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

You are not logged in. - Adrian Davis - Age: 24, 5’ 9”, 166 lbs, 7” Uncut Cock

Eugene Scott:
It's time for another match here at IPW, and I plan to make it a bang, four of them in fact. Squared circle has four sides to it, and I can't think of a better way to please this here crowd than by fucking a man in each one, then finish him screaming as I seed him in the center for the rings. That's right, Eugene Scott is pumped up and in rare form tonight, only got so long to make grab for some glory, and that run starts right here tonight with my first opponent... first victim... Adrian Davis.

For those of you folks who don't know what a Four Corner Fuck match is, well it's simple. You take a man, throw him in a corner, and fuck the daylights out of him. Once you've done that in each post, you win. Don't matter if he cums or you cum, what matters is penetration of his ass while he suffers, 10 big thrust, often with the crowd counting. Once all 4 corners are scored, well then it go to everyone's favorite part of the game, fucking the loser while they holler. Have to admit I'm hard just thinking about it.

Adrian Davis:
I've been challenged by Eugene Scott in a 4 Corner Fuck match. I never heard about this type of match before, but I think it will be fun. I'm in the locker room, getting ready for my match. I know my opponent is a rough one, but I'm not afraid to face him. I'm here, waiting for the match to start while I do some warm-up.

Announcer:
"Ladies and Gentleman, the following event is a 4 Corner Fuck Match. The first competitor, making his way to the ring, standing at 5'11", weighing in at 214 lbs. EUGENE SCOTT!"

Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult

Eugene Scott:
The song "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult starts playing as I make my way to the ring. I come walking down the aisle, crowd cheering for me as I've become well known for my matches in International Pro Wrestling. Getting to the ring, I slide in under the ropes, and PUSH-UP to standing showing off my muscles. Climb my turnbuckle, and hold up my left arm, right hand over my chest. Finally drop down to my corner stretching on the ropes a bit, getting ready for Adrian Davis to come out and square dance with me in the squared circle man to man.

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Announcer:
“And his opponent, standing at 5’9” and weighing in at 165 lbs. Adrian Davis!”

Adrian Davis:
I hear the crowd going crazy when you do your entrance. They really love you, but I'll show them that I'm better. I head out of the locker room when my name is called by the announcer. I step into the ring wearing black trunks with boots of the same color, standing at 5'9 and 165 lbs. I go to my corner stretching while I look at you. You're much bigger than me, but I'm not intimidated.

Eugene Scott:
Ref calls us to the center of the ring, a big old grin on my face as I size you up in person. "Hope you're prepared for what's about to happen, partner." Hold out my hand for a good old fashioned handshake while the Ref is going on about the rules, a clean fight, and that part that ends with the loser screaming in pain. Left hand gets ready to block if you go for a cheap shot, part of me hoping you go for one because I want an excuse to be fierce today.

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Adrian Davis:
I head to the center of the ring as the ref calls us. We're about the same height, but you're more muscled. You offer me my hand while the ref explains the rules and I take it. "I will whoop your ass, man." I reply. I then pull you to me and try to ram my knee on your abs before the ring bells.

Eugene Scott:
Oh boy, here we go. Shaking your hand with a big toothy grin on my face, the crowd actually looking a bit bored. You spice things up by going for a cheap shot, hand coming to my core to block it. Knuckles in my hand pop a bit while I look you square in the eye, only a light flinch on my face as I was prepping for that. "Now you've fucked up bad boy." Swing back my right hand, and slap you up upside your face with enough force behind it, you might even topple as I Will Smith your ass.

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Assuming that knocks you off balance, I then try to grab your shoulders, and slam my knee into your gut as hard as I can.

Adrian Davis:
You were ready for this and block my attack. I look in your eyes and you seem really pissed off, then a strong slap on my face makes me fall on my side. "Fuck" I whisper with my cheek on fire. I try to get on my feet but you hold me on my knees grabbing my shoulders and then knee my gut with all your strength. The blow takes my breath away and I stand in all fours coughing and gasping for air, while I rub my gut. As I thought, you have a lot of strength and I have to be careful and try to dodge your attacks. I'm screwed if you catch me.

