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. - Jackahmmer Rod Jackson - Age: 34, 6’1”, 240 lbs, 8” Cut Cock

Madison Jones:
This one is a little different for me, some mixed feelings. I managed to take down Apollo Jackson after having lost twice to him, and the second time getting fucked. He’s a handsome man for sure, but AJ was never quite my type. I finally beat him last week and fucked him at ringside, even flexed some while I finished doing it. I might have gone too far while I was doped up on the win. Now I have a challenge from his older brother, Roderick, who I think aims to beat me badly in this single fall loser gets fucked match. I’m up for the challenge, SECW has been pushing me to new heights, growing outside the shadow of my dad. Not to mention, I’ve always had a crush on Rod, going all the way back to that Speedo Contest at the back in September.

I lay around on the beach here in Jacksonville, thinking about the things that have led up to today. Simple blue pair of swim trunks and a bandana on my lotioned body, no doubt getting plenty of looks from passerbyers.

You are not logged in. - Spring Break Maddy

This tour hasn’t been as good as the last one for me, a couple of losses already and it’s only half done. Rod has more experience than me, is bigger, is also older, but still in his prime. He’s a good challenge I justify to myself, and plan to give him everything I have today. Phone alarm goes off reminding me it's about time, and so I kip-up and head to the changing tent where I slip into my blue trunks. Rod loves Pro Wrestling and everything about it, so I decide to go ahead and get my boots on too this time, even though I’ve been going barefoot for the rest of the tour. Notice him come into the tent while the last match is finishing up, and give him a friendly wave… try to gauge how angry he is with me for my win over AJ.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
Eye Madison cooly. The dude messed with my brother. He was cocky about it too. I have nothing against him. Respect him as a wrestler, like how he runs the bar. But he messed with AJ, and the Jacksons look after each other. "Time to get rough dude." Is all I say as I pull on trademark white trunks with "Jackhammer" script wrapping my bubble ass, white pads, white boots with black trim... and a loose white tank.

I pace in the tent, keeping to myself, getting focused. Mad is tough in the ring. But I need to take him. It's a family thing. Just.... is.

Madison Jones:
I grit my teeth a little at that. "Yeah... time to get rough..." A little worried now, but I don't have much more time to think about it as the last couple of guys come in from the previous match, naked of course, looking like they had plenty of fun. I head out as I hear my theme music start up, an english cover of the song Alumina.

Announcer:
And now the Main Event. The first competitor from San Francisco California, standing 5’10 and weighing in at 198 lbs. He is the rising star of the SECW. Madison Jones!

Madison’s Entrance - Alumina English Cover

Madison Jones:
I make my way out from the tent wearing my blue trunks and matching boots. Wave to the cheering crowd as I walk down along the beach sand. The Florida sun reflects off my lotioned body as I make my way to the ring. When I get to the Apron, I slide in under the bottom rope, hop up to my feet and throw out some punches and kicks to get into the spirit. Fall back to my corner and look over to the tent waiting for Jackhammer Rod Jackson to come out and play.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:

Rod’s Entrance - Born This Way

My pumps out over the sound system and I head out to the apron to a mix of cheers and a few boos... Madison is a popular wrestler, and I've sometimes been known to get pretty rough in the ring... I bound up the ring steps, plant hands on the top rope and vault over, landing with a THUMP

I climb to the second turnbuckle facing the crowd, peel off the tank and toss it out to the fans, causing a bit of a scramble then drop down, turning in mid air to land facing Madison with another THUMP as my boots thud on the canvas. Lift arms for the ref as he pats me down, my eyes on Madison the whole time.

Madison Jones:
Your heavyweight status is showing for sure, each thump making the canvas shake some. Of course you know all about how to intimidate with subtle actions, but I just shake my head as I get in the game. Come center ring as the ref inspects me next, him talking about a clean fight. I hold out my hand for a handshake, my standard custom. "Not holding back today." I say, waiting for you to take it... another test to see how pissed you are at me.

You are not logged in. - Handshake

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
Offers you a shake, but it's perfunctory, then step back, stretching a few last pulls on the ropes, waiting for the bell.

