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. - Rioku Zakoi - Age 21, 5’ 5", 149 lbs, 8’ Cock

Madison Jones:
I got an interesting offer from Rioku Zakoi, a Catboy who came through the bar a bit ago. He was interested in me, saw my SECW matches, and thought I would be a hot opponent. At first I was dismissive, he's normally outside my size, he's smaller, leaner, younger... I also didn't realize if I was... well... unusual myself in some ways. Regardless I let it slide until I heard from Commissioner Starfox that Rioku came in second in last year's big Chatfigher Tournament that he organized. Intrigued, I did some research and saw how Rioku fought hard against The Superboy in the final round. Needless to say, I was rock fucking hard watching it. I immediately reached back out to Rioku to take him up on a special match in the SECW in New Orleans, a place I've been doing some family research into. I'm happy to say he accepted, and now I'm in the locker room getting dressed. Single fall match, Pin / Sub win, Full Erotic, with Loser gets Fucked of course.

With everything setup for action at the Bourbon Pub, I arrive a bit early and get cleaned up. I see him come in while I'm getting dressed, and happen to be naked fresh from the shower as I give a friendly wave. "See you out there, they are about to call me." I smile as I slip my trunks on then lace my boots, the sounds of the last match finishing to the cheers of the crowd. "Thanks again for accepting, looking forward to this."

Rioku Zakoi:
I visited the famous bar everyone loves to go on and on about, that's how I met Madison in person. A big guy like him, able to pull off such boner-popping moves in the ring? I'd be an idiot NOT to ask him to fight me. He seemed reluctant at first, probably because he assumed his size would make this a squash match. I was ready to accept his decision until I found out he had changed his mind last minute. I wasn't ever really sure what inspired this change of heart, but I wasn't going to complain either. I arrive at the venue for the match, heading into the locker room only to be greeted by the glorious spectacle of my opponent butt naked. His massive cock immediately catches my eye until he speaks up, getting dressed. "Oh of course, so am i!" I respond casually, stripping down to change into my gear as well. While the clothes come off and the black tights go on, I take the time to really size up my opponent.

He looks heavy for sure, maybe somewhere around 200 ish, and he seems just a tad shorter than 6ft. I've seen how he gets in the ring too, his libido is both his greatest strength and biggest weakness. The only question is, how do I counter a high sex drive matches with a mountain of muscle. Most likely the way I always do. There's two advantages I know I have on this guy for sure. My agility for one, always being the nimble and speedy opponent with a heavy hit. And second, my anonymity. He knows i've seen his matches, and perhaps he's seen one or two of mine, but that just means he doesn't know everything about me to be prepared, I plan on using that to my advantage, eager to take down one of the most toughest sexiest fighters in the league as a humble guest in their ring.

Madison Jones:
I'm looking you over too, getting a sense for you while lacing up my boots, eyes on you while my fingers work on autopilot with the lacing. No real need for talking, but I observe how agile you are, just like in your big match. About then the last two competitors come in, holding the other up arm over the shoulder, both buck naked covered with sweat and some cum. I can't help but to smile. The stage hand then gestures to me over ready for me to head out, I hear the announcer start up as I head out. "See you out there."

Announcer:
"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!"

Alumina English Cover

Madison Jones:
An English cover of the song Alumina starts playing as I head out to the ring, fans cheering for me as they immediately recognize the melody. I wave to them as I walk out in my blue trunks and boots, all while a spotlight follows me. As I get to the ring, I slide in under the bottom rope, hop up to my feet, and do a few punches and kicks to get in the mood. Fall back to my corner and while my music fades, gaze turning to the entrance for Rioku to come out.

Rioku Zakoi:
I smirk seeing him make his way to the ring, my heart racing as I begin to feel my eyes sharpen at his punches and kicks, seeing how he throws them before taking a deep breath. Just then I feel a hand on my shoulder as the stage hand informs me that it's my turn. I roll my neck a bit and nod as I begin to walk out towards the ring.

Queen of Rose

Announcer:
"And his opponent, hailing from New York City, standing at 5'5" and weighing 151lbs, Rioku "Copycat" Zakoi!"

Rioku Zakoi:
The song Queen of Rose begins to play in its original Japanese version, the crowd stirs in excitement to see a guest fighter on tonight's match up. I smile and casually wave to the crowd, sporting a pair of form fitting black tights, black combat boots with red bottoms, black elbow pads and red knee pads. My spotlight color being a bright red to match the theme of the entrance as I slide into the ring and climb the ropes. I flex both my biceps at the apex of the song, riling up the crowd as much as possible before I hand down and turn to face you in the ring.

Madison Jones:
I listen to your theme music, recognizing it of course as I'm a fan of not only the game, but the character. The lyrics are a little too fast for me to fully understand on the fly, but that doesn't really matter as most of my attention is on you as you come out. You wear more gear than I usually do in the ring, that worries me some because things like knee pads can be weaponized if a person is resourceful enough... which I suspect you are.

The Ref calls us to the center of the ring to go over the rules, while we are standing there I hold out my hand for a handshake. "Good luck out there." Warm smile on my face.