Eugene Scott:
You're on your hands and knees and I don't plan to let you get the advantage unless you unload something fierce enough to stagger. I ain't the type to kick a man while he is down, grapple and make him scream, that's a different story. Step up to you, raise my right knee, and drop down your back trying to flatten you under me. If I do I then WRENCH your right arm behind your back into a grounded hammerlock, me sliding up on top of your ass while I do.

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Adrian Davis:
"UGGHHHH" I groan as you drop on my back with all your weight. I try to crawl away from you, but you grab my arm and bring it behind my back into a grounded hammerlock. I panic and try to lift my upper body before it's too late and ram the elbow on your ribs.

Eugene Scott:
You swing your free arm back, panic starting to show. You know what else starts to show? My big fat dick on your ass, my blue trunks start to tent up nice for that crowd to see. Arm swings back hitting my ribs, and I grunt as my 214 lbs keeps you pinned down under me. "That's right boy..." I grab that free arm now and WRENCH it back to lock you firmly down in a double hammerlock. I pull both arms up tight to the center of your back, make hurt some like I have you under arrest or something by the police.

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With both arms restrained, reach my left up to grab your hair and pull your head up nice and pretty for the camera to see. "Smile for the camera Adrian!"

Adrian Davis:
I feel your big dick getting hard on my ass. My elbow connects to your ribs, but you absorb the blow and keep me pinned down. I feel a strong grip on my free arm and then you block it too behind my back. I twist my body hoping you lose balance, but it's all useless. I groan in pain as you grab my hair and pull my head up, "Fuck you, man. I will destroy you when I get free!" I shout.

Eugene Scott:
Those shouts make me smile alright, commentators talking about how I'm dominating you and taking hold like a boy who mouthed off to his pa. More important though, that struggling you’re doing, well that's burning energy, the point of this hold is to degrade and humiliate while you wear yourself out some. Think it's working too. Hand release your head to secure your arms again while I slide off to your side now, knee firmly on your back. Do something risky next, right hand grabs those favorite black trunks of yours as I try and slides them down your thighs, down to your ankles. If I do, I then WRENCH your legs up kind of like a Scorpion.

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Adrian Davis:
My head drops on the mat as you release it. You then slide on my side and hold me down with your knee. You then pull my trunks down, showing my bare ass to the crowd. You wrap me in a Scorpion lock and I cry out. I then grit my teeth and bear the pain. You left my arms free and I take this opportunity. I slam my fists on the mat and they try to push me up. Your knee hurts my back, but I keep pushing and try to hit your face with my elbow.

Eugene Scott:
Throwing your elbow back towards my head trying to hit me in the face, It connects as my head rearing back. I shake my head some, me dropping your legs, but I make sure to pull them trunks off you as I do. "Gonna regret that boy..." Standup left hand rubbing my cheek, then try to drop down on you with an elbow aimed right at the center of your back.

Adrian Davis:
I manage to get you off me. My back hurts and I stay down rubbing it. Luckily I escaped your hold before you could damage my legs. Flip over my back and see you standing on me and then jump to hit me with an elbow drop. I roll to the side dodging your elbow and then, while I'm still down, I raise my leg and kick your back before I try to get on my feet.

Eugene Scott:
Now you're just pissing me off more, but that's fine, back and forth is what makes a match fun, ain't it? Elbow hits the canvas causing me to let out a grunt. You raising your legs to kicks at me while I'm starting to roll away, me not dumb enough to stick around. Taking a partial kick from you as I roll a full rotation away onto my back, I then bring my knees up to my chest and kick up to standing with a standard kip-up.

On my feet again having burned some gas to get up quickly, I gesture for you to get up and show off your dick to the crowd. "Come on boy, let's see you live up to them threats you were spouting." I pull back towards a corner, arms getting ready to do something nasty when you come my way, looking to counter a charge if you make one.

Adrian Davis:
My kick just pissed you off more and it doesn't seem I hurt you with that. You taunt me to get up and I do, struggling a bit due to the pain on my back. I see you standing on the corner full of energy while I'm panting. The crowd cheers as they see my hard cock. You're ready to do something and I stand with my guard up, waiting for your move.

