International Pro Wrestling

Previously: Part 1, Part 2

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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

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

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

The Author:
The clock timer has reached zero, and both Jay and Madison have managed to score two points against each other. With the match ending in a draw, a new twist develops in the struggle.

Madison Jones:
I'm laying there as you milk me, the buzzer going off as the timer hits Zero. There is a look of shame and disgust on my face because I couldn't fucking hold out for just a few seconds longer. You're rubbing it over me, like I do to people, it's fucking humiliating as I lay there with my chest heaving, completely exhausted, right hand coming up to feel my shoulder. You give me a kiss asking me if I'm okay, asking if you overstepped. The short answer is yes, you did; the long answer is... you had your own reasons, and that to some degree I deserved this. I deserve to be punished and hate fucked in front of a crowd for what I've done. "No, you didn't Jay..." I say it again like some new aged mantra I've adopted, "Wrestling is suppose to be fun... but you are so angry with me, it showed the whole match." Slam my right fist against the canvas and then push myself up leaning on that side. I don't bother to look at you, this isn't your choice, it's mine.

Looking to the Ref I say two words. "Mic, Now!" He simply nods and gets one for me, and so I speak to the crowd not happy with the outcome of a tie.

You are not logged in. - Mic Time

"This is bullshit. You, the Fans, you all deserve better! A tie? What is this, fucking England where they shake hand and say 'Jolly good game mate.' I don't fucking think so." I can't help but to throw some shade your way, this is International Pro Wrestling afterall. "It's clear Jay has a bone to pick with me, and I want this drama sorted the fuck out RIGHT NOW. IPW would have this end with a Tie, I say we go for Sudden Death. What do you say Jay?" I toss the mike your way while taking the moment to roll my left arm trying to help align it again.

Jay Jones:
You tell me I did not overstep the mark and then tell me again wrestling is supposed to be fun and that I was so angry with you that it showed the whole match. Your words hit home and I feel ashamed. I watch you as you slam your fist on the canvas and demand a mic from the referee. As soon as he gives it to you, I am shocked in both what you say and how you say it as I have never heard and seen you so angry. I am not sure if you intended to but you seem to mock my Country not that I am into all that shit as I love all nations but if it was designed to piss me off, well done Maddy it worked.

You tell the whole arena and by way of broadcast and media, the wrestling world that I have a bone to pick with you and that you want it sorted. You say you want to go to sudden death. I see an official talk to the referee and a couple of nods between them which indicates to me that IPW sanctions it. Finally, you ask me what I say and toss me the mic. I look down at you in shock. I feel like shit your sleeper has left me feeling light headed which is making it hard to think straight and to be honest I am fucked but you have pushed me into a corner and when pushed into a corner I fight my way out. I put the min to my mouth “It is your funeral Madison”. I hand the mic to the referee and head to my corner. The fans are going wild. I look at Damian and Tua seeing their shocked looking faces.

Madison Jones:
The mic is no longer in my hands, I look you in the eyes Jay, exhausted, hurt, cock dripping cum. "Come on. You're that upset with me right? Dad taking John away? Beating a pair of kids, two on one against me, both of them having cheated against my friend. Them having paraded that win around for a month? Fucking Damien in public when he more than ready to fuck me right back? Beat me. Teach me a lesson. Fuck the shit out of me." I bring up both hands, favoring my right forward ready to lock up stepping forward regardless if you are ready or not. If you don't lock up, I try to Irish whip you across the ring into the corner behind me using my right arm.

Jay Jones:
I am shocked and stunned not only because I have to wrestle another round with you when I am already fucked but because you seem so very mad at me right now and to be honest, I feel apprehensive. I do not want to cause and damage to that arm because I love you as a close friend and even if that was not the case, I have a match against Eugene coming up and I know what he will do to me if I do anything to you that would harm you not to mention what John would do to me if I messed up his relationship with Eugene. Fuck it, you want this so you got it but I am not going to touch that arm of yours, I do not need to I can beat you without it. You come towards me raising both ready hands to lock up. True to my word I grip your right hand with my left hand and immediately try to deliver a hard forearm smash under your jaw with my right arm.

