THE HIGH TABLE

It's hard to believe the results of the poll on the ECW site. Of the top listed rematch requests, they wanted to see me taking on Dan Freyr. I don't know if it was just them loving the way I fucked him, or if they just want to see me get fucked instead. If I had to guess, it's the latter. The match type they voted for is a Last Man Standing... meaning you can get used, abused, and laid out... but you only lose if you fail to get back up. More important is the private poll I hosted on my social media on what I should wear to the match. Once I ruled out the countless requests for me to strut out there completely naked, something I explicitly told them I wouldn't do, I settled on something a little unusual for me. My brand new Singlet. That's what you see me putting on in the back while I get ready to go out Dan, a mesh singlet that leaves nothing to the imagination.

- Madison Jones

"Howdy Dan. You ready to have some fun out there?" I ask while I stand there, straps down. "Man... I haven't wore one of these since college. Too itchy."

I walked into the ECW offices and the guys there were all buzzin about somethin but shut up when I asked what it was. Then I saw what they were lookin at. The top listed rematch requests. And the top one was...what the actual fuck? ME against Mr. Jones? Well, I mean I know we had a good time and a great match but...the top request. And the type of match as well. Last Man Standin. I grinned at that as the other guys backed away...they knew that grin and knew I wasnt about to turn that down. Without a word, I headed down to the locker rooms to get ready...eager to show off my new gear anyway and this is the perfect opportunity for it.

I come into the locker room and see ya there and stop in my tracks...a slow grin spreadin across my face as I see ya in that blue and black sheer singlet...leavin very little to the imagination. Of course I dint need any imagination as I'd already seen ya butt ass naked but damn that fits ya so damn well that my dick immediately springs into action. But I stay calm and nod to ya. "Looks like we have some fans." I go over to the bench and strip down naked then open my bag and pull out my new gear...red trunks and boots with matchin knee pads but no elbow pads or wristbands. I gear up quickly stuffin my dick and balls in the trunks lovin the way the tight lycra feels on em. I check out myself in the mirror then turn to ya with a smirk. "Last Man Standin huh? Well, get ready to be the First Man Down Stripped and Fucked stud." I tease as we wait to e called to the ring.

 - Dan's New Gear

I watch you get dressed, and I make note of everything, especially that piercing you have in your dick. It was the key to making you a submissive bitch before. "Yup, plenty of fans out there. Think dad would be real proud of the fame I managed to get over the years." I stand next to you at the mirror, adjusting the singlet. Clearly, the mesh doesn't actually hide anything; my hard cock is visible through the pattern. "As for getting stripped and fucked, those new trunks of yours will come off a lot easier than this thing. Good luck with that." I pull up the straps and flex a bicep while one of the stage guys comes back to let us know it's time and that I'm coming out first.

Ya come over to me standin way too close...I can already feel the heat comin off ya specially in that sexy singlet of yers...my big pierced dick throbbin already in my trunks and my cum tanks already on FULL as I watch ya in the mirror adjustin yer singlet, so tempted to ask do ya need help but I'm gonna be gettin my hands on ya soon enough so I resist that temptation. I smirk at yer comment and shoot back, "Yeah we'll just see about that...singlet boy...and it'll be a pleasure to rip tht fucker ya and own that ass hard and rough and then collect yer purty little outfit as a souvenir too." I see yer expression harden but then one of the stage guys comes in to escort ya out for yer entrance as I wait for my turn.

"Oh, yeah? Well, I plan to throw yours to the crowd. My fans love that shit. Keep an eye out for them on Ebay." I turn and head out.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. It's time for the main event. The following is scheduled as a Last Man Standing Match, elimination by 10 count only! Making his way to the ring, standing at 5'10" and weighing in at 210 lbs. He is the ECW Heavyweight Champion, the King of the Ring, the IN-SPUR-RATIONAL... MADDDDISOOOOON JOOOOOONES!"

Stepping out onto the stage as my music starts, an English cover of Alumina, the fans cheer. The black and blue mesh singlet is draped over me, leaving nothing to the imagination, a black cap and boots accompany it while I spread my arms wide. My pyrotechnics display follows, showering me in a rain of sparks.

Coming to the ring, I slap hands with the fans, smiling the whole way. The arena is huge and at near max capacity, easily a few thousand in attendance, not to mention all those watching live from their homes. Rolling into the ring, I climb a buckle and raise both hands while the crowd showers me with flashes from their phones. Finally, as my music ends, I drop down, turning my attention to the stage, waiting for Dan Freyr to come out for another round of fucking.

I hear all the commotion comin down the hall as the stage guy comes to get me...Ive heard it all before so this is nothin new to me. The Announcer calls out: And here he is Ladies and Gentlemen! the Champion's challenge, standing at 5'9" and weighing in at 186lbs. You've seen him make his ECW debut against the Champion and he's back now to avenge that loss and remain the Last. Man. Standing. Here he is...THE DESTROYER...DANNNNNNN...FREYRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!"

I step out on the stage in my new gear as the light and pyrotechnics go off...my arms raised in salute to the fans as I flex for him then come CHARGIN down the ramp. My music "I Will Not Break" by Disturbed playin loudly over the speakers.

I get to the ring and LEAP up on the apron landin on the edge with precision and climb thru the ropes ready to go and turn and flex for the fans as they yell and cheer. They all know what's at stake for me and the Champ and I turn around to ya and smirk at yer gear then run a thumb across my throat makin a left to right slashin motion and roar, "OH THAT'S SO PURTY! DID YA BRING YER PURSE WITH IT TOO?" I taunt ya as I move to my corner to wait for the start.

I smile at all your theatrics. One last little thing, while your music is dying down, I take off my hat and toss it to the fans. Shaking my head side to side, I come towards the center of the ring where the Ref is, both hands raised. Crouching into a wrestling stance, I gesture for you to come lock up nice and proper, waiting for the bell to formally ring. Ding Ding.

I laugh at that hat toss...what is he? a politician throwin his hat OUTTA the ring? I come toward the center with you and the Ref and get ready in my stance as the bell rings. I dont wait as I charge into ya grabbin yer shoulders and bring a big knee up RAMMIN it into yer abs hard then I grab yer head shovin the back of it under my left pit then SLAM my right forearm down across yer back as I drop to my knees bringin us both down to the canvas hard and fast. I let go of yer head and jump to my feet fast.

Slamming together, I expect a bit more grappling at the start of this wrestling match. Perhaps you learned from last time, that is where I excel, so you throw that knee up into my core. It catches me off guard, but it isn't anything I can't take. The immediate follow-up with my head under your arm and the hit to my back makes me buckle to my knees, followed by us both falling to the canvas. Planting both hands, I push up to my hands and knees while you jump up to your feet fast. You're quick when you are fresh, I'll give you that.

