THE HIGH TABLE

You know, I've always wanted to wrestle here. I can't be certain if it is true, but Mom would always tell me that when I was born, Dad made a promise that he would wrestle here one day. Don't think he ever made it here, even as part of International Pro Wrestling, but that's all beside the point. Sentimental stuff aside, tonight is going to be a major battle on the 4th of July. I'm facing off against Dan Freyr... again, this time in a 2 out of 3 Breeding Match, which means you have to cum inside your opponent. ECW BlowOut indeed.

Better yet is that they are timing it so that fireworks will go off after each fall. Man, my dick is hard just thinking about it. It's a good thing I'm in the shower getting myself cleaned off and cleaned up for the action ahead. This might be one of the biggest matches I've done... Once I'm done there, I head back out into the locker room stark naked, not a care in the world. The night's Pay Per View is coming to an end soon, with us as the final match. Dan is around here somewhere, wonder if he's gonna get a peek at me in the buff before we head out or not. Either way, I open my locker and start gearing up. My usual blue boots first, then the blue trunks.

The Big Apple. New York City. Madison Square Garden. I still cain't believe I'm here and I cain't think of nobody I'd rather be in the ring with than the MAN himself...Madison Jones! And what a match we picked! A breedin match with best 2 outta 3...and fireworks after each fall! OK yeah, I'm fuckin STOKED and PUMPED for this! This has to be the biggest thing that's ever happened to me. Who'd think that a country redneck like me would be doin an ECW match in probably the best known sports arena in the fuckin world? And yeah, I definitely got the irony of the match name and the name of the event too. The promoters at ECW do have a twisted sense of humor but I gotta admit...it definitely works! And I hear we have a sell out crowd for this too! Oh hell yeah...this is gonna be one helluva match and if I know both of us we're gonna battle it out and go at it even harder and heavier than we done the first two times!

In the shower soapin my hairy tatted muscled body as Im already thinkin about moves and strategies to use against this hot muscle beef cake. And, I'm sure he's got some ideas as well. The man is a legend for good reason and anytime I get a chance to go against him, I'll take it! I finish up in my shower just as I hear somebody else here and I don't need eyes to know who it is. I wait til he's done with his shower before I come out, towel wrapped around my waist. Yer already there and gawd damn...that body...that cock...fuck could one man look so damn good all the damn time? My big dick under my towel already pushin against it as I stop to admire that body of yers as ya open yer locker and start gettin geared up. Ya aint seen me walk in and force my dick to behave itself as I clear my throat so ya know I'm here and head to my locker across the floor and open it, lettin my towel drop and my body turned the right way so ya can get a long look at me too. I slip on socks and my black boots lacin em up and closed then grab my black wristbands and slide em on slowly as I can feel yer eyes on me. Finally, I pull out my dark grey almost black double strap singlet and a black thong that I slip on slowly over my boots and slide up my legs makin sure to arrrange my cock and balls in it. Yeah, I know I'm givin ya a show and that's just what was wanted. Finally, I slide on the singlet and pull the straps over my shoulders as I slam my locker door and turn around finally, catchin yer eye. With a grin and a wink, I growl, "See somethin ya like muscle boy?"

My attention is only half on you while you enter and make your presence known. I am standing by my locker, only wearing my boots, looking over at the display of the action in the ring. They are at the end, where a man is getting fucked into submission, and yes, my cock is nice and firm while I watch the action. My attention drifts to you while you move to your area and start to prepare for the match, all while I stay standing there, my blue trunk hanging in my hand. Only once they are done fucking, do I turn away from the monitor and catch a glimpse of you slipping on that Singlet. The last time I saw you in one of those was when we had our last match... we both know how that ended. Not this time. It's now that I slip on my trunks and spend a good moment tucking away my dick and balls so the stretchy fabric cradles them nicely; a perfect mix of support and visible for the audience.

"Been watching your matches, Dan." I say flatly while I adjust myself. "You're good. Very good. You ain't winning tonight, not in New York, not in the garden." I finish adjusting myself and head towards the stage door. They will be sending me out first in a moment.

I see ya watchin that display of the action goin on in the ring. I can hear the moans and groans of it as I adjust my singlet...my cock obviously already hard as fuck underneath my gear. Ya finally slide on them blue trunks of yers that fit so damn well. I grin at yer comments, "thanks and I know how good you are remember? BOTH times." I let that sink in and then, "Dont be countin yer wins before they happen muscle man...this is New York...the BIG apple...and we both got BIG cocks...and I just might get lucky and beat ya ya know. Stranger thins have happened." By now, Im standin nearly nose to nose with ya with that cocky smirk on my bearded face ya know so well. I know we're gonna be called soon and move in a bit closer and rub my bulge against yers as I lean in and whisper, "good luck tonight stud...yer gonna need cause I aint gonna back down without a battle" I move back from ya with a grin and a wink as I grab a water to drink before we get called.

I can feel it while you rub against me, that piercing you have in your cock. I know just how effective that thing can be, but when it's used against me... but also used against you. There is little response from your closeness to me. I'm used to people getting in my personal space and acting tough. It isn't until the violence comes that the tough guy act actually means anything, and we all know that there are too many men out there who talk a big game only to crumple into submissive boys craving breeding at the first sign of assault. That's not you, I know firsthand that you can back up your words, but that doesn't mean I back down. It makes me rise to the challenge.

"Yeah, good luck out there. Gonna need it Dan. Try not to get fucked 0-2, ok?" Now that you're away from me, I head to the door ready to head out.

I chuckle at yer comment shakin my head. "Yeah I'll do my best big man. I'll try and make ya look as good as I can...even when I'm beatin on ya and fuckin ya." I shoot back as ya head to the door.

Ladies and Gentlemen, It's time for the main event! The following contest is scheduled as a 2 out of 3 match, falls by breeding only! Each round will be accompanied by a display of fireworks, courtesy of the new mayor of New York City, in support of our continued sport. Introducing first, a man who needs little introduction in ECW, he stands at 5'10" and weighs in at 210 lbs! He is the Heavyweight Champion, the King of the Ring, the IN-SPUR-RATIONAL... MAD-I-SON JOOOOONES!"

Stepping out onto the stage while my music starts up, an English cover of Alumina, the fans cheer. I spread my arms wide while my pyrotechnics go off, and a shower of sparks flows over me.

Coming to the ring, I slap hands with the fans, smiling the whole way. The arena, Madison Square Garden, is huge and at max capacity, with easily a few thousand in attendance, not to mention all those watching live from their homes. When I get to the ring, I roll into it and climb a turnbuckle. Raising both hands, the crowd showers me with countless 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 his breeding.

 - Madison Jones

And here comes his opponent! These men have both met twice now and are evenly tied and matched for this! Who is going to leave him beaten and well breeded? Let's find out as we welcome the man himself...the man who beat our champ and plans to do it again tonight! At 5'9", 186 lbs. of raw tattooed hairy muscle! The redneck from Montana! Here is is...DAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNN...FREYRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!"

I come down the ramp with my eyes locked on yers as the fans high five me...on my hands and...well...other parts and that's OK. I know I'm HOT and I dont mind! I get to the ring and slide in and hit a pose back at ya and growl loud enough for the fans to hear, "ITS TIME FOR A NEW CHAMPION AND THAT'S WHAT I AIM TO BE WHEN I GET THE NEXT TITLE SHOT!!!" I smirk at ya as the fans go crazy and I bounce my furry pecs at ya!