You are not logged in. - Forearm Smash

Madison Jones:
Perhaps it is strange that the anger you had towards me in the start of the match has subsided, and that now I am the one pressing for the resolution you came here to get. I can see concern in your eyes now. Perhaps neither of us are thinking the most clearly as after all the various hits and exhaustion we are suffering. Regardless, the match continues on with me clearly not in the best state to continue, and surely not in any position to pull off elaborate dodges. Your forearm smashes right into the side of my jaw causing me to reel back, but not topple. I then let out a yell and throw a Short Range Lariat at you with my right arm.

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Jay Jones:
My forearm smash hits you bloody perfectly to the side of your jaw and clearly rocks you but to my amazement and even horror it does not put you down. You however almost take my head off when you yell out and hit me with a short-range lariat with your right arm that causes me to somersault and land hard on my back. I remain on my back clutching my throat while your fans are now right back behind you, cheering you on. I roll towards the ropes reaching up and using them to literally pull me to my feet. I am still gagging and rubbing my throat. I come out to the centre, fighting the urge to lunge for your left arm but as bad as things have become, I decide to drop to one knee and direct a headbutt towards your abs.

Madison Jones:
Coming your way as you are pulling yourself up on the ropes, I'm reaching forward with both arms getting ready to grip your head, but tense up as I wince in pain from the left arm. Coming back at me with us near the center, you drop to your knees and slam your head into my abs, a loud grunt of pain as I double over you, my cum soaked cock hanging right in front of your face now. I reach my arm forward, starting to circle it around your neck, the pain from the headbutt along with everything else slowing my reflexes, and yet my path is clear. Wrapping my right arm around your neck, I try to deliver a DDT.

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Jay Jones:
My hard head sinks into your abs which are surprisingly hard considering your condition. However, you grunt and double over, I am getting a wonderful view of your slick wet cock hanging between your legs. You are one tough wrestler and still will not go down, in fact you wrap your arm around my head and I get the horrid feeling that you are about to DDT me and that will set me up to be easily pinned. I need to try to stop you delivering this devastating head shot so I reach my right hand forward and wrap in around your cock. There is no time to stroke it and even if there was I doubt I can force another orgasm from you so soon after the last one, so I squeeze your cock as hard as I dare saying “no you don’t Madison not if you want to use this cock again”.

Madison Jones:
Right as I'm about to do the DDT, you squeeze my cock hard, me immediately freezing up. I hear your words, your threat. "You fucker..." A memory comes back of how John held my cock like this forcing me to go along with his suspended suplex during the tag team match, an unspoken threat of serious injury to my cock if I had struggled. It's spoken here though, your ultimatum I can't ignore. Arm comes up off from around your neck, both arms in the air, me wincing from the left shoulder as I try to back away from you showing the crowd that I'm trying to withdraw with your hand clearly gripping my cock. As soon as you release, if you release, I knee you in the head as hard as I can.

Jay Jones:
Even though I would never cause injury to another guy’s cock or balls much less a guy who deep down I like and also like to have sex with, you take my empty threat seriously and release my head. I am relieved as we both know damn well a pin would have been a forgone conclusion if you had hit the DDT. I keep a hold off your cock but not so tightly now, giving it a couple of strokes as I notice it getting a little harder. I then let go of your cock and lean down to give it a quick lick, hoping to mess with your head but as I bend down my head is met with your knee. I have no time to scream my head feels like bomb has gone off in it and I drop to my knees holding my head and face, wondering where the Hell I am.