Madison Jones:
Pull back a little, bell rings, and I come right back in hands up fingers wiggling, looking for that Collar and Elbow. Stand there waiting for you to lock up, readying to guard my core if you go for a strike instead. My gray blue eyes are focused on yours, mind entirely set on beating you and making you tap-out.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
Circling you confidently... then closing the distance and coming in for a collar and elbow tie up, big size 11 boots digging the canvas, ass flexed, my wide lats flaring as I smack into it, wrenching with you... driving you back slowly toward the ropes.

Madison Jones:

You are not logged in. - Collar & Elbow

Driving me back, you probably know my matches well enough that I often Monkey Flip from the Collar and Elbow, but I don't this time. You see my real goal now as my eyes shift down looking at your left leg. I bring my right leg up, and kick the side of it, looking to start disabling you early on in this match... a lesson I've been forgetting to do with the other heavyweights I've been taking on lately.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
Grimaces as you kick the side of my leg but I use the stagger to pin you on the ropes, arching you back, pecs on yours, abs moving in and out against yours as I breathe... ignoring the ref's light tap on my shoulder calling of the break, eyes boring into yours

Madison Jones:
Chest to chest with me against ropes, I see that hard look in your eyes. The crowd senses it too, and can feel the tension between us. There is some real anger there. I don't buckle under it though, even though my instinct are usually to try and smooth things over with words. We are fighting as men here, so I shake my head side to side. "Get off." Then shove you away from me. Hands coming up front afterwards defensive, looking to counter some strikes if you throw them.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
Lift arms innocently, palms out... but as soon as you step off the ropes, I rocket a big BOOT into those bricks, and when you double up, follow it up with a double axe handle! WHAM!

Madison Jones:
Your arms up, think you're gonna back away. That's better, then I stupidly lower my guard and get that kick to gut. I slump forward a little, growl as I do, hands reaching forward to grab you around your core as you slam your hands into my back with the axe handle. I drop to my knees, hands around our thighs instead of your waist like I was aiming... that's fine. Wrap both of them around your left knee, then rise and try to Dragon Screw down behind me putting you right against the ropes if it works.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
SLAM to the canvas on my back, rolling away, holding my leg... hauling myself up on the ropes and kicking that leg out to get the circulation going again... eyeing you... pausing... eventually circle.

Madison Jones:
I roll away from you wanting to avoid your hands, knowing you know how to use your weight to your advantage with all types of moves. Get to standing, a smile on my face as I eye that leg some more. Hands come up defensive, I inch my way in towards you, reach out for your arm, and try to Irish Whip you across the ring behind me into a corner, looking to force you to run on that bad leg.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
Boots thunder across the ring and I'm slammed back first into the turnbuckles, arms over the top... it's a hard hit to the back.

Madison Jones:
I don't hesitate to follow up, I charge after, shoulder ready, crowd cheering. I go to SPEAR you in the corner aiming to knock the wind out of you.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson: LEAP out of the corner, turn and land another DOUBLE AXE HANDLE on your exposed back as you eat the turnbuckles head first.

Madison Jones:
Rushing forward blindly, I think I have you when suddenly you leap out of the way. I try to put the breaks on, realizing I've fallen for one of my own maneuvers. Shoulder hits the turnbuckle hard, crowd gasps as the SECW favorite takes a heavy hit, compounded a moment later as your Axe Handle comes down on my back. Let out a cry, then grit my teeth, hands coming to the middle ropes, shove myself back first into you while my right arm comes up to feel my left shoulder that ate the brunt of the impact.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
Grab a fist of your hair and pull you up, big turnbuckle SMASH to your forehead, BAM!

Madison Jones:
Head hits the turnbuckle, me letting out a cry. I am not helpless. I throw my right elbow back behind me a moment later into your gut, shift using that pain to face you, hands grabbing your shoulder and the side of your white trunks. My shoulder hurts. I try to throw you 225 lbs frame into the steel post shoulder first to give you a taste of what I'm feeling right now.