Eugene Scott:
Not dumb enough to charge me huh? Wouldn't say I ain't feeling some pain, the simple fact is the blows to my body you've inflicted have been scattered, one to the head, to the ribs, and to my back... not to mention a little self inflicted one with the missed elbow drop. Point being, scattered hits don't do much and I'm plenty fresh with a light layer of sweat showing under these lights. As for you, been working that back pretty decent. Hand up front guarding my core, I come back your way wanting to trade hits or something. Once I get close, I do a false swing with my right hand making it look like I'm trying to grab you, but it's a feint. Pull my arm back quick and throw a kick right to your left knee kind of like I was one of them Mutai fighters from Thailand.

Adrian Davis:
You come back my way and I'm still waiting with my guard up. Once we're close you swing your right hand and I try to grab your wrist before you reach me, but I fall on your trick and don't see your kick coming. I groan, falling on one knee, but I fight back and punch your gut several times.

Eugene Scott:
You lay into me with a flurry of punches to my gut, abs wall taking the hits. First two hit me good, the third I don't let slide. I grab that arm with both hands, twist it so you are bent over, alongside me, then with a mean old grin, then bring my knee up into your gut as hard as I can working on breaking those bricks more. Crowd cheering for the violence, both heel and face commentators doing their job talking about how I'm on a rampage.

Adrian Davis:
I hit you two times, but you still stand in front of me. You block the third punch and twist my arm. You look at me suffering and crying out with a mean grin on your face. Then another knee on my gut makes me drop down gasping for air. I feel too much pain and I lay down writhing, then I grab your speedo and try to climb on you to get on my feet. I'm desperate now since I can't damage you in any way.

Eugene Scott:
Adding a couple of hits to my gut to that tally I rattled off before. As anybody with a firm washboard knows, them bricks take a few hits before they break, mine showing some red but that's about it. You pulling yourself up on me, think It's about time we moved this along. Grab your hair and start pulling you towards a corner, left hand on your shoulder and right sliding to grip your left ass cheek. I then try to HURL you into the corner shoulder first into the post, me looking to get into position to score the first point.

Adrian Davis:
You grab my hair when I try to get on my feet and then you drag me to the corner. I know what you're planning to do, but I'm too weak now to fight back... I need to recover, but you don't let me do it. You slam my shoulder into the post and I scream loud for the pain, then stand hanging on the ropes.

Eugene Scott:
I leave you hanging there now for a moment while I get myself ready for what comes next, the crowd getting real excited. Cameraman nearby takes a close up of my body with it being up on that there big ass display, I bring my thumb to my blue trunks and drop them to my ankles as the crowd roars in excitement. "IT’S BREEDING TIME!"

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Step up behind you with my cut 9 incher hanging out for the world to see, reach under the middle ropes to grab your wrists hanging over the top of them, then PULL your arms back with the ropes digging into your armpits. Holding you in the perfect position with a camera man right next to us, me spreading your legs with my knee then stepping up to fuck you now. Let's see if you got a trick up your nonexistent sleeve to stop me.

Adrian Davis:
I hear you saying it's breeding time and I panic, trying to twist my body and move out from the corner but you're right behind me and block me in there. You pull my arms back and I cry out loudly as the ropes dig into my armpits causing me a lot of pain. You hold me in this position and spread my legs with your knee and come closer to me. I kick out, still screaming, hoping to hit you and force you to release me

Eugene Scott:
Holding your arms in position, legs spread, you struggle while screaming. The crowd is calling for it. You start flailing your legs, kicking at me, hoping to hit me... but the angle just ain't right I’m sorry to say. My cock pressed to your hole, it's time, and so I press into you inch after inch while you scream. "OH FUCK YEAH!" I thrust in... but I ain't without mercy here. I go in about 7 inches, pull back my hips, slide in again. I start to fuck you Adrian, 3.. 4... 5... "FUCK YEAH" 6... 7... Crowd Counting! 8... 9... 10! Full distance in on the final thrust, making sure to get the best picture of you impaled and helpless in the corner, spurt of precum juts into you from the action. I release your hands and Flex as the scoreboard lights up the first point for me in this game of fuckable chairs.