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Rioku Zakoi:
I smirk and reach my hand out, gladly shaking your hand. After the ref reviews the rules with us, and turns to walk away towards the edge of the ring, I immediately leap forward at close range, aiming my armored knee directly towards my opponent's lower abdomen! That big bulge caught my eye before, and if he's wanting a rough match, I'm more than happy to bring the pain right to him! I capitalize on my chance for a surprise by aiming my knee strike towards his navel with a quick leap upwards and into him. If it lands, I predict he will double over from the blow, and attempt to wrap my arm around the back of his neck for a classic RKO style slam to the mat!

Madison Jones:
You pull back as do I, bell rings and you immediately come at me. I'm aware of how fast you are, and something you might notice as you throw that knee is that my left hand slides down to cover my groin protectively. I know you are fast, which isn't to say that a cruiser like me isn't fast myself, but you have the edge there. My attempt to guard my groin costs me as that kneepad hits my gut, abs firm and clenched as you make your first dent in that wall, but I don't double over that easily, not this early. Instead hands wrap around your knee, and I fall to the side flinging you behind me, holding the knee the whole with a Dragon screw. I make sure not to let go until I hear that satisfying sound of your body hitting the canvas, as I saw in your match before, you were able to flip like crazy and get out of basically any throw... almost like you were a cat.

Rioku Zakoi:
I let out a grunt of pain as I find my back impacting the cold hard mat. The roar of the crowd is deafening as they see us go at each other right out the gate. I growl in frustration at the clever yet annoying throw. My free leg lifts high into the air before I aim it at your lower gut once again with a sharp kick, letting the heel of my foot rocket down towards your exposed abs! If the hit connects, I use the force of the blow to attempt to release my captured leg from your firm grasp, and roll back onto my feet! I guess this guy did his homework, but that didn't mean he knew all my tricks yet. It was clear based on how he misread my first attack. This was still a doable win, and it'd be a first to my knowledge of an outsider taking down a SECW native in their own ring.

Madison Jones:
On my back next to you, leg still captured, thinking about how to inflict more punishment to the joint, you raise your free leg and slam it down into my gut, second big hit this time with me clenching up first. You succeed in getting me to release, rolling away back to your feet. I growl from the pain looking up at your left hand feeling my abs. Seems we both have a target. I bring my knees to my chest and then Kip-Up to standing, bringing my arms up defensive in front, getting ready to counter some strikes when you come my way.

Rioku Zakoi:
I watch as you get back up, circling you slowly with my guard up like it's a boxing match. I know that weak strikes wont do a thing here, so I save my energy for openings towards your gut, it's the area with the most headway right now. I stalk closer to you, suddenly rushing in and feinting an uppercut to your stomach or groin, before jumping up with the momentum and attempting a harsh dropkick straight for that big beautiful broad chest of yours.

Madison Jones:
You see my defensive nature and come in, faking me out with that uppercut. Hands come down to block and counter it, left hand linger slightly lower around my groin protectively again. With my arms down, your dropkick connects with my chest, your 149 lbs weight crashing into it causing me to stagger back. I don't fall, you aren't heavy enough for that without building up momentum first. I let out a loud grunt, half frustration, half anger, as you come down to the canvas catching yourself no doubt like all us trained athletes know how to do. I then bring up my right elbow, and try to slam it down with a elbow strike right to the back of the right knee, the one I was targeting earlier and worked on with the Dragon Screw.

Rioku Zakoi:
I quickly catch you approaching again out of the corner of my eye with my rather sharp senses, rolling to the side to avoid an elbow strike before firing my own counter in the form of a donkey kick aimed right for your temple! It's crucial for me to land these big hits early in the match in case I have a harder time doing so later, so I'm taking every chance I'm given~ After the kick, hit or miss, I begin to get back on my feet and start climbing the ropes!

Madison Jones:
As I'm falling down for the Elbow Drop, you roll away, me managing to lift my bicep up a little higher so I absorb the impact to my side and not right into my elbow. The downside to saving myself from that is that I have to eat your mule kick, quite literally. Both of your combat boots hit me alongside my face, the momentum shoving me away from you. I use that momentum to roll away on my side a couple of rotations to the ropes while you are going and climbing one of the turnbuckles. I pull myself up to my knees using my right hand on the rope, catching sight of where you are, then play up the pain with a huge grunt, "FUCK!"

Left hand checking my face for blood as I got a slow motion up close look at the tread of your boots, but I'm also playing up the pain while my body is showing a glimmer of sweat from all this exertion, and I am starting to slow down some... Even still I have enough to prepare for you with the distance between us. If you come diving at me or whatever you have planned up on those ropes, I wait till you are in midair committed to the action, and then roll out to let you eat the canvas.