My response is equally quick as I reach forward, trying to grip hold of one of your legs. If I get hold of it, I rise up to my feet, looking to keep you hoping on one foot for a moment while I set up the maneuver. I then fall to my back flinging you over me to the canvas with a Dragon Screw. Let's work that knee a little to slow you down.

I see ya get up and grab for my boot...I know yer a master of holds while Im not much more than a ground fighter so I gotta be careful here. I pull my boot away but I stumble a step and ya grab it again tighter this time...I bring my fists up fast to slam em down in yer back again but then ya drop to yer back and suddenly I get flung and twisted up and around and down hard in the move of yers...my knee takin the impact as I YELL out in pain and grab at it rollin away from ya toward the ropes.

Rolling over on my hands and knees still, I see you get the ropes. I look almost like a predator, some of those early college years coming back to me like memories of riding a bike, not to mention riding more than a few men on those old mats. Regardless, this is Pro Wrestling, not amateur stuff, so I push up to my feet, both hands up front, looking to grapple. Approaching you, I reach for your arm, aiming to sling you across the ring with an Irish Whip so you have to run on that knee I just twisted.

I grab at the ropes and pull myself up...that knee throbbin but not damaged...good thing I wore the pads cause I almost dint..I see ya comin and grab for my arm but I aint lettin that happen as my free arm swings up and SMACKSSSSSSSSS across yer chest hard...pullin my arm free I grab yer neck from behindwith that hand then bring up my other elbow and SLAM it down to the top of yer head still holdin onto yer head I turn and send ya flyin into the nearby corner!

The smack to my chest isn't as loud as usual, muted by the mesh of the Singlet. The elbow to the back of my head, however, causes me to jerk, almost falling to one knee. My hand grips the rope to keep from doubling over, but then you escort me to the corner and toss me into it back-first. You can see the anger building in me, and both hands grip the top rope, giving you a nice view of my body through the openings of the singlet. I then kick up both booths and try to slam them into your gut, aiming to knock you away from me.

Yer muscled body hittin the corner back first as I come at ya with a sneer on my furry lips..."think ya hurt my knee bitch...lets find out" I start to reach for yer shoulder aimin to drive that knee into yer gut a few times so show it dont hurt but I dont make it as yer boots come flyin up and DOUBLE PUNCH my gut....UUUGHHHHHHHH....UUUUURRRRGGHHHH...takin me off my feet and droppin me down to the canvas huffin and puffin as I grab at the rope to get back up.

My fans cheer while I push myself out of the corner and approach you, stalking you like the predator I am. "You're doing better this time, Dan. Wearing some knee pads... huh?" You can see the smile on my face. You've landed a couple hits on me, but I'm younger than you, and still plenty fresh, a big old muscle boy who can take some punishment. Oh, and you can see my dick is firming up too. As I approach, I reach for that knee I targeted earlier and pull it up getting up and under my armpit. You know what I'm doing, I then try to roll you over onto your belly, aiming to apply a Single Leg Boston Crab.

Still down on all fours suckin in air...then big boots feelin like they went thru me...my face red with anger...I done promised myself this aint gonna turn out like last time...ya might be the Champ and all but I wanna make my mark here and show that Im as good as anybody else. I hear yer comments but to me they sound like yer mockin me. Ya grab that leg and knee again pullin it up off the canvas....OOOFFFF...ya shove me down to the canvas on my chest and I know what yer goin for about to put that single leg boston on me...I reach back with my left hand grabbin at yer calf grippin it tryin to trip ya up and throw off yer balance before ya can get that crab in place.

With this Boston applied, I have some time to play with you. My fans cheer with the hold locked in. Even take a moment to look up at the big screen and see us being broadcast all over the wrestling networks.

Bringing my hand down, I cup your balls and start to massage them. "Let's get a load out of you then..." That's when you start to rebel. You show off that muscle of yours not to mention skill, as you buck and shift, gripping my calf. "Wh...Wah..." I fall forward my bulge on your lower back, then roll off you to the side a full rotation. Use my hands afterwards to push up to my hands knees recovering.

My grip on yer calf still there but ya still manage tolock that single leg Boston on me...I yell out in frustration as this big fucker is takin me to school again...the big screen showin me trapped down tight...my other fist poundin the canvas ya start twistin and wrenchin that knee..."fucker...let...me...go...bitch" I growl as I grab tighter on that calf and use my free hand to buck and shift and PULL yer calf hard. I feel ya fall forward lettin my leg go as it falls to the canvas. I see ya out the corner of my eye as I grab at the ropes to pull myself up...even if ya dint lock that crab in good I still felt it in my knee...now it is throbbin harder as I come off the ropes toward ya down on all fours...the anger on my face sayin it all as I swing my good leg up...my boot aimed at yer face as I KICK it out toward ya!

I haven't gotten back up just yet, so when you come in fast, the kick lands square to the side of my head, me turning slightly to avoid it hitting me square in the center of my face. The impact causes me to fall over on my side, but I use the momentum to roll with the kick, making it near the ropes on the other side of the ring. I grip the middle one, starting to rise, shaking my head. I know you won't easy up, so I prepare to slip out of the ring if you approach me again.

I see ya roll after that boot kick sends ya rollin across the ring with me in hot pursuit...limpin a little from my knee throbbin as ya start to get up. Takin a chance here, I see ya start to rise then charge in and push off my good leg and TACKLE ya hard in yer chest with my shoulder sendin both of us outta the ring and down onto the floor with me landin on top of ya as the crowd yells and cheers. Good thing I had yer body as a cushion as I get up to my feet and raise one boot up and STOMP down into yer chest once...then again as I back up a minute to clear my head.

I wasn't quite expecting the charge. Looking to escape from the ring to buy some recovery time, your tackle hits me hard and fast, knocking us through the ropes to the outside with a strong splat. My back takes a hard bump from this... I groan under you, shifting with you on me. Worse, my head took a bump too to the thinly padded cement. However, I'm far from out, and you are in the perfect position. You feel it, get my legs up around your core, almost like second nature, with you being in the arms of a grappler. As for those arms themselves, I'm reaching for your head, trying to lock in a Guillotine Choke on you with use out here by the barricade. My fans on the other side cheer for me while I try to apply it.

- Guillotine Choke

As for us being outside the ring... Normally the Ref would start counting now. However, this is a Last Man Standing match, which means a loss only comes when a man fails to get back up. The match continues...

Just when I think I got ya stopped long enough to get me some time to get my breath back...I'm wrong as those boot stomps seem to have energized ya as ya twist around before I can move ack...them muscled legs lockin around my core...I grab at yer legs tryin to force em open but then ya grab my head and pull me down into the guillotine choke...UUUGFFFFFFFFFNNNNNNNNNNNNNN...the fans cheerin as ya get it locked down tight...my head and neck bein stretched and pulled...I start firin my fists into yer sides...yer thighs...yer head tryin to hit hard enough to slow this skilled wrestler down at least long enough for me to get away.

