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. - Jayson V - Age: 38, 6’4”, 238 lbs, 9” Cut Cock

Madison Jones:
With Halloween around the corner, the Bourbon Pub has decided to host a Masquerade Party. As part of the SECW Southern Screams Tour, I'm scheduled for the event along with a newcomer Jayson. Since the party itself is already themed by the crowd, I forgo the make-up I've been going with all month getting ready in the back with my blue trunks and boots. We still have a couple of minutes before it starts with me scheduled to go out first. I see you around getting ready too. I offer a friendly wave while lacing up my boots, trying not to look intimidated by your size... nearly a half foot and 40 lbs on me. "Hey Jayson, looking forward to it out there."

Jayson V:
My manager had set up a match for me. An audition to join the SECW federation against the veteran Madison. I wait for the go-ahead outback, already dressed in my outfit for the night. With a leopard fur loincloth and black boots, looking every inch of a fierce African warrior. I had decided to have a little fun with it being Halloween and all. My tattooed dark caramel body had been smothered in baby oil, making my muscles pop and glisten in the white lights of the locker room. I hear you behind me and see you lacing up your boots. “Hey Jayson, looking forward to it out there”, you say innocently, your hot white body, looking picture perfect in your blue trunks. “You and me both man!” I answer, as my big cock throbs slightly. I take my leave, smiling evilly “you and me both!!”

Madison Jones:
I see you in your leopard loincloth... and wonder if I should have hired the makeup artist to do my face after all. I still have a couple of minutes, so I dip back into my locker and pull out some oil and give myself a light layer making sure to reach into my trunks and get my crotch and ass as well. You can tell I'm slightly aroused. "Yeah, it's going to be fun. Wrestling is supposed to be fun, right? Don't think I'm some jobber to be pushed over though, I'm fighting to win tonight." I close the locker and start to head out giving you the opportunity for a response before we start up our introductions.

Jayson V:
You return to where I’m waiting for my call. I see you’ve shattered your body with oil. The outline of your hard cock is clearly visible, and your trunks are now almost see-through thanks to the addition of the body oil. “You come with a reputation, man.” I say smirking. “If I wanted to face a jobber, you're not the name I’d call, give me your all!” I pat you on the back, friendly, but with enough force to let you know that these muscles aren’t for show. The announcers are about to call us so you head off to make your entrance. I get a first look at your perfect bubble butt as you walk away, almost spilling out of your sheer blue trunks. “Yep, wrestling is supposed to be LOTS of fun!”

Announcer: "Ladies and Gentleman, the following is a single fall by Submission, loser gets fucked! The first competitor, making his way to the ring for San Francisco California, standing at 5'10" and weighing in at 198 lbs. He is the rising star of the SECW! Madison Jones!"

Madison’s Music

Madison Jones:
An English cover of the song Alumina plays as I make my way to the ring, the crowd cheering as I've gained a lot of fame as the man headed toward the championship here at SECW. I wave to the crowd as I strut down in my blue trunks, many of them taking pictures with me oiled up. Here at the Bourbon Pub, in particular, there are a lot of returning locals who remember my many matches here last summer, though I can't recognize them with their masks on. Rolling into the ring under the bottom rope while the crowd is cheering, I rise to my feet and climb a turnbuckle. Raising both hands, a shower of lights from cameras flashes over me before I finally drop down to my corner looking for the SECW Newest member Jayson to come and join me.

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Announcer: And Ladies and Gentleman, making his in ring debut here at SECW. Standing 6’4 and weighing in at 240lbs. Please Welcome to the ring Jayson Varia!!

Jayson’s Music

Jayson V:
I enter the ring area, accompanied by my new entrance music, dressed in my loincloth. The crowd cheering is intermixed with Boos. It’s clear they have a favourite and a great love for their veteran champ. I don’t mind though, in fact, I quite like it. I smirk at them as I stroll arrogantly to the ring. Hoping over the ropes making the whole ring shake. I raise my arms, showboating for both you and the crowd, letting you all register my obvious size and weight advantage. I head to my corner, facing you as more camera lights flash.

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Madison Jones:
With both of us in the ring, the Ref calls us to the center. With everything going on, I notice that it's the Cute Ref again with him being back from his paternity leave. I'll have to visit with him later about that...

