SECW - SouthEast Championship Wrestling

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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. - Dangerous Dev - Age: 27, 6'0", 196 lbs, 7" Uncut Cock

Madison Jones:
Daytona Beach Florida, not too far from Orlando, is the next stop for the SECW Spring Break Brawl. Tonight's opponent is Dangerous Dev, a guy I haven't tangled with yet at all. We agree to a standard Pro Match, Submission / Pin win, Erotic with Stakes. During the day, I'm happy to lay around the beach and relax, showing off my body to whoever wants to see it.

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Once it starts getting close to the time for the show, I head over to the dress tent to slip into my blue trunks. Like my other matches on this tour, I forgo the boots to really embrace the beachside ring, and wait around for the early matches to clear on the card. Finally they gesture me over to the tent's entrance as my music starts up, an English cover of the song Alumina.

Madison’s Music: Alumina English Cover

Announcer:
The first competitor, from San Francisco California, standing at 5'9" and weighing in at 198 lbs. Madison Jones!

Madison Jones:
I make my way down to the ring, the crowd cheering for me as I've managed to amass a good amount of fame here in the SECW so far. I wave to them left and right as I walk down barefoot, the hot sunlight reflecting off the sun lotion on my body. When I get to the apron, I slide in under the rope, hop up to standing, and throw out a few punches and kicks. Finally fall back to my corner waiting for Dev to come out.

Dangerous Dev:
Living in New York, it's not easy for me to find time to make it down south for many SECW matches, but when Madison Jones challenged me to a match on the spring tour, I knew I'd have to make it down to Florida to finally get my chance to take him down. We agreed to have the fight at the tour stop in Daytona Beach, so I took a flight down there and arrived the morning of the fight. After a quick workout at the gym, I hit the beach to check out the action before my match and to mentally prepare myself for what I know is going to be a tough, hard-fought match with him.

I head to the locker room during the match preceding ours to change into my gear. I put on my blue speedo with DANGER written on my ass in yellow letters. It's my trademark look, along with my black boots and blue knee pads that go with it. The match is on the TV in the locker room and I see it is finishing, so I know it's almost time for me to head there. I do some last-minute prep and wait, knowing that Madison is going to go out to the ring first.

I head over to the door and watch his entrance with the door cracked open. I can tell he's a fan favorite with the crowd cheering for him, but I'm used to my opponents being the crowd's favorite in my matches so that doesn't bother me. You get in your corner, and then I hear the announcer's voice over the speakers again.

Announcer:
And his opponent, from New York City, standing at 6'0" and weighing in at 190 lbs. -- Dangerous Dev!

Dangerous Dev:
Not having much action in SECW to this point, much of the crowd doesn't know what to make of me. There's a smattering of cheers, but the boos tend to overwhelm them, as some of the fans here are clearly familiar with my heel reputation. I head to the ring, no music playing as befits my no-nonsense style. My eyes focused on you, knowing you're a tough opponent. I get to the ring, step up onto the apron and through the ropes. I give a quick flex in your direction before heading into my corner and waiting for the bell.

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Madison Jones:
Ref calls us over and goes over the rules, his general talk about a flight etc. While he is talking, I hold out my hand for a shake. "Good luck." Eyes locked with yours, slight smile on my face.

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Dangerous Dev:
The ref goes over the rules, and I see you put your hand out. Our eyes lock together and I see a slight smile cross your face. You wish me luck. I'm not used to being friendly with my opponents before a match. But you're different. I know your history in the ring and I respect you. I take your hand and shake. "You too. Let the best man win," I reply. I release your hand and take a couple steps back, stretching until the match begins.

Madison Jones:
We both step back as I bring my hands up ready for a lock up, fingers wiggling as I stay focused on you. You seemed surprised by my desire to shake hands. Anyhow the bell rings as we start to circle, and then I step in towards you trying to lock up with the classic Collar and Elbow.

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Dangerous Dev:
Neither of us takes our eyes off the other. We each circle the ring when the bell rings. You come toward me, showing you want to start the match with a collar and elbow lockup. I put my arms out and connect them with yours, officially getting the match underway. I plant my feet and immediately start pushing into you, trying to resist your pushes back to me trying to gain the early edge.

Madison Jones:
You're a little taller than me, but I'm a little heavier, and so neither of us do well with the pushing and shoving other than to enjoy the feeling of our mutual resistance. I break the stalemate first by stepping forward and bringing a knee into your gut, eyes still locked with yours. I then use pain even if you clench up your tight abs, and fling you over me with an Arm Drag. Try to lock you in as side armbar on the canvas as the crowd cheers.

Dangerous Dev:
It's a stalemate, as expected with our similar builds. You are the first one to break the lockup, sending your knee up into my abs. I try to flex them but the move happens too quickly for me to get them fully ready for the impact. Next thing I know, I'm flying across your body with an arm drag that sends me onto my back on the mat. I get onto my side, leaning on my elbow and you keep my other arm in your grip, locking me in an armbar. I hear cheers from the crowd as I swing my arm across my body. With my hand balled up into a fist, I try to land a punch into your midsection.

Madison Jones:
I'm enjoying the look of your body in this spring sunlight, crowd cheering as I take the early lead. I see you struggling to get your arm out and free, so I move my right knee down over your neck to stabilize you, right about the time you fist is flinging into my gut. Flexing up I manage to brush that one off with a growl, and reward your behavior but crank your left shoulder in the hold hoping to start softening that arm up for later in the match.