I feel it, you are starting to slow down. As for me, the pain in my back is real, and the hits to my side while you fight in the guillotine, they start to add up. I SQUEEZE hard with my legs around you, trying to take some air out of your lungs. Sweat builds on me, and you can feel my hard bulge pressing against your chest while I keep hold of you. Each hit to my ribs causes my legs to jerk, and sure enough, you find the moment you need to shift and escape from the hold. You're not fully free yet, I try to keep you trapped as long as I can, because every moment I do, burns energy and breath from your body. One you run low, that's when the fun starts.

I feel my energy level droppin for sure and whats worse if I know ya feel it too. I just caint give up here...I just wont allow myself to...if imma go down and lose again imma do it fightin with everythin I got in me. They might hafta carry me outta here on a stretcher but I am NOT gonna stop. I know my hits are havin an effect but yer skilled enough to take em and I know you've taken worse but I do manage to partially escape but not fully yet...that hard bulge pressin against my chest...still trapped partially in that hold, my hands latch onto yer mesh singlet as I yank and pull and claw at it and twist and struggle tryin to get free but Im burnin energy fast here and if I dont get loose free and unleash some hurt on ya doon Imma be the one not standin.

Using the Singlet against me, you start to pull at it. I feel the straps come down my shoulders, and in doing so, it starts to hinder my range of motion. I would normally pull my arms out of them, but given I'm trying to hold you here, they are both occupied. "What me... naked... that bad?" I growl while you struggle. This isn't working and I need to adjust, so I release my legs, shift my hips, turn on my back trying to get you off me right next to the ring. If that works, I lay there for a moment, while getting my arms loose from the straps, so they don't hinder me anymore.

my hands twistin and yankin and pullin at that mesh singlet tryin to tear it off ya and distract ya long enough for me to escape but its not workin as ya hear my heavy breathin and gaspin and pantin...spit drippin out my mouth as I let go of yer singlet and go back to tryin to escape from this choke...but im runnin outta air fast...yer legs let go but yer arms hold on tight as ya slip one arm outta the strap then lock it back in and free yer arm from the other strap and lock the choke back on...im heavin and coughin and gaspin...my face red my lack of air...the only thing I got left to try is to get a hand between and try and grab onto yer bulge and grab that big cock squeeze to try and break yer concentration...

The struggle continues. I can tell you are getting desperate. That show clearly now when you go low, reaching your hand down to grip hold of my bulge and squeeze it. That absolutely changes things. I immediately cry out from the pain, enough that I can no longer hold you in the grapple. Both hands come down to yours gripping my bulge, trying to remove your hand from my dick. "Cheap... fucker...." My nearby fans on the other side of the barricade boo while a cameraman zooms in on the action. Normally actions like this could result in a disqualification, but we are outside of the ring, and again... it is a Last Man Standing match. I try to get your hand off my dick.

I get a tight grip on yer big cock and finally that gets me free...yer arms comin loose...I can get air again...another minute and I woulda had to tap out...ya grab at my hand as I squeeze that big dick of yers thru yer singlet...both of us sweatin hard...but now aint the time get ya off...I need to get away and recover somehow...I let go of yer dick and get to my feet grabbin the ring apron lookin down at ya...yer straps down...fuck and I was gonna tear that fucker offa ya...but with yer straps down all ya gotta do is slide out of it...I stagger away from ya toward the far corner of the ring near the ringpost gaspin for air and wipin the sweat outta my eyes as the fans cheer and the cameras catch every moment of the action.

With you off me, I keep one hand over my cock, the other comes behind me to feel my back. I wince. The tumble out of the ring was rough, and ignoring it to grapple didn't do me any favors. The Ref, who has come out of the ring to facilitate the match, is hovering around me. Since you have risen up, he does his job and starts the count. "One!" My eyes snap open immediately, then I roll over to my hands and knees, and use the barricade to pull myself up to my feet. I turn to face you, then look back to the ring... it's too dangerous out here, so I slide back in.

at the ringpost gaspin and pantin for air I hear the ref drop down and count 1...and turn around as ya slide back in the ring...yer straps still down around yer waist...my own trunks wedged in my hairy crack showin off my hairy buttcheeks...I gotta get back in the ring before the ref counts me out...I pull my trunks outta my ass and grab the ringpost and pull myself up on the apron and climb back thru the ropes...my face still red with anger...this fucker dont know how mean I can get outside the ring but one day imma show him...but I gotta focus on this here right now...shakin my head...the sweat flyin off me...I adjust my trunks waistband...my big dick and balls still hard as fuck...I see ya in the ring with me as the ref comes back in stoppin the count...

You're right, I don't bother to bring the straps back up. I have more mobility with them down, and let's face it, I look better with my full chest on display. With us both back in the ring, I'm back on my feet while you enter, hands raised, looking to grapple some more. I move in, inching closer and closer, operating more on instinct than thought. When I get close, I reach for an arm and try to pull you into a nice, tight hammerlock.

I move in as well...already thinkin three steps ahead...I got some ideas of what to do...just need the chance to do em...and this aint a matter of my ego...its a matter of showin you and the fans that Im capable and talented...more a matter of pride and wantin to prove myself...ya grab my arm goin for a hammerlock and I suddenly grab on and reverse that hammerlock and twist behind ya crankin that arm up behind yer back...on purpose I BUMP my trunked bulge against yer butt...my furry mouth at yer ear...my hot breath comin out..."uh uh uh mister...yer not gettin me that easy" I CRANK that hammer in tighter as my free hand comes around and grabs both yer straps and I yank em UP then wrap the stretchy material around yer neck and pull it TIGHT..."now lets see how ya like MY choke big man" I growl in yer ear holdin ya there tight against me...my bulge throbbin against yer butt and I can feel yer butt clenchin against it.

Reversing the Hammerlock on me, you force me to my tip toes while I wince in pain, even slap my arm to show you take it to the limit. That's part of the design as I plan a counter, all while you talk. When I'm pulling my elbow forward to throw it back, that's when you grab the straps and pull them up over my head, using my own gear to choke me while the Hammerlock is still locked on. I start to panic, it completely ruins my counter, and I can feel your hard dick pressing against my ass through your trunks. "Fuck... Off..." I go for a different escape, I raise my boot and drive my heel right into your toe!

I twist and pull that mesh fabric tighter around yer neck as I march ya around the ring...keepin that arm hammered tight up yer back...yer pecs and abs shiny with sweat as the fans go crazy watchin this...we get to one of the corners as I get ready to let yer arm to and slam yer face down on the buckle when that boot raises up...that heel SLAMMIN down into my toe....ARRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCKKKKKKKKKKK...I yell out as I let go of yer arm and the straps and stumble back against the ropes...figures youd go after the leg with the achin knee and now my toe throbbin as well as I stumble down the ropes to the next corner...fuck...and I almost nearly had him too I think...