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Anyhow, he calls us to the center of the ring and starts to talk about us having a clean fight with threats of disqualification if we break rules. While he is talking, I extend my hand as usual for a handshake.

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Jayson V:
I meet you in the centre of the ring as the ref explains the rules. He’s quite cute and has a delicious plump ass, framed by his tight black slacks. You extend your hand for a handshake and I go to grasp it. However, at the last second, I pull my arm up and back, refusing the handshake and smirking. This causes a fresh chorus of boos to erupt from the crowd as your show of good sportsmanship is refused. The bell rings and the match begins!!

Madison Jones:
You get a frown from me as you pull your hand away, so that is how this is going to be. I know very little about you, how you fight, how dirty you might be, or how rough you might be if I lose. Normally I take people at face value and assume they are on the up and up, but you just showed your hand and I'm already in an uphill battle. I saw how my dad recently took down that bully Ares, and I was taking notes... I lunge into a Collar and Elbow with you, with our size it is clearly not a wise choice.

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Madison Jones:
It however is a distraction, once we start pressing against each other with you certainly being able to out-muscle me, I raise my right leg and kick the side of your left knee as hard as I can.

Jayson V:
We lock up, an unwise move with my size and strength advantage. I begin to push you back, determined to crush you in the corner turnbuckle. However, it’s clear you’ve done your homework and this is definitely not your first rodeo. You kick at my knee causing me to growl and drop to one knee, in shock and admittedly some pain. I may have the strength but you have the speed and maybe the skill?

Madison Jones:
You drop to one knee after I kick it, I'm quick to take advantage. It's a little early in the match for a power move like this, but if I can take it I will. I break off the collar and elbow, go to wrap my right arm around your neck reaching back to grab the rim of your loin cloth with my left hand. I then try to lift you up and drop you down head first while I fall backward, going for a DTT.

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Jayson V:
You're right it is too early for a big power move. You’ve made a mistake and a costly one. I’m Still on one knee, you wrap your arm around my head, an obvious telegraph for a DDT but not so fast. I spring off my sore knee wrapping my arms around your waist. With a huge below I drive your young muscular body into the turnbuckle, crushing you between me and the ring post. The ring shakes as your back makes contact with a huge blow. I’m not finished yet though. As I have you in the turnbuckle I feel my hand back and deliver a huge smack to your chest. The sound reverberates off all sides of the room as the blow connects to your big, hairy pecs!!

Madison Jones:
Was this a trap from you, or a dumb mistake from me? I'm not sure, but I do feel my back collide with the buckle in the corner causing me to let out a huge gasp as you're near 240 lbs crushing me, shaking the ring in the process. You pull back and go to deliver a make to my chest, me wincing in pain as the patrons of the Bourbon Pub let out an "OOOOooooo" from the sound. I Growl with this hit, a look coming from me that shows I am not happy... My arms grab the top ropes, I then kick up both knees and try to slam them both into your abs hoping to knock you away.

Jayson V:
I’m about to deliver another blow to your big pecs when you raise your knees and push me back firmly. I stumble back a little caught off guard but still in top condition. I spot you rubbing your pecs, a pink handprint already evident. I beckon you forward “bring it on!”

Madison Jones:
Having knocked you away, I step out of the corner ignoring the red mark on my chest, hands up front defensive while the crowd is getting into the action. I start to circle with you with no intention of locking up. I decide to test some waters, I throw a kick with my left boot at your abs again, you are plenty fresh to catch it. If you do, I then jump up and slam my right boot into the side of your head with a Step-Up Enziguri.

Jayson V:
Again your move is easily telegraphed. I’m experienced and know a trap when I see one, you throw a kick at my abs but instead of doing the obvious move of catching your foot I sidestep you, causing your leg to overextend, and showcasing impressive speed despite my size. I follow this up by aiming my huge muscular arm at your neck, hoping to clothesline you into oblivion.

Madison Jones:
Dodging the hit, I'm left open as your clothesline lands. My arms are still up, so it is easy enough to protect my neck from the incoming blow, but you easily knock me to my back with a loud clatter. I let out a grunt, my back aching from the impact with it taking another hit, but it's strong and can take some punishment. I roll away from you two rotations to the ropes and start to pull myself up using them while letting out a long groan as my left hand feels my back. If you come charging at me, I drop down holding the rope and maybe let you go flying to the outside.

