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. - Asian Assassin - Age 34, 6’0”, 242 lbs, 10” Cut Cock

Madison Jones:
It was easy enough to talk the Comish into scheduling another official match while I'm researching my family here in New Orleans, and this time he is sending me a new guy on the rosters, Alex aka Asian Assassin. I was impressed enough with the Bourbon Pub in the heart of the city, that I talked to the owners, and they were very quick to jump at the idea of hosting another match. I get the impression the last one really boosted business for them. In any case I offered to meet up with Alex beforehand just to get know the guy and make sure he was okay with the erotic nature of the matches I like to do. I'm sure he has seen my matches, so he should be aware of what he is in for. Me on the other hand, well this might be a huge surprise.

Come the night of the event, I'm sitting around in the back naked fresh from cleaning up when I see Alex come in. I give a wave as I start to pull my blue trunk up then lace up matching boots. I can hear the music out in the club and the announcer hyping up the event. "See you out there Alex." I give a warm smile as the stage hand gestures for me to head out, the announcer talking me up in the process.

Announcer:
"The first competitor, from San Francisco, standing at 5' 10" and weighing 198 lbs. He is the rising star of the SECW, Madison Jones!"

Madison Jones:
I come walking out from the back, the pub is packed, standing room only, and I suspect it is violating its maximum occupancy. Even the balcony is packed. I wave to the cheering fans as I make my way down, slide into the ring, and hop to my feet and throw out a few punches and kicks to loosen up. After a moment of showboating, I fall back to my corner and wait for Alex to come out.

Asian Assassin:
The SECW team called me in to set up a match with one of their sexual studs. "Madison. Yeah I know him. He's hot." And they smiled. Uh oh. They've set up a submission/prot-erotic match and gives me a stern warning... no assassinations. We laugh about it, of course. My.. professional job does NOT mix with the SECW style of course... but as a guest fighter in the roster and one that's up erotic fun well, who's to say I should not have fun?

Right before the match, I get to see Madison in the locker room. He's sexy as fuck and I get that hot cock of his just as he suits up and blood is already flowing... I try to shake my head. This is a safe space arena and he's a good guy when I first had initial meet-up with him. Hell, you know what.... I'm gonna fucking enjoy myself tonight. After I wreck him!

I see you walk out as the announcer calls your name and the crowd goes wild. I lace up my black boots and give myself one final FLEX in the mirror and strut to the ring as I get called out:

Announcer:
"And his opponent, 6ft 220lbs from Manilaaaaaa PHILIPPINES... the Asian Assassiiiiiiiiiinnnnn!"

Asian Assassin:
The crowd goes wild as I walk down the alley to the ring, my cock already visible outlining against the fabric of my compression pants. Forgot to jack off right before and I'm feeling that itch now as I walk towards this sexy hunk before me. I slide into the ring and find my corner and FLEX for the crowd to take in. Cockily nodding at you then waiting for the bell!

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Madison Jones:
I look this man over as the Ref calls us center of the ring. Man, he is cut, one of those 2% body fat type of guys for sure. I present that smile again while the Ref is going down the rules about clean fight, single fall submission or pin, with loser gets fucked. Crowd loves that part of course. While he is talking I hold out my hand for a shake. "Good Luck Alex." Though if I'm being honest, I think I might need luck here. He's bigger than me, maybe even a little leaner, and there is something about him that really reminds me of my sensei Kang... In any case I wait for a friendly handshake.

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Asian Assassin:
I nod and remind myself of the style of this match. A little out of my usual element for sure as it IS more toned down... but there's something liberating about not having to risk my life in the ring. I smile sincerely as the ref brings us together and you wish me luck. I subtly flex and do try to give a little friendly intimidation as you do so. But take your hand and firmly shake it. "You too, Madison."

A moment later the bell rings, and I hold up my hands pushing in to start a lockup.