With me leaning against the corner, you get off me due to the foot stomp. I reach one hand up and remove the straps from my neck, letting them again hang down at my side. My back glistens under the lights, then I turn slowly to face you, hand coming to feel my throat. You're there in the corner, and your mobility is hindered... I gotta try for it. I start moving towards you, picking up speed, and when I get close, I try to tackle you into the corner with all my weight behind me.

I turn just as ya come at me...oh fuck I know what's he tryin to do...I wait til yer close enough not to stop and I twist to one side outta yer target zone and swing around slammin a big forearm across yer back sendin ya chest first into the corner! I dont wait as I come in close behind ya and grab yer straps again but not to choke ya this time...I pull em out wide and bring the straps over yer arms and let em go...the straps snappin yer arms into yer sides trappin yer arms tight...then just for the fans I grab onto yer head and shove ya harder in the corner as I start HUMPIN my bulge into yer butt...givin the fans a good look at me doin this to their champion as I lean in..."yeah...that's what ya want aint it big boy? ya want my big old dick in that ass dont ya?"

This is why I prefer trunks. You are using the singlet against me, now trapping my hands while getting me in the corner, and you put on a show by rubbing your bulge against my ass. I don't admit it, but each time you do so, it makes my cock harder, something that can't be hidden, given the semi-transparent nature of this attire. "Fuck... Off..." I struggle some while you have me like this, but I'm not helpless. I try to sling my head back into yours, hoping to get you off me.

yer arms trapped now as I HUMP yer ass...I hear yer protests but somehow I got a feelin yer enjoyin this at least half as much as I am...I reach around grabbin yer bulge and I grin feelin yer hard cock in that singlet bone hard and leakin and that's all the answer I need...ya try and sling yer head back into mine but I dodge it as I wrap one arm around yer neck from behind then growl, "lets just see how much ya want it big boy?" I dont wait as I let go of yer bulge and bring that hand around to yer butt...I use my big forefinger as it finds a small hole in the mesh and stabs in and...THRU it...the sweaty mesh rippin open just enough for me to get my finger in there and in yer crack and...well there it...that tight hole..."get ready big man..." is all the warnin ya get as I JAB my big forefinger at yer hole and FORCE it open...my finger drivin IN yer hole all the way...my arm around yer neck keepin yer head cranked back...the cameras catchin every minutes of this and the fans roarin and yellin as they watch me take control!

"Fucker!" I cry out while you wrap your arms around my neck, hands still trapped from the straps. When you get your hand to my ass, the cameras see it clearly, my cock jumps a little as you press in. "Fight... fair..." I say between growling as you probe my hole. Then, when you press in... you hear it... the clenched teeth, I suppress a moan. You can feel my canal tighten on your finger as you press in, and though you can't see it, a little precum leaks from my tip through the tip of my foreskin. I start to struggle now while you finger me, oil check me, I start to struggle wildly with you holding me in the corner, the Ref there only to check on a count when you are done abusing me like this.

I chuckle at ya as ya cry out and demand I fight fair...fight fair? in a LMS match? is he kiddin me? that finger probin yer hole deeper...fuck that hole is tight...just perfect for my big 9 incher...hope he dont mind gettin fuckin with a pierced dick but I gotta beat him first so I'll worry about that later...and I dont need to see it to know that that big stick of yers is leakin precum...I remember what it was like in our first after match fun and this hot stud precums likes a fuckin rushin river...but Its time to give out some more punishment as I pull that finger outta yer hole with a POP then reach around shovin that finger IN yer mouth...growlin..."clean that off fucker"...but then I pull it out cause ya might be tempted to bite that finger...my arm around yer neck comin away as I grab ya by yer hair and SLAM yer face down on the top turnbuckle once...then again...then I pull us outta the corner and turn ya around face to face with me...my arms goin around yer waist as I lift ya up and run to the center and DROP...bringin us down in a belly to belly suplex!

Belly to Belly Suplex

Madison Jones

As you keep fingering my hole, I grunt and growl, my cock leaking more. When you pull it out and bring it to my mouth... well, I'm happy I am hygienic and clean myself out before every match. That's just being responsible. More important is that you've given me a chance to work on getting my arms free from the straps, and I work on that. However, before I can get free, you pull us away, chest to chest and ready the Belly to Belly Suplex. I get one arm free, but that isn't enough to save me from what happens next.You toss me over you, and I land in the middle of the ring, trapped arm taking a nasty twist in the motion as I am unable to shift to safety. I cry out in pain from it, the other arm feeling my already sore back. The Ref hovers around waiting to see if you are following up, or if he should start counting.

that suplex workin perfect...I twist back around on all fours and see ya there cryin out in pain...that arm takin a twist...caint say i regret that after what ya done to my knee and toe...I get to my feet and come after ya...with ya on yer back I reach down and GRAB them straps YANKIN em off yer arms but I dont stop there as I pull and STRIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP that singlet off yer body...off yer crotch...down yer legs and OFFFFFFFFFFFFFF yer body...holdin the sweaty gear in my hand as I take a BIG whiff of it..."yup I was right...precum in the gear....I toss it aside as I drop to my knees and roll ya over on yer chest...my legs straddlin yer back as I grab yer left arm...over my left knee...then yer right arm...over my right knee...I lean down and grin..."guess whats comin big man?" my hand goin under yer chin as I pull yer head UP and back...lockin that camel clutch on ya tight...my butt planted on yer back...you booted and bareassed under me and I know that big cock of yers has to be humpin the canvas as the fans go wild!

Madison Stripped Naked

Madison Jones

Everyone knew what was coming next... the Stripping. I'm almost happy when it happens, because no longer can you use the singlet against me, I've I've learned my lesson today, trunks or nothing from now on.  As you strip me, you clearly see me naked before you, struggling to pull away, afraid of what you might be planning next while I show clear weakness in the arm that took the twist. You then mount up on me, applying the Camel Clutch.

Growling, I shake my head side to side as the pain in my back builds. "Fuck..." I won't lie, this is painful, I'm nearing my breaking point, and yet tapping out won't save me here. Even if I did, you would be under no obligation to release the hold, and so I struggle. Shifting my knees, I start trying to get a knee up so I can go with my usual counter to this hold, but fuck... this hurts.

I keep yer chin locked tight...stretchin yer spine back...yer arms trapped and that hot muscled naked body under me...gotta say Im lovin this...this makes up for a whole lot in our first match...and I feel yer legs movin and I know what that means as I start BOUNCIN my butt up and down on yer lower back...crankin the camel on tighter...every bounce makin yer big cock grind into the canvas...at least thats what Im thinkin is happenin under us...my own hard dick leakin like crazy in my trunks as the fans are nearly riotin watchin ya get worked like this...the Ref in close to check just in case...the sweat drippin off me as well...the hot lights showin every muscle and bead of sweat on us...