Jayson V:
I rush you and like you had hoped I fly over the ropes, landing on the outside in front of the excited crowd. I stumble, as I hit the ground landing on my feet and catching myself on the railing. I turn and grab your ankles, pulling them out from under you, causing you to fall back on your already sore back. I pull you out to join me on the outside.

Madison Jones:
As you go barreling over the ropes, I catch a glimpse under your loincloth as does that crowd, it is clear you are wearing nothing under it. I don't fall as far as you would like while you pull on my legs, for as I dropped down holding the ropes, I ended up being only a few inches from the canvas. You do pull me out though while you look to engage in some roughness outside the ring. It's not my preferred style, but I can accommodate you. I reach for your right arm hoping to take advantage of your right knee I hit at the start, and try to sling you into the Steel Steps near a corner.

The Cute Ref isn't too pleased with us outside the ring, he starts his count. "One... Two..."

Jayson V:
You grab my arm and with all your might attempt to Irish whip me into the steel steps. I stand firm though and hold onto your arm preventing you from releasing me, reversing your whip, and attempting to send you into the steel steps, a mirror of the move you had just attempted!!

Madison Jones:
Both hands holding your arm, I go to sling you behind me, but to my surprise, you barely budge. Eyes wide as I try again while you stand firm. You then reverse the maneuver and sling me in the steps, me managing to flip myself around so I hit it with my chest gut instead of my back. I fall to my knees over it, I am not off to a good start in this match. Expecting you to come up behind me and capitalize on this, I play up the pain and get ready to slam my right elbow into your right knee to compound the damage there.

The Ref keeps counting. “Three… Four…”

Jayson V:
I see you laid out on the steps, obviously hurt. I grab you by the hair and you drive your elbow into my knee. You're definitely skilled, showcasing a tactic I had used many times before in my matches. To target one particular body part and unfortunately for me, it’s my right knee. “UGGGHH” I growl loudly as you connect. “Little fucker!!” I pull your head up and slam you face first into the ring steps. I limp back slightly and balance myself with the ring apron. Flexing my knee back and forth trying to alleviate some of the pain that is throbbing there.

Madison Jones:
My elbow to the knee lands just as I hoped, a smile on my face as I feel I am making some progress there. You then grab my head, pull it back, and go to slam my head down on the steps. I don't let that abuse fly though, I pull up my left hand to cushion my face, I'm nowhere near exhausted enough to let that type of abuse fly without resistance. As you then back up clearly annoyed at me, I reach for the ropes and pull myself back in the ring pulling myself to standing. I then back to the center with my arms up defensive, waiting for you to come and join me while getting ready you counter a grab if you try one.

With you still outside the ring, the Cute Ref continues his count. "Five... Six..."

Jayson V:
The ref continues his count and I slide into the ring facing you again. A frown on my face, I had underestimated you, that won’t happen again. My knee is completely recovered as we circle each other once again. Ready to clash once again!!

Madison Jones:
I don't buy that merely stretching your leg would shrug off the damage I've done there, but perhaps you are trying to play it off. Regardless, I've had little luck throwing offense at you, so I need to be more tricky. Hands up defensive, I inch forward towards you and bring up my leg as though I'm going to kick you in the knee again. It's a feint. If you try to grab my leg or avoid it as you did before, I grab your shoulders, jump, and fall to my back bringing my knees into your gut.

Jayson V:
We inch closer together and you go to kick my knee again. This time I grab it, just what you wanted to happen. You jump up and wrap your arms around my neck but again you misjudge my size and weight. You try to pull me down but I’m not easily budged. I grab your arms preventing you from escaping and pull them off from around my neck, gripping you under your armpits. I keep you suspended in the air for a couple of seconds and then with a start I jump up slightly and then spinebuster your back into the mat.

Madison Jones:
I thought I would be able to pull my leg back before you could catch it, but I was wrong. You grab it and lift me while I grab your shoulders trying to do my maneuver. You then slam me down to the canvas, my arms laid out wide with that red mark showing from the chop earlier, the crowd cheers while I'm clearly stunned, me not playing up the pain in my back anymore.