 - Dan Freyr

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Round 1
Jones : 0 | Freyr : 0

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Once you make your way to the ring and that music dies down, you see me resting on the other side of the ring, my back against the buckle with my hands on my hips. I'm simply watching, taking in your display, and making note of how into the moment you are. Coming out of the corner, I come to the center of the ring where the Ref is, so we can get things started. You know me, I'm a grappler, and both arms come up ready to engage. Once the bell rings, I lunge in ready to start things off with a proper collar and elbow.

I come out to meet ya in the center as the ref quickly runs thru everythin...but he might as well be readin the back of a mayo jar for all we care. The bell rings and I lunge into ya in that collar and elbow aware of how ya start and just as our arms lock up on each other, I suddenly drop to one knee and GRAB yer thighs in my hand tight then RAM a shoulder up into yer lower abs as I go for a fast double leg takedown!

Starting things off with a nice solid Collar and Elbow, it's everything a wrestler could ask for. Two men, muscle, the opening moves, and battle of wits for how they respond to each other jockeying to get the upper hand. In a raw contest of strength, I have the clear advantage with 25 extra lbs, and about 13 years younger, I don't mind bringing up. All the same, the dance starts off well with the traditional maneuver.

It's then that you surprise me. Guys often pivot into a knee to the gut when the Collar isn't working out for them, and the more spry guys might even try to monkey flip and send the bigger guy flying. I know because I do both regularly. In this case, when you drop to your knees and ram your shoulder into my gut, that catches me off guard and knocks some wind from my lungs. It's nothing I can't recover from, so while you are grabbing my leg to drop me to the canvas with the take down, I throw my arms when falling, smacking the canvas to help mitigate the impact. It's an old Aikido trick from my training days. More important is that I have an open, so I kick my legs around your core, and try to clasp them around you tightly, aiming to lock in a Body Scissors. I know it's a little early for grappling... but it's too good of an opportunity to pass up.

I can tell yer a lil surprised at my hold and I know yer expert enough to know how to fall so I aint surprised when yer arms take the impact. I raise up still holdin yer thighs in my hand and know what yer next move is gonna be...and Im right as them muscled legs SNAP closed around my core flexin and squeezin in...I yell out from that playin it up for the fans...them legs are fuckin strong but I been workin my core hard and heavy even though I still feel that crushin power ya go. I SLAM a big forehead down across yer pecs then bring that forearm up against yer throat pushin into yer windpipe hard...my other hand reachin down grabbin a handful of tight pec muscle and squeezin it hard!

My legs are no joke, in all honestly, I should really use them a bit more...

- Maddy on Leg Day

Clasping them around your core, even with your training, you can feel the full might of my quads while they squeeze. You manage to fend it off well enough and counter by dropping down and slamming your head into my pecs. I grunt, but then you start playing a little rude. One arm comes up and presses into my throat, the other grabs my pec and squeezes, something I'm sure you enjoy. My hands are working a bit different. One goes to wrap around your head to finish the position I've set up, the other comes to clasp forward as I try to lock in a Guillotine Choke. Again, I know it's early for this, but when the opportunity presents itself, you take it.

- Guillotine Choke

The match minutes old as we're locked up together tight...course that's somethin we both enjoy no matter if its to cause pain or pleasure or both. I let go of yer pec and bring my free hand up to grab onto yer head with it and raise it up about to slam it back down when them cobra arms of yers come up fast and...oh fuck...Freyr ya walked into it again ya big dumb fuck...I curse myself as that guillotine starts to lock in and release the forearm choke and grab at yer hands tryin to break it before ya can get it locked in good!

This is exactly why Dad used to complain about BJJ entering the Pro Wrestling world. It's become more and more common, and to be frank, it's a bit boring. This crowd, this arena, it deserves the full spectacle of the sport, and not a 30-second choke-out. As such, I ease up on my arms, somewhat relieved when I feel your grip on my pec ease. Shifting our weight left to right, the left again, I release my legs and fling you from my grip a couple of feet away. I then follow up by bringing my knees to my chest and kip up to my feet, showing off some athleticism in the process.

Suddenly, I'm surprised as ya shift us back and forth and then release the hold and toss me off ya like I was sack of flour! Well, I know how to land too as I hit the canvas on my chest but my hands slap it as it hit to take the impact and I look over as ya flip up on yer feet. I smirk at that as I get to my feet the normal way. I smirk at ya, "Fuckin showoff!" a chuckle behind that smirk as we circle again. This time, I don't wait as I charge in with my right arm up goin for a fast clothesline!

I shrug innocently with a smirk as you call me a showoff, both hands coming up front again as I'm looking to see how you react. At least, that's what I would like to do, but while I'm shrugging, you come in a like a freight train with your arm stretched out. I only manage to get my arms up because I shrugging, but the impact against my forearms knocks me down to my back with a loud clatter to the canvas. With me down on my back, I growl, then try to sweep my legs at you, aiming to take you off your feet in the process!

That clothesline takes ya down and ya mighta swept my feet out only I dint stop as yer legs sweep out and dodge em and hit the opposite ropes and bounce off leapin up with my left elbow up comin down with an elbow smash aimed at yer sternum!

The moment my leg sweep misses, I know I'm in trouble. There is a instinct to roll away while you keep moving to the ropes, but instead, I aim for the tough guy approach and ready my arms. I'm not sure what aerial attack you will do with me down here, but I have a pretty good idea of where you will aim, my chest, so I ready my arms so I can soak it. Sure enough, you come leaping in with an elbow drop, and my arms are there to take the hit. As for what happens next...

I grab hold of that arm with both hands, shift some weight to flip you on your back, and then pull that arm between my legs. You know what I'm trying to do... I go to kick up my legs aiming to get them on your chest so I can lock in a Cross Armbar!

- Cross Armbar

I'm comin down fast when I see them arms of yers come up to protect yer chest...already knowin my elbow drop aint gonna do much but I caint just stop in mid air and I come down hard as ya grab at that arm as it hits...I felt it hit but before I know it ya shift and flip me on my back....ufffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff...that arm goin between yer legs...I bring my free arm up as them legs of yers kick up and stop em from comin down full...my boots kickin the canvas as I twist and thrash and try to yank my trapped arm free. Yer legs stopped by my arm but I know that aint gonna stop ya as I use my free hand to grab at the inside of one of yer thighs and claw my fingers into it as hard as I can!

You know what you are doing... you know how to prevent the Cross Armbar before it is full locked in, your free arm up to your chest to keep me from fully locking my legs down. Your trapped arm, it provides a distraction, as the fingers start wiggling, searching. A first I think you are trying to grab my bulge, but then I feel your fingers and nails grip hold of my meaty thigh. Grunting from that, if you won't behave yourself, I can pile on some damage. The boot closest to your head, I pull that leg up... and them go to ram my heel into the side of your face!

I growl as I keep tryin to free my arm and dig my fingers on my other hand into yer thigh deeper tryin to grab that nerve center in there and make ya release me...both of us twistin and strugglin...the crowd wild watchin of course...suddenly that boot nearest my head RAMMMMSSSSSSSSSSS into the side of my face! aaaaawwwwwwwwwwwghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! I yell out as I loose the grip on yer thigh and that arm drops smackin my hand on the canvas as Im seein stars for a minute or five here!