You are not logged in. - Shoulder to Steel Post

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
Shoulder crashes into the post and I SHOUT in pain, crumpling off the middle turnbuckle to my back, holding that shoulder, boots drumming the mat.

Madison Jones:
You on your back from the impact, I look down at you, roll my hurt shoulder in its socket as I circle around. I want to be in the center of the ring, you still back the corner. Reach down after grabbing some hair kind of like you did to me. "Get up." Pull you up, and force another Collar & Elbow lockup. Looking at that knee, I raise my leg again trying to deliver another hit to it like before.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
Stagger from the shot to the side of my knee, wincing... frustrated, I immediately scoop you and hoist you overhead, holding you up there, then DROP to a knee and slam you over my outstretched thigh and knee! I then roll away as you absorb the blow to your abs, wincing and shaking out that same knee... having hurt myself a little with the move too, thanks to your kicks.

Madison Jones:
With the third hit to your knee, you see me grin. That boy you've watched from the bar over the last 6 or more months seems to be developing a mean side to him. With your knee hurt I'm about to say something, me thinking that it's going to be easy to lock you down, strip you, and make you cry out in submission just like AJ. Imagine my surprise when you quickly scoop me up showing off that hot upper body of yours in this Florida Sunlight, then slam me down gut first over that hurt knee of yours. Even with me trying to clench up my abs, there is a loud grunt of pain, the crowd cheering as you take back control from me, my body crumpled over your knee with my trunks showing off the curve of my ass nicely.

You roll away as I shove myself off you, falling face down on the canvas. Left arm clenches my gut, I roll a full rotation away from you ending up on my back, dazed, stunned even... legs coming towards my chest to try and kip up in a moment.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
As soon as you're on your feet I move in, bearhug and hoist you, spinning and planting you on your back, big belly to belly SUPLEX! BOOOM! Ring ropes shake! I roll up, shoulders glinting under the hot sun, the warm Florida air made hotter by the racks of ring lights surrounding us... holding your boot straight up, I deliver a series of HARD stomps to the back of your meaty thigh, punishing that hamstring!

Madison Jones:
I bring my knees up to my chest and Kip-Up like I said, the burn on my abs causing me to groan as I get to my feet. The move still looks impressive, I'm sweaty decent and that always gets the crowd happy to see me do it.

On my feet now, the pain from the gut buster clearly shows, you use that to grab me in a Bearhug. I struggle as you lift me up and slam me into the canvas, a cry of pain as the crowd starts to turn on me. Fuck... Another groan as you grab my leg, kick after kick to my hamstring, I bring my other leg to my chest and THRUST it at you, trying to knock you away as I need a moment to recover from your chain of power moves on me.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
I stagger back, then lunge forward, grabbing your boots and turn you, throwing you over onto your stomach, and sitting down on your lower back... your boots hooked under my pits... BOSTON CRAB! I snake one hand down and reach into your trunks and slow-jack you while I pour on the pressure in the hold... the crowd roaring and on their feet!!

Madison Jones:
Reeling from the move, you grab my boot and flip me into the Boston Crab, both legs under your armpits. I grunt in pain, panic filling my eyes, but I have far too much fight in me to give up this early. Then you slide your hand into my tenting blue trunks and take hold of my cock, I gasp. My foreskin is up, it is so thick it covers my tip even when fully erect of which, I'm around 80%.

You are not logged in. - Madison's Sheathed Cock

As such, when you start to jerk me off, you hear a grunt of pain more than pleasure. Hands reach forward now, I start to CLAW at the canvas trying to pull forward. Right... Left... I cry out as my left shoulder hurts from the earlier collision with the turnbuckle. Pull my right hand forward again, Claw us forward... Don't think this will work. Reach my right arm forward again, then slam it into the back of your leg trying to further injure your left knee.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
I slide your foreskin down and gently stroke your impressive and now hard dick, sitting into the Boston Crab and bouncing on your lower back...