Dangerous Dev:
More cheers emanate from the crowd, seeing the guy they consider to be an "outsider" on the mat early in the match. You put your knee over my neck and manage to brush off my punch. You growl at that, then put more pressure on my shoulder by cranking it. I wince in pain, facing away from you so you don't see it. The ref checks on me to see if I want to give up. I just glare at him silently. I'm trying to think of a way out of this. I get my neck out from under your knee and try to roll onto my stomach and get up to my knees to ease some of the pressure on my shoulder.

Madison Jones:
You're right that it's way too early for a submission and I actually roll my eyes at the ref even bothering to ask this early. You get to your stomach and start to rise up to your knee, me rising to standing while matching your pace. Once you get up to standing yourself, still holding your left arm and shoulder I've been working, I spin and try to Irish Whip you into the corner behind me.

Dangerous Dev:
I get to my knees and continue rising off the mat. We both get to our feet at about the same time. You're still holding my arm. I'm going for another attempt at a punch, but before I can you spin around and send me flying toward the corner behind you. I put my right hand on yours and manage to reverse it, sending you into the corner. I follow in after you, extending my right arm out trying to pin you against the turnbuckles with a clothesline attempt.

Madison Jones:
Eyes go wide as you reverse the whip, throwing me forward surprised. Instincts kick in as I flip my back to hit the buckle and absorb the impact, ropes jittering as the crowd gives you a cheer for taking control. It's not over as your arm comes in across my chest, head flinging forward with a grunt, as I feel the full momentum of your rush hit me head on, thrusting me back into the corner with my arms over the ropes now. I shake my head, then quickly try and bring my legs up and around your core while holding myself up on the top ropes with my arms.

Dangerous Dev:
I connect with the clothesline, my body weight pushing into you, pushing you against the corner, the impact sending your arms over the top rope on either side of you. Reversing things for now, I want to follow-up, but you quickly bring your legs up, squeezing them around my core. You're using the ropes to hold yourself up. I put both hands on your legs, trying to see if I can use my strength to separate them. Hoping that keeps your attention on trying to keep me locked in the body scissors, I take my right hand off your leg and try to send a punch into the side of your jaw.

Madison Jones:
You're right that I focus on the body scissors, and with my ankles clasped behind your back, I give you a nice TIGHT SQUEEZE using my very strong legs. I grit my teeth while I do it, letting you feel just how much pressure I can muster with them.

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It's about this point you throw that punch at my jaw, the act causing me to loosen up if only a little. I growl as my head slings to the side, turns it back to glare you in the eyes, and go to SQUEEZE you again in retaliation.

Dangerous Dev:
I look down and see just how big your legs are. No wonder the oxygen is leaving my lungs as quickly as it is and I'm breathing heavily. Just by looking at your face, I see how much you are focusing on squeezing my muscular body as much as you can. The punch doesn't do as much damage as I wanted and FUCK it just makes you squeeze harder. The ref gets close to me to check on a submission again. I shake my head no at him. The punch didn't work, so I think maybe I need to try another route to get you to release me from the scissors, or at least let up on it. I know what you like in matches, so I lean my face closer to yours, trying to get it close enough to put my lips on yours for a kiss. Let's see if getting erotic can distract you from trying to squeeze the life out of me.

Madison Jones:
You lean forward towards me, the throes of combat clear in my eyes. At first I think you are coming in to grab my neck, or maybe working the angle for a headbutt. Instead... you kiss me. It surprises me for sure, enough that I do ease the legs some. I return the kiss, no heavy squeezing this time though keep my legs tightly bound around you. While we are kissing, I make my next move... I release the ropes and bring my arms up around your neck, letting my back slide down the turnbuckles one by one, as I lock in a Guillotine Choke with us in the corner.

You are not logged in. - Guillotine Choke

Dangerous Dev:
I feel you return the kiss, but you don't release the body scissors despite letting up some. Maybe you're not into erotic action as much as I think you are because we don't even finish the kiss before you attack with your next move. You lock my neck in your arms in a guillotine choke, taking us down to the mat as you try to choke more breath out of me. Luckily we're in the corner so I extend my leg back and lock my boot on the bottom rope for the break.

Madison Jones:
And as you do, the ref calls for the break. I release immediately, letting you pull away. As for your assertion about me not being into the erotic, you see clear evidence to the contrary now, because in my blue trunks there here is a huge spike form my cock sticking straight up. I use the ropes to rise up as you pull back, the Ref wanting us in the center of the ring. Assuming you don't start an immediate assault, I move to the center of the ring, arms up ready to lock up again... keeping an eye out for incoming punches as you seem to like to throw those.

Dangerous Dev:
Not all of my opponents fight clean, but you do so I expect a clean break, and you give it to me. I grab the ropes and use them to pull away from you, trying to get a much-needed respite from your aggressive attacks. Resting on my knees, I look at you and see your blue bulge getting bigger. My eyes go up to look at your face and I smirk at you. Nothing is said, but nothing needs to be said. We both know what the smirk meant. The ref tells us to get to the center of the ring. You follow his instructions. I take a few more seconds on the ropes to maximize this rest period as much as I can. I finally pull myself up to my feet. I slowly walk toward the middle of the ring and see you go for another lockup. Suddenly, I pick up the pace and go low, lunging shoulder first at your legs, trying to clip you in your right knee.

Madison Jones:
You exchange that look, a clear understanding that virtually every wrestler knows; the this sport if inherently erotic, and that some people like myself are hopelessly turned on by the struggle. At least that is what I think your look meant. Regardless I come center of the ring again, a smile on my face as I think I walked away from that skirmish better than you. Hands up, fingers wiggling, I see you come forward looking to lock up... then you surprise me. Shoulders hitting my leg, my knees especially, I fall to my side with a grunt, cheers from the crowd. I waste no time fearing an immediate follow up as I don't want you trying to take out one of my legs.