Ohhhh, you felt that, didn't you? I still have control of that trapped arm. If I can't apply the the crossbar, I can do something else that will put that body of yours on display. I keep hold of the trapped arm with one hand now, and reach the other down to your leg... my palm running down the firm muscles to your boot then your ankle. I grip hold of that, adjust myself to line up my boots, and them RAM them into your back. I apply a Bow and Arrow hold to you, and those cameras are not shy about capturing your full torso in that form fitting single, in all its glory.

My head swimmin from that heel smash to my face...fuck that hurt but I aint about to let that stop me as I swing my free arm back up...my fist clenched tight as I bring it down hopin to hit somethin that'll cause ya pain but ya quickly grab my leg and them boots SLAM into my back as ya lock down that damn bow and arrow on me! AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I yell out as ya bend me backwards by that arm and leg....my free arm and leg poundin and kickin the canvas as this tough seasoned pro is workin me good!

I realize you're older than me, and honestly, that's a bit of a turn on... but it also means you might have back problems. This is going to be a long match, I plan to fuck you three times during it, and so this will likely take an hour. Maybe more. As such, I keep the Bow and Arrow applied, enough to cause some damage, but then release before it gets too serious. That mercy comes at a cost, because, as soon as you roll over to your belly, I'm getting to my knees beside you. Both hands reach for your shoulders, for those straps. If I'm going to fuck you three times and put you on display for an hour, then I best get started with the stripping. I PULL those fuckers down, and if you don't stop me, I plan to strip the whole singlet off you, right now...

I yell out as them boots DIG into my spine...bein bent back like this aint no damn walk in the park and even though I'm older my back is in great shape but this still fucking hurts like a bitch! Suddenly, ya release the hold as I roll over on my stomach. Shakin my head, my brain thinkin "what the fuck is this? The Madison Jones Instruction Wrestling Hold video?" All I know is I better get up and move away fast, but yer not gonna let that happen as ya grab onto my singlet straps and start yankin em down. I growl, "Oh no ya dont mutha fucker!" I bring my arm nearest ya down and then shoot it between yer legs and RAM my forearm into yer bulge as hard as I can. I ain't gonna get stripped that damn fast!

You choose to play dirty now... With my attention on getting your singlet off you, as soon as they are free of your arms, one of your arms comes between my legs. I think you're aiming to grab my boot... I'm wrong. Bringing that arm up between my legs, I immediately cry out, both hands releasing the fabric while I fall backwards on my back. One hand cradles my hard bulge, with the other tries to push me away from you, afraid of what you might do if you get an opening.

As for the Ref... well, this match is a bit special. It's falls by Breeding Only, but it is still a wrestling match with rules. He makes that clear to you by giving you a warning.

That forearm hittin damn good as ya let go of me and fall on yer back. My singlets straps down my arms and I roll up to my feet yankin em off my wrists lettin em dangle from my waist. I see ya down cradlin yer hard bulge as the ref steps in to warn me. I glare at him and growl, "what? ya wanna piece of me too!" I dont wait for his pithy reply as I come at ya grabbin yer boots and liftin em up then I plant my big right boot over yer hand covered bulge and shove it down keepin them killer legs of yers spread open snarlin, "try and strip me and fuck me again tough man. I aint that easy!" I put my 186 lb. body into the boot grind twistin it back and forth!

Gripping hold of my legs, you feel me trying to keep them from you, then trying to pull them away. I'm weakened by the low blow, so you manage to keep control of them, spread nice and wide while the cameras capture the action. The Ref huffy, but he doesn't matter now, because you place your boot on over my hand that is cupping my balls. ...I should have wore my cup today. I have little choice here, I'm not going to let you break my balls and my hand is right there to protect, so clench my hand muscles like a protective dome while you shift and place your full weight on them. It fucking hurts. You see it in my eyes...I kick my legs in your grip, my free arm coming up to pull at your leg while you keep up the punishment.

All the while, the huffy Ref starts being a pain in your ass. Having ignored him regarding the low blow, you are now doing something that is very, shall we say, low blow adjacent. He start yell at you and ordering you to release me, and then starts counting with his big boy voice.

As much as I could easily hurt that bulge of yers that ain't my goal here and Mr Huffy Ass is barkin at me like some fuckin chihuahua about low blows and shit. I keep a tight grip on yer legs not lettin em loose as I growl at the chihuahua, "Fine...ya wanna legal hold. Watch this fucker." I suddenly TWIST yer legs in my grip flippin ya over on yer chest. Still holdin yer legs I wrap yer boots around my calves tight then reach down and grab yer muscled arms crankin em back then I...LIFT...ya off the canvas in a standin surfboard. I snarl at the ref, "is this legal enough for ya fucker?" He aint got no choice but to move back as I lift ya up higher then growl at ya, "Ready to UP big man?" I suddenly drop backwards to the mat aimin to lift ya up OVER me into an inverted surfboard as the arena explodes!

All I can do is endure and wait while this "discussion" between you and the Ref happens. You cave to his demands and get your foot on my hands, something I'm very happy for, but that is short-lived as you flip me on my belly. You then start setting me up for a move I'm very familiar with... As soon as you step on the back of my knees, I know what you are doing. My hand start pulling at the canvas, clawing, trying to get us closer to the ropes. They are too far away... Gripping my arms and pulling them back, you easily fall backwards and lift me up into air, the bright lights of Madison Square Garden illuminating my lightly sweaty torso for all the fans to see.

I know this move... I know its weakness... and so I start to shift my weight, knowing how difficult it is to keep a heavier man up in the air like this. I shift left, then right, then left again, aiming to throw off the balance. Let's see how that works out.

The fans wild as I get ya UP in the air over me...every muscle in my hairy tattooed body flexed and tensed as I hold yer weight up over me. I can see the overhead jumbotron showin a closeup of this and of course its focused on that big bulge of yers but I'm in the picture as well so that works for me as I start twistin yer arms in my grip as I pull and wrench em harder and tighter. I feel ya tryin to shift and I do my best to try and ride it out as my boots locked tight on yer legs start to STRETCH yer legs open wider...makin them hamstrings stretch and start to burn. The sweat from yer body drippin down on me as I keep ya up there. "Oh yeah big man...I been workin on learnin some new things since the last time!" I taunt ya.

Alright... you clearly know this move too, and how to keep a man in it. My struggle so far has been to try and destabilize you, but you know how to counter that approach while keeping the pressure cranked. It shows in my face; I wince from the pain as my shoulders and legs start to feel it. That, in turn, spurs me harder, shifting my weight more and more... it's quite the sight for all those fans of mine who send in letters about wanting to see me suffer. All the same, I start building that rocking motion more and more, to the point where I don't think you can ignore it. The move is clearly having an effect on me... and that camera showing my torso to the crowd, it also captures the fact that my bulge is getting nice and firm in the process.

I got ya trapped in that hold and I know ya know it and I know ya know I know it and I see ya buildin that rockin motion more and more as I work to ride it out...I smile to myself thinkin "if this was a rasslin porn video, things would go a whole other direction" but this aint and we aint gonna do that...yet anyway. The crowd goin wild at yer muscled body stretched out like this and that bulge hard as fuck...well...so is mine for damn sure. That rockin motion movin faster and faster as the fans start cheerin louder with each rock til finally I hafta break this and as ya rock I bring us down...BAMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...to the canvas with you on yer stomach lettin go of yer arms and legs and spinnin around on my knees as I grab them purty blue trunks of yers and YANK em off yer muscled ass! The fans go rabid seein this as I yank my singlet down off my waist and down to my thighs releasin my hard thick 9 inch uncut pierced dick! The light catchin my PA as it reflects off the metal. I dont wait as I twist on top of ya and double axe yer shoulders as my big cock is already planted right in that sweaty buttcrack of yer fabled ass!