Adrian Davis:
I don't hit you with my kick and can't avoid to be fucked. "AAARGH" I growl as you shove your huge cock in my butthole and your fans cheer you on, enjoying the show. I stand helpless as my ass is getting stabbed and the crowd counts every thrust. I moan loud at your final thrust, feeling my ass wet off your precum. You then release me and I fall face down.

Eugene Scott:
I grab you by the head, my cock raging hard from the action. Pulling you to your feet, I then toss you towards the center of the ring, me not yet done having fun. Start to walk my way there, gesture for you to get up, hands looking to lock up with a contest of strength you no doubt know you can't compete with given my size and your weakened state.

Adrian Davis:
You pull me up and then toss me to the center of the rings. I land on my back, adding more pain, and I groan. I'm exhausted but I still have some energy left and I will keep fighting until I can. I struggle to get up but I manage to do it in the end and see you standing right in front of me with arms up looking to lock up with me. I know I can't compete with you. You already showed me your strength and also I'm too weakened for a test of strength. I raise my arm faking to lock up with you, but then I bend over and charge at you with a spear.

Eugene Scott:
Looks like you are actually going to lock up with me, mean old smirk on my face. You surprise me though, faking the lockup and lunging into me, shoulder first into my gut. Seems you're actually trying to target something and pile on the damage now, a decent loud grunt coming from as I fall to my back with your 166 lbs frame falling on top of me. "That's it... Fight Adrian." I growl, sweaty arms coming up around your neck, legs clasping behind your back, with you planning yourself in my arms, I lock on a Guillotine Choke.

Adrian Davis:
You fail into my trick and I take you down with the spear. I finally managed to do something, but joy doesn't last long since you suddenly wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my body. I suffer from the guillotine choke groaning as my face turns red. I try to escape punching your back with both hands.

Eugene Scott:
You start punching my sides, hits starting to add up, though the only thing so far I would consider "power move" being that Spear. I give you a tight squeeze with both arms and legs around your core and neck, hoping to drain more fight out of you, my hard cock rubbing up against your abs. Shift to the left, then to the right quickly releasing my arms and legs to toss you over towards the ropes. Finally roll away from you a rotation on my side, and push myself up to standing, decent sweat showing on my body now.

Adrian Davis:
I punch you but they're not strong enough to force you to release me. You squeeze my neck and my body and groans turn to screams. I feel you cock rubbing on my abs and leaving precum on me. You shift left and right and toss me to the ropes. I lay down, writhing in pain.

Eugene Scott:
Seems like you are about disabled, which means... This next part will be more simple. I come towards you now, reach down, grab your head again. Start to drag you towards a corner ready to plow you again. While I'm pulling you there I whisper close to your ear in that way that wrestlers know how to communicate while keeping the show up. "If your hurt, best let me fuck you, but make it look good." I then try to throw your arms over the top rope this time stepping up behind you getting ready for round 2.

Adrian Davis:
I don't have enough strength to fight back while you drag me to the corner. You then whisper to me that it's better to let you fuck me. "I won't make it easier for you. You can break my bones but I will keep fighting" I answer with a weak voice. I then try to ram my elbow to your gut while you drag me, but I don't know if I have enough strength left to hurt you.

Eugene Scott:
Another hit to my gut, this time a result of me showing kindness. I play up the pain because this is supposed to be a show after all, though it did hurt as my bricks are getting sore. Tossing your arms up over the top ropes, I reach under them and pull your arms behind your back in a set of double hammerlock, the rope tight in your pits again, chest pressing against the top turnbuckle. Knee again spread your legs and then I THRUST IN. "OH HELL YEAH!" Crowd cheers as I start to fuck you again. Let's see how you respond to it.