Madison Jones:
Empty threat or not, I take it seriously, my own head impacts playing tricks on me now. Fortunately my knee to your head hits just as I expected, perhaps hard than I should have. What I do know now, is that I finally have you dazed and ready for my finisher. "It's about time you see it Jay..." I grab your legs and flip you over on your stomach, step on the back of your knees, and tie up your legs with my own. Leaning forward over you, I reach my right hand down to your shoulder, slide it down your sweaty arm, and firmly grab your wrist. I take a deep breath. I start to use my left arm, also to your shoulder. I try to slide it down your wrist, and if I do, I pull both arms back locking you into position for my finisher... The Romero Special. I turn my gaze to Tua as I set you up because he knows first hand what happens if you resist this position, as should you Jay.

Jay Jones:
I am so dazed that you have time to taunt me about it being about time for me to see your finisher and then with no problem you pull my legs and flip me over onto my stomach. You then step on the back of my legs and then you slide your right hand down my arms and I grab my wrist. You then try the same with my left wrist and I panic because I suddenly realise what you are going for. I remember seeing your private match with John on a DVD in John’s house, back in London and I saw you win that match with this move. John even told me that you call this ‘The Romero Special’ and that I must avoid being caught in it. I know if John could not escape it then I will have no chance but now with your left arm injured I have one chance. The only thing on my mind is to try to stop you trapping me in your finisher. I desperately try to pull my left wrist out of the grip but I know you have the momentum on your side and have been able to fight through pain many times.

Madison Jones:
You are struggling to keep free of my arm, you know this position, and you know what happens if you resist it. You clearly saw me do it to Tua in my match against him and Jimmy, after all your anger towards me against me doing the very action to him, so clearly you know what is coming. I end up crouching down over you, setting myself up to jump and stomp on the back of your knees. I see poor Tua cover his eyes though, he's mentioned how much it hurt in the locker room... and I hesitate. Against my better judgment, I reach forward again securing your left arm. "No escape Jay." I pull back once... a growl from the torque on my arm. Twice almost bringing you up to your knees. Third time I bring you to your knees, your hard cock sticking out like a pole, then PULL you up into the air putting you on full display in the second part of the Romero Special... A Suspended Surfboard.

Jay Jones:
I think I am managing to prevent you getting my left arm and then I feel you crouching down on the back of my knees and I feel sick remembering what you did to Tua, my little bro limped for days after that knee stomp. I am now more concerned about my knees than your finisher, you use the opportunity to catch me off guard and secure my left wrist. You taunt me, saying “No escape Jay” and John was right. I cannot think of a single counter to this once applied well with good balance which you have done that perfectly. I feel you pull me back twice and then the third time you have me suspended looking at the ring light, my cock pointing up and somehow with a full erection again. Your fans must have seen this many times and their excitement is noticeable. The strain in the back of my knees and my calf muscles is very bad while the pressure in my back and shoulders is horrendous. The referee is above me “Jay wants to give?” I mumble “NEVER”

Madison Jones:
It's just like you to keep it up, and I would consider holding like this longer on display, but my arm just can't muster that. I transition quicker than usual to the step, lowering you to your knees, then sliding my left hand up your and clasping under your chin. I then slide my right hand up and do the same, a moment of weakness in the action on account of the state of my left arm. Once secure, I pull back on your neck keeping your beautiful, sweaty, naked torso on display for the hundreds... maybe even thousands of cameras on us... with you just so happening to be aimed towards your fiancé and little bro.

Jay Jones:
I am relieved when you lower me to my knees but my relief does not last long when your left hand cups my chin and then your right hand. You then pull stretching my neck. I groan and moan, my brain accepting that I have lost this match but my heart refusing to admit it and when the referee asks me if I want to submit again, I look at him with defiant eyes and croak out “NO”. I feel humiliated knowing my body is on display and I feel sure you have set me up to be facing Damian and Tua. What makes me feel worse is my cock is rock hard and throbbing, a string of sticky pre stretching from the tip of my cock to the canvas, giving the appearance that I am enjoying your finisher. The referee asks again and this time I only manage a rasp “nahhh”.