Madison Stripped!

Madison Jones

You finally release the hold in a motion to sling me onto my belly. I manage to get my arms up, since you released them, which helps cushion my face from the impact, but it's still hit and I'm starting to feel it, not to mention those bright lights blasting my face are still lingering on my retinas. What happens next is I feel your reaching down to grab my trunks. My hands claw at the canvas trying to pull away from you while the crowd heightens to cheers with the ensuing stripping. You remove the trunks clean from my body, my ass on display...

Madison's "Fabled" Ass

The crowd gets louder... that tells me something, you are probably stripping yourself. I don't see how much you drop them by, I'm in escape mode now. While you may be aiming to drop a double handle down on my back, while you are self-stripping, I lunge forward, getting to the ropes. That saves me the impact from the handle... and quite possibly, the breeding that would start shortly after.

That hot muscled body stripped naked cept for yer boots...and I do love fuckin a hot man in boots...I get my singlet down to my thighs but then I feel ya movin and I bring my arms up goin for that double axe but ya manage to lunge forward and escape to the ropes as my fists hit the canvas instead!

I see ya grab the ropes as I get to my feet and drop my singlet down my legs and to the canvas and kick it aside and come after ya fast grabbin yer arms and throwin ya into the nearest corner chest first and SLAM my body into yers makin sure this time my hard cock in planted in yer buttcrack. I grab yer chin with both hands from behind and crank yer neck back growlin in yer ear, "ready to get breeeded and beaten tough man?"

Tossing me to the corner, you seem to forget that I'm a pretty capable fella more than able to hold my own. When you come up behind me, arms grabbing my chin, I feel that hard cock of yours pressing against my glutes... I feel that metal piercing too... it's warm just like your body. Speaking of cocks...

- Maddy's Dick

My cock is nice and hard, now pressing against the middle buckle. The sweat on my body is showing; you literally have me on the ropes, and you have the gall to ask me if I'm ready for a breeding. "Fuck... off..." I lift my boot and drive my heel down into your toes as hard as I can!

That muscled butt of yers right where it needs to be...with my big uncut cock in the crack and soon to be in yer tight hole cause I remember what that felt like the last time. and speakin of cocks...

- Dan's Cock

I crank that neck again then move one hand down to yer hard dick rubbin the middle buckle. I grasp it in my hand and start strokin that beast as I GRINDDDDDDDDD my thick cock up and down yer crack...I snarl back "no...fuck...you..." But, then just gotta ruin my fun as that boot comes down and STOMPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS the toes in my boot as I YELL out and let go of yer chin and yer cock movin back glarin at ya...shakin that boot I SLAM a forearm down across yer back then drop to one knee and bring a forearm up between yer legs into big balls!

The moment you get your hand on my cock, you feel me start to fall under control, a sudden stop... a shudder... and my hand coming down to grip yours to fight it. That's when I stomp your foot, as I said. That yell of yours is like music to my ears. I throw back a reverse headbutt, thinking it would hit you, but I didn't anticipate you dropping to your knees. It's then that you continue to break the rules and throw another low blow up between my legs, clear as day!

The Ref is not happy... You are blatantly ignoring his orders, and he start barking at you with threats of disqualification if you continue. While that is happening, I fall to my side, next to the ropes, gripping my cock in obvious pain from the low blow. I'm trying to get out of the ring.

Yeah I know it was a low blow but I'm pissed cause I shoulda just gone with the fuck and shoved my dick in yer ass and taken this fall but I wanted to give this tough muscle stud some pleasure as I took his ass but that dint happen and so I went with a reflex move. The Ref jumps in pissed as hell jawin at me about warnings and low blows and disqualifications and shit. Im standin there bareassed and booted arguin with a man wearin a striped shirt and pants! The humor not lost on me Im so tempted to grab the ref and strip his shirt off him but then that'd probably get me DQd for sure! With my attention diverted, I dont see ya fall and roll to get outta the ring.

Falling out of the ring, I land on my side, happy to see you didn't stop my escape. I need a moment to recover as I keep gripping my balls... they are going to be bruised after that 3rd low blow... There is anger in me too. I hear you talking with the Ref, or rather, him lecturing you. Looking up from the padded floor, I grab the edge of the apron rising to my knees and see that boot in front of me. If you are not going to play nice, neither will I... I reach for that boot, and try to pull you off your feet!

Arguin with the ref is never fun and this one is about 3 bricks shy of a load as we argue and hurl spit back and forth. "Whatssa matter dickless? Ya made cause I aint tryin to fuck yer ass?" I growl at him as he gives me yet another warnin. My boot behind me suddenly gets YANKED hard and I yell out "what th...." and I SLAM into the ref head to head knockin him down on his ass to the canvas I drop as well with my face planted right in his crotch as the fans go ballistic!

As amusing as that might be, what I do next is far less. With your boot in my hand, I raise it up, and slam the back of your knee down on the edge of the apron, which is commonly known as the hardest part of the ring. You can see it in my eyes when I'm lifting your leg; I'm pissed.

After the impact, I'm still holding your boot. We are right next to the ring post; my head shifts, looking right at it. I start to pull you that way.

I raise up off the ref's crotch as he lays there holdin his head and twist over on my back seein ya with my boot. I pull hard on it but too late as ya YANK me forward on my bare ass and SLAMMMMMMMMMMMMM the back of my knee down on the apron! I ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR out in pain as it shoots up and down that leg. Then I see ya draggin me by that boot headed to the ring post. OH FUCK NO! I bring my other boot UP and shoot it out toward ya aimed right at yer head to try and stop ya before ya get any more brilliant ideas!

You know what is coming next... and in your desperation, you throw your free leg at me, kicking my chin! That knocks me off you, barreling back away to the barricade where I lean on it, arms spread. A few fans, always opportunistic, touch and pat my sweaty body. I growl with my eyes focused on you, push off the barricade, and come right back your way, aiming to grab that boot and continue where I left off!

I don't give ya the chance to grab that boot again as ya hit the barricade and fans get touchy feely with ya I slide outta the ring and drop to my boots outside the ring. My fists up I growl, "ya wanna fight dirty fucker? bring it on!"

Since you've come out to join me, I raise my fists. "Fight dirty! You started it!" I then throw a couple of jabs at you, almost like I'm boxing instead of wrestling. They are a distraction and aimed at the same side as the leg I slammed into the apron. The real hit I go for, it's a European Uppercut with the other arm, aimed right at your jaw!

As for Referee... he is recovering from that bump he took, and noticing we are both outside of the ring. As such, he rises to his feet and starts his count... 1... 2...

I dodge them jabs cause I aint no newbie at fist fights as ya growl back at me. I fire back a fast left to yer ribs then a right to yer gut as the ref is comin around and starts countin...suddenly that european uppercut gets thru...the SMACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK can be heard in the first five rows as I YELL out...spit sprayin out my mouth as my jaw gets ROCKED...my head flies back as I lose my balance and slam head first into the ringpost...the back of my head takin the impact as I slide down to the floor dazed bad!