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I start to push into you, feeling your strength, the hot sensation of our muscles resisting and fighting back against each other, an act as hot as sex itself if you ask me. Thanks to your size though it becomes obvious I'm not going to be able to push you around, and so I throw a knee to your gut hoping to catch you before you can flex up. If it impacts you well, I then try to push your hands backwards, bending your back towards the canvas, starting up a Forced Bridge.

Asian Assassin:
We lock up and I try to get a sense of your strength and power in the hold. You forcefully push hard at me, and I resist with as much as I need to cancel out your push. I get a sense that I have the advantage thanks to my size here though assessment becomes challenging as OMMPHHH your knee knocks the air out of me and you start to push me back by the hands for a bridge!

I take a step back... staggering from the sudden strike and struggle by arms and shoulders being forced back... but I rally and start to push back, forcing your hands back and to the side, spreading our arms wide. Your muscles look so damn hot as they strain but I'm not about to get distracted by that.. as I respond with my own knee to your gut... TWICE then yanking your arm and trying to whip you to the corner!

Madison Jones:
I'm pushing you back into the forced bridge with a huge smile on face, already thinking how I'm going to crawl up on you and make you collapse....

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But then you start to push back, and damn, your muscles are impressive. You're bigger than me, clearly flexible, and while I have pushed you to a better position, you still manage to get back to standing. A couple knees to my gut causes me to double towards you, head pressing against your chest, the stubble of my bears against your smooth pecs, you then go to whip into the corner. I go barreling towards it, but when I try something new in my repertoire, I jump at the turnbuckle showing this crowd that I am indeed a cruiserweight with some high flying moves in my kit. Boots hitting the, carry the momentum, flipping my body around and springing back, then try to land a Dropkick to your chest. It's my first time trying this in a real match, I hope I don't embarrass myself.

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Asian Assassin:
I get to push back up and off me and you use your smaller frame well as you jump once you reach the corner and use the bounce to leap and dropkick my chest. OMPH! Damn. Using your speed and bulk well as I fly off my meat and land on the canvas by my ass and back a little shocked from the reversal and impact. the crowd goes wild I can feel my boner grazing my pants... and I try to scramble onto my feet as quickly as possible. I find myself panting as I get up and circling around you... trying to get some distance as I try to recover. You're quick and strong. I'll need to catch you and use my size and power to wear you down instead. "That all you got, flyboy?" I taunt hoping you'd make a predictable move!

Madison Jones:
My execution of the move isn't perfect, right after my boots connect and transfer all that momentum into a nice red mark on your chest, I almost miss the landing. I manage to make it look convincing enough to the untrained eye, but you might have noticed that it could have been more graceful. I roll on my back and make up for it by bringing my knees to my chest, then kip-up to standing, showing off my muscles and making the crowd go crazy.

On my feet you get up, we start to circle. You make your taunt. "I'm full of surprises Alex." Hands up defensive, then I see you preparing for me. Recognition of your action and that I'm dealing with a defensive fighter like myself shines in my eyes. I move in slowly and throw out a fake punch towards your face, pulling my punch back at the last moment trying to bait you into a block or trying to grab it. I then slam my boot into the side of your knee.

Asian Assassin:
I see you go into a striking position and this makes me smile. Normally I'd DECIMATE anyone who dared to strike with me.... but I want to see where this will go. You work smoothly and throw your punches... your feints working and catches my knee with a side hit... but that knee was moving towards to close the distance in a deliberate break of your rhythm. Your strike then grazes my knee more and I get in good close range for me to swing my elbow right between your guard... and STRIKE at your jaw!

I take a quick side step to rub out my knee and see how bad that strike was... not so bad thankfully... so I try to get behind you... and wrap my arms around your elbow and torso.. hugging you from behind... and with a grunt effort, I lift you up and back, slamming you to the canvas hard!

Madison Jones:
Elbow to the jaw, I stagger back left hand coming to feel the blow. That's when you shift around behind me, manage to capture my right elbow as your arms come around my torso no doubt enjoying my slightly hairy chest in the process. I don't let you pull the suplex off for free, I throw my left elbow back hitting you in the side of the head while we fall backwards, my shoulders taking the hit as the first really big sound of impact echoes through the Bourbon Pub. Let out a groan as I land, and then roll away from you on my side two rotations to the ropes, hands starting to pull myself up. I can't help but to feel that boner you are rocking in your tights...