Madison Jones:
This is the type of stubborn resilience that let that piece of garbage Keiji Takeda do what he did to you... the type of resistance that leads to injuries. It's what I talked about earlier, about how you have to BREAK Jay Jones if you are going to get a submission out of him. I won't do that, I know how much he resists, but I also know he can recover well... I know I can push this farther before I force something more humiliating out of him if I have to. I transition to the next step, wrapping my right arm around your neck, your face in my sweaty smelly armpit, as I lock you down into the final step of the Romero Special, a Dragon Sleeper. "Give up Jay, I have you. Say it."

Jay Jones:
I feel you make the transition that will one way or another seal my fate and your victory in this match, as your right arm goes around my neck and my face is pulled deep into your sweaty stinking pit, instantly smothering me and almost cutting off my fresh air supply. I am arched back further now to the point I am sure that I will very soon need to submit but the androstanol in your sweat totally takes over my brain and makes me feel so horny that my cock wants to explode. I hear you tell me that you have me and ask me to give up. In a way you get what you want as you must feel my tongue start to lick your sweat and I guess that is a sign of submission it is just that only you and I know what I am doing. I feel totally humiliated but my cock is now ruling my brain and indeed it is demonstrating that to your cheering fans and my loved ones alike as it visibly twitches and continually leaks pre. My head is going fuzzy and I must be well on my way to passing out again.

Madison Jones:
I can see that you have finally crossed over fully into the submissive, a state I am all too familiar with... "Alright Jay, Let's give them what they want..." I reach my weakened left arm forward to your chest sliding my hand down, collecting sweat to use a lube as I do. Fingers coil around your cock again pinky to index, and here with you trapped in the Dragon Sleeper, the final stage of the Romero Special, I begin to stroke you. You're so boned up and hard, I can feel your tongue licking my pit craving my scent and taste, I'm sure this won't take long. I stroke and stroke, waiting for you to shoot that load and cementing my victory.

Jay Jones:
I just about hear you say about giving the fans what they want and I feel your left hand slide down my chest, gathering up some sweat, making me shiver. I moan deeply into your pit as you coil your fingers around my cock. You begin to stroke my rock hard and ready to erupt cock and I cannot tell you how good it feels even taking away the pain of being bent backwards with my legs trapped for a few moments. I GASP into your pit as I start to spray my cum all over the ring like a fountain with a pool also forming under me. You continue until I have nothing left and then as my orgasm starts to die down the pain returns with vengeance and I frantically start tapping out my submission as my arm feels heavy and drops to my side. Hoping you release me before I go totally out.

Madison Jones:
With the ref watching, the crowd cheering, and cameras recording, I milk you Jay taking the win of our match.

I do make sure you are milked dry, the act of doing so causing you to go limp. I worry I might have hurt you, then immediately start to ease up, let go as the Ref is waving his hands, the bell ringing. I slowly lower you forward, for if I just let go, you would slingshot forward like a catapult into the canvas. Lower your chest fist onto the puddle and then rise up off you while the Ref raises my hand. I jerk it away, down to my knees rolling you over, the crowd maybe thinking I'm eager for stake. I am... but I'm checking on you first, slap your face lightly, and see if I can bring you around before we do the deed.

Jay Jones:
You roll me over while I am still out cold after a few seconds of you slapping my face, I wake and see your concerned face.

You are not logged in. - Jay out cold.

Your fans are chanting your name and it echoes around the arena, it takes me only a couple of seconds to realise that I have lost this ironman match to you and I swallow my own saliva, feeling dejected and demoralized. I did everything I could to win and it was just not good enough. I then start to remember my behaviour towards you before and during the match, adding shame to my feelings. I am exhausted, hurting all over, drained of cum and energy. I look up at your face with tears in my eyes saying “I was a real bitch Maddy and deserved to lose. Well done bro. I am so sorry and I hope we can put this behind us when we leave this ring but for now, I am all yours so give your fans their reward for supporting you.