Shifting to get my knee up, each time I do, you seem to realize what I'm doing. Bouncing on my back makes me cry out in pain, it disrupts my attempts, and my belly go flat against the canvas with my hard cock rubbing against the canvas. "Fuck... Get... Off..." I wince from the pain while the Ref watches. Giving up won't stop you... But it will at least let you know I'm done... "Get off... I.... Fuck... I give..." I shake my head up and down, making it clear. Let's see if you finally release.

I keep bouncin up and down knowin all too well what that's doin to that knee but Im too far into this and too close to stop now...I keep goin and goin...then...I almost caint believe it...but there it is...I hear ya givin up...yer head shakin up and down...the Ref seein it at the same time...as he reaches out to tap me on the shoulders Im already releasin the hold...lettin yer head go...then I slide yer arms off my legs and stand up backin up...the Ref startin his count....

Rising off me... I lay there face down, breathing heavily while the Ref starts up his count. "One... Two...." Pressing both hands down on the canvas, I start to push up. That twisted shoulder really hurts. "Three.... Four..." I get up to my hands and knees... then look up to you standing there with that smug look on your face. After what I did to you before... this is certainly some brutal revenge. "Five..." I get to my knees, my good hand pressing down on the canvas, and push myself to my feet. The crowd see is now, my hard cock sticking straight out, unblocked by the mesh fabric.

- Maddy's Cock

I wipe some sweat from my brow. "I'm not done... not done..." Both hands come up, and get ready to lock up again.

I watch as I see ya struggle to get up...knowin all too well the pain yer in...I was there not long ago in our first match...and I dint make it back to my feet until after the match...I kinda hate that I had to get this rough with ya but at the same time I hope Ive proved that I can hang with the tough guys well too...the Ref countin...ya get to yer hands and knees...Im standin there prayin that ya dont get up...cmon big man...just stay down...yer the champion after all...im just the new guy that got lucky here...but then the crowd erupts into cheers and applause...my jaw literally drops open as ya get back up on yer feet...standin there hard as fuck in yer boots..precum leakin from yer cock...sweat drippin off ya...im not sure if I should be pissed or relieved to be honest...but all I know is this fight aint over and I dont know if I got anythin left to keep goin but...yer up and ready and I aint about to back down even if it means I get trashed and demolished...but then I get an idea...and I aint fuckin shy....I grab my trunks and peel em down my legs and off my boots...my big uncut 9x5 cock and big balls out on display now as I toss my trunks outta the ring and bring my hands up lettin ya know im ready to go...now we're on equal ground...booted and bareassed....

   - Dan's Pierced Monster

I see you strip down with that metal stud in your dick... and we all know what that means... you are getting ready to fuck me. Once the trunks are off, I come in with as much speed as I can, and force a collar and elbow... a naked one.

Our hard dicks swaying side to side, my hurt shoulder evens out with the knee I was targeting. My hurt back... that's different. I try to compensate with muscle, aiming to push your light frame back towards a corner as hard as I can.

The Ref moves back as we come in together...arms up...hard dicks swingin and swayin...both leakin precum...I know yer shoulder and yer knee is hurtin...my knee is achin too...this match takin its toll on both of us...I come in and SLAM into a lockup with ya...our hard dick heads bangin into each other...I grunt from that as we lock eyes..."yer goin down...big..grunt...man...and...im...grunt...gonna...milk...grunt...that cock...and...grunt...take that...grunt....ass" both pushin and shovin...our boots scrapin the canvas...I feel ya shovin into me harder and I shove back as hard as I can but I can feel the tide turnin here...

I'm not making nearly as much progress as I had hoped on moving you, and we stay mostly in the center of the ring. Growing desperate as you declare your intentions. "Not if I... Fuck you... First..." I lift my boot and try to slam it into your bad knee again. If I take the knee, then you can't get up... nor can you stop me from riding you. Fuck... my cock needs to fuck you now, it's affecting my mind, I need to fuck.

Both of us determined to beat the other and fuck the other...the first one definitely a good and bad thing...if I win you lose...if you win I lose...the second one...not a bad thing because one of us is gonna get fucked and I know thats a win win for both of us no matter who wins...as much as I wanna win and fuck you...in my mind I know that bein fucked by you is NOT a bad thing at all...both gruntin and gaspin as we shove back and forth...I grab at yer shoulder as ya kick my knee again...my fingers diggin into that shoulder deep as I CRY out pain...the boot slammin into it...I can feel the muscles throbbin...the ligaments screamin...hopin my deep claw on yer shoulder is havin the same effect...there's just one difference...yer not standin on yer shoulder...and...fuck...fuck....fuck...I dig my fingers in yer shoulder DEEPER...my knee throbbin bad but Ive gotta hold out...I have to try....the pain throbbin so bad...I suck in more air as I DRILL my fingers deeper in that shoulder

Just as I go to exploit your weak point, you go and exploit mine. The impact to your knee lighter than I would like due to the distraction you cause, the pain in my shoulder makes me cry out. This isn't going to work, not as long as you have access to the shoulder, you can keep disrupting what I try. I then try to break off the collar and elbow, aiming to shove you back so I can look for a different opening.

Both of us in intense pain though ya wouldnt know it lookin at our hard cocks stickin out hard and drippin like crazy...I give that shoulder one more hard grab then I break the lock up pantin and gaspin as I swing my right hand backhandin yer face as hard as I can...the sweat sprayin off both of us then I shove ya back from me as I limp back against the ropes heavin and gaspin and give my knee some time to stop achin before we continue,

The backhand to my face causes a loud "Ooooooo" from the crowd. The shove back causes me to fall back against the ropes, leaning on it, as I too take in some breath. Then I see it as you back away, you are trying to get some recovery time next to the ropes. I need to strike now. With my weight pressed against the tight ropes, I use the tension to spring myself forward as fast as I can, cock swinging as I run towards you. When I get close, I jump and try to land both my boots into your chest, aiming to drop kick you over the rope, to the thinly padded cement outside the ring.

I know yer gonna try and strike while Im on the ropes...I aint that green...and I hope you know that too...my knee feelin some better...not damaged as I thought cause I can bend it and stand on it somewhat....I see ya bounce off the ropes usin the tension of em to launch yerself at me...that cock swingin as ya come at me fast...makin a quick decision I lean back against the ropes...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUFFFFFFGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH...them boots SLAMMIN into my chest hard...but then my hands come up and GRAB at yer calves lockin in tight...the whole room turnin upside down and spinnin as I go up and over the top rope and PULLIN ya with me as we both SLAM down to the thinly padded cement together...both YELLIN out as our muscled bodies land together on each other in a sweaty pile of pumped muscle!