Madison Jones:
I cry out as my elbow to your left knee didn't seem to do much. Pulling the skin back my cock gets fully hard in your hand, the underside of the skin being smooth and a little wet. I bring my left arm forward again and hammer back my elbow Again and Again, going for three strikes to it unless you release me.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
SHOUTS as a stab of pain shoots through my knee but I manage to keep my position... you aren't in a great position for those elbow shots to have much power behind them, although there's some... After a short stagger, I again bounce on the Crab, and jack your smooth shaft.

Madison Jones:
I don't know if you are aware of my weakness here, or just really dedicated to embarrassing me, could be both. The stroking of my cock causes me to ease up on the hits involuntarily, a dark blue wet spot starting to show on my trunks from the flowing precum. "Fuck!" I call out a hint of a moan in it as the crowd is against cheering for you as you milk me. I start trying to crawl to the ropes again. Right arm.... Pull.... Left arm... Pull.... Grunt from pain... Right arm... pull... Left Arm... Reach... REACHING.

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Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
Jack you faster... knowing you're dragging us to the ropes... but confident I can finish the job before you do, or at least before the ref forces me to break the hold once you get there.... jack you firmly and fast. "Come on big boy... how about some Madison milk for the fans, huh tough guy?"

Madison Jones:
Eyes wide as I'm so close to shooting in your hand, reaching... arm quivering... pain in my back.... A grunt turning into a LOOONG MOAN.... I start to cum. You feel me erupt in your hand, the fabric of my trunks getting dark blue as the substance builds, rope after rope of thick cum while I clench my eyes when it happens. The substance builds up and starts to drip through the fabric as the crowd cheers for your dominant milking of me, all while my arm continues to stretch.

You are not logged in. - Rope Grab

Ref see it, starts ordering you to let go, me hoping you will stop and not use the 5 count to further torture and milk me. You seem pretty pissed at me though...

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
I jack you with a pretty satisfied grin on my face, ignoring the ref... also bouncing on your lower back for good measure...

Madison Jones:
You milk me good, me moaning while I cling to the rope. Ref counting... 1... 2... 3... "Fuck you Rod!" I yell between gasps. Ref gets to 4... threat of disqualification if you don't release me. The images of me like this on camera though, fans cheering for you, just another disgrace on the Spring Break Brawl for me.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
Jack you faster, grinning... ignoring the ref... knowing he won't dare issue a DQ right at 5...

Madison Jones:
Then he gets to 5... A look of agony on my face from both the Boston and now overstimulation of my cock. Crowd starts booing you as I cry out and the Ref gets in your face, his thick stern southern accent showing. Being tortured so much now, hand grips the rope as I dig in and clench my teeth so hard I fear I much break a tooth. Trying to hang on till you finally release.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
I throw down your leg and turn, delivering a hard STOMP to your lower back before lifting arms innocently and stepping back, big muscular ass flexing nicely under my white trunks, the crowd booing and jeering down... I grin innocently... hard in my trunks if anyone happens to look, it's very obvious.

Madison Jones:
Face down, puddle of semen dripping from my trunks onto the canvas leaving a huge wet spot there, I breath heavily holding the rope still. Boot to my back as you stomp down, and grunt of pain as you punish me. There is anger building in my eyes along with that humiliation, such fragrant disregard for the rules makes my blood boil, especially since I thought we were friends. Problem is, milking me has taken a toll for sure. I start to pull myself up to standing, my trunks soiled from the forced orgasm. I turn towards you, hands coming up, as I make my way to the center of the rings slowly, eyes clearly focused on your left leg I've been working on. All I have to do is make tap...

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
I waste no time, diving in and scooping you, pressing you overhead, taking a step sideways and dropping your neck first across the top rope!! Crowd gasps! The ropes gyrate! I step back, arms lifted, palms up innocently, torso glistening with sweat under the hot sun and hotter lights... the ref in my face, the crowd booing...