Madison Jones:
There is only relief in my eyes when you start to come to, the crowd doesn't matter to me anymore. I bring my finger to your mouth while you are talking, "Shhh.... it's fine. We're fine." It is clear to say that we are both completely exhausted, and yet there is still one task to be demanded before this night ends. The crowd is thirsty for it, practically chanting, wanting me to take the spoils. My chest heaving, two loads of milk already having been pulled from me in the last hour, I take a deep breath to prepare to deliver another. Move to your legs, I spread them and raise them up over my shoulder, swallow the pain from the left shoulder as Push them to your chest My cock at your spread cheeks, I take hold of your shoulders as I lean over you staring you in the eyes and press in, uniting us as one.

Jay Jones:
You bring your finger to my mouth and tell me to Shhh, that we are fine and I feel relieved then without another word you spread my legs and lift them onto your shoulder, you then push my legs down towards my shoulders. I know that you are going straight into a fuck and although I feel incredibly embarrassed and humiliated but I also feel relieved that you are not going to prolong my humiliation by making me blow you first. You look into my eyes and somehow, I see that smile tinted with a little lust and the Madison I know and love in a brotherly way. I feel you push into me in a somewhat gentle way. I actually moan with pleasure. Your fans on their feet, many more cameras flashing and the IPW cameraman moves into the ring.

Madison Jones:
Last time I took you, you were face down. It wasn't ideal for me, I like to look in the eyes of the person I'm having sex with, see the passion and lust take them, the joy and pleasure of each thrust. And so with you Jay, I keep thrusting now with our eyes locked together, two men sharing the conclusion of a match in a mutual desire for love. My right hand slides down over your heart to feel it beating as I thrust into you again and again, never pulling out, but sliding back and forth in a rhythmic fashion. With each thrust, my balls slap against you, starting to churn, forcing the production and churning of sperm from an already exhausted supply. "Oh fuck... Jay...." I thrust and thrust again to the cheers of crowd as I share my victory fuck with you.

Jay Jones:
I remember you fucking me after the tag match and to be honest it was humiliating and not very intermate, however this time we are looking into each other’s eyes and yes there is passion there between us. Your face is a picture of pain, lust, happiness with a smile that says I am enjoying this after all the pain of the match. You thrust in hard and in a perfect rhythm., my ass excepting you willingly, if every loss resulted in a fuck as enjoyable for me as this, I would find losing a lot more rewarding. You place your hand on my chest, and I look at you knowing you deserved this win and also knowing that you had every right to fuck me hard like a piece of meat and yet you appear to be going out of your way to make this less humiliating and more enjoyable for me than I deserve. I look up at you and smile. Thankful that John met Eugene and through them I have become friends and rivals with you. “Come on CHAMP, breed me.”

Madison Jones:
With your encouragement, I speed up now, the lust of the moment and need to cum again overtaking me again. The pain of my shoulder subsides if only because of adrenaline, my balls churning as still wet cum from earlier is on my tip. I thrust over and over into you Jay, full 8 inches as I lose myself to the act, shot after shot into your prostate. "Oh fuck.... Fuck...." Eyes wide, my body jerks when it happens. Another thrust, then another, body almost spasms, head shifts towards one of the cameras, the crowd cheering as they know I just came inside of you.

With the act done, a moment later, I just about collapse on your chest from exhaustion. I lay there, still lodged in you, cock sore from all the stimulation, softening as I nuzzle your chest. An Ironman match indeed, one we can both be proud of.