Rioku Zakoi:
I smirk seeing you, as a certified brat however, I can always tell fake whining when I hear it. I keep climbing, up to the top rope, flexing for the crowd to earn their favor a bit before backflip high into the air, in your direction, but not directly towards you. I may be revealing a bit of my hand with this large jump, but I figure it's better to use it rather than lose it. As I fly through the air, the crowd eager to see us collide, I notice you begin to move out of the way, which is just fine by me. The jump lands me just on the edge of the ring, directly on top of the ropes that were behind you! I land gracefully like a tightrope walker , the rope suspending my lightweight body as I quickly shift my body towards you, launched off the rope as I go for a close range flying clothesline with all the built up momentum. The crowd will watch in awe as I debut my new move, the Purrfect Landing!

Madison Jones:
You go jumping from the turnbuckle on the other side of the ring, marvel at how you are able to fling yourself all the way across the ring like that. I smile when you launch yourself, duck out of the ring as planned, turning towards it, getting ready for you to splat in front of me. The crowd is cheering at your high flying move, and I have to admit it is impressive, even more so when you land on the top rope with perfect accuracy, then spring back up like it is a trampoline. I am legitimately in awe at the sight as you come down to me, clothesline and built up momentum landing you right on me taking me down to the padded cement with a loud grunt. Fans next to us on the other side of the barricade are cheering for both of us. Now... for the bad news....

With that purfect landing on me, you also purfectly landed right into the arms of a grappler. The pain of the impact echoes through my body, grunt and moan loud in your ear. It then that my arms and legs come around you, trying to pull you into a submission... not that it would be valid out here for a win. I slide my arms up under yours, secure them, spreading your arms while bringing my legs over your thighs. Spreading you out perfect in my grasp, my head pressed right up alongside yours. You can feel the breath hitting your face, clear indication of pain from your impact showing, and probably not the best grip. I HOLD you here, stretch you out going for pain, all while the Ref is looking over the ropes at us. I lock you into a grounded Crucifix Nelson... Ref starting his count as I hold you. 1.. 2.. 3..

Rioku Zakoi:
I groan feeling my body stretched out by your bigger frame, you’re using this chance to inflict some damage while the ref starts counting! I know better than to sit back and let you dictate the pace of the match, and I certainly won't be taken down by a ring out! I brace myself for what comes next, as my tail appears suddenly along with my feline ears. I pull my tail back before launching it forward beneath my spread legs and yours, letting it collide right into your exposed crotch as I attempt to break out of the grapple and climb back into the ring. My limbs burn with pain from the stretch as I pant heavily.

Madison Jones:
And there it is, the thing I knew you were hiding because this feline behavior and traits were on full display when you pulled out all the stops on Superboy. Your ears appear, maybe even flicker with their soft fur against my face, tickling me slightly. "Aww, kawai." I say as I force a smile while breathing heavily holding you. You might be a cat, but I got you locked down. Then... I feel it. Your tail juts out into my crotch, that smile quickly disappearing and I bite my lip. "FUUUU...." I give one more good pull of your body to shove you off me, hands coming to groin as I curl up from the surprise low blow. Meanwhile the Ref continues his count... 4... 5... 6...

Rioku Zakoi:
I smirk and pant heavily. Knowing I only have a little time left. I give you a harsh curb stop to the side before sliding back into the ring, eager to see if you even make it back in time before the ref finishes his count. The adrenaline now fully pumps in my veins as I glance over at the ref hungrily. My sex drive starting to kick in as I eye both you and him down, debating if I can make him join me for a three way when I win the match.

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Madison Jones:
What you may not have noticed while I was holding you in that Full Nelson variant, is that my cock was pretty hard and pressing against you, though given all the stuff going on, it's a detail that could easily get lost. Regardless, as I'm on my side there, a few fans of mine cheering for me, begging me to get up, I grit my teeth approaching the limits of what I can easily shrug off in this match. Ref count continues... 7... 8... Fuck! I pull myself up to my knees, right hand grabbing the bottom rope, head popping up with a lock of agony on my face. 9... Eyes widen as somebody in the crowd yells at me to get back in, and like that, roll in under the bottom rope saving me the count out just barely. Still by the ropes, hand still on my groin, I'm recovering... but I again play up the pain. I get ready to grab your tail and SQUEEZE it hard in my hands, when you get close, happy to test the myth of a certain weakness that people with tails seem to have.

Rioku Zakoi:
I pant slightly, taking this moment to catch my breath and regroup while you're in more critical damage territory. I smile a bit seeing the crowd cheer me on, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying how eager they were to see me win! I begin performing a somersault, bouncing from my hands to my feet, then back to my hands, over and over as I build up speed and momentum! When I get close I push off my hands and open my legs to try and catch you in a headscissor. My goal is to let the force of the impact bounce you off the ropes behind you and then pull you forward to the mat, slamming your head against it and squeezing your skull in a tight headscissor. If there's one thing that can put a good squeeze on a guy, it's my legs!

Madison Jones:
You start somersaulting towards me, and I let out a groan as I'm not sure if this is practical or if you are just showing. I keep and eye on my goal, that tail... The building speed though is too much for me to keep up with, you and so when you launch yourself with your hands, your legs easily wrap around my head while my back hits the ropes, you crotch hitting my face in the process. I rebound off the ropes and fall to my back, your legs squeezing my head tightly, me being forced to look up at your face as you get a purfect photo shot of the SECW rising champ under you at your mercy... my blue trunks tenting badly and on full display. Gritting my teeth and growling, almost canine like, then going through with my plan to test that myth now. Both hands grab your tail, right hand at the base thumb practically being shoved into your ass. Left hand grabs the section of the tail right past my right hand, and then with you squeezing my head, I clench my hands and squeeze as hard as I can.