Adrian Davis:
I don't stop you with my elbow and you toss me on the corner again. I'm helpless again when you shove your cock on my ass, going for the second score. I moan as you keep stabbing my ass and there's nothing I can do nothing to stop you as your cock goes deeper and deeper in my ass

Eugene Scott:
This time while I'm fucking you, I release your left hand bringing it down and around to your cock. I ain't all bad, hand slide your foreskin back as I take hold of your manhood now, me wanting to give you some pleasure while I take you in front of this crowd again. Start to thrust now while the crowd cheers, 3.. 4... Stroking your cock... 4 ...5 "Oh Fuck Yeah!" 6... 7.... Thumb sliding on your cockhead... 8 ... 9.... 10! Full thrust in again like last time, me working your cock. Doubt you will spray yet from this, but me mounting you like this makes a real pretty picture don't you think? Crowd sure does.

Adrian Davis:
My butthole is on fire as you keep fucking me no stop. I bounce on the ropes at every thrust and groan as your huge cock stabs my ass... I feel a mix of pain and pleasure and I alternate groans of pain with moans of pleasure. You then hold my cock and start to stroke it, adding more pleasure. I moan louder and louder, but I try to hold it because I don't want you to know I'm actually enjoying this. My cock leaks some precum on your hand as you keep stroking it in rhythm with your thrusts. You're dominating me in every way during this match, you're just too strong for me and now I don't stand a chance against you.

Eugene Scott:
Full 9 inches thrust up inside of you, hand comes off your cock while I bring up my both arms in a double bicep flex for the crowd, a wave of flashing lights showering us as my sweaty pecs and your heaving body are shown on the big screen. Big smile on my face as I yell out for them to hear, "Two Down!" Grab your hair pulling you from the corner and toss you back to the center of the ring, your ass sliding off my hard cock as it slaps up against my abs. "Two to Go." Big grin as I come walking your way now.

Adrian Davis:
The crowd is going crazy as they keep cheering you, taking photos and videos of you fucking me in the corner. You pull your cock from my ass and then toss me back to the center of the ring. There are 2 corners left. I see you walking my way with a big grin on your face. I roll away reaching the ropes so I can use them to help me get on my feet.

Eugene Scott:
Coming up to you, I have a feeling you might have this funny idea of trying to make a comeback. Best I nip that in the bud if you ask me. You against the rope pulling yourself up, I throw a boot to your gut hoping to double you over. If I do, I grab that head of yours, left arm wrapping around it while I start to set you up for suplex.

Adrian Davis:
I manage to get up, but you follow me and don't give me a break to recover. I see your big body next to me as soon as I lift my head. You ram your boot in my gut and make me double over while I rub it coughing. You then wrap your left arm around my head going for a suplex. I plant my feet on the mat and punch your abs multiple times.

Eugene Scott:
You've been pounding them, I'll give you that much, each hit making me grunt. You prioritize attack over escape, it's a recurring trend this hold match I've noticed, and I'll give you that you want to fight. There is a better part of valor though as the old saying goes, and with you doubled over with my arms around your neck, I have you in position to deliver all types of bad news. On the third punch to my red bricks, I fall backward, arm still around your neck, and slap your head into the canvas with DDT. Sound echoes, crowd cheers, and kip-up after as I rub my gut feeling the pain.

Adrian Davis:
I punch your abs 3 times before you slam my head on the mat with a DDT instead of going for the suplex. I lay down stunned as I can barely hear the crowd cheering. But I don't give up. I try to crawl on the ropes to get up again and keep fighting.

Eugene Scott:
Start to crawl away, the commentator talking you up as a man who refuses to stay down. I’m still rubbing my gut. "You want to bust some abs huh?" Reach for your shoulder with my left hand, right grips you between the thighs cupping your balls, fingers gripping alongside your hard cock. I don't squeeze, just letting you know I'm in charge of your boys here. With a heavy grunt, deep breaths in my chest, I then lift you up high over my head, many pictures being taken of me holding you like this. I wait one moment and let out a LOUD ROAR that rivals the crowd, followed by dropping you down over my knee with a Gorilla Press Gutbuster.

I hold you there over my knee afterwards getting ready for a follow-up.