Asian Assassin:
You make sure to make me pay a toll for that suplex and I find myself rolling to my feet slowly and needing to shake my head to clear out that elbow and the static it caused. The crowd going wild starts to mess with my sense of presence as the throbbing in my head is worsened by the pounding sound. Still I shake it off enough to see you on the ropes.. and I adjust the boner in my pants.

I then start to rush towards you, and SLAMS my fists in a double hammer on your back! BAM! I wind up again for another... WHAM! Trying to keep this pressure on as hard as I can... I raise my fists for a third, aiming for your skull...

Madison Jones:
Rushing forward I feel the vibrations on the canvas from your boots. I look up just in time to feel your hammer come down on my back forcing me to my hands and knees with a grunt. You bring your arms back up for another and I start to make a plan. Second hammer connects, this time tensing my muscles and absorbing it. Your arms come up against dedicating yourself to a predictable sequence, I wait for them to start coming down a little surprised you are aiming at my skull this time. Still I'm ready to slide out of the ring, boots hitting the padding over the hardwood floor as your hammer comes down hitting empty air. My arms then grab your boots and pull you off your feet, back hitting the canvas, I start to set you up.

My back to the apron, I pull your boots over my shoulders, take two steps away dragging you out of the ring, your heavy 220 lbs frame upside with us back to back. I can tell you are a tough opponent, so there is little hesitation when I try this next part. I try to swing your frame over my back right into that thin padding... hoping to land one of my most devastating moves... the Reverse Alabama Slam.

Asian Assassin:
The strike misses and you slide out of the ring and like a slippery bastard you grab my legs and knock me onto my back again. Damn. I twist my torso to get up but then drag me by my ankles.. then from the edge of the ring you swing me off the edge.... and Alabama me into the thinner padding outside! OOMMMPPPPHHH!

The padding barely cushions anything and I feel like getting into my alley way fights again. Wasn't mentally prepared for the mental whiplash more than anything and I find myself sinking into the mats... trying to come back from the impact. I groan that I can barely move my legs in an attempt to get up. Fuck.

Madison Jones:
Upon impact about half of the crowd cheers, the other half gasps, and I stand over you breathing somewhat heavily from the act looking at you a bit in shock. Not so much from the act itself, you are like the 6th or 7th person I've done it to, and yet, I'm more shocked that I'm getting so... used to it. Maybe it is a sign of me maturing as a competitor, brutal moves are part of the game, and how you stun people to take them out. Regardless of my mental hesitations, we are in the middle of the match, and the Ref is starting his count as we are both outside the ring.

I drop to my knees now behind you, reach my hands up, and remind myself that this is supposed to be fun. Hands grab your tights, fingers sinking into the waistband while you are clearly stunned. The lucky guys right there next to us in this night club, they get the best view in the house while I strip your tight pants down your waist, and off over your boots, leaving your ass up naked for them to see. The Ref counts... 4.. 5...

Asian Assassin:
I hear the rrrripppping sound as my pants are demolished and my ass is revealed for the all the world to see...

- Asian Assassin Exposed

still groaning on the mats as the ref counts us both out... and that snaps me back to reality that I... need.... to.... get.... up..... and I manage to slowly shake the fugue out and I grab the bottom ropes and use that to PULL me back up into right just as the ref counts to 8... 9!

I find myself breathing heavily at the edge of the ring... using the ropes to get up slowly. My fully naked body now giving the crowd a damn good show.. with my beer can cock, everyone's favorite appendage, exposed!

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Madison Jones:
Having stripped you, I leave the remains of your pants there, then slide into the rings seeing you stir. When you get your chest on the apron and start to pull yourself up, I reach out and pull you in more than happy to give you a helping hand as I start to grapple with you. I wrench your right arm behind your back, pulling you to my chest, letting that fucking beer can of asian cock off to our crowd. I then bring my left arm up around your neck applying a Chicken Wing to hold you in place, working your shoulder while putting you on display.