Rioku Zakoi:
I moan slightly feeling you grab at my tail. "Very Good, someone's done their homework" I tease, squeezing harder as I eye your bulge. "You know, if I were some rookie weakling, that would probably have me begging for mercy. But just like most attacks, you learn to build a pain tolerance. Now then..." My tail quickly latches and snakes around both your wrists, pinning them together as it locks them in. "I think you need to take a little lesson in humility, so I'll put you down for a bit and show your fans how a real rising star handles business!" I offer, squeezing even tighter against the big guy's neck, grabbing him by the hair and smothering his face into my crotch to cut off his oxygen intake.

Madison Jones:
It's good to know the myth is true. It's less good to know you have built up a tolerance. Hands bound by your tail like I've ended up in some bondage ring, now with you squeezing my head tighter, eye bulging like you said. My face is going red, I need to react, but fuck... as you pull my head up to your crotch feeling your cock against my face, that thin fabric the only thing between us, my cock twitches. Perhaps to your surprise, my head pushes up as I nuzzle into your groin with my face... almost affectionately, a light sniff as I take in your scent... I'm a tricky one too, and I'm using that as a distraction. I then try to reverse the schoolboy pin by clenching my core up and bringing my legs up, hoping to grab your head and slam your back down between them.

As an added bonus, if it works, my hands bound behind you should line up purfectly for the small of your back to come crashing down right on them.

Rioku Zakoi:
I feel your weight shifting, quickly reacting to your legs attempting to grab my by leaning fully forward, my body now resting on your face as the weight of the smother increases. I admit, the nuzzle does stir my cock, but that just leaves you less room to breathe down there as it gets hard from the rubbing. "Nighty Night Madison~" I coo, tightening the grip once again to wrench every last ounce of air you dare to hold inside.

Madison Jones:
You might think that leaning forward saved you from your cocky behavior telling me it's nighty night time. My face is red, starting to go blue even, hands bound. You underestimate something though, just how much force I can generate with my legs with those impressive kip-ups I do. You see, Maddy never skips leg day....

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My legs did come up to grab your head, and you leaned forward, but they didn't go back down. Instead they cover closer in, knees pressed to your lower back, and then I KICK OUT with as much force as I can generate, hoping to get you off me so I can breathe... before I go out.

Rioku Zakoi:
I grunt suddenly as I fall forward, tumbling off of you as I groan from the force of the kick in my back! I cough a bit, growling in frustration as I pound my fist against the mat. I nearly had him right where I wanted him! No matter, I have other ways of tying this chump out. I just want to get my fun in first~ I start getting back up, eager to tussle once again as I approach quickly, going for a fake punch to the face before sliding behind you and attempting a German suplex!

Madison Jones:
There is no need for that fake out, I'm too busy recovering. The force knocks you off me, hands come free from your tail as they come up to my neck while I take in a DEEP long breath. The Ref actually looks concerned I might be out for a moment until I turn over on my side, and start trying to pull away from you. You almost had me, almost knocked me out cold in what would have been a pretty humiliating position. I manage to pull myself to my knees as you come around to me, feel your hands come around my sweaty core for that German Suplex you are angling for. Eyes go wide, fear swells up, I swing my elbows back and try to disrupt the move, hoping to buy another round of recovery as I breathe deeply.

Rioku Zakoi:
I grunt as I can't quite fully execute the move, feeling an elbow slam against my temple as I let go and fall to the mat in a daze. "Agh fuck!" I growl out, panting slightly as my visions blurs and doubles. I'm not quite sure how you land as I had you in the air, but not fully slammed before I dropped you to the mat. The crowd gasps as we both lay on the mat, eager yelling at us both to get back up and keep fighting.

Madison Jones:
Shoulders collide with the canvas, the loud impact sound echoing and filling the arena with many fans cheering. As I lay there, my left eye twitched as in mild annoyance that so many of my fans love to see me suffer and end up on the receiving end of things. I lay there back to the canvas, clearly stunned, chest heaving, slick with sweat. Oh fuck... I feel another loss coming. Color is returning to my face, head to the side to look at you as the Ref stands over both of us. I groan and try to push myself up with my elbows, but need a moment after that power move. With both men down, starts his count... 1... 2...

Rioku Zakoi:
I pant seeing you lay there, and then it clicks in my brain. Having taken far less damage so far, I manage to get back up, throwing my tired body on top of yours but not for a pin. I grip the waist of your trunks and pull on them to wedgie you, forcing you over onto your chest. I then straddle your large back before stripping your trunks. The crowd roars as they can figure out what comes next.