That was clever. Using the ropes to help absorb the impact, to take hold of my leg, and use it to drag me over the rope as well. We both land in a messy pile outside while my back screams in pain. My hand reaches around with you on me, looking for anything I can use against you, and what it grips is your hard cock. Fingers coil around it while you lay on me, I don't want to resort to that action to win... even if it is technically legal in this match. My other hand, the one of the bad shoulder, grips your chest, and I push you off me. I then use the barricade to pull myself to my feet.

We both get the same idea at the same time...both of hurtin but still goin on...yer hand wraps around my big pierced dick...my hand grabs yer thick champion cock...I feel both our cocks throb as we grab the barricade to get to our feet...our eyes lock for a second and I can see the lust in yer eyes as well the competitive look as well...we dont wanna resort to this cause...well this aint a cockfight for one thing and we dont wanna damage each others cock for the second thing....I let go of yer cock as we get and swing a hard left across yer jaw then a underhand right aimed at yer gut...the fans watchin this specatacle continue as we start brawlin outside the ring...both horny as fuck and both determined to take the other one down

The blows catch me off guard, mainly because your hand on my cock had me worried. The first hit, then uppercut, knock my head around, causing me to slump against the barricade, arms over the rail. My head leans to the side for a moment while the lights spin around me, I shake my head not quite sure what to do. Then, it comes flood back to him, we are having brawl, and I raise a boot trying to kick you in the gut, not quite sure where you are.

I follow ya as my punches are havin an effect...finally glad to show ya what I can do outside the ring...I know that ya do think Im good but I had to prove to you and this crowd that I have what it takes here...ya shake yer head as I get to ya...I grab yer head at the back and drive a hard punch to yer nose just as that boot DRIVES into my gut...takin me off my feet...I GRUNT out loudly but we're in fight mode too deep...not sure either of us are feelin any pain now...I grab yer hair from the back and turn ya toward the barricade and slam yer gut down over the edge of the barricade as I let go of ya and double over from the boot to the gut

My kicks knock you away just as I get thrown over the barricade. If I didn't know any better, I say you were gearing up to fuck me there. Wincing, I grip the edge of the barricade while my fans watch me only inches away, some of my sweat getting on their clothing. I push myself off the barricade, turning towards you. I then come in towards you, reach for your head with my good arm, trying to keep the bad shoulder away from you. If I get hold of you, I pivot and try to fling you to the nearby steel steps.

I almost grin as I think for a second..."sweat from Madison Jones...thats like gettin baptized with holy water" and fuck if I aint bathed in it myself! I see ya push off the barricade and charge at ya...ya grab my head and try draggin me to the steel steps...oh fuck...i dont know whether to let ya do it or stop ya...fuck this man can FIGHT and BRAWL with the best of em! The adrenaline rushed thru us so hard I dont even think Id feel it if ya succeeded as I punch and slap at yer sides as we get closer to the steps...just then my hand grazes yer big cum tanks hangin down and by instinct I wrap my hand around em tight and squeeze em and growl..."fucker...run my head in steps and Imma hurt these...yer choice muscle man." even though ya know I wouldnt really damage em...the threat more for the crowd than anything else...

I freeze up as soon as you grab hold of my boys. Holding your head with one hand, I test you a little... pull your head back as I feel your hand grip tighter on them. ...you're serious. "Fucking... Cheap..." Keeping hold of your head with my good arm, I risk lowering the other to your hand on my balls, and grip your hand. I try to remove it while wanting to maintain control of the situation.

ya keep hold of my head as my hand squeezes yer big nuts tight...then my other hand comes up wrappin around yer thick cock...workin it up and down...workin the head...the shaft...yer pissslit..."yeah big tough and sexy...how bout I make ya cum or at least edge that big dick a few times before ya cum and drain the big nuts of yer man juice...cause I know thats what ya want" I growl low and dangerously as my hand pumps that cock and my hand on yer squeezes and tugs on yer nuts

Now, with both your hands on my cock and balls, I stop all movement. You feel it when you graze my cock head. The gland is sensitive, and the foreskin is pulled back from all the struggling and action. Each time you touch it, you feel my grip on your head ease. As for my hand pulling at your hands, I prioritize the ones on my balls, afraid you will crush them. You're winning this little stand off, I can't fight off both hands with only one. "Fuck... Off..." I release your head, raising that hand. "Let... Go..."

thats just what I was hopin ya'd do as ya let my head go....I let go of yer dick and balls for a second then grab yer shoulders and slam yer back down on the steel steps...yer muscled naked sweaty body laid out..yer legs spread open...the fans crazed now...I grab yer balls again then grab yer cock pumpin it as I grin down at ya.."get ready big man" is all the warnin ya get as my furry mouth opens and I take ALL thick 8 inches of yer massive uncut cock in my mouth and down my throat...swallowin it down...my throat pullin the head in deep...my tongue workin yer throbbin shaft and cum vein...my hand on yer nuts squeezin em tight...my free hand movin down and I hear ya gasp as suddenly I SHOVE my big forefinger back in yer tight hole....drivin it in deep as ya got a furry muscled tatted stud workin yer dick and balls and ass all at the same fuckin time!

Slamming my back on the steps causes me to cry out in pain, another strong blow to my back which has taken bumps and abuse during this match. I may be a younger man, but the hits add up. I arch my back over the steps while you move into position, coming down and forcing your mouth on my cock while your hand grips my balls... the other coming back to my cheeks and forcing their way into my hole. My eyes go wide when it happens, the pain of my back accompanies with pleasure while you go to work on my cock, and both my hands come down to grab your head, trying to slow the motion. "Oh fuck... stop..." You clearly know what you are doing, and you can taste the precum in your mouth, I'm getting close to cumming, and each time you press your finger to my prostate, you can taste a little more juice leaking into your mouth. My breathing deepens while I fight your mouth motions, but we both know, this is a situation I'm not going to win. A moment later, you bring me to my edge.

This crowd watchin in awe as I have total control of ya now...well...sexual control anyway...we can work on the rest later...my mouth workin yer thick cock...my throat like a vacuum as it works yer head and foreskin...suckin both in...yer shaft bein attacked by my thick tongue...my spit literally bathin yer big cock as it gets worked on...my hand on yer balls kneadin em...squeezin em...that finger drillin yer ass findin yer prostate and stabbin it over and over...that hot precum addin to the spit in my mouth...I feel yer balls churnin in my grip and know yer moment away from blowin yer load...but I got one more thing...suddenly I come up off yer thick cock...a wide grin on my face as I bellow at the crowd..."NOW THIS IS WHAT THEY CALL THE CHAMPIONS REWARD! BET I CAN GET AT LEAST A GALLON OUT!" The crowd roarin with applause as I SWALLOW that thick cock back down and SUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK it down hard....pullin yer cock head deeper in my throat and workin yer balls and ass harder and rougher...knowin any moment now whats gonna happen!