Adrian Davis:
You have weakened me too much and I know I have no chance of winning the match by now, but I won't to stand by and let you fuck me. I will fight until I have still some energy left. I almost reached the ropes but I feel your hand on my shoulder and then a grip on my balls. I prepare for a ball squash and close my eyes, but you don't squeeze it. You lift me up over your head and hold me like this for a moment. I twist my body trying to escape but I don't manage to do it as you soon drop me on your knee. My gut slam on it and I just groan very loud as you take all my breath away

Eugene Scott:
I hold you there over my knee and slap your ass almost like a boy who’s in need of punishment, the Heel commentator talking about how I'm giving you a spanking. Hand coming between your thighs now fingers wrapping around your cock. "Boy, it's time for a milk'in." With you stunned and out of breath, I now start to stroke your cock, me paying close attention to your cockhead and that v-spot normally covered by your skin. That's right, an old sex champ like me knows just how to exploit a man uncut cock. Once I get a good spurt of Precum out of you, the crowd starting to chant for you to shoot your load, I move to transition into something else.

Adrian Davis:
You hold me on your knee and I just lay there, too stunned to move away. I wince as you slap my ass. I think I'm done now, this last blow damaged me too much and I'm powerless. Standing there suffering and being humiliated. Weak moans of pleasure get out of my mouth as you start to jerk me off and the crowd chant for me to shoot my load.

Eugene Scott:
I turn you over on your back now, them busted up bricks on display while I keep milking you. Looking into your face, you see my smug ass grin as we both know what's cumming soon. "Give it up Boy. SHOOT THAT LOAD!" I keep stroking you now aiming to make you erupt like a volcano.

Adrian Davis:
You turn me on my back and keep jerking me off. I see the smug grin on your face, you're really enjoying watching me powerless leaning on your knee. I moan louder as I feel my cock throbbing and I can't keep it any longer and shoot my load. Ropes of cum falling on my abs.

Eugene Scott:
I make you erupt alright, the crowding cheer and the highest resolution images displayed on the big screen when it happens, be it 4k, 8k, or whatever the fuck k they have going on these days. All the same, I milk you good boy until your heaving moaning chest is covered in your own cum.

Once your load calms down, I slide you off my knee to the canvas, the Ref himself taken back and blushing over what I've been doing. Raise my hand glistening with your cum high for the cameras while I give the courtesy of taking in some breath from your orgasm.

Adrian Davis:
You slide me off your knee. This time I just lay down, not trying to get on my feet. I'm out now, I don't have the strength to continue fighting. I breathe heavily and still groan for the pain I'm feeling on my gut, you destroyed it with that gutbuster. I hear my fans cheer me to get up and fight, but I can't.

Eugene Scott:
You seem done, that orgasm blowing the last of your fight out of you it seems. Still have yet to finish fucking you though. Cummy grabs your hair as I pull you up to your feet and I drag you to corner #3. I'm not being as mean now. Assuming the fight is out of you like you say, I lift you up and place your back on the top turnbuckle, hands holding your sides while your legs are spread over me. Looking you in the eyes, I push into you again, and start to fuck you in the corner a little something like this.

Adrian Davis:
You pull me up and drag me to the third corner. I'm a dead weight and I slither on the mat as you drag me. You place my back on the top turnbuckle with my hands on my side and my legs spread over you. I look you in the face as you shove your cock into my ass and start fucking me for the third time. My ass wrecked by your huge cock that stabs it again.

Eugene Scott:
With each thrust, I'm looking in your eyes, a dominant force for sure, but a bit kindness showing. 3.. 4.. 5.. Thrusting Deep... 6.. 7.. Big Ass Grin... 8... Spurt of Precum... 9.... 10! Full distance rammed up into your prostate, you can feel me leaking some, my own cock getting rough from all this fucking. I lean forward now and offer you a kiss to see how compliant you are. The Face Commentator talking about how I might be a softy afterall... Heel Commentator pointing out how I just fucked the shit out of you and plan to do it one more time.