Jay Jones:
You speed up and seem to thrust harder into me. My ass totally used to your hard eight incher now. I am loving the feeling of your cock implanted inside me, my mind gets lost in the moment as I think that getting fucked by you like this is almost worth the loss of this match. All of a sudden, I feel my insides becoming warm and wet and my ass clamps tightly around your cock. I am determined to keep as much of your seed inside me as I can but you put so much into me, some run back out and pools on the canvas under my upturned ass. You collapse on top of me and nuzzle my chest while you remain inside me which is a feeling that I could get used to. I rub your back knowing that all is well between us again. Then smile thinking I am sure Damian will be issuing you a challenge after seeing what you just did to me. I hear your fans going crazy and my heart sinks a little thinking about having to do the long walk of shame back to the locker-room.

Madison Jones:
It is a walk you won't have to do alone. After a minute or so of rest, I push up off you and get to standing, extending a hand to help you to your feet. In all honesty, I'm not in much of a position to help you up, but together we manage. Arm in arm, we make our way out of the ring and back to the locker room, ready to move on with things.

Eugene Scott:
Meanwhile, while the boys are finishing up on live television, I've just about finished making dinner for John and myself here at my apartment. A few delays of course since I keep staring at the TV when one of these boys turns things around. Managed to get some real cooking in though when they started fucking there at the end. Once they start heading back with the IPW show coming to a close, I ring a glass with a spoon trying to be all fancy and whatnot, finally pour some wine. "It's ready John, come and get it." Think he is gonna be surprised with what I made.

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You are not logged in. - Fish & Chips

With the Fish & Chips laid out, I finish up moving the pans off the stove, me casually dressed in just my blue jeans on account of this being my own home. Course, with John having moved in a month or so ago, both of us have been rather light on the dress code. Once you come over and join me, plop myself down in my chair looking to dig in something fierce. "Hope you like it John. Not the best cook, but I manage."

John Page:
I moved in with Eugene around a month ago and things are great between us, I have started some part time coaching at IPW, mostly coaching jobbers and faces as guys like Eugene are much more suited to coaching the heels. We have been watching the boys wrestle and while I am disappointed that Jay lost, I was not impressed with his attitude towards Maddy during the match and in a way, I am pleased that Maddy won as he knew exactly how to fuck Jay in a way that gave Jay so much pleasure, they were bound to leave the ring as best mates again. Of course Eugene is feeling a little smug and I will allow that as I know how it feels to see your boy win.

The smell that has been coming from the kitchen takes me back to London and my Friday evening supper, when I was not wrestling that is. I put on some casual clothes on for dinner as I have been getting used to wearing nothing around the apartment but underwear or a pair of speedos or wrestling trunks, always ready for our next play wrestle that leads to, I think I will say no more about that right now.

You are not logged in. - John Page

You ring a glass with a spoon and I smile to myself thinking most guys only see the professional, resolute hard wrestler whereas I see the real Eugene Scott. I head to the table and see you standing there with the wine poured.” WOW fish and chips and fuck they look good”. I lean over and kiss you then sit down and take my glass to yours toasting “to Maddy and Jay, thanks for a great match”, I see that proud look on your face reappear telling me as if I did not already know how much you love your son. I squeeze the lemon over my fish and put some salt on my chips as we tuck in. “Eugene this is great” as play footsie under the table.

Eugene Scott:
More than happy to clink my glass with you, take a drink then a bite of fish. "The boys were a bit rough with each other, but I think it's all sorted out now and what not. It takes me back to the rivalries I used to have back in the day." I rub your foot back under the table while I speak with a bit of a grin.

Reflecting on the situation, I'm finding myself wanting to settle down more. Domestic life here with John has been good, and with the boy back in my life with me in more of a fatherly role, makes me feel a tad bit like I'm older than I really am. Still got them urges of course, mostly been taking them out back at that WelCum Bar Madison works at, guess myself too on account of occasionally playing my guitar there.

More important though, planning on picking up a few matches over at the newer Hotshots federation. Don't want to step on the boy's toes with him tearing it up in the SECW, and we all know where he got his appetite for sex in the ring from. "Getting ready to premiere against Jay soon." Say in-between bites. "Oughta be a good start to the action there I'd wager."