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Asian Assassin:
Im slowly getting up and can feel you walking towards but the disorientation is still too much that I feel you grapple me.. and UNNGHHH FUCK! you chicken wing my arm and yank it back, feeling your power working on not letting me get a break. I howl in pain and my cock and torso are exposed to the crowd who are taking photos for this rare treat. Only with my boots now you parade me like a fresh catch to the hungry crowd. The pain makes my head spin harder until that pain starts to galvanize the pieces and I start to get clarity... which I work with my free arm to ELBOW your sides over and over.. as hard as I can... and forces you to release me!

As soon as I can and with the fury of a beast, I turn toward you.. snarl... then KICKS your lower abs in... wraps my arms around your neck and DROPS to give you a Stunner slam!

Madison Jones:
Oh I'm enjoying this and you can tell, parading you around like this, you can feel my hard cock pressing up against your ass. Maybe a mean side of me showing, but that changes as my face comes up and nuzzles against yours almost affectionately as the hormones kick in, as I start thinking about how I'm going to make love to you in a few minutes. Then a sudden Elbow to my side. Then another, and Another! "Fuck!" I start to push you away, but take control of me quickly, grab my head, and drop me down my jaw right on your shoulder. Crowd explodes as I recoil up and fall back spread eagle, my tenting blue trunks on full display.

Asian Assassin:
Your hard cock against my ass reminded me of the work I still need to do... no way in hell im going to go down that easy... and then watching you recoil and spreadeagled with that then is FUCKING amazing. "Yeah, yeah Madison." I say out loud to the crowd... "I'm fucking hot" which elicits a couple of cheers from the crowd. I then grab your blue trunks... and RIIIIIPPPPPPS that apart, letting your cock free to be seen by the howling crowd. I then grab your hair, and slowly force you onto your feet… but first letting your face sliiiiiiiide on my cock... up my abs... then up my pecs... "gosh you look pretty, stud." I smile down on your... then get behind you, wrap my arm around your neck to start dragon sleeper on you!

Madison Jones:
I'm laid out and stunned like the holy Austin 3:16 delivered the Stunner himself. You then reach down and RIP my blue trunks off me, reducing them to rags, my hard cock laid out for the crowd to see. So many whistles and flashes of light from cell phones, I see them and... it makes my cock twitch some.

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My cock is there on full display, my foreskin thick and up covering my tip even when fully erect, which I am. You then pull me up to your crotch, shove my face to your beer can, enjoying the photo op. Hands coming up to your thigh. You intend to transition into a dragon sleeper, but my next action catches you off guard for sure. My head nuzzling against your crotch, a look of completely submissiveness on my face looking at you, and tenderness of my touch...

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I open my mouth and take your rock hard cock into it, tongue sliding along it, starting to bob. I start to suck your cock, still full due to your forgetfulness to train it before the match. Lips sealed around it, no apparent will to fight, I bob and bob enjoying your cock, lips coming down to the base.

Asian Assassin:
My body shudders as soon as you go down on my throbbing cock... I realize that I am ill-prepared for this erotic match because the groan I make coupled with the spurt of precum I shoot into your throat makes me stop and blank out from the pleasure. The crowd chants and shouts... warnings, encouragements, threats, and lustful groans, all coming at us in waves.... I slowly remember that you always play this dangerous game in your matches.. and I have to remember that this is a match first, fuck second. "fuckkk.. fuuuuuuuckk.... pretty boy..." I mumble as my hand starts to grab your hair to pull you off slowly... my other hand raising up to strike an elbow down to your skull.. "such a fucking muscle bitch... cant wait... mmmmmmmm to worship your betters huh?..." waiting for the right moment to strike....