Adrian Davis:
I see your smug face as you fuck the shit out of me and I can't do nothing to stop you. My ass is on fire, I don't know if I can resist another one. I hope it ends soon. I have to admit that I enjoyed the first two, but it's too much now. You lean forward and offer me a kiss. I think about it for a while, and then I spit on your face "Fuck you" with a hoarse voice. I don't hate you for this, I accepted the match aware of the risks, but I can't stand your smug face anymore.

Eugene Scott:
Oh that was a mistake. You there in my grip on the turnbuckle, I return the favor and spit back in your face. "Was gonna end nicely Adrian, but now you've done fucked up. I'll make you scream." Lift you off the turnbuckle, turn 180 degrees, and POWER BOMBS you to the canvas holding you there knees to your chest, my cock still rammed inside of you.

I growl at the REF who is wincing from the sound of the impact, "COUNT!" Even though it won't win the match, he falls into compliance, sliding next to us while I hold you in a Penetrating Pin. Ref counts, "One! Two!"

Adrian Davis:
I really pissed you off now and I regret it as I see you getting mad. You spit me back in my face and I curse myself as you say that you'll make me scream. You lift me off the turnbuckle with your cock still in my ass and then slam my back on the mat with a powerbomb. You then go for the pin even if that won't end the match, maybe to humiliate me... I don't know why. I cry out as now your thrusts are violent and painful, tears sliding down my cheeks. The ref starts the count "One, Two, Three!"

Eugene Scott:
On the count of three, I start to cum inside of you, my big balls pumping and pumping. I growl at the Ref and order him to keep counting up to 10, a long deep moan coming from my mouth as I pump you full of my load. "Oh fuck Adrian... you feel so fucking good on my cock." Keep staring in your eyes while I lubricate your burning ass with my white hot seed thick and creamy like cream stew. Once the 10 count is done, I pull out of you, breathing heavily as I rise up. Me eyeing the last turnbuckle, I start to decide how brutal I'm going to be now. Head turns down to you, "Beg for mercy and I'll be nice." My last offer of kindness.

Adrian Davis:
You fill my hole with your cum and then ask the ref to count to 10. Cum lubricate my ass and your thrusts are less painful now, but you still hurt me. I keep screaming until the count is done and you finally pull out of me. You tell me to beg you for mercy if I want you to be nice, but I'm too proud to beg you "Screw you, motherfucker" I don't know if your hear me since my voice is very weak and I can barely speak.

Eugene Scott:
That look on your face, such defiance... It's admirable. Perhaps you carry that fighting spirit, my own family motto being to go down swinging. "You've made your bed Adrian. Time to get fucked in it." Stomp on your abs and then pull you up to standing. Flip you around facing the final corner and slide my hands up your body to lock in a Full Nelson.

I then start to walk you towards it with you in my arms, my wet cock pressing against your cheeks again as I move to finish this.

Adrian Davis:
"ARRGHHH" I groan as you stomp my abs and I bend over. I never felt so much pain before, you're literally destroying me. You pull me up and flip me facing the last corner. This last one will be very brutal and I curse me again for my proud. You lock me in a Full Nelson and I can't bear the pain. I scream like I never did while you walk to the corner with me in your strong arms. I feel your cock on my cheeks and I prepare for a last suffering... Or better, I hope this will be the last one.

Eugene Scott: Full Nelson applied, I walk you to the corner, cock pressing against your cheeks like I said. When I get you there, I pull you back and slam your head into the corner just to make sure I still have you under control, hopefully not hard enough to put you out; I want you awake, struggling, and screaming for this. With you in position, pull back my hips and THRUST into you again, moderate speed so you feel every inch sliding up into your cum lubricated canal. Heavy breath hitting the side of your face, I say one thing before I start. "Scream my name."

Adrian Davis:
A lot of pain since you keep squeezing my arms in the Full Nelson. I continue to scream louder and louder. Once we reach the corner you slam my head into the corner and stun me more. I feel my head exploding as you give me a headache. You hold me in the corner with Full Nelson still applied and thrust into me, this time not too fast. I moan and feel your breath on my face. You say to scream your name, but I refuse to do it.