There we go... a little bit of therapeutic violence never hurt anybody. The couple of hits to my rib and gut I took in that exchange were minor, especially since I could clench up my core this time. Now, with you seeing starts, I reach down to grab your head with both hands, pulling you up to your feet. The Ref is counting. You're not getting away from me. I grip your shoulder with one hand, bring my other hand down to your ass cheek, and grip hold of it tight. How tight? Well, you feel my middle finger slip into your hole for a nice little oil check to make sure you ain't getting free. I then turn, spinning with you, and toss you back into the ring under the bottom rope, followed by me sliding in after.

Down and dazed as ya pull me to my feet...I feel that finger slide in my hole and I gasp and grunt at that...Mr Follow the Rules is still countin as I try and clear my head and fight back but ya spin aorund and toss me back in the ring and follow me in...the ref stops at 7 as we're both back in the ring. My head's cleared enough that I grab onto the ropes and get to my feet and turn around, nowhere close to lettin ya get the best of me. I see ya get up on yer boots and I charge in aimin a big shoulder right at yer solar plexus!

Having slid in after you, I plant my hands and push myself to my feet, while you grip the ropes to pull yourself up. There is a difference in that your charge at me isn't as clean and fast as you would like. I bring my arms up as you collide with me, blocking the blow to my core, but at the cost of taking another impact to my arms. The blow knocks me back. When I came into the ring, it was in the center, between two posts. The impact now knocks me backwards towards one of those corners, with my back hitting it, arms coming up over the ropes to stop me from falling. I hang there for a moment, sweaty and glistening on my body.

I'm looking right at you, ready. If you are foolish enough to come charging in, I'll be ready.

That blow dint nail yer core but it hit ya hard enough to drive ya back into the corner hittin hard...yer arms over the top ropes. And if he thinks I aint gonna come take advantage of that he's got another think comin as I LUNGE in and come in low and RAM my head into yer gut as hard as I can!

That is a mistake, Dan. Fully ready for you, I stay in the corner with my arms gripping the ropes while your charge forward like a raging bull. I wait until you are almost here to act, so there is no chance of you changing course. It's at that moment that I show your the folly of your way, but lifting up both boots and solidly slamming them into your head. All the momentum of your charge combined with the power of my quads, explode into your head causing a huge and even concerning reaction from the crowd. My cock is rock hard.

Already knowin that what Im tryin to do is gonna be a mistake but I've never been one to think twice about somethin and come chargin like a wild bull...checkin once that yer still where ya were...dont wanna be doin this and then suddenly hit empty air...or a ringpost...and I dont hit empty air at all but I sure as hell dont hit yer gut either...suddenly yer boots come up and SLAMMMMMMMMMMM into my bald head nearly takin it off my shoulders as my 196 lbs. gets THROWN backward thru the air and CRASHES down in the center of the canvas as the crowd gasps and yells! I lay there dazed and stunned but still breathin but every part of me is laid out and open...my uncut dick standin straight up as I lay there in pain!

Oh yeah... that looked like it hurt. I wince when the impact happens, but something else as well... I sneer. You've been giving me trouble, Dan, and I ain't about to lose here tonight in the arena I was named after. Coming out of the corner now, I approach you, confident that you are laid out, stunned from that impact... It's not one I would be able to bounce back from, that's for sure. The Ref is already there, on his knees, starting to check on you, but that doesn't matter to me. When I get to you, I drop down on your chest, knees over your shoulders, and more importantly, my cock hovering over your bald head. "Time to get my cock ready for you..." I say while one hand cradles the back of your head, the other gripping my shift, pulling back my foreskin so the tip comes to your lips. The cameras, those really sophisticated ones that can do 18x zoom at 8k resolution, they are doing their job by zooming in on your face with my dick pressed to your lips. The moment you start to react, that your lips part, I force my way into your mouth, all 8 inches across your tongue and to the back of your throat. I start to face fuck you.

Once my cock is firmly in your mouth, I grab your wrist and pin them down alongside your face. Now... let's see how you are taking my cock hitting your uvula, that dangly thing in your throat, over and over again.

I realize the ref is there checkin on me...aint that nice of him since he's part of the reason I'm now where I am...but I caint move a muscle Im so dazed and in pain. My eyes cloudy and seein double and the next thing I know yer on top of me holdin me down...knees over my shoulders...bein pinned down under ya but its obvious I aint goin nowhere no time soon. I feel ya grab the back of my head and lift it up then as my vision clears, I feel the leakin head of yer uncut cock at my lips forcin em open and I know whats comin as ya thrust all 8 inches down my throat hard and rough...I look up and see the anger in yer face and I know Im gonna get skull fucked hard and mean...thank goodness I have no gag reflex...a lesser man wouldnt gagged and choked on yer dick right off but my experienced throat opens up as ya drill and thrust that thick fuck tool in my mouth and down my throat as the fans start to go wild and call our yer name!

Oh fuck... you don't gag at all on this. You must be really used to taking a cock in your mouth! Hunched over you, I make eye contact while I'm violating your throat, my cock sliding back, almost out of your mouth, only to shove forward again and again. You feel, taste, the precum starting to flow from my slit while I do this to you. Normally... this would be considered a pin, but in this type of match, none of that matters. As for blowing my load down your throat? In the past, it's been ruled that it isn't a legal breeding in our sport, though lawyers in a court of law may disagree. I'm here with you now, a mental connection made between two competitors while one dominates the other, one man's cock taking control of another man's body, just the way we all know its suppose to. The face fucking continues while I keep my eyes locked with yours...

- Maddy's Eyes

"Now... I'm going to fuck you, Dan. Nod if you want it..." I say calmly, through deep breaths while I enjoy your mouth on my most sensitive spot. Let's see how you are taking your face fucking.

I see the look of surprise on yer face as I dont gag on yer invadin cock...tho I dunno why...it aint like ya dont already know that I got no gag reflex but that aint stoppin ya from enjoyin plungin that thick hard staff in my mouth and down my throat and I can already taste the hot sweet nectar of yer precum as it drips down my throat...and even with our eyes locked I can see the ref watchin closely and yeah the jury is still on whether this counts as a breedin...some would say yes others would protest and say no...but...bottom line...yer cock is in a hole...my mouth or my ass...they're both entry points on a man's body and I hear ya say yer gonna fuck me and all I can do is nod at ya as I keep my throat relaxed and lay there with my eyes locked on yers and the fans yellin "MADISON...FACE FUCK HIM....MADISON...FACE FUCK HIM!"

"Good." I respond to your nod, releasing your left wrist so I can pat the side of your face while my dick is still down your throat. Shifting my weight, I pull back my hips, letting my cock slide out of your mouth, now perfectly coated with your saliva. That will make things nice and smooth, a small mercy for your hole, but more to help with roughness on my cock since I plan to breed you both rounds... maybe more! Once I'm off you to your side, I roll you over on your belly, grab hold of your hips, and pull them up toward me. I don't stop there. One hand grabs your shoulder, pulling you up to your hands and knees while the other wraps around your core, and of course, my cock presses to your asshole, ready to enter. I put you in the Referee's Position.

Unless you stop me, it happens now. I push into you inch after inch, until I bottom out 8 full hard inches deep inside of you.