I roll on my side two rotations on my back and bring my knees up to my chest checking my right knee. A single hit to it isn't going to be enough to disable it, but it hurts from the twist. I decided to test it, bring my knees to my chest, and Kip-Up to standing showing off my athleticism. I land on my feet, cringing from the pressure to my right knee, now starting to guard it defensively as I bring my hands up also defensive, looking to see what you are up to.

Dangerous Dev:
The shoulder hits you in your leg. You grunt, which can be faintly heard over the cheers from the crowd. It seems like I'm gaining their appreciation as I'm involved in a more technical match than I'm used to having. You obviously know how aggressive I am when I'm in control of my opponent and I'm a smart fighter who likes to focus on a body part. So you know you can't stay on the mat long. You roll away from me, checking your knee when you lay on your back. From the way you're testing it, I can tell it hurts and I make a mental note of it. A bad leg can give me an important advantage as we get further into this battle. You kip up, and as you do I check out your ass, smiling thinking about possibly getting to use that later on if I win the match.

You land on your feet, and you turn around to face me. I can tell you're favoring that left leg slightly, in a more defensive stance than you were earlier when you went for lockups. Your eyes focus on me and I walk toward you. This time I'm the one offering the collar and elbow, feeling confident in this one if your leg isn't at 100%, as seems to be the case.

Madison Jones:
I do inch forward towards you, cautiously. No words between us, it's clear we don't really need those to understand what is going on. You seem to want to lock up, and so I extend my right hand for that purpose. It's my turn though to pull a trick as I reach to grab your arm, and go to wrench it behind you in a Hammerlock. If I manage to, I then swing my left leg forward and slam it back into your left shin, trying to take you down the canvas under me.

Dangerous Dev:
You pull a trick out of my playbook, inching closer to me, waiting for me wait for you. Your right arm extends out toward me, but you don't lock up. Instead, you grab my arm and bring it behind me in a hammerlock. I reach my left arm behind me, trying to grab my head. As I do, your leg comes forward and nails me in my left leg, sending me down to my knees. I take my free hand off of your head and bend it, trying to send an elbow behind me, into your abs.

Madison Jones:
Elbow hits my ribs with a big grunt, all those impacts starting to take their toll. I reach to grab that am now, trying to secure it into a Double Hammerlock with you down on your knee. If I do, I then thrust my chest forward against your back pushing down to your front as I mount myself over your ass hopefully securing you in a Grounded Double Hammerlock.

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Dangerous Dev:
After the elbow hits you, I feel you grab the arm. You're trying to twist it behind me like the other one, but I'm trying to resist. You have the better position though, and you manage to secure the double hammerlock on me. You push me forward, falling onto my chest on the mat. You mount yourself on my ass, both arms behind me and in your grip. I squirm under you, trying to buck you off me. Then I kick my right boot up, hoping you're close enough that I can send a kick into your back.

Madison Jones:
You kick a kick into my back as your body is squirming. I grunt trying to keep the hold on you, this BJJ move adopted by law enforcement to restrain people having worked well in the past. It's good to feel you struggling, my cock GRINDING against your ass as you do. I'm having trouble keeping you locked down though. I'm not going to be able to keep taking light hits like this, so I decide to take what I can and let you loose, releasing your hand and gripping your Dangerous Blue Speedo, and trying pulling it down to your knees. Try to pull them off your feet hoping to strip you naked for the crowd next.

Dangerous Dev:
The kick lands in your back, but doesn't have much power behind it given the position I'm in. It still gets you to release me, and I feel your cock that was grinding against my ass now off of me. But you don't let me get up. Instead, you grab the back of my DANGERs, and you start to pull it down my legs. "Fuck," I think to myself. It's not often my opponent strips my gear off of me. I bring my arms back, trying to stop you but I'm not quick enough and you pull them down my boots and off of me. The crowd cheers when you expose my muscled ass. "You're going to pay for that fucker. I'm the one who does the stripping in my matches." With you focused on stripping me of my gear, I do a couple forward rolls away from you. Near the ropes, I slide under the bottom rope and drop to the sand below. I sit up on my ass, trying to buy some time to recover.

Madison Jones:
I can't help but to smile as you reach back trying to stop me, the show of violating a person's modesty always adding excitement to the match. You make your statement and roll away, me taking in the sight of your cock visible as you roll out of the ring. "Sure, take your time Dev!" I rise to standing holding your blue speedo up like a trophy, a huge smile which immediately turns to wince, my reaching my spare hand to check those ribs you worked on earlier. Toss them to my corner, then start to stretch out my right leg too while waiting for you to come back in, the Ref making a big show about starting his count on you. "1... 2.... 3...."

Dangerous Dev:
You tell me to take my time, I look up at you and see you holding my speedo up as if it's a prize. "That's the only win you're going to get in this match," I taunt you, seeing you check your ribs. On my ass outside the ring, I stretch my arms out and roll my shoulders. You've been focusing on my arms for much of this match and I'm trying to get some of the feeling back in them. I glare when you throw my gear into the corner. The ref finally starts counting me out of the ring. He gets to a three. The crowd yells at me to get in the ring. "4... 5.... 6...." I pull myself up to my feet with the apron and I stand there, staring daggers at you. I know the rules, and I'm going to exploit them as much as I can.

I get on the apron as the ref's count gets to 8. He shouts out "9!" and I step through the ropes, still working out my arms. I stand in the corner, leaning against the turnbuckles. MY hard cock sticking out in your direction, leaking some precum onto the mat beneath me. "Do you like my cock? It'll be in your ass pretty soon." I wink at you while sending the trash talk in your direction. I know you're not much of a trash talker, so I'm hoping getting in your head with the taunting gets you off your game.