With me breathing heavily, I'm down but not out. Expecting you to reach down and capitalize on this, if you reach down to grab me, I quickly pull my boots to my chest and go to slam them into your gut again, aiming to continue to work your abs and maybe wind you with a third strong hit to them.

Jayson V:
That last move took a lot out of you. Your chest rises and falls as your whole body is slick with sweat. You shine in the light of the ring. The crowd is on their feet. They’re not used to seeing their hero in this position. A range of emotions crosses their faces. Some are screaming for you to keep going, while some have a hungry look on their faces, obviously finding enjoyment in your pain. I reach down and go to grab you again to pull you up. You lash out desperately and kick at me. I just about manage to catch your foot before it connects with my abs. Still, the strength of the blow is enough to stagger me and make me grunt. I look up at you, your foot still in my arms “Not done yet little man… Good, neither am I!!” With that, I twist your ankle with a tug. Forcing you onto your front. I lock on a fierce ankle lock, twisting it, harshly, determined to hear you scream!!

Madison Jones:
My boots connect with your core failing to stun you while you quickly grab my boot. You say your words while the crowd is cheering for your domination so far. I am sweating as you said, but it isn't the most obvious with the oil, and most visible on my hair and face. Flipped over on my front, you get that cry of pain you are looking for, and my hands start to scramble. I grit my teeth needing to power through the pain, and use my hands to claw forward... right... left... You are bigger than me, so that doesn't do much, so I get more desperate. I pull forward my spare leg and ram it into your right knee, then use that pain to crawl forward again reaching for the rope...

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Reaching... Reaching...

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The Ref sees it and orders the release.

Jayson V:
The anklelock is locked on tight. I grit my teeth as I twist, threatening to pop your ankle loose. I growl angrily as you desperately reach for the ropes. You're so far from the ropes however but your experience shows as you reel back your leg and kick desperately at my right knee once again. At this angle it’s tough but you manage to connect with my lower leg and foot, kicking my leg from under me and dropping me once again to one knee. I keep the lock on, however that kick allowed you to gain a couple more inches in your pursuit of the ropes. Your fingers graze it, you reach, finally grab the rope and the ref tries to force me to release you. One… Two… he counts and I drop your leg angrily before he reaches his Third count. I stand up and survey the damage I have inflicted on you!!

Madison Jones:
Grabbing a hold of the rope, I grit my teeth as I do my best to suppress a holler of pain, the ref actively counting. You don't release right away, fear creeping into my mind that you might be trying to break my ankle. This is the first time you attacked it, and so it isn't near breaking at all, though a sprain may be coming soon. I'm also not screaming like you imagine I am. Finally, you release and take sight of the damage you've done while I lay there. I can't let you get a hold of me again, so I pull myself out of the ring starting to nurse my foot while I sit with my back against the apron. Meanwhile, the ref counts since I'm out of the ring, "One... Two..."

Jayson V:
You escape the ring and try to grab a few moments rest, nursing your sore ankle. I realise that at this stage of the match if I give you even a moment, you could recover and turn the tide of the match. You were not one to be underestimated, a dangerous opponent. I press my advantage, coming up behind you I sit on my ass grabbing your head, through the ropes and wrapping, my huge black thighs around your head and neck. I squeeze with all my might. Gritting my teeth again with renewed vigour.

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Madison Jones:
As I'm tending to my ankle, I catch a hint of your shadow coming overhead. You fell for it, and now I plan to take advantage. I duck face down on the thinly padded hardwood floor of the bourbon pub while you try to wrap your legs around my neck, then roll to the barricade on my back. I bring my knees to my chest, gritting my teeth knowing this will hurt. I kip-up to standing with the crowd members right by me getting the best look of my sweaty oil-covered body right there, hand catching the barricade to help with the impact of landing on my feet.

Having burned some energy to get up quick, I now reach for your right leg hanging over the apron and try to raise and slam it down against it hoping to further compound the damage I've done to that knee. The Ref keeps counting, "Three... Four..."

