seems I have you, trapped in my grasp, everyone watches, and yet you stubbornly refuse to give up. You tell me to fuck off, "Oh no Jay... The fucking comes later." I say with a THRUST into your backside, only by a small miracle do I not penetrate you... but you sure know I could have. All the while you might feel my left is weak, can barely hold you, me trembling through it because of pain. "If you won't give up... then I'll force it out of you." Left hand releases your arm, comes down to your cock, and takes hold of it. I grip it hard, a groan in your ear as the tension in my arm and hand builds. I start to stroke you, ready to win my second all even in the humiliating hold I have you in.

Jay Jones:
In response to my reply, you thrust into me and for a split second my heart misses a beat thinking that you are going to fully penetrate me when I have promised not to do that to you or at least not in a full nelson… and this is near as ‘damn is to swearing’ to a full nelson. Somehow you do not enter me and if I was not in so much pain, I would have breathed a sigh of relief. I swear I can feel your left hand getting weaker, giving me hope that I will be able to avoid submitting to you. However, your left hand releases my left shoulder and immediately grabs me hard slick cock. I freeze your hand feels like magic as it grabs my cock. You have withstood all I have thrown at you and had an answer to everything. I close my eyes but I can see Damian’s face as my balls churn and I point my toes, my body starts to shake violently and I mumble obscenities. I then HOWLLLLLLLLLLL.

Madison Jones:
I've never seen you so determined before. So defiant. I've watched your matches, watched as people have literally had to break you or knocked you out. Pushing to such limits to make you scream in submission. You must really be upset with me to struggle this much, it's all that makes sense to me with my pain filled mind. Wrestling is suppose to be fun... and I've had to resort to a move where violation of my opponent is the clear next outcome. I don't want to be hate fucked by you if you win... and I don't want to shatter your pride if I win. I don't want to be your or anybody else's "alpha", I want to be your friend.

My mind is so conflicted on the issue, I stop stroking you, the crowd cheering for it, chanting even. I just hold your cock with my lips next to your ear. "You win..." I release your cock, shift my hands obvious pain and shutter on me as I reposition the left. "I won't be that monster..." I shift into a Rear Naked Choke and start trying to put you out, feel that a KO is more dignified than forcing you to cum like this, forcing you scream, or getting raped by me like this. I try to choke you out best I can while fighting through the pain of my weakened, burning, left arm.

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Jay Jones:
I am just about to suffer a humiliating defeat by you forcing a second orgasm from me in front of my little bro and my boyfriend, not to mention a full arena with John and Eugene either watching live or later or even on CCTV in the security office like I found out they did during our private match. When you release my cock just before the point of no return, my mind is scrambled and at first, I think you are being cruel and making me suffer longer than necessary. I then hear you whisper in my ear that I win and I at first am confused and then you say that you will not be the monster. You then reposition to a rear naked choke and the penny finally drops. The match has been hard and we have both had our chances but you have prevailed.

There must be a winner but you do not want to humiliate me. Jesus I am happy that John found Eugene and I have maybe found a step brother who loves wrestling like I do. I have been a bit of a bitch towards you and yet you are prepared to take what with two rounds to go will be the winning fall. By putting me to sleep in a reasonably painless and honourable rear naked choke sleeper. I am lucky to have a guy like you in my life and I hope that we now can be real rivals in the ring and almost family outside of it, John and Eugene found a way and so can we. Even though I hate going to sleep, I decide to put on a good show for you and excite the crowd by clawing at your arms and thrashing around while I let you do the rest so we can give the fans the show that they have paid to see.

Madison Jones:
The rear naked locked in, I pull tight with my left arm curled around your neck, your hands coming up to claw at my arm while struggling, your hard cock swinging around. The crowd is loving it, that Commentators talking about how we are at the end. The Face one brings up a good point though... Even if I KO you, I need to pin as a KO isn't a valid score in this match. You might hear him say that too. Regardless, I end up flipping us onto your front, my ass clear up in the air as I wait for you to go out or near enough I don't perceive movement. Only then do I let go, flip you again straddling your chest, hold your arms down. Ref slides down starting his count as I prepare to catch your legs if you try to reverse it like last time. "1..."

Jay Jones:
As you tighten your RNC, I struggle as I panic, I feel my cock swinging around and straying pre around my arms clawing at your biceps. My head feels fuzzy and all I can hear is a buzzing noise. Just before my vision goes blurry, I catch a glimpse of Damin covering his eyes. You then flip us over, drool runs from my mouth and pools on the canvas under my face as my eyes roll back and everything goes black. I then open my eyes looking up at your smiling handsome face. I realise I am being pinned and a wrestler’s instinct to survive kicks in as I try to lift my weary legs and try to push up against your weakened left arm, I hear the referee slap the canvas and shout “2!”.

Madison Jones:
Expecting you to try and kick out or even reverse the hold, I'm ready like I said, Your legs come up, the look of agony spreading over my face as I hook both of them, my left arm in particular of course causing discomfort. If it wasn't being basically blacked out, you may have even succeeded in flipping the pin. Instead I hold you there, the new position causing my hips to slide forward towards your chest, a school boy pin and more humiliating than I intended.