Madison Jones:
You come in and go to lift me, hand scooping up under my balls. That's the thing that wins this exchange, a gasp from me and even some fear you are aiming to for more cock torture. Lifted up in the air, plenty of pictures being taken, you drop me on the top rope. Hands come up to my neck as I fall down, unable to speak. Eyes focus on yours as I kick my way to the corner looking helpless, that looks as though I am quietly asking just what I did to deserve this level of abuse. My helpless look is part of a ploy... when you come toward me to take advantage, I aim to mule you and kick you right in the crotch, not afraid to play dirty after what you've been doing to me.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
YOWL in pain, staggering back, then crumpling to my knees, clutching my balls... and falling to my side, face twisted up in contortions of agony, a wide boot kicking sideways at the mat.... PUNCH the mat with a fist as pain shoots through my body.... groaning in agony

Madison Jones:
Clenching my teeth, looking very angry myself. "You fucker..." Rise to my knees, and come over to you, see laying there I reach for your left leg and your right arm. Slam my boots into your back and STRETCH you out for the crowd now, your own tent showing as I lock in a Grounded Bow & Arrow.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
Shouting up into the ring lights in agony... on full display... torso glistening... big bulge showing in my white trunks.... shaking my head in pain.... face, neck turning red.... FUCKKK!

Madison Jones:
I am pulling as hard as I can, my left shoulder hurting from the act, but I'm focused on a submission now on you. You are a stubborn man, legendary resilience from what I've heard around the bar, but I've seen you fall before. Today I aim to beat you Rod and see how you like being Jackhammered afterwards! "Give Up!" I yell... trying to conceal the obvious pain from my hurt shoulder.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
I manage to kick the free boot up over the bottom rope, the ref immediately signaling you to break the hold, infuriating the crowd at the injustice of it all...

Madison Jones:
I see you kick your boot over it, the Ref yelling at me. I think about it... think hard... remembering how you fucking ignored the rope break on me. Ref counts to 1... sick grin on my face as I hold you.... He opens his mouth again... and I release. Your arm and leg shooting forward. "I'm better than that Rod..." I say looking at you, fingers clenching as I get to my knees. As much as I want to strip you, I'm looking for the win first, and will strip you when I fuck you like I did to AJ.

Grab your legs and pull you away from the ropes stepping on the back of your knees starting to wrap them with my own. Reach down over you to grab your arms trying to pull them back, getting your right arm first. I set you up for my finisher, the Romero Special.

You are not logged in. - Romero Special Setup

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
I JERK my wrist free and LUNGE, grabbing the bottom rope again, shaking it... No way I'm letting a dude as powerful as you lock that hold on... the ref again ordering you to break the attached, the crowd booing LOUDLY now.

Madison Jones: And if you are familiar with my hero the great Daniel Bryan, you know what comes next as my finisher was inspired by him. I jump up and drop my full 198 lbs frame down on the back of your knees, taking much joy in watching you suffer from the action. Step off and return to the center of the ring having successfully broken from the hold.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
Groan and roll out under the bottom rope drawing even more fevered booing and jeering from the crowd as I walk the ring area slowly, head tipped back, hand on my lower back, abs heaving, torso glistening... determined to use the full 10 count to recover...

Madison Jones:
That's fine, I stay there in the center of the ring, hands on my knees, breathing heavily as the sun and lights shine over my glistening body. I adjust my trunks, my boner on display through the soaked fabric. Ref starts counting you, and around the count of 5, I yell at you. "Coward! Get back in here and lose!" I yell it, an uncharacteristic display of aggression in me you may not have ever seen come out in the bar before.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
I smirk a bit, knowing I'm in your head.... slowly climbing the ring steps, pausing at the top, one boot one the top step, the other on the ring apron, enraging the crowd anew

Madison Jones:
I decide to echo a famous catchphrase often used with you. "Don't be a dick!" I come your way now, practically seething with anger. Reach to grab you by the head, and go to throw you back in the ring over the top rope!

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
Falling into my trap, you reach for me in anger and I sidestep you, grabbing your wrist and then your head, turning your head toward me as I stand just to your side, and DRILL you with a wicked HEADBUTT! I then grab a fist of the back of your hair and DRILL your forehead into the top turnbuckle, BAM! and only then split the ropes and step back into the ring.