Madison Jones:
That leaking cock of yours is marvelous in this Florida sunlight, a smile on my face as I see the newcomer to SECW on display with some sand sticking to his sweaty body. I don't bother to respond to your bravado, you're right that I'm not much of a trash talker. I just wave you forward with my left hand, both of them up in front of me defensive. Up to this point you've shown yourself too smart to just blindly rush in trying to tackle me, it would be too easy to dodge. I stand there on guard, another gesture for you to come dance, me looking to parry some strikes so I can land a counter attack when you strike.

Dangerous Dev:
You don't respond to my trash talk, as I expected. But you don't need to. As long as you absorb what I'm saying, that's all I'm looking for. You wave me in toward you, putting your hands up in front of you in a bit of a defensive position. You gesture me toward the middle of the ring again. I cautiously approach, having been in too many matches to know better than to rush up to an opponent like you. On guard, I'm sure you're ready to go toe-to-toe with some punches, but I circle around you, putting my arms out at certain points, trying to deke you out. Now I make my move, trying to get behind you and lock my arms around your waist. If I manage to get you in my grip with my sweaty body pressed against yours, I hump my exposed cock against your trunks-covered ass. Then go for a headbutt to the back of your head.

Madison Jones:
We start to circle as you come in, it is clear that my eyes keep shifting down to your cock. The crowd is cheering as we do the dance, you looking for an opening, me looking for a counter. You manage to come in behind me and get your hands around my waist, the classic position where one man is trying to fight off a suplex. My hands come down to yours wrapped around my waist, pushing, trying to break them apart, them moving further and further down my sweaty treasure trail towards my very obvious boner. It's gonna make some good promotional images I think to myself. Then you do something I wasn't expecting, you basically thrust your 7 inch uncut cock RIGHT into my ass, the fabric of my trunks keeping it at bay though I SWEAR I can feel the fabric pushing past my hole.

Eyes go wide as it takes me by surprise, the front of my trunks growing tighter from the displaced fabric. I got to throw a right elbow backwards in panic as it seems like you might be aiming to fuck me right now, but when I do, that's when I feel your forehead collide with the back of my skull. I let out a cry from your headbutt as I almost double over, it starting to look like you are fucking me through my trunks. Guess you weren't lying about what you said. Reach my left hand back now to grab for your cock trying to pull it out of me.

Dangerous Dev:
You're trying to pull my hands apart, but then you become distracted by me grinding my 7-incher into your ass, I can almost feel it entering you even though you're still wearing your trunks. I whisper at you "imagine how much better it would feel if I wasn't the only one who is stripped right now." You try to throw an elbow toward me, but you don't connect when my forehead hits you in the back of your head. You yell out from the blow, that almost doubles you up. You bring your left hand back, trying to pull the cock away from you. I let you because touching my cock gets you off your guard. I try to lift you off the mat, hoping to bring you up and over crashing to the mat with a belly-to-back suplex.

Madison Jones:
You whisper your words, and thank fucking god you can't see my face, because it gets a little red at the thought. I manage to get my hand on your cock, go to pull it out with your leaky precum on my hand now, and no doubt a wet spot on my trunks back there, not that they are coming out of tight ass anytime soon... at least they shouldn't be.

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I stand up straight feeling like I had a minor victory getting your cock out of me, when suddenly I realize the folly of ignoring your hands, the thing I was trying so hard to get loose from to begin with. In an impressive feat of strength, you lift and drop me backwards with a Belly to Back Suplex, me landing right on my shoulders and bouncing a little, clearly taking a heavy blow as I lay there with my tight trunks barely able to hold back the spike of my cock standing straight up. I groan as the crowd cheers for you, right hand coming up to my head, left to nurse my back, me hoping that such a maneuver stained your shoulder a bit... what I've been trying to target.

Dangerous Dev:
Getting my cock out of you seemed to please you, but you quickly realized why I didn't resist you trying to do it. My plan to get you focused on my unit paid off, and I manage to get you on the mat with the suplex. We both hit the mat. I look at you, see you trying to nurse the pain you took from the move. I also notice your cock getting harder in your trunks. I grab at my shoulder. You clearly took the worst of the move, but lifting up your nearly 200 pounds may not have been the wisest move with shoulders having been worked on earlier. But I knew this match was going to be painful for both of us, and it was a sacrifice I was willing to make.

I slide over to your body and straddle your body with my legs. I reach out and try to grab your head. If I manage to lift it off the mat, I bring it toward me, locking it under my arms. Try to lock my legs around your torso and try to match your guillotine choke from earlier in the match.

Madison Jones:
You are able to apply that without too much trouble, you sliding over my body glistening with sweat. You grab my head, I the way you do, I know almost immediately what you are gearing up for, you want to lock in a Guillotine Choke on me, though I have no idea how skilled you are at BJJ moves, or if you know how to do it properly. Thing is, there is a very real chance this could cost me the match, I've been itching to do a counter to this move since I was fucked in it at the SECW Gauntlet. My run in this Tour is decent right now, so I don't mind sucking up a loss if it means I try this in real time. While you are setting it up, I lower my hand to my trunks, hopefully not noticing as you get the choke into position, and lower my front letting my cock out. The crowd can see it, and start to cheer, though you might think it is just because you are taking control. I pull back my foreskin getting ready to strike.

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With it out, I do a few things. With as much strength as I can, flip us over right as you get the guillotine locked in so you are on your back, me in the dominant position. My cock is pressed right to your ass...

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I then THRUST into your ass with my cock, no apology as you basically already did that to me. I expect that will surprise you, and looking for that surprise, I thrust my spare up behind my skull and your bicep to force an opening, securing a breathing way so I don't get knocked out. I then give you a couple thrusts in the ass to see you like the 'Fun' you spoke of earlier when your cock was invading me.