Madison Jones:
As much as I bob and suck on your cock, there is a genuine desire to do so, so many subtle actions speaking to the truth of my attention to detail. Keep the mouth wide, teeth away, lips sealed, and tongue pressed down sliding with its texture stimulating. It is clear just how much I am enjoying this. You then grab my hair and slide my mouth off your cock looking down while calling me a muscle bitch. I see you raising your elbow, but I'm already in motion. Arms tighten around the back of your thighs, I then LIFT, SPIN, and SLAM you down to the canvas under me completing the Blowjob Spinebuster.

Asian Assassin:
I miscalculate.. a split second's hesitation... and I blame my lack of preparation for what I cockily thought would be an easy match to dominate... and I find myself lifted up by this smaller punk and SPINEBUSTED onto the canvas! The canvas shakes so loudly with my bulk and your force applied to that the crowd had to cheer LOUDER to overcome it. Enjoying the rare sight of me getting manhandled like this. Despite the pain and shock though my cock is still rock solid... in part to your exquisite cock sucking skills (you bitch!) I lay there blinking... processing the non stop slams i've been received today and the headaches, both up and down, im experiencing at the same time... still I can't help but shoot my mouth... "Not... not bad... pretty boy... a little cheap...... but not bad...." as I slowly try to turn to one side and get up.....

Madison Jones:
The impact is great, my face coming down from it and resting on your abs, your glistening cock right by my mouth again with some precum spurting from it. I can tell how close you are to cumming, but I have a plan in mind for that release. I get to my knees while you are stunned, you are already starting to recover, starting to talk. I grab your legs and flip you in front while rising to standing, and begin to set you up. Boots on the back of your knees, I tangle yours with my legs and then reach over grabbing your right shoulders. Hand slides down as I stare at your bubble ass, fingers traveling down your biceps, forearms, and then grabbing your wrist firmly. I then reach for the left shoulder to do the same, trying to finish setting you up for my finisher, the Romero Special.

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Asian Assassin:
You start to go for a finishing hold when I feel your boots on the back of my knees and your hands slowly snaking to my wrists. "no.." I mutter... then in response, grab your wrists in return and I use my size to leverage and turn and swing you to the canvas on your side.. slamming you hard enough to release me... I get to my feet slowly... and I STOMP on your lower back to buy me more time... So I can grab your hair and pull back at it... then my hand goes between your legs and CLAWS at your crotch.... massaging those balls and squeezing those balls of yours... but the intent is more dynamic... I slowly LIFT you by these grips... and then SLAM you gut first onto my knee for an ab buster!

Madison Jones:
I think I have you good and stunned from the Spinebuster, two heavy rattling shots having landed during the match, but then you surprise me. Your large muscular frame manages to me down on my side with enough speed and force, my legs come loose from yours. I'm not as stunned from this as you might think, though you do manage to get to your feet and STOMP on my back causing me to holler out. Pulling me up to my knees by my hair, my full sweaty torso giving the perfect photo shot for the crowd with my cock sticking out hard as a fucking rock, you slide your free hand between my thigh and start to fondle my balls. Eyes squint as you do, a moan, and spurt of precum shoots from the tip of my cock as I think you might be planning to jerk me off right here. I start to shake my head and swing my elbows back needing to get you off me before you completely turn this around, unfortunately it is too late for that.

Your hand on my balls, I feel it tense up causing me to freeze in my tracks, afraid you might crush them with all I've done to you. Other hand on my shoulder, you then LIFT me up and SLAM me down over a knee in a terrible Gut Buster, a loud cry coming from me as you hold me there over your knee almost like child about to get spanked... hand still on my cock it fully erect and hanging down. "No like... this..." I manage to get out, afraid you are going to milk me like this... like naughty child being punished. Making matters worse is the crowd starting to call for it, wanting you to milk me.

Asian Assassin:
Oh that DELICIOUS sound of abs being bashed. You feel so amazing crushed by my thigh and your balls as stress relief in my hand. I let go of your nape and start to work your ass, like a schoolboy needing discipline. "Feels good... doesn't, muscle bitch?" punctuated with a SLAP on that hot ass of yours, while my other hand starts to jerk, massage, and control your rock solid cock. The crowd just CHEERING this on.