Madison Jones:
Headbutt hits, me turning to the side left hand coming up to my face. "FUCKER!" I call out right hand reaching for you, but that is when you grab my hair and slam my head on the turnbuckle, me staggering backwards almost falling over. You come back into the ring and I move to you, head spinning a little. I decide to use my situation to try out the new move I've been developing...

Stagger forward and fall to my knees as though I'm dizzy, my head coming down right alongside your crotch with a groan. You feel my head nuzzle beside it, my mouth opening a little as though I aim to take it into my mouth... and while I'm using that as a distraction, I'm bring my hands up behind the back of your thighs for a setup...

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
I take a quick half-step back and send a brutal KNEE to your jaw, BAM!

Madison Jones:
You knock me backwards with my gambit failing, a cry as my head snaps to the side. On my back I groan, the flurry of head shots taking their toll. I look up to you, and you see for a moment, the look of a man who is longing for the deed... longing to be taken. It's only there for a second as the pain takes over from my general beating up to this point, brow furrowing as the crowd start to chant my name wanting me to overcome this vicious heel who breaks rules and is overly cruel. For the moment though, I lay there clearly stunned.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
I walk around to your side, my back to center ring, and grab a fist of your sweaty mop, pulling you up... stuffing your head between my thick quads... reaching down as the crowd leaps to its feet, shouting NO! and jeering, booing LOUDLY... one guy even throws a paper cup, which hits my shoulder, ice splattering all over the ring beside us as it bounces away.... and I hoist you upside down, holding you letting the fans get a good view of your impressive, glistening muscular torso and big bulge… and then kick out my boots… BOOOOM! Ring shakes…
PILEDRIVER!

Madison Jones:
You begin to set me up for it and you hear me say something. "No... don't..." You can sense the fear in me as you pull me upside down, me on display. Hands grip behind your knees trying to brace for it best I can. You probably don't know about my fear of neck injuries or going unconscious, and given how you are manhandling me, probably don't care. That fear is on display now though as you drop me shaking the ring, the impact jostling down through my spin. I slump over with a cry, a genuine cry of pain, my backside on display with my well defined ass sticking up slightly in the ring. Crowd continues to boo this brutal heel.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
I shove you over onto your back, press thick sweaty pecs into yours and hook your meaty leg as the ref drops and slaps ONE! … TWO!

Madison Jones:
Flipped onto my back, chest heaving, barely awake. You come over my chest, me being clearly out of it. I see you slide over me, a dazed fantasy I once had playing in my mind, a little bit of cold ice under my shoulder from a random drink helping me to stir. "What did... I... Sor..." I say weakly as you start the pin, my eyes looking into yours. The Ref starts the count... One! Eyes close... Two! A split moment of me wanting to just let this end... He raises his hand again for the final count as the crowd chants my name. I SHOOT my right hand up, shoulder just barely coming up. Perhaps it is because the Ref is on my side with your behavior today, but he declares the pin broken... yet I lay under you clearly beat.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
I sit back on heels of my boots... abs heaving, my torso slick with sweat.... "You're dragging this out dude... giving me no choice..." I grab a fist of hair and haul you up, scoop you and position you on my wide shoulders one hand on your thigh, side of that hand against your balls through your trunks, the other hand locked under your chin and PULLL down both on your head and your thigh... applying the torture rack with all the strength I've got... staggering once from the hurt knee, but that isn't stopping me from pouring on the pressure, pulling your impressive body in two... the ref immediately asking if you have enough as more BOOOs and JEEERS rain down on us, and another round of income drink cups bounce to the ring floor, one of them bouncing off the toe of your dangling boot...

Madison Jones:
You pull me up over your shoulders, I feel almost like a sandbag, draped out over your shoulders and on clear display. My whole body is a shimmering mess of sweat dripping from my fingers and hair as the incoming drinks get scattered around. You crank my back, bend me practically in two, and as you do I yell it. "GIVE!" I call it out, arms flailing slowly, me barely able to resist anything at this point. "Give... Please... I give Rod..." Hand comes to yours over my neck pulling at it trying weakly to get free.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
I slide you off my back to the canvas as the boos become deafening, the sharp metallic DING of the bell barely cutting through the din as the ref hoists my arm and the announcer's voice booms: "Wrestling fans, the winner of this match, by submission... Jackhammer Rod Jackson!!!"