Dangerous Dev:
Sitting on you, I go for the guillotine. I hear the crowd's cheers, thinking they're looking forward to see you locked in the move you put me in earlier. As I get you locked into the hold, you flip us over. I still have you in the choke, but you're in the dominant position. All of a sudden, I feel your cock pressed against my ass. "What the fuck?" I asked, surprised that I feel your cock and not the fabric of your trunks against my sweaty body. I let out a loud "FUCK!" when I feel your cock enter my tight ass, something that many guys have had a chance to do to me.

With the surprising turn of events, I take my focus off the move and my grip on your neck loosens. You manage to get an opening, allowing you to breathe more easily. I feel your cock thrust inside me a couple times and I wince from the pain, as I'm not fucked often and your 8" is a lot for me to take. But I know I can't let you take control of the match. I'm trying not to get too distracted by the fucking. I bend my right arm and try to send my elbow into your ribs again, trying to go back to work on them again. I know I need to get control back in this match.

Madison Jones:
As you loosen up the grip on my head, I take in a breath and say something. "Surprise motherfucker." I give a couple more thrust to really emphasis it, the crowd fucking cheering me as some of them no doubt remember this happening to me at the Pay Per View last month. It's about then you start slamming into my ribs, that hurts bad, and so I let out a cry of pain. I need to retaliate, before when this happened, my opponent was fresh, and I was near exhaustion, so he was able to shrug off the hits; I don't have that luxury...

I have to risk it. I pull my arm from your choke, both hands coming down under your back. I'm knees, dig in deep, grip... and LIFT you up. 1 foot... 2 feet... 3 feet.... grunting, tensing, really digging in.... 3.5 feet! I slam you down back first, higher up if I can hit your shoulders, trying to to break the Guillotine... my cock still lodged in you.

Dangerous Dev:
You finally do some trash talking, with your "surprise motherfucker" comment. I don't give you the satisfaction of a response. If you know my reputation as much as I think you do, I'd think you're doing that on purpose because you secretly want me to go off on you and start getting into the dominant style I'm known for. You cry out in pain as my elbow slams into your ribs, continuing to soften them. You go for another escape of the guillotine, grunting as you get as much strength behind it as you can given the position you're in. I'm already distracted by having your cock in my ass. I feel you trying to lift me up, and you slam me down to the mat on my back. My arm is still wrapped around your neck, but my grip has been loosened after being slammed onto my back.

Madison Jones:
That took a lot out of me to do, but I feel like I might have stunned you. Need to prioritize, go for the arms first. Reach up and pull them apart to break the choke, DEEP BREATH as I look you in the eyes, chest heaving as I do. Shake my head a little and give you one more THRUST with my hips before pulling out of my lust drive... That's not me. I pull my cock out now, let go of your hands, and try to pull out of the Leg Scissors entirely. If I can, I roll away from you, ribs aching bad.

Dangerous Dev:
You finally break the choke, looking me in the eyes as we both breathe heavily. I feel one more thrust in my ass, then you slide your cock out of my ass and I get a sense of relief, sighing as my ass can relax without your cock in it. That distracts me enough to allow you to pull out of the leg scissors. You roll away from me, and I lay down on the mat looking up at the lights, my back hurting from the slam and my pride bruised from being fucked like that during the match. I'm not used to being on the receiving end of that. I roll over to the ropes, put my hand on the bottom rope and slowly try to pull myself up to my feet.

Madison Jones:
I am also breathing heavily as I lay on my back, my cock still out of my trunks standing straight up. The Ref sees us both down and does his job, starting to count. It doesn't last long, you start to pull yourself up on the ropes, I get up to my knees, push myself up to standing, wincing from my ribs. Fuck they are probably bruised now. I look over to you as you likely get up to standing, both know this isn't over but we may both be close. Hands up defensive, I start to inch in on you, my priorities now guarding my core and those from your strikes. When I get close, I reach to grab an arm again...

Dangerous Dev:
We're both winded and hurting from this match. We both get to our feet, looking across the ring at each other. You get in a defensive stance again, inching closer to me. I notice you trying to protect your core, knowing that's been one of the focuses of my attack during the match. When you get within range, you reach out and grab my arm. I extend my free arm out and I reach out to grab your cock that is still exposed even though your trunks are still on you. I give your dick a couple strokes, hoping it distracts you enough that you allow me to get my arm free.

Madison Jones:
I grab your arm, there is a look on my face almost like saying 'Gotcha!', then that look changes, You grab my cock, several people in the crowd suddenly cheering for your erotic attack. Looking you in the eyes, I shake my head with heavy breath, "You fucker." Which immediately gets a moan out of me as you stroke my cock again, it already having been so stimulated from being inside of you and clearly leaking some precum. Eyes widening from the action, your hand still in my grip, I start trying to throw you down from some maneuver, another stroke from you messing my attempt. You get your arm free, and I slam both my hands into your pecs to knock you away from me, that looks starting to show in my eyes of a man dangerously close to cumming.

Dangerous Dev:
I grab your cock, and your reaction tells me everything I need to know. I smirk at your moan after the "you fucker" remark. I get your pre on my hands while stroking you. You try to mount some kind of defense, but I free my hands. Then OOOFF you slam your hands into my pecs, knocking me away from you. I rub my pecs, looking at you. "Come on Madison. You know how many guys would kill to have me stroking them?" I slowly walk up to you, licking my tongue along the side of your neck and up to you your earlobe. I whisper in your ear. "Do you know how lucky you are?" I know I'm getting you aroused now. I realize this is still a fight, but I'm hoping you're forgetting that fact. I quickly bring my knee up, aiming it for your already sore ribs.