Madison Jones:
Down on my back you are able to recover first, pulling yourself on top of me. You're not going for a pin, but instead grab my trunks and wedgie them, forcing me onto my chest. I groan as you take control of me, starting to push myself up with my hands, but that is when you pull my trunks down my legs, exposing my bare ass and soon my cock to the crowd. GROWL when you do this, shove with my hands as hard as I can, basically throwing you off my back, my blue trunks in your hand as a trophy for my humiliation.

Rioku Zakoi:
I pant slightly as I stand on my feet, holding the trunks in the air. I toss them to the mat for now, planning to take them home when I win, and back against the ropes before launching myself towards you. I run at top speed aiming for another hard clothesline right for your collarbone! My eyes locked onto the massive nude frame of yours, especially that well hung cock~

Madison Jones:
With you off my back, I'm starting to pick myself up, my sweaty body on display for you, the crowd, and all those cameras to see.

Right as I get up to standing, the sound of your feet coming away, I manage to get my hands up in time to cushion the blow, but I still fall to my back again, a loud sound echoing out as the SECW rising star begins to fall again. Though it is worth noting with the falling star, he has quite the rising cock.

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Rioku Zakoi:
I quickly pounce on top of him, attempting to pin him by the wrists rather than those broad shoulders. I didn't wanna try to end the match just yet. I wanted to savor it first, I start teasing his bare hole with my spandex covered bulge, dry humping him as a low growl escapes my chest. A look of dominating satisfaction spread across my face.

Madison Jones:
You grab my wrists holding them down alongside my head and I feel your hard cock in your spandex pressing against my ass, pressing in, pressing right up against my hole. We are practically face to face, your cat ears catching my eyes as I lay on my back under you. My legs come up around your sides, clasp behind your back, and those big quads I showed off earlier... they SQUEEZE. I'm gritting my teeth as I do it, buckling, trying to get my hands free.

Rioku Zakoi:
I let out a groan feeling the harsh pressure on my waist, the pain increasing by the second as I growl. "Agh! Damn!" I'm forced to let go as I use my hands to try and unlatch your legs from my waist. Squirming and struggling all the while, my bugle pressing and bumping against your bare ass.

Madison Jones:
Laying under you my hands now free, my whole sweaty hairy chest and erect cock on display, you rightly switch your priorities to getting my leg off you. You're in the grasp of a grappler though. I reach those hands up, aiming to grab your head, and try to pull it down to my chest for headlock, the type you see in Guillotine Choke. If it works, I again try to grip my legs around you, wanting to completely lock you down in a guillotine.

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Rioku Zakoi:
I grunt feeling you lock in the choke as I gag and cough roughly, pulling my head as hard as I can to try and break through your large muscled arm. I groan and cough harder, smelling the warm musk of your sweat as you hold me down. My bulge tenting from the intimate hold as I keep squirming around frantically. The crowd gets excited as I start to feel my vision darken around the edge after a few seconds. "Shit..."

Madison Jones:
Big smile on my face as I think I might have this catboy locked down good. My back is hurting still from the German Suplex you pulled off, but I hold you tight there mustering everything I can to edge out a win. You can feel my hard cock pressed against your abs, its wet tip pushing just past my foreskin leaving trail on you pushing into to you, just as much as I can feel yours trying to slip inside of me and fuck me. "Give it up, Rioku! Got you!" I growl, a deep almost animalistic tone in my voice.

Rioku Zakoi:
I pant out before thinking of something. I use my tail to snake around your bare cock and begin to stroke it gently. Working the shaft with my tail, I keep struggling hoping that you can't focus long enough to finish out the choke and give me a chance to escape! If successful I pull myself forward to straddle your chest and go for a schoolboy pin!

Madison Jones:
I think I have you, big smile, I think I feel you going out! "Fine, go out then!" I growl willing to take a win by knockout if I have to. That's when I feel it, the variable I don't normally have to deal with, your trail again. It coils around my cock, briefly causing me to wonder about how fine of bones it has in it. Regardless, as you start to stroke me, you get a soft moan, but also part of a grunt. My foreskin is up still, a protective shield guarding my most sensitive spot, yet still the act of stroking is causing a visible distraction in me. "You fucker." A light thrust of my pelvis as a result of the stimulation, I keep trying to hold the Guillotine on, you are not free yet from it, but I'm losing my grip, both with my arms and legs around you.

Rioku Zakoi:
I pant as I keep stroking, using my hand to grope and massage your pecs while the other reaches down to finger you a bit. I'm aiming for all the stimulants I can to overwhelm you. My theory being that if you try to tough it out, you'll blow your load and get tired, but if you let go I get free regardless. I just have to tough out the choke just a bit longer, but it's hard as my vision keeps darkening.

Madison Jones:
And as you keep working me, your strategy seems to be working. "Oh fuck..." What was once a tight grip trying to keep you locked down now starts to shift gears. I start trying to push you away, the choke coming loose while my right hand reaches down and starts trying to pull your tail from my cock, frantic look on my face as I'm getting closer... though still a ways off because of raised skin, to cumming. Legs pull to the left then the right trying to get you off me, growing more and more afraid your mounted position will soon take full dominance.