Jayson V:
You managed to escape my head scissors before I had truly locked it in. Rolling away and back up, your agility is unmatched and very impressive. You're back on your feet in seconds and have already grabbed my sore leg and delivered a slam to it on the apron. “FUCK!” I roar and kick out at your chest, hoping to kick you away while I pull myself up!

Madison Jones:
Your kick hits me square in my sternum while I stumble back, arms over the barricade with a few of those masked patrons reaching out to feel me. You see me glaring at you while you pull yourself up, my chest rising and falling from the amount of energy I've burned this match. I pull myself up as well, not willing to acknowledge the pain in my ankle and try my damnedest to look intimidating.

I stay there for a moment looking up at you, getting ready to do something if you decide to slide out of the ring to join me, otherwise, I take in a breath while the Ref keeps counting, "Five... Six..."

Jayson V:
I watch you from the ring, it’s clear with your body covered in sweat and your chest rising and falling now that you're exhausted. You are truly a worthy, impressive opponent. The ref continues his count and I beckon you back into the ring for one final push!! “Back in the ring Madison, let’s finish this!!”

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Madison Jones:
There is an uneasy moment with me, an instance of fight or flight. I've been throwing everything at you, and a combination of countering, resisting, and dishing out punishment has led to what was already a match in your favor being even more stacked against me. The family motto rings true along with some inner spirit pushing me to keep fighting. I grit my teeth looking more like a wild animal if only for a moment... You are still at the ropes having never moved away... I crouch and jump, reaching up to grab at your head. If I manage to catch it, I let my weight fall down bringing your neck down on the top rope. If you manage to move away, I grab the top rope and pull myself up on the Apron still outside the ring.

The Ref keeps counting, "Seven... Eight..."

Jayson V:
You jump up and catch my head bringing my neck down on the ropes hard. I stumble back, grasping my neck in pain. Catching myself on the opposite side ropes. I cough loudly, furiously, anger emanating from me like a furnace!! The ref continues to count!!

Madison Jones:
It is fortunate that it worked, the impact of your neck on the rope cushions my landing on my ankle. I'm now going to be pushing it to the test again as my hands are still on the top rope. I pull myself up to the Apron while the count reaches 9, then I go to imitate one of my idols as I jump on the rope running on adrenaline, and launch myself at you as I go to perform a Flying Forearm Smash made famous By Allen Jones as the Phenomenal Forearm.

Jayson V:
Your back in the ring going up high on the ropes as the ref reaches Nine. You leap from the ropes, sailing through the air, about to deliver a flying elbow to my face. However, maybe off instinct, who knows I manage to raise my sore right leg off the ground. You can’t stop it and you collide face first with my huge, size 13 boot.

Madison Jones:
I go flying through the air hoping to connect with you, otherwise, I would land on my ankle and likely sprain it. What happens next is unexpected, as you raise your bad leg and land your boot against my face. The crowd gasps at the impact with me falling flat to my back completely stunned having been unable to take control of this match even once now. I'm sure the impact of my 200-pound frame plus velocity had an impact on your bad knee, at least I can hope, but for now I lay there with my left hand coming to feel the side of my face where the impact happened.

Jayson V:
You are down but still not out. I kick your fallen, stunned body onto your front. Grasping the waistband of your trunks, I pull them down your long, muscular legs and clean from your body. You're naked now, white perfect ass on display. It’s true my leg is hurting, but I’m determined, and can almost taste victory. I press my boot into your lower spine and grab your arms. Pulling them back, I zero in on your aching back. I crank your spine back as the ref hurries to you to check your condition!

Madison Jones:
With me heaving on the canvas, you reach down and strip off my blue trunks, indeed leaving me naked. I'm not in any condition to resist.

As you pull them clean from me, you then kneel putting your boot on my back while grabbing both of my arms and pulling them back into a surfboard. It seems hopeless with the ref asking if I give... and yet my fans call my name trying to spur me on to keep fighting over the large brute who keeps abusing me. The pain is immense, and yet perhaps from the pain of your hurt knee, you are either standing on it to support all your weight or it is on my back with you pulling as hard as you can against it, I have a potential out. I start to struggle to kick my legs and manage to get my right knee up under me first. Then my left, my chest spread and dripping with sweat as I transition us into a kneeling surfboard. My cock hanging out for the crowd to see; another common sight in my matches. I then try to thrust myself backward with everything I have aiming to topple you over so I can get free from this hold.