When you come off my head and look me in the eyes, you see it... the look of a man who needs to cum. I'm breathing heavily, my sweaty body spread laid back over the steps, back slightly arched, and subtle motion of my hips thrusting up... my cock shifting from where your throat previously was. You say your statement, and when you lower your head again, I close my eyes, a mix of defeat and need to release flooding over me. Then you move for the finale of the sexual act... and I'm in no position to deny it. Even if I tried, I couldn't. You suck and suck, you feel my canal clench on your finger. You feel my balls start to contract in your hands. Then you finally get your "reward", you feel me start to erupt in your mouth while my leans back, eyes wide, and I start to moan in orgasm.

that ass of yers SUCKIN my finger in...oh yeah this man is a sexual god in addition to bein a champion...my mouth SUCKINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN harder and deeper...yer balls twitchin and throbbin...suddenly that cock ERUPTSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...blastin those thick hard white streams of man juice that only Madison Jones could produce as I eagerly and greedily swallow and swallow and swallow...wantin every stream...every drop...every bit of yer load in me...my mouth bobbin up and down on that shootin cock as i feel in my hand around yer nuts that they're emptyin their full contents down my throat as the crowd cheers and applauds this hot scene!

Your fingers on my boys make sure they keep unloading. You can feel them, the pumping, the pulsing of them, the subtle actions that we men all know and understand from our biology. In combination with your finger penetration, working of my balls, and your tongue stimulating the head of my cock, you get every drop out of me that my boys had saved for your ass. My eyes are wide while my chest rises and falls, the moans quiet. Finally, my hands come to your head... gripping the sides slightly... and I try to pull you off my dick. No words, you've milked me... harvested me... and now I try to get you off.

I feel that cock stop its shootin...that thick load of yers in my gut now...fuckin so hot and sweet and thick...I let go yer nuts then pull my finger from ye hole...then finally I lift my head off yer cock...it falls out and damn if it aint still big even after blowin such a huge load...I grin as I lick the last of yer cum outta my thick matted stache and beard...and look up at ya...yer hands on my head...I take yer hands and lick and kiss em then slide up yer body and kiss yer mouth hard and deep and gettin no resistance at all...yeah this stud is ready....I break the kiss and stand up...then grab yer arm pullin ya up...then as the crowd watches I throw yer muscled sweaty body over my shoulder and climb the steps and thru the ropes takin ya to the center. The Ref comes over with a bit shit eatin grin on his face and give him a wink as I put ya back down on yer feet and turn ya to face me holdin ya up as I kiss ye again then say, "Time for finish this big man...time for me to win this..." I dont wait as I turn yer around to face the cheerin mob...yer butt against my hard dick...I snake my arms up and around yer neck and head as I clamp down a rear naked sleeper hold on ya...my mouth at yer ear as I growl..."here we go big man...just submit and beg me to fuck ya while I sleeper yer ass out"

It's almost like I'm in a trance now... You take me back into the ring. Hands come up around my neck while you apply the sleeper once you tell me it's time to win. The rear-naked choke is locked in, and you pull to my back. trapping me in the hold. My legs start to kick, my arms come up, and I pull at your hands over the back of my head. A rear-naked choke isn't exactly about pain; it's about putting a person out... The whole time, I can feel your hard cock pressed against my back. I'm not done fighting, and I've been trained on how to escape these.

Pulling your hand over my head, I relieve the pressure on my neck while trapping that arm under my armpit. Next, I pull at the arm around my neck, also freeing it. The motions are slower than I would like, my shoulder is killing me, and let's not forget that I just had a load robbed from my loins. With my head free, I try to get out of your grip... I will not lose to this move.

I shoulda known that this wasnt goin to work...yer way too skilled to be taken out in this even if ya just blew a huge load...ya quickly and easily break the sleeper bringin one of my arms under yer armpit then pull the arm from yer neck freein it...my hard dick still in yer buttcrack...gotta think of somethin to trap ya and make ya submit and take yer ass in front of this crowd but what? Yer shoulder definitely hurtin so I can work that for sure...Im literally holdin ya up I know...so...I go with what I know and wrap my arms around ya then lift ya off yer feet gruntin as I lift yer weight up then SLAM ya face down to the canvas...not waitin I drop down behind ya and grab both yer arms in a face down double hammerlock bendin yer arms behind ya and up yer back...my big cock layin in yer sweaty crack...that hole so ready for my dick...my dick leakin precum into yer crack...I lean down grindin my cock in yer crack...forcin yer arm up higher..."say it big man...say it....who's the last man standin now?"

Taking control... keeping control, or rather, you get me on my belly and secure both hands behind my back. My shoulder aches, my back hurts, my face is red with exhaustion while you line up your cock. I can feel the dribble of precum onto my crack... I can feel the metal stud on the underside of your cock move around over my skin. I grit my teeth while you hold me like this... There is no way I can get loose... but I don't want to admit defeat either. I can ride this out, I can recover, I can take back control. At least I did, until you start moving my arms higher, applying the pressure from the hammerlock to the bad shoulder. You feel it immediately, the squirming of a man in pain. My legs are slightly spread, my hole revealed, and you might notice that it tenses and spasm with the rest of my body. 

Maddy's Asshole

I cry out in pain from the position... the Ref is of no help here, a submission will not save me. I say it quietly... "Fuck... fuck me...." Then clench my eyes, expecting you to start.

I can hear the pain in yer voice....and I see the tremblin of that shoulder as I work that double hammer in good and tight...pushin them arms up higher and higher...I dont wanna break yer arms but I aint about to back off either...I hafta admit Ive never felt more proud than right now...proud of me...proud of you...this incredible man always givin his all in a match and we've both done that...I know that shoulder aches bad...hell once this is over I can only imagine the pain Im gonna hafta work thru but my adrenaline and endorphin levels are off the charts right now...I hear yer request and grin slowly...I lean down toward ya as I work the hammer and whisper back..."one more time...say it one more time stud....say "fuck me Daddy" my cock already lined up with yer hole...hell the tip of it is already pressin against yer hole as I wait for yer response...

You have me. The pain is too much, and you lean close on me, close enough that when you speak, I can feel your breath on the side of my face. My fans watch while the camera zooms in. The only saving grace is that our words are quiet enough, so only we can hear them. "Fu.... Fuck.. me...." I nod... "Fuck me.... Danny..." I wince, closing my eyes... and you can feel my hole clench at the tip of your cock. "Fuck me... Daddy..." I nod... knowing it's time.

the camera zooms in on both of us...the two of us layin in a big puddle of sweat...the fans watchin as well...the ref even watchin...I see the horny fucker and I know what hes thinkin...I lean down into ya..."good choice stud..." I raise up keepin yer arms hammered but not as tight as before...I want ya to enjoy this as much as Im goin to...my cock at yer hole as I press in...my pierced cockhead goin in first...takin my time cause I dont wanna tear yer hole with my piercin but its smooth as long as I take my time...and is well lubed already with sweat and yer precum...I start pushin my thick uncut cock in yer hole an inch at a time...holdin yer arms tight...checkin ya as I go in...yer ass clampin down around it and...