Rioku Zakoi:
I leap my nimble body on top of your broad one, finding the look of concern and pleasure on your face entertaining. "You know what? Let's make sure you stay down huh big guy?" I tease, leaning my weight forward in the pin as the ref slides over and begins his count, all the while, my soft tail works your sweaty rock hard cock in order to make it cum!~ We both hear the ref yell "ONE!" As he slams his hand down to the mat

Madison Jones:
Well this is a new one for me for sure... Somebody trying to make me cum while actively pinning me. You leap on my chest, tail still around my cock stroking me. I probably would have cum for now had it not been for my foreskin still up. Growl at you again as you tease me and the Ref slides next to us to start the count. There is some shifting behind, I'm trying something, a sudden moan from the stroking. "TWO!" I then kick up my legs, them coming up around your shoulders, and PULL your back down between my legs reversing the School Boy. Legs come up over your shoulders and hold you there as I still feel your damn tail around my shaft, but now the situation is flipped as the Ref starts his count against you. "One!"

While I have you like this, I decide to even the odds. Hand slide to the waistband of your tights, under it, gripping your rock hard cock. I start to counter stroke you now hoping to add to the distraction.

Rioku Zakoi:
I let out a sudden gasp feeling your legs pin me down, followed by a loud moan and growl. I wiggle beneath you as I suddenly hear "TWO" Panicking about what to do next, I desperately try to pull myself free by releasing your cock and slamming my tail against your balls for a groin busting low blow!

Madison Jones:
"TWO!" Big SMILE as I look down at your face. "GOT YOU!" I call out while stroking your cock, already thinking about if I make you cum after the 3 count or move to something else. Then I feel it, my eyes go wide, cross a little as your tail for a second time hits my balls for a low blow. One hand still in your tights grabbing your cock, the other reaches down as the pin breaks, me almost falling over on my side. Left hand comes down to cradle my balls as your legs slip off over me, breaking the pin... The crowd is a little confused as to what just happened.

Rioku Zakoi:
I pant out and get to my feet, still wearing my gear, just clearly rock hard before I walk over and start to walk over and go for your legs. Grabbing them as I attempt to flip you onto your chest and step over you. The crowd can tell what's coming next. If I manage to get you in this position, I go for a vicious boston crab while my tail comes back to play with your cock some more, working the tip by trying to pull back the foreskin.

Madison Jones:
With me you off me, my cock is a bit more visible to the crowd and cameras. As you can see, even when fully erect, it often stays covered. Pulling me into a boston crab, I let out a cry as I haven't recovered from the low blow yet. Ropes are not too far away, I start CLAWING at the canvas, pulling us, and thankfully because of your lighter feline weight, it's something that I can actually make progress towards. I moan though as your tail coils around my cock again, this time pulling back the foreskin. Long moan as you start stroking me, followed by a grunt of pain from the boston. I crawl forward... Right hand... left hand... right hand.... and REACH for the rope. Trying so hard to get it, me coming to edge while you milk me.

Rioku Zakoi:
I feel you trying to crawl for the ropes as I plant my boots into the mat, slowing down your progression as I keep the hold and continue stroking your cock. "Face it, tough guy or not, you're not too tough to hold your load in!" I growl out, picking up the pace. "I want that cum, give it to me!" I demand, looking back at you while I pull hard on your legs and ankles.

Madison Jones:
Left hand.... Right hand.... You dig in your boots. Long moan almost boarding on a whimper. Right hand stretching out! "FUUFUUUUCCCKK" I start to cum.

A thick shot comes out first, followed by another steam, rope after rope shooting forth some getting on the fur of your tail. I give a long moan as it happens, the pleasure hitting me full force. The load is large, heavy, as though I haven't shot in days, it spraying onto the canvas under me as many cameras take pictures, the crowd cheering for your accomplishment.

Rioku Zakoi:
I smirk hearing you cum as I let go and drop you, getting up and using my leg muscles to help me lift as I flip you over onto your back lifting your legs up over my shoulders into a missionary position. I lay over you, peeling down my tights so that my ass and cock are exposed. "My turn...." I breathe out huskily, as I slide my wet cock into your tight ass with a bit of force.

Madison Jones:
Flipped on my back, you can see that look of a many who just came, deep breathing, sweaty chest and body for you to admire. You then lay on me, raise my legs up to gain access to my hole as you pull down your tights. Oh fuck, I know what's coming next... I start to feel you invade me now, push yourself into me right here in the ring before the match is even over. Face scrunches up from the entry as you pierce me. "You fucker...." My cock is still dripping below me, the post orgasm fatigue hitting me full force as you start to fuck me right here and now.

Rioku Zakoi:
"Mmmph! You, had this, coming!" I growl out in between thrusts, pausing for a split second and smirking. "No pun intended" I chuckle before continuing. Each thrust is motivated by the gorgeous view of the worn out muscle head beneath me. His big broad pecs just tempting me. I finally cave and lean down, licking and sucking his nipple as I bury my face in these massive pecs. The smell and taste of him only makes me wanna hump faster and harder into him like a cat in heat. The crowd goes wild seeing us go at it like this, especially with me being a first timer for SECW. The roar of people cheering me on to fuck you harder makes me feel alive!