Jayson V:
You won’t quit and I realise if I’m to win this match I have to knock you out. I have no other option. I have never met an opponent like you, powerful, and determined, it’s clear why the crowd loves you. You're on your knees, my boot still lodged in your sore back. You attempt to thrust yourself back but I’m on top of you. I drop your arms and fall on top of you, delivering an elbow to the back of your skull, crushing your face into the mat. Following up on my realisation I trap one of your legs between mine. My body lying on top of yours I grab one of your arms, pulling it across and wrapping it around your own neck, locking on an STF, John Cena Style!!

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Madison Jones:
The impact of my chest, face, and hard cock against the canvas is enough to make me go still as you come crashing down on top of me. You then transition into the STF, a modification to it that I'm not really in the right mind to try and evaluate at the moment. You hear a groan as the Ref is down checking on me. He isn't sure if I'm out, punch drunk, or still with us... so he takes my free hand and raises it once letting it fall. Twice, and it shows life, my hand comes to your bicep wrapped around me and I start to tap.

Jayson V:
You've tapped!! I release the hold and drop you to the mat. Standing up off you the ref raises my hand in victory. The crowd as usual is a mix of cheers and boos as I tower over you. My arms high in the air. Cameras flashing all around!

Madison Jones:
I lay there, barely stirring after the impact and submission. My left hand comes to feel my back with a groan while you raise your arms and the refer calls for the bell. As usual, I fail to live up to the example left by him... A mix of thoughts runs through my mind, but the one most in front now is what you might be planning to do now that you've won.

Jayson V:
You stir beneath me and I shake myself free from the referee. “Shhhh” I coo “you did well man, your dad would be proud”. I stroke along your back trying to alleviate some of the pain.

Madison Jones:
After a moment of you overtop me, soothing me, a few of the crowd start to get impatient wanting what they came here to see. I start pushing myself up not wanting to look weak like this, it's a struggle.

Finally, I get up to my knees in front of you, almost leaning against you. My fingers come to your loincloth, sliding into the waistband, and I move to slide it down your thighs to expose you to the crowd now.

Jayson V:
“Good Boy!” I smile warmly as you pull my loincloth down my thighs. My huge, hard black cock springs forth, hitting you in the face with a slap. “You know what to do!” I command as the hungry crowd looks on.

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Madison Jones:
Your cock flicks up hitting the side of my face. Perhaps I'm not fully there at the moment, and I don't really even hear your words, but I instead start to rub my face against it, nuzzling it affectionately.

The crowd is starting to whistle, some taking footage of my defeat with their phones. After a moment of doing this, I then take your cock into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat, and start to suck on it.

Jayson V:
“Fuck!” I gasp as you take my cock fully down your throat. An expert, I don’t know what’s more impressive, your skills in the ring or your skills with a cock. You start to suck me off, my hands playing in your hair as I feel you tongue my piss slit.

Madison Jones:
My mouth is over your cock, lips sealed around your back with your neatly trimmed pubic hard brushing against my face, I press your 9-inch cock to the roof of my mouth and bob on it letting your shaft feel the texture of my tongue. I go back and forth, never trying to come off of it, never a protest, never a gag. Your slit is aimed at the back of my throat, I keep doing this until you either cum or are ready to move on to something else.

Jayson V:
I’m getting close and am forced to pull you off my cock or else I’d shoot my load. “Turn around!” I order, “let me see your pink hole”.

Madison Jones:
You pull me off your cock with me looking up at you after you give your order. There is some hesitation, "I'm a person... not a piece of meat." I then turn away from you as you ordered, my cock hanging out clearly for the first time since you stripped me.

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I'm uncut, a detail I didn't have a good opportunity to bring up early, with enough foreskin that it remains up even when aroused... and I am very aroused. I turn away from you on my hands and knees and part my legs as much as I can doing what you asked. The crowd whistles, a few going quiet as they begin to touch themselves, I wait for what comes next.

Jayson V:
I gaze hungrily at your pink hole and big dangling cock. Kneeling down, I pull both of your ass cheeks wide apart and begin to feast on your pink, puckering hole, eating you out, making you wet. After a couple of moments, I grasp your big cock, stroking it up and down while I rim you, like a wild animal. The sounds of foreplay fill the area. Even the referee was touching himself.