Even though my head has cleared the rest of me still hurts like a bitch as ya pull yer hard cock from my mouth...my spit drippin from it...ya roll me over on my stomach as I moan out in pain...thinkin a rib might be cracked cause I can feel a shootin pain on that side of my body but ya get on my stomach and grab my hips pullin em up...then ya grab my shoulder and pull me up on my hands and knees...one arm wrappin around my core as that cock is at my hole and I suck in air gettin ready for it to enter as the fans are yellin and cheerin...and ya know im in no shape to stop ya as that cock goes IN me inch inch until all 8 thick hard inches are inside me fillin my tight hole deep as I moan out like...well...much as I hate to say it...yeah a bitch in heat...but I know how good that cock is and how good it feels gettin fucked by it and this gives my body to recover while we both enjoy this hot fuck thats goin on and I look out at the fans and grin as they yell and cheer at that!

Pulling back my hips, my cock almost slips out of you, then I thrust forward slowly, letting you feel every curve of my cock inside of you. The crowd, my fans, and loving this. A wave of white flashes from camera phones blanket us while I'm fucking you, and with each pass, you feel my ball slap against your ass. I start to pick up the pace while I adjust myself. I've always preferred to put my opponents on display while I fuck them, the crowd loves seeing their sweaty, soaked bodies, a fine piece of machinery, glistening under the lights while they get fucked. You are no different here, Dan, and so my arm gripping your shoulder wraps around your neck while you feel my hairy chest come down on your back. A moment later, while I continue to fuck you, I pull you up so your whole chest, your hard cock, and that shimmering metal in your tip, gleam under the lights while I fuck you. I transition into a kneeling sleeper hold, but the goal isn't to put you out; it's to hold you for what comes next.

My hand on our abs shift up to your pecs to give a momentary feel of your nipple, the left one so I can feel your heartbeat... then I slide it down to your cock. I grip hold of your shaft, fingers coiling around it, pinky to index. I don't start stroking just yet, instead I run my thumb to that metal stud at the tip, and move in a circular motion, knowing that the metal rod running through your member is extremely sensitive. Let's see if I can make you moan like a bitch some more while fucking you.

That thick cock invades my tight hole over and over and over...drillin and thrustin deeper with each thrust as I moan and gasp enjoyin it but also playin it up over the top for the fans in the arena and those at home...knowin this is like porn for em and in a way it is for us too but they dont get to feel how incredible it is...all they can do is watch and cheer and jack off...too bad for them I think...my eyes glancin up at the big screens as they zoom in capturin every sweaty hot moment as ya keep plungin and drillin yer cock into me. That arm around my neck pullin me up with yer chest against my back...my own hard cock stickin out with the PA catchin the light and shinin from the precum droolin outta my uncut head...then I feel that arm tighten around my neck and dunno what yer about to do when suddenly it closes tight around my neck and I realize its some kinda sleeper hold...just then yer hand slides down to my cock and grab hold of it workin it from head to base...yer expert knowin every spot on my head and shaft to hit...yer thumb workin my PA as well as I shoot out more precum...it dont take long before I yell out "FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!" 

Forced to Cum

My thick cock ERUPTSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS....blastin out thick ropes of white hot cum into the air and splatterin on the canvas that thick champion cock of yers keeps pistonin my ass and I know its just a matter of time before it blows and breeds me and claims the fall!

There it is, it happened a bit quicker than I expected, you must really be loving the feel of me inside of you... of the crowd watching it... or maybe I just underestimate how good that PA feels running through your dick. All that matters in this moment is what comes of it, that hot liquid erupting from your tip onto the canvas, and some of it dribbling onto my fingers while I start to stroke your cock.

The feel of your body when this happens... the tightening of your canal, the tensing of your body, all those subtle things that go unnoticed by viewers who yearn to be trapped in the position... That's makes me crazy. The thrusting speeds now, and I unintentionally tighten the grip around your neck while I start to breathe heavily in your ear. You can tell I'm close, and so can the crowd, and the Ref. He drops to his knees to watch my cock sliding back, checking for the first sign of cum. I'm just about there... it's time for some fireworks.

My cock keeps shootin out jets of cum until finally its empty but its still jerkin and throbbin in yer tight grip as that thick uncut tool of yers plunges and drills and thrusts into me over and over...deeper each time...speedin up and I know it wont be long as the ref drops to his knees to check for yer cum...wont be surprised if he tries to lick some of it up when ya do come as I start humpin my ass back toward ya meetin yer thrusts as the fans go wild watchin ya take me and cheerin their champion on for a first fall win...but then that arm around my neck tightens even more as I start chokin and gaggin...the sleeper cuttin off the bloodflow as my eyes start to flutter and I hear yer heavy hot breath in my ear as I try and grab at yer arm to loosen it but my arms are like dead weights.

You feel it now. I pull back my hips one final time, my cock slipping out of you, then I SLAM it back up into you, the motion causing your own hips and cock to rise up as I drill your prostate. I let a moan in your ear as I release your cock. The wet gushes start to fill you now. Bring that bicep up for all my fans to see, I FLEX it hard, all while my cock pumps it load into you, rope after rope.

The Ref is a lucky man; he has the best seat in the house, because he can see my balls contracting while the white gold travels through my shaft to its new home. Easily 8... 9.... even 10.... ropes of cum for forced into you while I hold you like this, and once the Orgasm starts to fade, I release the sleeper and shove you forward into that puddle you made a minute ago. I slowly pull out of your hole while one of those cameras zoom in, and the crowd sees it clear as day...

You've been seeded.

That thick cock of yers unloadin over and over again each time it feels like more cum than the last shot...my ass gettin FILLED and BREEDED as the ref calls the fall in yer favor to the roars and cheers of the fans. Ya hold me tight even as my eyes roll back in my head...my arms hangin limp...yer orgasm starts to fade as ya release the sleeper shove me forward and I land face first into the thick puddle of my own load that I made...ya pull outta me as the cameras zoom in and the ref holds yer arm up signalin the fall win. I lay there nearly out cold and twitchin as my bearded sweaty face gets smeared with my own cum and the bell rings signalin the end of the first fall!

Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the 1st round! MAD-I-SON JONNNNES!

The first round of fireworks starts going off. The display is timed to take two minutes, so we can have a brief recovery. Both hands on your back, I push up to my feet and then slap your ass! Then back away to the corner, elbows over the ropes while my cock stands fully hard, with drips of cum falling to the canvas. I take in deep breaths and look up to the sky, enjoying the view of the fireworks during this short intermission.

With the fireworks goin off and the crowd yellin and all the commotion, I have time to come around and wake up a little and raise my head up outta the puddle my face is in...my cum drippin off my sweaty bearded face as I push up slowly on my hands and knees...I push myself toward the ropes slow and painfully...somethin hurts in my side...either its a cracked rib or its one that's dislocated...either Im in a lotta pain. I spy my singlet nearby and grab it as I get to the ropes and manage to slide under em and drop out to the floor...leanin against the ring apron wipin the cum off my face...mostly my eyes so I can see clearly again...just then one of the fans comes outta the front row and hands me a bottle of water as I look up gratefully. I take the water and hand him the sweaty cum stained singlet as payment. The look of joy on his face makes me grin as I sip at the water and he goes runnin back to his seat with his prize in his hand. I set the bottle down on the edge and feel my side with my hand...yep...its dislocated...I know how to fix it but I know its gonna hurt...I count to 3 to myself and PRESS into the spot and I feel it SNAPPPPPPPPPP back into place makin me gasp out but the pain goes away almost immediately as I take the water and drink it and turn around facin the ring and see ya celebratin. I take my time finishin the water then drop the plastic bottle on the floor and roll back in the ring and go to my corner...stretchin and testin myself...the ref comes over to check and I nod that I'm ready to continue...