Madison Jones:
"You fu... you fucker." Still trying to catch my breath as you come down on top of me to lick my nipples. You're in position for Guillotine again, how foolish of you... But I don't think I have the strength to keep it locked with you plowing my prostate like this. Instead as you continue to fuck me, long moan of pleasure from the thrusts into me, I realize I'm still by the ropes.... and your thrusting is pushing me inch by inch closer by sliding my sweaty back along the canvas. I reach up my right hand and grab it, this time it is firmly within reach. "Ro... ROPE!" The Ref sees it, ordering you to release. But as we all know... you have to the count of 5 before you get disqualified. I fear you will keep fucking me for every second while I struggle to hang onto the rope.

Rioku Zakoi:
I keep pounding away, ignoring the initial warning from the ref as I moan heavily. 1 ....Each thrust is accompanied by a deep rough growl like that of a primal jungle cat.... 2 .....The sweat rolling down my body makes it glisten and shine under the harsh stage lights..... 3 .....The warmth of your tight ass hugging my cock feels so comfortable........ 4 .....The size of your muscles as I grope them in my hands! All of these feelings come to a halt when I reluctantly pull out of you before the 5 count. However, I'm not letting you off the hook that easily! But before I can approach the ref separates me from you. I get annoyed, grabbing him by the collar and telling him that if I don't get to finish what I started with you, that HE'LL be the unlucky victim.

Madison Jones:
With each thrust, each count, there is moaning from me, my cock getting hard again from the shear stimulation of my prostate. More importantly though, I'm taking a rest during my afterglow which is starting to pass. When the ref is about to count you out, you pull out and start threatening him. Bullying the Ref... how despicable. I fully understand the throes of lust and how they make you misbehavior, but your actions spark something inside of me. I grit my teeth now that you have pulled out of me, it's time to strike.

You are leaning towards the Ref if only slightly is enough for me to get the position I want. Hand coming off the rope, I reach up with both of them and grab you around the neck, pulling you to my sweaty chest that you seem to love so much. Legs wrap up over yours, your ability to move likely hindered because tights are only pulled down a little, not completely removed. As for safe guarding my cock from your tail, there is only one solution... I shove it into your ass. I like you down into a Rear Naked Choke, growling into your cat ears as I do.

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Rioku Zakoi:
I let out a rough sounding gag as I feel you pull me into your tight, hot, constricting embrace! I growl and struggle in annoyance, reminding myself to give that ref a piece of my mind later. But before I can plan my revenge and snake my tail around that ever so useful cock of yours, I feel that same cock burrow into me, pounding away as you growl in my ear! I can't lie, this position, the dominant teasing, the buzz of the public audience, it all stimulates me and makes my cock twitch as I take the beating. I Pry at your arm before gasping out. "You already lost ONE load, sure you can handle two?" I ask, clenching my ass around your cock to keep you here. You might've saved your cock, but your balls are still open for punishment! I use my tail to feel around for them before I place a tight squeeze on your sack, hoping to make you let go of the rear naked choke! This match is finally picking up again as the crowd is primal with excitement!

Madison Jones:
Another Growl as you start to struggle, start to wrap your tail around my balls, start to flail on my cock. "You're right." Right hand stays constricted around your neck, left hand comes down to your balls now. "Payback!" I grip them, and SQUEEZE, hoping the pain from that relieves the punishment coming from your tail on my balls. It's curious though... Why is the Ref ignoring this? He seems to be distracted by something in the audience, or maybe he is just pretending to be since he didn't like being threatened by you. Afterall, he was rescued by me.

Rioku Zakoi:
I look towards the ref as he stands there, not calling it off. "Bastard! Get him off of me-ACK!" I gag again as I choke, my tail quickly moving to apprehend the hand abusing my balls as I pant weakly, groaning. Your large muscled arm keeps a hold of me though, and I can't do much with my tail keeping your other hand busy if the ref plays favorites. I suddenly feel my vision darken again, no, not now! I was so close!

Madison Jones:
Your tail comes to pull at my hand, and it does wrap around to fight my grip, but then I shift it to your cock. "You haven't cummed yet. Let me help you with that." Fingers coil around your shaft pinky to index, thumb pressing against your tip no doubt slick with precum from you fucking me. I start to slide my thumb in a circle on the tip while stroking my fingers up and down the shaft, my right right arm around your neck still choking you. I wonder what will happen first, you cumming, you going out, or you tapping?

Rioku Zakoi:
I can't believe this, I had this big ape right in the palms of my tail, he was this close to being defeated! Now I'm getting the tables turned thanks to that damned referee! I wanna fight back, I want to throw this muscle head right off of me in a judo style slam and pound him into next week! I want to prove my worth to all these people, who spent the better part of this match cheering a guest fighter on like I was their champion. And most of all, I want to fuck that bastard ref's brains out! But I can't in this moment, Madison's unbelievably large arms have me choking and stimulated. My brain can't focus enough to formulate a plan, and on top of it all, the guy is still pounding away at me, humping me like a dog! It's all too much, the weight and form of his muscled body on mine, the heat it radiates, the pleasure of his rock solid cock pounding into my tight ass, the little air I have left leaving my lungs as they feel like they're on fire.