John Page:
You tell me that you thought the boys went a bit hard on each other and that you think it is sorted now and that it reminded you about the rivalries you had back in the day. You rub my foot with yours. “I know Eugene I hope Madison and Jay develop that type of relationship Jay needs a bro like figure who will bring the best out of him in the ring but I do not want to see a repeat of today's performance” I go on to tell you about my relationship with Adam Collins and our friendship and rivalry that has gone sour of late.

“These fish and chips are damn good Eugene, I am going to cook us a good old roast beef dinner on Sunday and maybe we can ask the boys around to share it with us. I am loving life with you Eugene, when I met you before our new year's match, I felt something then and there, it developed during the match even when you were hurting me and by the end of the match, I knew I wanted to get to know you at least but I never in a million years thought I would be living with you in six months time.

You tell me about joining Hotshots and that you are going to have your premiere match against Jay. I am not sure what to think about that but I trust you, I guess Jay will get hurt and fucked but he knows what to expect every time he gets into that ring and there is always a chance that he could beat you. “I am in Hotshots also Mr Scott and will have my first match against their number one ranked wrestler Riley so we could both have our second match against each other and come up with a special rules match of some kind?” I take a sip of wine and smile at you.

Eugene Scott:
Listen to you while dipping my chips in tartar sauce, sneak in a little ketchup on the side. "Sorry to hear about you and Collin's going south. Remember when he was younger, was always a cheat, but didn't seem as bad as he is now. Same with Takeda, nice guy going all out, now he takes out his anger on anybody he, a bully I might need to put in his place again. Guess that's what happens when you disappear for 15 years, things change, people change, sometimes for the but often for the worst. Speaking of changes John, when you gonna start calling me Eugene instead of Mr. Scott. Making me feel old all the time." I kick back polish off the wine I've been drinking.

"Looking forward to that pot roast, sure the boys would like it too. Thinking a bit more about my immediate future in the wrestling career though John. Course I'd be happy to have a big match with you, but we both know I only got so much time to be productive before my health starts to drag me down." John here knows I gave up smoking to help prolong my health, but he ain't aware of the full picture yet, though the man is smart enough to see that there is stuff going on with me that ain't quite normal. For god's sake my son is 28 while I'm 32, that just ain't normal. Still, he's a gentleman outside the ring at least, doesn't pester me on the details.

"How about this John. You give me permission to tear things up as much as I want with the guys in the fed, and I promise you the next big pay per view they put, that's where we will tangle again. May not have the queen present like at New Year's, but I promise to make it something special. As for special rules, I'm open to ideas." Go to finish up my fish now while you respond.

John Page:
I am so pleased that we are enjoying this very British meal together and your choice of wine is spot on. I am not surprised to hear that you are thinking about sorting out Takeda again as I am worried because I have been told that Jay has challenged him to a rematch while he is here and I am scared shitless that the same will happen as last time or worse. Jay will just have to accept that some guys should be left alone or he will end up with an injury like my right knee, that will always cause him problems inside and outside of the ring.

I smile when you ask me when I am going to start to call you Eugene. I am sorry it goes back to our first meeting when it was Mr Scott and Mr Page and it sort of stuck but I agree we are well past that stage Eugene. I will go shopping tomorrow and maybe you can contact the boys and see if they are free on Sunday. Talking about the future it is going to be good and I am not stupid we both are in the same boat about how long we have left in the ring. I only want two things in that regard the first being I want one more shot at getting my Commonwealth championship and belt back off of Collins but I know he will try to end my career in that match and he knows what to go for to do it. Secondly, I want at least one more match with you, apart from that, I am ready for at least semi-retirement.