I on the other hand, am high on my first round victory. The fireworks are amazing, and the feel of breeding a man here, in this arena... This Arena... has me filled with pride. I don't normally feel a lot of that; there is a doubt... a lot of guilt... but in this moment, there is nothing but pride for what I'm accomplishing. Standing tall with my cock still hard, I actually climb the buckle and hold up my arms, flexing for the crowd while several of them blanket me with flashes from their phone. I'm sure they will be up on social media in less than a minute. Turning and dropping down, that moment of pride that I'm feeling... suddenly it melts away. It's because I see you over there outside the ring, adjusting your side. The look on the Ref's face says it all; he is concerned about an injury...

There is a lot of guilt inside of me for things I won't get into now, but needless to say, the idea of breaking a man and fucking him senseless is not one that sits well with me. It's one thing to take a man when he is resisting; that's what we signed up for, that's just having fun! ...but to break a person and make them truly helpless. I've been fucked with a broken rib before; it's one of the most painful things I've ever had happen. Of course, now is your chance to withdraw, to bow out gracefully. The exchange you have with the Ref shows it... You are going to carry on, either out of pride or out of a desire to get even. Well, if you want to try to get even... I'm here and ready to accept. I ain't giving up my victory here tonight, not in this place. Now I wait for you to get back in the ring; the fireworks are almost done.

Slidin back into the ring the ref checks me over and I take some calmin deep breaths and nod that I'm ready to go on...he advises me that I have the option to stop and for a moment I even consider it. But...we're here...in the biggest arena in the world with thousands of screamin fans...fans of both of us...and I aint about to back out and disappoint them and maybe its outta pride that I dont back out...but its also cause I dont wanna back out because of who Im facin...no matter what I wont be seen by anybody or you as bein weak and old. Yeah yeah I been doin this for a long fuckin time and yeah Ive been told I ought think about retirin and quittin but I just aint that kinda man. I dont back away from no challenge and this one tonight is gonna go down in the history books for sure. The ref nods at me and moves back to the center and calls for the bell. It rings LOUD as I focus my attention on you and this match. This fall I aint gonna just charge in and attack...its time for some careful thought and strategy...as I come out and we start circlin again I move cautiously and carefully...both of us booted and bareassed now...my eyes locked on yers...my hands up in a grappler stance as round two begins...

Coming your way as the bell rings, both arms raised as we circle, I can see that determination in your eyes. You ain't licked yet... that's good... cus I still got another round of fucking you left. Hell... I'll push myself a little further after, and 4th fuck, just for the fuck 4th of July. Both our cocks are still hard with no shame about being naked, my jumps a little at the thought of violating you in a final victory like that. Lunging into meet you with another lock up, it's a collar and elbow again, but this time we are like true men, naked and proud.

I won't leverage that broken rib... but I will leverage the knee I worked on. Using that, I start to push you back to the ropes, eyes lock with yours, our cock swaying and swiping against each other.

We lock up hard and tight...hands grippin each other...cocks swingin with no shame...both of us naked in MSG...that very thought is mind blowin to say the least and all I know is Im glad to be the one gettin to do this with ya...no matter how it turns out...I already know what a HUGE win here would mean for ya...hell the place has YER first name on the front of it...that oughta tell even a blind man what this means to ya. We push and shove into each other and I feel ya shovin into me tryin to force me back to the ropes. Its time show what I can do here when I aint goin off half cocked...and suddenly I GRIP ya tighter and PULL ya into me as I DROP and BRIDGE up and THROW yer muscled body over me and behind me to the canvas on yer back...I dont even know what this throw is called but if it works that's what counts as I scramble around to face ya and get back to my feet fast!

Belly to Belly

It's called a Belly to Belly suplex, and it fucking hurts when you take the impact to your shoulder. That's what...

Tossed over you, my naked body goes flying. I didn't expect you to have it in you at this stage. I guess two minutes is plenty of time to get a second wind going, even if I fucked a load out of you. All the same, I take the impact full force, landing flat on my back. I'm rested, well, rested enough after breeding your ass, so I can roll over on my side next to the ropes. Need to save some stamina, so I grip the middle rope and start pulling myself up, ready for you in case you come charging in like a bull again.

I see ya next to the ropes and for a moment yeah I almost come chargin in but...not...this...time...even the ref is surprised at that as I keep my hands up ready to lock up again as ya raise back up on yer boots. I move toward ya slowly...stalkin ya almost...I grin at ya..."guess the old man can learn a few new things huh?" I move in but not chargin in as I grab one of yer arms and yank ya off the ropes then WHIP ya across the ring into the opposite ropes and bounce off the ropes at my back hard and come at ya fast as ya bounce off then DUCK down in case ya get any bright ideas about a clothesline and we pass each other both hittin the ropes again and bouncing off...just as we get close again I LEAP off my boots and try and launch a FULL BODY SPLASH into ya!

Yeah, you sure learned that coming at me when I have a chance to prepare is a quick way to get a concussion! You play it smart, grab my arm, and fling me across the ring. I embrace it, pumping my legs to build up even more speed while my cock flops side to side. As I approach the ropes, I turn, showing off my youthful agility, and my backside hits the ropes nicely, giving the lucky fans there a perfect glimpse of my clenched ass before I sling forward off it. It was a perfect transfer of momentum to their tension, and the recoil launches me with even more speed. Arm outstretched, I see a chance for a clothesline, more than capable of taking your damn head off... figuratively speaking, of course. You surprise me, though, ducking under it. I put on the brakes right away, damn near leaving dark blue skid marks on the canvas. Turning to face you, you've already made it back to me... and you're airborne to boot.

The cross body splash hits me, chest to chest, your 186 lbs frame plus all that momentum easily topples me to my back with a loud clatter. I feel the burn as my back skids a little on the canvas, moving us closer to the ropes. I then pull my knees up with you on me... and Kick Out with enough force, it gets you mostly off me. It's more of a habit than a necessity; there are no pins in here, but I don't like people riding me.

That body splash workin damn well takin ya down on yer back...Im already raisin up over ya as I know yer gonna throw me off...yer knees pull up and ya kick out fast. I roll around back on my feet and grab yer legs yankin ya away from the ropes...then holdin yer ankles tight in my grip I turn around and bend them legs up and back and DROP my hairy cum drippin ass on yer back as I lock in a naked boston crab leanin back into it keepin them legs bent as I lean back enough that yer cock and balls dangle off yer body and the overhead monitors catch every moment of it...

I lean wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy back bendin yer spine more as the fans are goin crazy and even though this aint gonna get no win it sure as fuck feels good to trap ya in somethin like this!

My arms reach for the ropes as you pull me away from them, my sweaty torso on full display under you. You aren't happy with that, as you flip me onto my belly and show my sweaty back before sitting your used hole down on it. Bending my spine, I growl in pain, hands reaching for the ropes that are too far away. Even if I could grab them, I know you would milk the count... you've been playing dirty tonight. As you crank the hold, I give out a louder grunt, one that almost comes off as a proper cry of pain. There is a problem with this hold, Dan... you're old enough to know it too. It leaves your knees exposed to me...