The frustration I've felt with your initial control and domination are being released now and I am single-mindedly... irresponsibly... focused on just making you suffer humiliation for that initial blitz. "Come on now, Madison.." as I jerk your cock... trying to find the sync with your body's groans, shudders, and shakes.. "Spill that load for me...." another SLAP to your ass as ALL my attention is now on making sure to give up your seed.. "Show the world how much of a jock bitch you really are!"

Madison Jones:
Oh fuck... You start stroking me, and I immediately start to respond, legs starting to shift, arms starting to push. But then what pleasure I'm getting from this starts to fade with your words. Muscle Bitch? Jock Bitch? "Fuck you!" I yell between grants. "Don't shame me for this." The nerve struck, I throw a couple of elbows at your leg now, clear anger showing. I hate it when people disrespect me like this, I start struggling hard now, it is clear you won't be able to finish the job in this position. Elbow after elbow, and if that doesn't work, and comes up to grab your balls with a very real threat of squeezing them.

Asian Assassin:
The stud starts to struggle, you get dangerously close to my balls.... I decided to end this rebellion with an ELBOW driven right onto your back... which gives me an idea... "Well now, if you won't behave yet... I suppose we just have to POUND you some more!" And with that I wrap my arm around your neck.. then my hand GRIPS your legs.... I CURL inward as I stand up... making you face me for a few moments with a nasty grin... as I SLAM YOU BACK FIRST on my other knee for Back Breaker! WHAAAAM!

"How's that feel, punk?! I bet you loved that!" And as you howl in agony with the crowd in sync... I go back to milking your cock.. going for a sexual domination path to make sure you cannot come back in this match any more.. struggle all you want.. rage all you want.. I know you run out of steam as soon as you cum bursts out! "give it all up now, Madison!"

Madison Jones:
You flip, stand, and slam me down over your knee, another holler of pain coming out to the cries of the Bourbon Pub. Through gritted teeth I'm looking at you, GROWLING as you work my cock so well, my foreskin having pulled back you touching my tip. Eyes scrunch as I start to get real close, of fuck.

I know it's coming soon, fuck... have to focus. I start thinking about things that piss me off, shit the Big Lie, the Gulf of Mexico Garbage Patch, and the shit the Supreme Court is doing right now. Chest begins to heave deeply as the lights reflect off my sweaty body, eyes starting up at yours. "Fuck you... FUCK YOU ALEX." You hand working my cock leaves a huge vulnerability, you don't have my legs locked down. My free one, the one furthest away from your body, shoots up knee striking your jaw as I shift my weight more on my back adding to the strain of the backbreaker hold. With the hit connecting, a third big strike to your head hopes to knock over and break this hold... before you make me shoot my load and lose the remainder of my strength.

Asian Assassin:
One minute im milking this sexy fucker... and then the next... another DAMN HEADACHE and im sprawled on the canvas with the crowd going wild! I barely register that third massive hit of yours as you've hit a nerve on my jaw that blanks me out for a microsecond that makes me roll backwards, releasing you from the hold! FUCK. My brain screams for a rest from the constant head barrage, my body wants release of some sort, and my instinct are shaking everything trying to wake me back up.. but not dice... the only thing is still my raging boner with 10 inches saluting the air.. then only thing with attention from me!

Madison Jones:
As we collapse down, I flip falling on my front while you fall laid out. I look over and see you there, your huge fucking cock up like a pole, tip glimmering like a fountain. I know what I need to do, and so I start to pull myself up.

We both know that when a man cums during combat, it's basically the end for them. They are left weakened, that post orgasm fatigue making them slow and predictable. It's why you normally drain yourself before these matches, not that I'm aware of that tidbit, perhaps I just got lucky today. Your cock clearly shows signs of wanting to spurt, and so I take advantage of that now. I slide up alongside you, trap your closest arm along my ribs with little room to maneuver it for striking, take your other arm and pull it behind your neck. Both legs wrap around your closest, and so I trap you in the position I so lovely have come to call, the Maddy Touch. With my spare hand, I then begin to stroke your cock, some of my saliva still on it from the blowjob from earlier.