I stand over you and then drop to my knees sitting on your bubble ass and slide your trunks over and across that perfect round ass, and shove mine down… and slip inside you the crowd enraged... disgusted... the ref a bit shocked that I did not allow the customary exit from the ring to give the Federation plausible deniability. I push into you slowly, groaning… OHHH fuck!

Madison Jones:
Dropping onto the canvas, I let out groan as you mount me. I'm trying to say something, but I'm so beat. Everyone knows what comes next, and I feel it as you pull my trunks down in back. You see my perfect bubble ass, the one you've seen in the bar from time to time on account of the hot tube or other acts of random nudity that, let's face it, I love to engage in.

You are not logged in. - Maddy's Perfect Ass

Laying there as you mount up on me, lowering your own cock, pressing into me, I mange to get the words out. "Please... be kind... show mercy..." Face on the side, trying to look at you, looking for a sign of the person I consider a friend, and not the brutal heel who just ruthlessly beat me. I lay there helpless under you for you to jackhammer now.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
I ease into your perfect ass... groaning... jaw dropping open.. "mmm GOD dude... so tight… I got you dude”, rocking my hips slowly, finally getting DEEP in your gut... slow strokes, spiraling my hips some....

Madison Jones:
There is some fear showing based on your behavior so far, but as I said, I'm in no position to fight back. As you ease into me, I let out a moan, fingers gripping the canvas. The crowd is still upset, but seeing the aggression calm at least shows some sympathy for me in this state. "Oh fuck... Rod... " I say, looking at you with my head on its side from the canvas. The desire from earlier you saw briefly on full display now.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
Groans and thrusts in you, slow but DEEP, sliding one arm up under yours, turning your head to the side in a half nelson, sucking the side of your muscular neck, stabbing into you now, moaning LOUDER on your skin.

Madison Jones:
Pulled into the half nelson, you see concern on my face. "Not that..." Genuine fear creeps up inside of me, and though you may not know the history, you can at least see that panic growing now. "Was I that bad... to him?" I ask literally on the verge of crying.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
Sucks your neck harder... moaning, not putting pressure on the nelson... says quietly "just wanted to get my mouth on your neck dude..." lets my hand drop to the mat and thrusts slow in you… groans… Fuck dude... you feel... amazing

Madison Jones:
The crowd is unable to hear our talk of course, the easing up of you at least not further enraging them. I try to push up to my knees now in front of you, my hand reaching down to the front of my cum soaked trunks to lower them and let my cock out. My back against your chest, I start to stroke myself again, the crowd at least happy that in defeat I'm not being violated.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
Rocking into you… mmmm FUCK dude... make me cum in you.... ohhhh h FUCK… stabs erratically… griping your hips, head sideways on your shoulder blade… losing control...

Madison Jones:
I'm stroking myself with you in me. It's not the ending I wanted to this match, my desires through it to fuck you at the end like I did your brother... but this action with you now rekindles those old fantasies I had about you. I'm more dominant now, but here in defeat, I enjoy you inside me, and with just a little bit more stroking I start to shoot a second load perfectly recorded for the camera. Sunset approaching, the light shines off our sweaty bodies as I unload again, almost collapsing against your chest in the process.

Jackhammer Rod Jackson:
Explode in you, my torso wracked with jolts as I pump warm ropes into your gut, slump on you, head sideways on your shoulder blade, and finally slide out of you, after a last shiver... tuck myself back in sweaty trunks and stand, splitting the ropes and heading back to the locker room.

Madison Jones:
I manage to stay there on my knees, chest heaving from the second orgasm. Rod was rough in the ring, but at the end he at least treated me like a person, somebody worth respect in defeat. The crowd starts to disperse as you leave the ring, many of them upset that the upcoming champ was so beat so badly. There is some solace in me realizing it could have been worse. I rise up pulling my trunks up after a minute of rest, and leave the ring towards the dress tent eager to return to the bar and get a drink.

Published: 2022-04-21, viewed 116 times.