My cock is in your face only for a moment as the Ref finishes his count, "3!" The crowd cheers as I release your legs and basically fall over to your side, left arm draped over your chest. There is still time on the clock, but I have no intention of doing anymore wrestling. Instead I press my lips to your, my hands feeling your chest, thinking this is over.

Jay Jones:
Before I can even try to hook my legs under your pits, you grab them, your hips slide forward and your slick wet with pre and sweat cock lands on my face as the referee slaps the canvas and confirms the pin. My heart sinks as your fans stand and cheer. You fall to my side, your left arm draped over my chest and you lean in and press your lips to mine and I kiss you back somewhat submissively. It is obvious that you do not want to carry on until the bell. I do not think Eugene will be happy with you as John always tells me to fight until the end. I grab your injured left arm tightly with both hands, struggle up to my feet and step over you, turn and fall back with a cross armbar.

I do not want to cause you too much pain so I hold your left arm in place with my right hand and my left quickly pushes back your foreskin and starts to stroke you. I push down on your left arm slightly and look at your stunned face and I repeat what you said to me earlier “Say it or spray it Madison.” I stroke your cock while my thumb circles your slit. I watch your handsome but shocked face for a sign that you may shoot because If that clock ticks down too far I will have to pull back on that arm and hope that you give quickly.

Madison Jones:
Just when I think I had this sealed, you basically knocked out, you grab hold of my arm. I got ahead of myself, careless, and I hate myself for it. There isn't the luxury of self reflection at this moment now, because with the armbar locked on, I'm in complete agony. I plant my legs, thrust up, cry out in pain, a holler so loud it deafens the crowd. Head turns towards you, literal tears in my eyes, the pain so bad that even with you stroking me, orgasm seems unlikely. I don't want to give up... not when I have the lead... worked so hard for it. ...but you have me in a Milking Armbar, a move I use a lot.

The Cross Arm... one of my usual moves, and grounded in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. My first match with John was very similar to this situation, it ended with him holding me very much like this, stroking my cock while holding my arm... of course my arm wasn't so heavily worked then. I still remember what I did then to hold out. I roll forward painfully in your grip, your legs being forced to lift up on my good arm relieving some of the tension on the shoulder joint... but with much of weight painfully resting on the shoulder now. I struggle with my forearm pressed against your hard cock, rubbing it some in the process. I can see the clock timer ticking down, just under a minute now... If I can just hold out until the time ticks down. Oh fuck.... I'm close to cumming too.

Jay Jones:
I can see the tears in your eyes and when you scream so loudly that you drown out the crowd, I feel like releasing the hold and letting the time run down but then I will lose for sure and get fucked by you with my Fiancé getting a front row view. I had not figured that you would be able to partially counter what I thought was a virtually perfect hold. You roll forwards and are able to relieve the pressure on the armbar, I realise that getting the submission is now going to be damn near impossible. You also manage to wriggle your arm against my own almost ready to explode cock which makes me gasp and come to the realisation that even from here, you could take another fall. I panic and try to stroke you harder looking at your face and then at the clock “FUCK we are well into the last minute I look back at you. “Cum for me Madison, I know you want to”. As I try to hold my own orgasm back.

Madison Jones:
I am fighting with everything I have, and while rolling towards you helps to prevent the agony of the armbar, that in turn lets me feel the pleasure of your stroking more and more. My options really were to tap to the armbar or emit to the hand job, one was going to happen, and now as I struggle and squirm, even biting my lip trying to cause more pain to stop it, it's simply not enough. Hip thrusting as I watch the seconds on the board counting, I cannot help but to let out a moan filled with pain and pleasure, "Oh fuck..." I start to cum in your grip, my second load shooting up clearly on the camera, splattering on my abs and chest in a beautiful arc of white under the lights.

Jay Jones:
I watch the clock ticking down and I do not think I have the time now to try to get your arm back into a perfect position to apply enough pressure to get an immediate submission, knowing how stubborn you can be, so I resolutely stroke your cock while I look into your eyes. Your cock as always feels amazing. I am not just battling you but also that damn clock. I twist my wrist as I stroke you. I think every person in the arena is on their feet, the screens are in split screen mode with the digital clock on one side and a close up of your cock and my hand on the other side. I watch you bite your lip and feel you squirm but then you thrust up your hip and I know that I have you. A split second later you shoot through my fingers and splatter your cum over your abs and chest.

The first thing I do is release your arm as I continue to milk you dry and try to make the last seconds of the match as enjoyable as I can for you. As your orgasm finally dies down, I carefully roll off of you. The fans are giving us such an ovation that the sound of the bell cannot be heard. I kneel next to you looking at you I rub your cum into your chest and then lean down and kiss you then ask you if you are ok and tell you “I am sorry if I overstepped the mark today Maddy, you are one of the best friends I could have and I do not want to ruin that”.

Published: 2022-06-25, viewed 98 times.