Madison Jones:
It's not too often that somebody tries to play mind games with me like this here in the ring, but that walk towards me, that whispers, I can tell you are into this. With how much fucking, stroking, and fighting are interlaced with me in my matches though, it never once exits my mind that this is still fight, and I have plenty of aches to remind me of it, my ribs in particular. You whisper your words to me, I'm looking you in the eyes with almost a glossy complexion to them as I too play mind games. I lean in for a kiss, then sense that movement of your knee coming for my weak point.

It comes up and my arm wraps around your thigh, cushioning the blow as I let out a grunt. Forehead leans against yours, eyes wincing, a tear coming loose, "That could have broken a rib..." I fall backward holding your leg, your knee, twisting my body. I fling you over me with a Dragon Screw.

Dangerous Dev:
You're clearly not my typical opponent. Most guys I face would have fallen for that, but not you. I go for the knee, but you're ready for it. Your arm wraps around my thigh. You lean your forehead against mine and I see a look in your eye, a combination of aggression and respect, and maybe a little lust in there as well.But I'm not looking at your face long. You fall backward, and then I'm flying over you, my leg still in your grip. I hit the mat hard, my leg twisted. "AHHH!" I yell out, holding my knee. "Fuck," I mutter under my breath.I try to roll away from you to open up some space between us.

Madison Jones:
I'm on my back from the impact, hand feeling my bruised ribs. I bring my knees to my chest ready to kip-up, go to do it, then wince in pain, holding my ribs again. Instead I have to roll over on my side, to my hands and knees, and push myself up to standing, taking far too much time to do the action than I would like. Hands come up defensive again, something you are probably tired of seeing; but that's how I fight, react and punish. Inching my way towards you again as you probably rise up to standing, and need to stop you from targeting my ribs, I try to lock my arm around your own arms, hoping to catch firmly in a Bearhug.

Dangerous Dev:
Looking at you on the mat after the dragon screw, I see that you're still in pain as well. We're both taking our team getting off the mat, trying to get as much time to recover as we can. I get to my knees, then make my way up to my feet. You're inching your way toward me as I rise up. I know you well enough by now that you're looking to inflict more pain on me, so I'm hoping I won't be caught off-guard. You bring your arms out, extending them and trying to lock me in a bearhug. As you get your arms around me, I know this may be my last chance to avoid a loss. I say softly "Sorry Madison" and raise my knee again, this time aiming it for your balls. A last-ditch attempt to turn the match in my favor, and I'm hoping the ref doesn't see it.

Madison Jones:
In the afternoon sunlight, both of us glistening with sweat, I'm just about to bring my arms around you as you raise your knee into my crotch. I gasp in pain, leaning forward against your chest, my aggressive hug that was aiming to disable and hurt you now reduced to me basically cuddling you. "Fuck..." I say, a few tears escape as the crowd boos the low blow. You might have hoped the Ref didn't see it, but it was a clear day to everyone watching, Ref included. I practically slide down your chest now to my knees, left hand holding my balls while my face is pressed right up beside your cock, right hand gripping your thigh.

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I then fall to my side gripping my manhood in pain, the Ref getting in your face, yelling at you, giving you a warning about the behavior. It would seem the previous Ref from my match with Foxy isn’t around anymore, as this one actually gives a damn about dirty fighting. I lay there helpless while the Ref tries to get you off me so I can have a moment to recover.

Dangerous Dev:
The knee connects, and the crowd that was cheering me earlier is giving me nothing but boos, watching you slide down my body. Your face is pressed against my cock, which involuntarily lets out a stream of precum feeling you against it. You fall down to your side, holding your package. The ref is in my face, yelling at me. I put my hands in the air. "Won't happen again ref" I assure him. I move the ref aside and walk over to you, putting my hand on the sides of your head. I slowly lift you up to your knees and look at you. "I only did it because I want to fuck you badly. You got your chance with me." I wink down at you, then lift you up some more. I try to put your head between my legs. If you don't block it, I hook my arms underneath yours, leap into the air and bring you crashing down to the mat with a pedigree.

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Madison Jones:
The Pedigree... Hunter Hearst Helmsley's famous move, and one that has an obvious weakness everyone seems to ignore given the spectacle it creates. You pull my head up between your thighs, and I don't have the means of fighting it after the low blow, my body quivering from the pain I'm feeling. Pull one arm up, then the other, a light struggle, from me as you do, and the crowd mixed one what's happening. My dad trained me on how to counter this move if I was ever put in it like this, he himself having used this counter to defeat the mighty Russe in International Pro Wrestling. I get ready as you prepare.

As you go to jump in the air, lower my head, something that would be ill advised based on how the body normally comes down. At the peak of the jump, I grit my teeth knowing this is gonna hurt like hell, but then strike my head up as hard as I can right into your groin. The subsequent impact causes the back of my skull to collide with your balls, me having no regrets now about a low blow of my own since you started it. The full impact of my body hits the canvas, the sound can be heard from quite the distance away, especially the part where I cry out in pain as my whole frontside is on fire now. I just hope my head into your crotch is enough to get you off me, because otherwise if I messed that up, I'm clearly finished.

Dangerous Dev:
You're clearly still hurting from the low blow, and you're not offering much resistance as I set you up for what everyone watching knows is going to be a pedigree. When I feel my feet leave the mat, I'm confident I'm going to hit the move on you and hoping it'll be enough to finish you off. But when we're in the air, my eyes open wide when I feel your skull hit my balls, your retaliation for my low blow moments earlier. We come crashing down to the mat, both in pain but your cries louder than mine. Both on our stomachs, I hold my package with one hand, slowly crawling toward you. Gritting my teeth, I need to fight the pain.