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Asian Assassin:
my cock is completely exposed now and you quickly take advantage of this after knocking me around.

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I can barely register your hold on my arms while lost in the stupor of being head stuck one too many times... and my hips thrust up as soon as you start to jerk me off. Dammit. DAMMIT. I underestimated you. And i'm about to pay the price. You lock me down as best you can.. legs locked down and arms behind my aching head. My other aching head immediately spurting precum after a few strokes from your expert hand.. "awww damn... it... mmmmmmm" I can only moan out. "Mad... stop... no...." I jerk around trying to get away from you... and the crowd goes insane as they see me about to get milked in a sudden script change.... I can only keep moaning and weakly protest as my hunger erodes my resistance... every warrior instinct succumbing to my biology.

"Fuck.... fuckkk you......" I slowly spiral down the big loop of pleasure... my cock throbbing madly that I can barely contain it.... then an ERUPTION of my seed WAVES out of my cock... 3... 4.. ...5.... 6 massive shots right into the air and splattering all over us.... drenching my ridges with thick cream. My hips thrust up so powerfully that it breaks your hold, and I actually feel your grip on my release... and just as I feel like I can take you on again, I collapse back... exhausted... panting.... spent.... "damn you." I can only whisper... "just... just do it."

Madison Jones:
And so I milk you in my hold, eyes looking in yours, a grin as I do, but also a warm on my face of that guy you saw in the back before we came out.

Once your 6 massive shots come out, my hand starts to smear that load around on your smooth chest, almost like a lotion. Pictures being taken, I then come off you ready to end this little fuck show of ours. I stand up and pull you to your knees, your big muscles exhausted, and my cock plenty wet from you nearly embarrassing me like that. "Muscle Bitch huh? I'll show you what this Muscle Bitch can do." Those words and you trying to shame me for enjoying myself in a match, it's the anger again the fire. Arms come under you while you are slumped there, dazed from the headshot still. I put you in a Full Nelson, my hard cock pressing in towards your ass as I do. With it your doorway I growl in your ear. "Submit or I'll Fuck you like this." The crowd cheers with many recordings as I prepare to make good on my threat.

Asian Assassin:
My legs are barely able to stand after massive cumshot and I stumble as you force me on knees and take a moment to steady myself against you.

You start to load a nelson on me... and I can't muster any strength to resist. Damn. You seem to take extra mention of my name calling... something that pisses you off then? My mind swirls and stores that for future use... for any chance of revenge... redemption. You taunt me. Submit or be fucked like this. I am sure you'd do anything you want anyway and I steel myself for whatever happens. A true alpha can be beaten but never sink. "I'm.... I'm done." The words are bitter but I know I've already lost after the constant pounding and cumshot. "I give." And I slump in the hold, accepting my fate!

Madison Jones:
I have you locked in the full nelson, completely naked, your cock dripping cum as mine presses to your hole like a loaded gun.

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You then say it, and I let out a sigh of relief, my breath hitting the side of your face. There is a moment hesitation to release you, your words echoing in my mind, and there is a part of me that want to mercilessly fuck you for shaming me like that. I take the better path and lower you to the canvas, on your side, and then on your back. I look down at you, you're still getting fucked, that's the terms of these matches. I don't have fuck you like an animal though, you a person, and you deserve respect. I slide down to your legs now, and lift them up over my shoulders, eyes focused on your gaze. Hand slides around and strokes your cock a little more, a smile crossing as I'm sure that playful over stimulation catches your attention. "I'm gonna fuck you now Alex."

With those words, your cheeks spread, I push my hard cock into you inch after inch. It's a tight fit, I get the impression you haven't been fucked a lot before. "Oh god..." Hands reach forward and take hold of yours, and then I start to thrust, slow and deep, never pulling out like a knife. There is no need for that pain, instead I slide back and forth inside of you with my 8 inches poking into your prostate over and over.