Eugene Scott:
I now start to fuck you. Pull back my hips, cock coming out of your ass, then THRUST it back in, your arms spread wide with your full broken body on display. I thrust 3... 4... 5... time, deep, full, and filled with rage. "Scream it!" Slam your head twice, and THRUST up again full 9 inches into you. Let's see if you give in yet.

Adrian Davis:
You then start to fuck me and I feel your cock going deeper and deeper. I keep screaming and you slam my head twice. I give up now, I can't resist any longer to all this. You thrust all your 9 inches into me hitting my prostate and now a big moan comes out from my mouth as I scream your name.

Eugene Scott:
As you scream my name, I give a big old smile for the camera, holding you there I thrust a couple more times not pulling out like a knife, but just enough to finish the job. 8... 9.... 10! Hold it deep inside of you, my cock sore from all the rough riding, but I do what was expected of me back in my champions days. I hold you in the my Full Sex Nelson, pretty enough for all them picture to be taken. "That's right Adrian. I win." Turn and thrust you off my cock to the center of the ring. Bell rings as I hold up both hands, Ref coming over to me to make it official, this crowd in awe of what they just witnessed. Eyes look over to you knowing the crowd is gonna want spoils, and John Page will tell you that I never pass up on dessert.

Adrian Davis:
You finish your job and I stand there suffering. I won't be able to walk for days after this. You completely wrecked every part of my body, ass included. You turn and thrust me off your cock and I fall face down to the center of the ring. The Bell rings declaring your victory and the ref makes it official while I lay down on the mat totally out of strength. I hope let me go now, but I know you won't

Eugene Scott:
As I saunter over to you, I can see how broken and beaten you are. I still have the passed off look on my face, reaching down and pulling you to your knees. I slap my sore dick to your face and make sure you know it well. "I'm done fucking you. Clean it up good boy, and stroke yourself while you do it." I give my order deep and stern, press my cock to your lips, then wait for you to do what you are told.

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Adrian Davis:
If I refuse to do it you will make me regret it for sure, adding more pain and suffering, and I can't take more. You pull me on my knees and slap your cock to my face, that's so humiliating. "Yes, sir." I say and press my lips on your cock and start to lick it while I stroke mine.

Eugene Scott:
It's at this point I ease up, letting you take my cock into your mouth to do your work. No need for roughness at this point as you fall in line with my orders. A second load is building as you suck me off, my head looking down at you like a man who don't trust a new worker. After a few moments of cleaning, I give you a genuine smile, and reward your actions by stroking your hair, hand coming to rest on your neck as you work. Crowds cheering the action, you can taste some precum starting to leak. "Keep it going boy, you're gonna swallow this load."

Adrian Davis:
I then take all your cock in my mouth and my head goes back and forth while I suck, cleaning it up well. I'm glad you stop being rough and I start to like it, even though I still feel pain all over my body and you can hear me groaning sometimes. I have to follow all your orders to not piss you off again. I keep stroking me and precum leaks from our cocks and I swallow your. I'm close to shooting another load.

Eugene Scott:
Your cum will add to the stains on this heavily used canvas, this federation having a history drawing such attention. A final thrust into your skull with my slit to the back of your throat, I start to cum again. "Ah Yeah...." I don't moan, I don't yell, I simply stand there stoically feeding my seed while the crowd cheers. Once my balls are done pumping their juice, I slide my hand to the side of your face and give you a soft pat. "Good boy." I then pull my cock slick with saliva from you, turn, and exit the ring. Once I'm out, whatever medical staff is here, move in to help you if you need it, as for me, I'm off to take a well earned shower.

Adrian Davis:
I feel my balls churning and I shoot another load emptying them. You keep fucking my face until you cum too, feeding me with your victory seed as I swallow it all. You then pat my face calling me a good boy and pull your cock out of my mouth. I fall on my back again, not able to stand on my feet. I lay there completely broken as two IPW medics come to me and take me away.

Eugene Scott:
While I shower, I already hear word spreading about the match in the locker room. Can't a man shower in peace for Christ's sake? I may be looking elsewhere for new competition, but this place, IPW, is special to me. While I’m looking at new horizons to dominate at, I can't wait for what is coming next.

Published: 2022-07-27, viewed 137 times.