When I get closer to you, I get my head below your shoulder and try, with my free hand on your arm, to roll you over onto your back. If I accomplish that, I crawl on top of you, draping my sweaty body across yours. It's not much of a pin attempt, but it's the best I can do with my crotch in pain.

Madison Jones:
The impact of the Pedigree has left me completely stunned. You are able to push me over without much trouble, slide your shoulder over top, the Ref dropping down to start the count. He slaps the canvas, "One!" You hear me groan. He raises his hand again and slaps, "Two!" Groaning more, "Fuck..." You hear me say. He raises his hand, and I just barely get my shoulder up, left hand trying to push off me, right hand finally coming off my groin with a long string of precum stretching from my tip.

Dangerous Dev:
I know the pedigree took something out of you, but I don't have the ideal pin on you. The ref slaps the mat a second time and I'm hopeful that I could get the three here. Watching the ref's hand go in the air a third time, I hear you groan some more. But you beat the ref with your shoulder barely getting off the mat before his hand slaps the mat a third time. The crowd cheers. I punch the mat in frustration. You try to push me off you, but I sit on your chest, legs straddling your body. Hoping my cock in your face distracts you. I raise my arm, bending it at the elbow. I quickly bring my elbow down, looking to land it in the middle of your forehead.

Madison Jones:
Straddling my chest, I let out another groan of pain, perhaps from your knees pressing against my bruised ribs. My mouth hangs open as you get into position to pummel me, your large cock only an inch away from my mouth. My legs shift, me trying to stall as you pull back your elbow... I raise my mouth over your cock taking it into my mouth, tasting your sweet precum... Eyes locked with yours, I bob my head a little, showing a true and genuine sign of my submissive nature, hoping that will save me from the elbow. A split moment later, hoping to have given you pause, I spring to my counter. I kick up my legs and try to hook your shoulders or arms, hoping to reverse the pin with your back to the canvas. If it works, it looks something like this...

But if it fails, I'm basically fucked.

Dangerous Dev:
I wanted to distract you with my cock in front of your mouth. I feel you repositioning yourself under me. You surprise me, putting your mouth on my cock. Our eyes lock, you bobbing your head on my cock. "Fuck the elbow," I say. This isn't my first match. The minute I sat on you, I knew there was a chance you'd try to reverse it into a pin. Between feeling you squirming under me and you voluntarily sucking me off, I know something is up. I can't take any chances. With my cock in your mouth, I lean forward, hoping to make it before you trap me with your legs. If I'm quick enough, my chest is on the mat and trapping your face underneath my weight as you give me a pretty good blow job. "You've been wanting to taste that, haven't you?" I motion to the ref. "Count the pin!"

Madison Jones:
Perhaps it is because of my injured ribs, the general pain of my body, or maybe as you suspect, because I'm loving this position... My legs kick up, slide around on your back trying to hook your arms. You leaning forward causes it to fail as you feel the vibration of a moan coming from my mouth up your hard cock. You see me squint my eyes, a tear coming out as you SHOVE your cock all the way to the back of my throat. Fuck. Body starts to squirm, hands to my side, hips thrusting up weakly with my own hard cock standing up for the crowd to see, glistening with precum.

Ref already down on and checking slaps the Canvas. "One!" I THRUST my hips up, trying in vain to get you off me. "Two!" I thrust one final time, everything I have left, not wanting to be defeated in such a humiliating position...

Dangerous Dev:
You're thrusting your hips under me. I don't know if it's because you're getting into the blow job or because you're trying to kick out -- maybe both. The ref slaps the mat a second time and yells out "two!" I feel you thrusting under me again, likely expending the rest of your energy doing so. And it works. My cock pops out of your mouth, and I roll off of you. The crowd cheers. They're still against me after the low blow. "OK, you still have something left in you Maddy? Let's try to end whatever fight you have left." I get up to my feet, cock leaking precum after the impromptu blow job. I grab your head and bring you toward the middle of the ring.

When we get there, I bring you up to your feet. I look you in the eyes and give you a kiss. When I release your lips, I keep looking at you. "You're a hot guy, Maddy, and I respect you. No bad feelings I hope." After completing the statement, I put one hand on your back and the other on your ass. I lift you up into the air and drape your sweaty body across my shoulders and reposition my hands. One on your forehead, the other on your cock. I start stroking you as I lock you in my Danger Rack.

"Which will you do first? Cum or submit?" I pull down on your body, arching your back on my shoulders.

Madison Jones:
There is look of relief when you cock comes out of my mouth, as I would hate to be so horribly humiliated during the Spring Brawl Tour like that... though my own cock betrays how fucking hot it was for you to pin me like that. You pull me up to my head, and it is clear that I am beat, hands touching your body more to feel you than resist. The crowd sees this, how docile I've become, they know it's over. You pull me up into your finisher the Danger Rack, and I let out cry as I am put on display in this Florida Sunlight, my body dripping sweat for the cameras to record.

Your hand then comes up for the true finisher, gripping my cock and stroking it as I'm helpless in your grasp. I grunt, grit my teeth, and eventually moan as you stroke me, me shifting my body as much as I can try and get free. It's hopeless, but with how fucking turned on I am from everything that's happened it, it doesn't long until you force an orgasm out of me.

My cum shoots out of my cock up and onto you my chest like a fountain, glistening in the sunlight as the crowd cheers for you having done this to me. I moan loudly, a mix of orgasm and pain, then finally, after an impressive 8 ropes of semen shoot forth... you hear me say it.. "Give... I give...."