Hammerlock Fucking

well I'll be damned...this stud is pullin my cock in...somethin I'm famous for too when I get fucked...I grin at that as I get all 9 inches in there...then I start slowly thrustin in and out...in and out...buildin up speed slow as yer tight hole opens up for me but still clamps down at the same time...I lean down holdin yer arms..."fuckkkk...oh fuck yes...that ass...just as amazin as the man its attached to" I whisper in yer ear...I raise back up and start pickin up more speed as I drill and thrust deep inside ya

My breathing deepens as you enter me. I can feel it, the piercing specifically, moving through me, the metallic tip running along the edge of my canal while you move into me inch after inch. I clench on your cock unintentionally. The motion of you snaking up through me, causes me to gasp, until you finally bottom out with all 9 inches pressing into my prostate. My balls start to churn at the intrusion. "Oh fuck..." I say when we are one. I then clench my teeth and shift a little under you, a slight motion causing my canals to slide along your cock while you are inside of me. "Fuck... you're so... big...." You fucking start slow while you speak to me, and you start to speed up. With each thrust you give me, my cock rubs against the canvas. I don't want to cum again... that would leave me too exhausted to fight.

Still have yer arms locked down as I pick up speed with my dick drillin yer ass...I feel ya shift and that just sends shivers up thru me and I realize yer cock is hard again under ya...fuck yes...i get to fuck this ass and breed and make ya cum again? Thats a prize worth havin for sure! I start thrustin faster and deeper as the sweat drips off me onto yer back...knowin yer cock is bein jacked off by the canvas under ya...I growl low..."yeah....fuck thats god...oh fuck yes...yes...yes....blow that load for me big man....empty them nuts for me again cause I about to fill that ass full for ya..." my speed pickin up faster and faster...my big low hangin cum tanks churnin like theyre blendin somethin...my load for one thing...again and again I thrust deeper in ya...my pierced head punchin at yer prostate as I keep them arms in place...

My body knows that your cock doesn't belong in me. You can feel it clench, the muscles push, the involuntary motion tries to repel you out of me while you fuck me. As much as my body tries to push you out, as much as it knows you do not belong, the thing that pushes me more is the feeling of that piercing sliding through me. It is completely foreign; the feel of it sliding through me cannot be ignored, and you can tell that from me as I moan from the fucking. My face is pressed to the side of the canvas, and I can see the crowd watching me. I see the flashes from the phones while you have your way with me. All the various sights and concepts flood my mind while you fuck me like this, and the sensation of my cock sliding against the canvas drives my balls crazy.

Normally, I might be able to resist this, but your cock is just so big, and each stab to my prostate is becoming too much for me to resist. "Oh fuck... fuck..." I keep saying that while I clench on your cock, the pain of the shoulder serves to help slow the oncoming orgasm... but we both know that it is inevitable, that you will fuck another load out of me regardless of how much I resist.

I keep thrustin and drillin and poundin that ass faster now....even POWER fuckin yer hole as we both know it dont belong in there but I can tell we're both enjoyin it all the same and I see yer body tense up and I know yer about to blow another load...and I hope its soon cause my dick is about to explode...my balls are churnin like crazy and I caint hold...suddenly my eyes glaze over and I know what's gonna happen...sweat pours off me onto yer back...my furry mouth openin as I let out a loud gutteral ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR...my cock suddenly EXPLODINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN...shootin out thick hard ropes of cum deep in yer hole...

Pumping and Pumping

my balls shootin every drop they have up thru my dick and into yer ass as I fill that hole up...my heavy breathin all around us as I feel yer butt clench suckin the cum outta my dick and I hope that means yer about to blow again

The crowd gets more and more excited as you get closer. I try and endure while you slide through me, the stud raking across my canal as a constant reminder. Right as I think I can ride this out, I feel you cross the line. You're not exactly trying to hold back, you want your release, and when I feel you start to flood me with your warm liquid, its too much for me to take. I shudder under you while a moan escapes my mouth, and my cock which keeps rubbing against the canvas, can no longer resist the stimulation. "oh... Oh fuck... Fuck..." I clench my eyes while my face is pressed against the canvas, and my cum pools out of my cock under me.

You fuck a load out of me while I'm held down, helpless, in your embrace.

My orgasm startin to subside when I feel yr body tense under me and glance down and grin wide...that massive champion cock blowin its second load out of the night! the crowd on their feet as the cameras catch every moment...just then I hear a loud MOAN comin from across the ring and look up and see the Ref blowin a load out onto the canvas...the horny fucker...well he's entitled I guess...I stay inside ya til that second orgasm of yer subsides then I let go of yer arms layin em down at yer sides releasin the hold as I lay on top of ya...fuck...so drained and so satisfied but...theres one more thing I have to do...I lean down plantin a kiss on yer lips then raise up and slowly pull my dick from yer ass..still coated in my cum...my PA shinin from that...I slowly and shakily get to my feet standin over ya and flexin for the crowd.

You pull out of me slowly. I can still feel it inside of me, a little bit dripping from my hole. It's now that the match continues. It is a Last Man Standing Match, which means I will only lose if I fail to get back up. The Ref starts to count... "One... Two...." I'm breathing heavily, hands moving, I plant them and start to push. The strain in the shoulder shows, I start to get a knee up. "Three... Four..." I push once... starting to get up, and the crowd for a moment can see from the camera a glimpse of my still hard cock. "Five... Six..." I push up a little more, getting my second knee up. On my hands and knees, my back aches, and I take a deep breath...

"Seven..." I try to push up once more... but then I slump forward, my ass still spread with cum visible in the hole. "Eight...." I plant my hands again... "Nine....." I wince... and push... nothing.... "Ten!" The Bell Rings.

"The Winner of the match, the Last Man Standing, Dan Freyr!"

Standin there....sweat drippin...cock drippin...heavin...gaspin...pantin...watchin ya tryin to stand...this match so sappin...its taken everythin we both have here tonight...I hear the Ref countin...ya keep tryin to get up...over and over...and I know if ya do...I aint got nothin left to give...the count reaches seven....then eight...then nine...I realize im holdin my breath but I dont exhale until he counts TEN! I exhale hard and fast as the announcer comes on and the crowd explodes into cheers...I raise my arms weakly to acknowledge the win...but they're too tired to stay up for long. I come over to where yer layin...and the crowd watchin as I lift ya up off the mat holdin ya beside me and yell out "YEAH I WON THIS..BUT THIS MAN IS THE CHAMPION AND HE'S INCREDIBLE...THE INCREDIBLE MADISON JONES!" The crowd explodin into cheers for both of us as I hold onto ya and we walk outta the ring together...I collect our gear and we get applauded every step of the way out of the arena headed to the showers and some recovery time.