I weakly moan as I fire my load like a rocket, shots of cum shooting out as some hits the ref and a few of the front row seaters.

Madison Jones:
There is some amazement from me of just how powerful your cum spray is, and some quiet relief you didn't blow that inside of me. I keep stroking, making it rain with your load until you sputter out. That grin of mine is back as I thrust into you a few more times long and deep, my hand coming off your cock and up to fully secure the choke of the Rear Naked. I thrust a couple more times, feeling myself getting close to a second eruption, but I hold back until the match is clearly over. "It's over Rioku. Tap or Nap." I'm tightening up my big ape arms, I go to choke you out now.

Rioku Zakoi:
I grunt weakly as my arms shakily start to rise up. The crowd and Ref is watching closely to see what happens as I do so. Thought's of what could happen run through my head, maybe a powerbomb? Followed up by some well deserved stomps to the gut? Some hair pulling and face smacking for extra humiliation? all sound like heaven, but it's sadly not the reason why i'm lifting my hands. As they rest on your massive forearms, there's a gentle tap against them, the ref separating us as the bell rings! The crowd roars into a frenzy of cheers as the ref lifts your arm into the air!

Madison Jones:
I release you immediately, slide you off me, pulling out, and rising so the Ref can raise my hand. Hand comes down and rubs my balls, them having taken more abuse than they should in a match. ...which to be clear should be no abuse, as it's against the rules. Regardless, I stand for a moment victory over you, only as long as needed while the announcer declares it. I then drop to my knees beside you, checking your neck while my cock sticks out like a solid pole. "Are you okay?" It's always my prerogative to check on my opponent before proceeding to the spoils.

Rioku Zakoi:
I groan weakly as I look up towards you. "ngh....huh...?" I hazily look up as my vision slowly focuses, seeing the victor towering over me. My face immediately goes flush with a soft red as I look back down at the mat in defeat. "Damn it...." I mutter, realizing what's happened as I let out a breathy sigh, the sweat dripping off me onto the mat as my cock slowly leaks the last bit of cum left on me.

Madison Jones:
My hand comes to rest over your left peck, feeling your heart softly. "That was tough... but you know the deal, Rioku. These people paid to see it, and I'm going to deliver now." I then slide around behind you, lift your legs missionary style like you did to me, part your cheeks, and proceed to enter you. I look at your face while I do, a warm smile on it, no menace or resentment for what you did to me. Leaning over you, your knees almost to your chest, I begin to thrust inside of you soft and slow, never pulling out, but sliding back and forth full 8 inches sliding along and into your prostate over and over.

Rioku Zakoi:
I wince slightly when you first enter, panting hard as I growl towards you. My face reddens with embarrassment as the crowd cheers you on. I can't bear looking you in the eye when you smile towards me, feeling you pound into me stirs me on more as I pant and moan weakly. My body feels like static from the long fought match as this simply adds to the electrifying buzz of stimulus.

Madison Jones:
As I was already thrusting inside of you from the Rear Naked Choke, my balls had already started to churn another load. I seem disappointed with your eyes looking away from mine, not wanting to share this moment. As the weak moans start, I know you’re feeling something, some level of pleasure and so I take hold of your cock again, more gentle this time rather than the fevered stroking that comes during mid combat. With more thrusting now, speeding up, and stroking of your cock, I come to the edge, my eyes reflecting the look of a man about to cum.

Rioku Zakoi:
I turn beet red in the face feeling you stroke my cock, the touch of your warm hand making me turn my eyes towards you. I can't help but stare into your soft eyes and handsome face, feeling you pleasure me to make up for things. My heart thumps softly as I cant help but cave into the pleasure, moaning more and I lean up to kiss you deeply, ready to burst at any moment from the passion of the sweaty post match fucking.

Madison Jones:
You look into my blue eyes, soft and gentle right now, the underlying emotion of Lust feeling them.

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You then come up as I lean down and embrace for a kiss while I keep thrusting. A moment later, you feel it, my eruptions inside of you as I moan in your mouth.

My hand keeps working your cock, the same circular motion on your wet cockhead as I did before. I stroke and stroke while we are kissing, slightly afraid of the force of the geyser about to hit my chest.

Rioku Zakoi:
I let out a soft moan as I pull away from the kiss, firing another thick load, each shot hitting you in the chest with the force of the spray of a water gun. I pant weakly as I go limp in your arms. Lazily looking up towards you with a satisfied look of exhaustion, it's not over yet and I know this. You still have to finish up.

Madison Jones:
My second load drains out of me inside of you, me pulling out after you fall into your catnap, some of the large load pooling on the canvas. I then go to lift you up in my arms, collect my trunks placing them on your chest for you to keep, you did rightfully claim them after all. Finally I then leave the ring taking us back to the locker room to get cleaned up, I pass by Commissioner Foxy. "Consider signing him." I then continue hoping this cat doesn't mind showers.

Published: 2022-05-21, viewed 127 times.