Dangerous Dev:
The crowd goes silent when I get you on my shoulders, knowing after all the punishment you've taken you won't be able to resist the pain of the rack for long. The silence turns into an audible gasp from those in attendance when I start stroking you. You're one of the most active wrestlers in SECW, the fans know how much you get turned on by that. And you prove them right, not taking long to allow your cock to erupt like a volcano, covering your sweaty body with your own man juice. I have my head turned toward you, watching you. I count eight ropes before you stop shooting. Seeing that leads to more precum flowing out of my cock and onto the mat.

Then you say the words. You give. A mix of boos and cheers can be heard in the stands, the ref calling for the bell. DING DING DING it rings, and I take my hand off your cock and gently put you down on the mat, face down. I flex for the crowd, then look down at you admiring your muscled ass. I lean down and give it a couple pats. "So Maddy, what do you say? Have I earned the opportunity to get my tool inside you?"

Madison Jones:
I am breathing so hard from the exertion as you finally lay me down basically to sleep. Head to the side facing you, you ask for the opportunity to enter me, a courtesy I really don't deserve based on my earlier behavior. I nod, silent approval, then start slowly to pull myself up to my hands and knees for you, left hand comes back to start sliding my trunks down as the crowd again goes quiet as I surrender myself to you.

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Dangerous Dev:
You're breathing heavily, head on the mat facing me. You don't verbally respond to my question, but the nod is the only answer I need. As if that wasn't enough, you bring yourself up to your hands and knees, slowly to allow me to enjoy the view of your ass. You bring your hand back and slide down your trunks. The crowd again goes silent as they see one of their favorite wrestlers giving himself up to one of the newer guys on the circuit. I look down at your waiting ass and my cock leaks some more precum. I get behind you, hands on your hips.

"I'm sure you know my reputation Maddy, I can be rough with the bottom. But not with you. You're different." I lean in and give you a kiss on the back of your head as I slowly insert my cock into your tight hole. I get ready to start thrusting inside of you, but before I do I ask you "ready?"

Madison Jones:
Mounting on me, inch after inch, quietly accept you into me without complaint. Fuck it feel good, my cock still hard, and starting to brew another load. You finish mounting me and ask if I'm ready. Deep breath. "Take me..." I say with a nod, the crowd is about to get their money's worth for this spring time match here out in the open.

Dangerous Dev:
I ask the question, you take a deep breath and tell me to take you, nodding. I take a deep breath, knowing I've been wanting to do this for who knows how long. Then I start to slowly thrust my cock inside you. Already hard from you blowing me earlier and then watching you cum in the rack. Once I think you've gotten more comfortable with the fucking, I pick up the pace a little bit and go to work on your hole, leaking precum inside of you. "I hope you're enjoying this Maddy. I know I am." Still holding your hips as my hard cock fucks you. "Tell me how much you're enjoying this."

Madison Jones:
My arms tremble as you begin to rock me, moans coming from me as you thrust right into my prostate over and over. Eyes go wide, the sunlight gleaming off us, two men enjoying each other as they were meant to after a rough struggle. "Oh Fuck.... Fuck...." I keep saying it as you fuck me, the clear sound of pleasure and ecstasy overwhelming me as you take me here in the ring. I'm clearly loving the act of being taken. I'm not one of those hard Alpha guys afraid to show this side of myself, I was beaten and clearly am enjoying the loss. I arc my head back panting, trying to get a glimpse of our face as you fuck me.

Dangerous Dev:
Your moans tell me what I need to know about your enjoyment level. My moans return the information to you. The precum is freely flowing out of my cock now as my balls continue to build up my load, almost full and ready to shoot inside you. You arch your back, letting me know you're mine for this short time that I'm in you. I see your face looking toward mine and I smile at you, nodding. A silent acknowledgement that we both know means I appreciate you allowing me this honor. You took me during the match, and I'm taking you after. "Oh fuck!" I shout. "I'm almost there, I'm going to cum. Get ready" I warn you.

Madison Jones:
Both hand on the canvas, I push up now my back to your chest, as I look to the side with you inside me.... fucking me. Right hand reaches behind me for your head as I try to kiss you, my left hand coming down to my cock to stroke it while I clench some to tighten my body for your enjoyment. Eye full of lust and passion as you take, my mind flooded with hormones, I moan as I try to kiss you ready to receive your seed.

Dangerous Dev:
You pull yourself up, your back to my chest. I take one hand off your hip and wrap my arm around your pecs, bringing you closer to me as you reach for my head. I bring it closer to you as I give you the final thrusts, watching you stroke yourself. Our lips connect for another kiss, more sensual than the earlier ones. When we start to get into the kiss, it pushes me over the edge and my cock shoots inside of you. My body shivers with my cum finally being released from my balls, giving me the satisfaction of shooting my load.

Rope after rope. Six of them filling your ass, our mouths still kissing and your hand still jerking yourself, trying to coax a second load out of yourself. I pull away from you, run my hand through your hair. "I hope that was as good for you as it was for me." I wrap both of my arms around you and put my head on your shoulder, satisfied with what happened in this ring. "What do you say we head to the back and hop in the shower?"

Madison Jones:
I continue to stroke my member as you finally erupt inside of me, another moan as you fill me up, my sweaty chest and body on display for the whole crowd. My stroking speeds up, lost in the action now, you feel my ass CLENCHING on your cock as I squint my eyes. At that point, a couple more ropes of cum shoot forth from me, staining the canvas. You pull away from me while my chest is heaving, you ask your question, and I simply nod with a smile. "How about a dip in the ocean first... then a shower?" I look over toward the beach longingly.

Dangerous Dev:
I watch you shoot your second load onto the mat, then you ask about taking a dip in the ocean. I smile at the suggestion and watch as you stare out toward the beach. "You don't need to ask me twice." I give you another kiss, then take your hand and help you out of the ring.

Published: 2022-04-16, viewed 101 times.