You are not logged in. - Adam Collins

I have worked out that things are not all as they seem with you, your past and your age but to be honest I love you so much and respect you more than I have ever respected anyone in my life, so I would never ask you anything that would make you feel uncomfortable and I would never be judgmental if you ever decided to fill me in. For sure we all have skeletons in the closet. I listen to your suggestion about the near future “Well Eugene thanks for asking but you do not need my permission to tear things up with the guys in the fed, Hell I would love to see it, I want you to wrestle and fuck who the hell you like and I would be proud to be there to see it whenever you want me there. I will give our next big match some thought and it will be fun to discuss the rules. It is one of the things I love about you, that you can be as rough as you like with me in the ring and yet we can come home and make love.

Eugene Scott:
"That much is for damn sure John, we respect each other that way. We both know what wrestling is really about, as much as they might try to hide it on their fancy big name networks. Basically everyone knows when two men get in the ring, don't care how straight they claim to be, put them in a few holds and they're gonna get as hard and slick as a stone in a river. Point being, our boys know, we know, fucking in the ring ain't a trespass, it's an obligation. It's something Emma never really understood." I bite my tongue after saying her name, try not to bring her up around you.

You are not logged in. - Emma Jones (2006)

You are not logged in. - Emma Jones (2022)

"John... Mr. Page..." Warm smile as I rise up. "Think I might be ranting again. Hope you loved your supper, tried to make it as authentic as possible. Maybe it's just the wine, but with the boys match all finished up, thinking it might be time to retire for the evening." I come on over and bring my arm around your shoulders, give you a hug while glancing over at that there television. "Not sure if you are tired just yet, but in the morning I'm gonna hit the gym hard. Getting pumped to take on them hot shots, and the biggest one right here in my eyes. As for Collins... if he hurts you again...." Voice gets lower, "What I did to Takeda will look like training wheels."

John Page:
I listen to you intently about the way we all wrestle and it almost always leading to fucking or being fucked in the ring. I then here you mention the name Emma and I guess you are talking about Madison's Mum but as I have said before, your past is just that and I am only looking to the future and never want you to discuss anything that you are uncomfortable with.

You stand up hoping I enjoyed supper and to be honest, it was fantastic but then sitting with you over a ham sandwich would be Heaven. You put your arms around me and hug me tight. I rest my head back against your shoulder as you ask me if I am tired and say that in the morning you want to hit the gym. Well, I think I will join you Eugene as I have a match this week against Riley and Collins has our match booked at the Royal Albert Hall of all places and has told Jay that he fully intends to hasten my retirement and make it the last match I ever participate in. “You get ready for bed Eugene while I clear up in here and slip some trunks on as I think I would like to try out some holds in bed before we go to sleep. I turn my head and kiss you deeply.

Eugene Scott:
Warm smiles, but deep down I'm a tad bit worried about what may be coming in the future. John and I give one another the freedom to do as we please. Still if Collin's is aiming to hurt him badly, well John knows I'll be there to help him if he wants it, and he damn sure knows I'll be there to avenge him if things get out of hand. For now, try to wipe the thoughts from my mind.

"I'll be in the bedroom reading the good book as usual waiting for you. Left off halfway through Job." Give a light kiss then step away starting to unbutton my jeans, head into the bedroom a moment later after turning off the telly.

John Page:
I am not too worried about what plans Collins has for me, we were once best mates and I am not sure he will be able to injure me that bad, no more than I could end his career. Anyway, Jay has told Adam that I want my retirement match against you so if he decides to deny me that wish by injuring me, then he was never a friend in the first palace.

I smile as you tell me that you are reading the book of Job, I kiss you back and watch as you start to unbutton your jeans and feel my cock stirring. You turn off the television and head into the bedroom. I clear away the dishes, washing them and leaving them to dry before I head into the bedroom, take off my jeans and vest, take out a pair of your blue trunks and slip them on, “Eugene are you ready to rumble?” as I jump on top of you.

Published: 2022-06-26, viewed 107 times.