Madison Jones:
You start to stroke me while feasting on me, my hand comes to yours and tries to adjust it so that way my skin is pulled back to avoid the discomfort of being stroked like that. I start to breathe heavily again while you work me, feed on me, taking what you've earned from the match. I let out a moan as I start getting closer to cumming.

Jayson V:
I’m stroking your big dick cock, just how you like it. You’ve more than earned it. I can feel your breathing getting shallower, an obvious sign of orgasm. I pull back from your quivering, moaning body. Easing you onto your side, I raise your leg in the air, giving me better access to your sweet hole. “Breath boy!” I whisper in your ear before starting to gently ease my big, nine-inch cock into your tight hole!

Madison Jones:
Placed on my side, you lift my leg as you start to enter me. Pushing your way in, I feel every inch of your cock slathered with my saliva from earlier entering me. I let out a couple of moans as you do, deep breathing as you fill me... stretch me with your cock. I clench my hands as you fully enter me, eyes glossy as they look into yours. "I'm ready..." That is all I say as you start to take your stakes.

Jayson V:
I fuck you gazing into your eyes, overcome with lust. Slow, deep strokes, filling you up. I kiss you and you return my affection. Our tongues wrestle as my cock slowly strokes your prostate, eliciting more moans from your sore yet horny body. Your big cock starts to bounce up and down, almost hitting your belly button as I start to pick up the pace, my cock leaving you gasping as it punctures your hole and massages your insides.

Madison Jones:
Kissing me... fucking me... my sweaty and oily body glimmers under the lights with our union. I feel you sliding inside of me, and clean up on you, making myself as tight as possible while I bring my hand to start stroking my cock while you fuck me. I let out a deep moan as precum spurts from my tip, the pain of the struggle up to this point only adding to this moment. I start coming close to cumming now.

Jayson V:
I too am getting close, your silky insides, bringing me to ecstasy. I’m Jack hammering you now, pistoning you as I get ever closer to orgasm. “Cum for me Madison!“

Madison Jones:
I remove my hand from my cock and reach for yours moving it toward me. I go to wrap it around it, "Finish me... both in... and out..." My hand lingers on yours as I let out another moan from you fucking me so rapidly.

Jayson V:
I fuck you deeply as I stroke your cock. Cameras flash around us as our lovemaking is captured for all time. “I’m going to cum!” I exclaim loudly!!

Madison Jones:
I clench up my core muscles again still holding your hand so that each one of your thrusts has to force its way through me with all the resistance I muster. I'm ready for it, heavy breathing as you fuck me, my hand clenching yours over my cock.

Jayson V:
I cum, shooting rope after rope of my hot white juice into your appreciative hole. I roar as I orgasm and stroke your cock with gusto just how you like it. You should join me in my orgasm!

Madison Jones:
It doesn't take long now, feeling you erupt inside of me, stroking me now, I start to spew with you filling me up. I let out a few moans while it happens, my cum shooting forth onto the canvas. Multiples come out, 6... 7... moaning... 8... clenching... 9... in total. I almost go limp again with you still inside of me, head falling to the canvas over my arm.

Jayson V:
We breathe together, our shared orgasm almost overwhelming us. I gently ease my cock from your spent hole as you moan lowly. Amazingly my cock is still rock hard. I reach down and gently help your sore body back to its feet. You're weak, almost out of it, and uneasy on your feet. “Come on Madison let’s get you cleaned up and then it’s time for round two. I bent down and easily sling your naked body over my left shoulder. I begin to carry You out of the ring and backstage. Your naked, limp, white body draped helplessly over My strong, black shoulders. Your white skin contrasted with My ebony skin as you hang upside down over my back. The pressure squeezed some of my cum out of your ass. It leaked out of your hole and down your smooth pink balls. As I make my way backstage with you limp over my shoulder. I spot a woman filming on her phone. I come close to her and I tell her to film a message “Hey Eugene, your next!” I smirk at the camera before delivering a hard smack to your upturned ass, and with that we make our way backstage, accompanied by the cheers of the crowd!

Published: 2022-10-28, viewed 112 times.