Asian Assassin:
I get the impression that we haven't seen the full picture of you. You are, right now, a white knight. Almost romantically bedding conquest. I'm curious about the Dark Ravager.. the monster you hide underneath. You almost warning of fucking me triggers that question in me. And I keep that for the next encounter we'll have. You penetrate and I moan. A satisfied, deep moan. Even a prostate fuck, while typically seen as the demeaning one... can be pleasurable... if done right. And you know how to do this. My hole does resist though. More from lack of... exposure.. but this does not bother me. I look up and observe through the pain and pleasure you thrust into me. "Don't hold back, Jones." I say as my hand reaches out and then falls to the side as I grips the canvas for support. "Especially with me."

Madison Jones:
The crowd is watching, recording, many of them jerking themselves off. In the SECW, I've been known to be a resilient fighter, one who doesn't give up easy, who struggles to the bitter end, and win or lose, who fucks passionately. I'm starting to get lost in the motions, but then you tell me not to hold back. "Do you want... a rough fuck Alex?" I ask, no meanness, a simple question as I start to thrust a little hard. "Say the words..." My right hand comes to your cock now coiling around again, starting to stroke you while I fuck you. When I thrust in, my hand strokes down your fucking foot long, down to the base. "I can be nice or I can be rough. You choose."

Asian Assassin:
I grunt as you thrust a little harder. Hm. There he is. I may have lost this match.. but it has sprouted a... curiosity in this one. I am eager to push back harder next time. I will have revenge... but for revenge's sake.... My revenge will expose the depths of Madison Jones. You give me a choice for a rough or nice fuck. I smile when you ask. "This is your prize, Jones. Take it however you wish. Don't. Hold. Back." I am stronger than you will ever know.... but that I do not say. As I lock eyes with you.

Madison Jones:
Eyes locked with my grey blue ones, you see me get lost in the motion more now, the lock of a man who needs to cum. I continue to thrust while stroking you over and over, not sure if you have another load brewing or not. What is clear though is that I am close. I switch hands stroking your massive cock, right hand now sliding up to your left pec to feel your heartbeat while your legs slide off my shoulders to your side. I feel the beat, then with one final thrust up into your prostate, I start to cum.

With a big long moan, shot after shot comes out inside of you, a load so thick and full, it is like I haven't shot in days. 3.. 4.. 5.... more moaning as I start to fall over on top of you, weight supported by my arm on your chest. 6... 7......... Oh fuck.... 8............ Clenching..... 9 total ropes come out into you, a load full enough it leaks out and onto the canvas. I almost collapse in you as the afterglow takes hold, my head falling against your chest.

Asian Assassin:
I see the haze start to take over you... that sign of your own cumshot approaching. I smile as your hand touches my chest and respond by holding mine. I nod as if accepting it… You fill me up... I do not know if this is your standard cum shot but your thrust and deposit into me is impressive. I feel that fullness inside me, which has only happened a handful of times to me. You have been diligently working my shaft and as you cum my prostate reacts and take the lead to keep jerking and another couple of waves shoots from me, drenching your amazing torso in response.

You collapse on me... almost. I hold you firmly with my arms as you slowly slip out of me and the cum leaks from me. "Impressive, Jones" I find myself saying. Clarity has returned to me. I cradle you in my arms and I slowly get to my feet carrying you. Reminding everyone of my strength. I raise a fist to celebrate the match, and the crowd goes wild! I then whisper into your ear... "I hope you enjoyed that, Jones." As I keep you in my arms.

Madison Jones:
There is a light nuzzle to your chest as the afterglow takes me, then you rise up holding me in your arms. "I did..." A moment later I pull away having regained my strength as the crowd is starting to disperse. "Let's get cleaned up. You can stay in my room tonight if you want Alex." I smile and then start to leave the ring. I hope you will take me up on your offer.

Asian Assassin:
I nod and smile. You offer a night's stay at your place and follow you to give my answer. "I'll need a few beers. Oh and just make sure you offer breakfast in bed in the morning. " I saw with a smile as I walk to the lockers.

Published: 2022-05-24, viewed 256 times.