I pull forward the arm on the side where your hurt knee is, and RAM my elbow back into it as hard as I can. You might have me in a hold, but I'm far from helpless.

I lean back into that boston crab harder...stretchin yer muscled legs more and yeah I know what yer gonna do to escape but...at least I was able to get that body splash and boston locked on ya...already feelin better about my rasslin than the first time...tho even I admit most of what I know has easy escapes and counters but Im tryin new things and doin the best I can...that elbow starts RAMMIN back into my knee and I YELL out in pain...and I know yer not helpless...if anythin yer my superior is most every way but ya caint blame me for wantin to give my best and do the best I can. That knee throbbin from yer elbow as I drop the crab hold lettin yer legs go and stand up but I aint finished as I turn and suddenly DROP my good knee down right between yer shoulder blades!

Yeah, that got your ass off me, just like I knew it would. I'm already planting my hands to get back up, but then you drop your knee right into the center of my back. Eyes go wide while I struggle, and your weight pushes my chest down to the canvas... I can feel my hard cock pressed between my abs and its texture. With my hands still planted, it's time I show some of my strength. I just gotta win one more round... but if I can get loose and turn this one you... I'm willing to throw my full strength into taking you two to zero. So I push Dan... I push hard... and start to lift you up even with your knees rammed into my back. If I can get up enough, I'll throw you off me, like fucking bronco.

I know that one knee drop aint gonna do much so I do another and another...three knee drops to that back...I feel ya push hard up liftin me up and I move off ya fast before ya throw me off when it dawns on me our positions and somethin ya done to me earlier...NOW is the time for it...just as ya push UP I suddenly grab yer left arm AND left boot tight in my grip and PULL em out tight as I PLANT both boots into yer back and lock in that bow and arrow maneuver ya used on me...leanin back as I STRETCH that arm and leg out...our cocks floppin and bouncin as the fans are goin crazy watchin this...the cameras over head catchin every moment...every bounce of our cocks...every drop of sweat!

Just as I'm about to throw you off me, you surprise me. Not so much that you stop me, but how you do so... by grabbing an arm and leg. Getting me on my side, you RAM your boots into my back, stretching my chest, bending my spine, and putting every muscle of my torso on display to the crowd. This... this gets a cry out of me. Surely those cameras are doing their thing and tracing across my naked torso while I'm racked in pain, my cock hard as a rock and still dribbling some cum from the tip. Fuck... you display me well Dan...

There isn't too much I can do here... The rope is out of reach of my free arm and leg. Clenching my teeth, I try to endure. I kick out my free leg, the tread and friction giving me a little pull while my strong quad pulls us a little closer to the ropes. I need to get you off me... because in this type of match... even if I tap out... There is no requirement to release me...

I keep that bow and arrow locked in tight...even yellin out "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!" as the fans go crazy...I know this aint gonna get me no win but damn it sure as fuck feels damn good...I see ya kickin yer free leg tryin to move closer to the ropes...I pull my legs back and SLAM my boots into yer back again as I PULLLLLLLLLLLL on that arm and leg...finally feelin like a wrestler as I get ya trapped tight and I gotta say Im enjoyin this for sure...even if its just for a moment or three!

With every bit of struggle, my cock shakes violently while I move. Muscle clenched tight as I pulled us with my leg; the rope is clearly too far away for me to reach. WHAM! Your boots hit my back again, and I cry out... Loud... as those hits to the back are compounding. I may be younger than you, but I'm still a 30 year old... and the back takes a lot of abuse in the ring. I try once to pull my arm free from your grip, hoping the sweat will help with the release. I know the boot won't, as leather doesn't usually get slick unless oil is involved. My arm reaching for the rope... It's over a foot away. I cry out again... my arm shaking... you're gonna make me do it...

Stretching... stretching... Ah Fuck... "FUCK!" My hand falls to the canvas... lifts again... and back down... I start to tap.

I feel that tap and glance at the ref...we both know that tap dont mean nothin in this match but hey I will take that submission...and fuck that feels good but I hafta switch things up if Imma win this fall and I know just what I hafta do...I release yer arm and leg and swing my body around behind ya as I keep ya on yer side...my tatted arms snakin under yers and goin behind yer neck...I know yer gonna know what Im doin but thats ok...I know what Im doin and I get my uncut hard pierced 9 incher positioned right at yer hole...just as I get that FULL NELSON locked in I growl in yer ear, "here comes DADDY!" I THRUST all 9 inches of my cock into yer hole drivin it in down the base as my arms FLEX and lock that nelson down!

I'm thankful when you release me... You could keep it on, keep working the back, and make me almost helpless for this round... maybe even the next. With that moment of freedom, all I can do is reach behind me and feel that spot you were ramming your boot into...

When I'm trying to roll over, that's when I feel you come up next to me, behind me, your arms coming under mine. Oh Fuck No. You may come down on my back, but only after I get to my belly and REACH for the rope. I'm not quite there... but I'm close, only an inch while my fingers almost graze it. I know what is coming next; we both know it. I feel it... not your cock, but that metal stud first... It's warm like your body, maybe even warmer, and it presses against my cheeks. My body reflexively tenses up at that, but it doesn't matter because you force the argument, not willing to take no for an answer. My eyes go wide when you force your way in, and you can feel my body trying to reject you while you tunnel your way in... "Fuck... No..." One hand keeps reaching for the rope that is so close now. Even in a match like this, a rope break is still valid, and you would have to get off me. I doubt you could cum inside of me within that 5 count... It's a gamble I might have to take.

I FLEX my arms in tighter around yer neck...forcin yer head down to the canvas...my hard cock drillin and thrustin deep in that hole...I half expected ya to use yer fabled butt muscles and force my cock out but ya dont and I go in DEEP and HARD...my hairy tattooed sweaty muscled chest planted against yer sweaty back as I grind the nelson in...and THRUST my cock in over and over...the big screens again capturin every moment...the fans goin wild...

I remember that thing. Your PA really surprised me when you fucked me before. I've never felt something like that raking through my body, against the top of my canal, or how it lunged so deep into my prostate. With each stab this time, you feel my muscles contract, and though you can't see it... my cock spurts a little precum with each one. I have to stay focused. The full body contact, your hairy chest against my back... FUCK... Why is this hold so Fucking Hot. Stretching my arms while you force my chin down to my chest, I shift and get us on our side... and that's just what I need.

My finger grazing that rope... I grab it tight... "Ro... ROPE!" I call out as loud as I can... and the Ref is there nodding in agreement. He order you to release... the question is... will you have seeded me before you do or not?

My balls are already churnin as the ref is watchin me drill yer ass and flex into that full nelson tighter...the fans are on their feet...the old man has the young champion down and trapped...can he blow his load in time? will he take the young champion's ass and fill and breed it to win? the monitors zoomin in on all the action as ya twist and thrash as we slide...the sweat pourin off both of us is intense...I thrust and drive my cock in deeper...oh yeah...that first feelin ya get when yer orgasm is startin...its there...and...and...suddenly the ref is yellin at me to release and I see that hand grabbin the ropes as I thrust in again...fuck...so damn close and...fuck I hafta release...I let go of the nelson and PULL ya drippin throbbin cock from yer hole...but just as my head and PA slide across the threshold of yer hole...I HOWL out as my damn cock suddenly EXPLODESSSSSSSSSSSS...blowing thick white streams of cum into the air in all directions! I was already past the point of no return and I shoulda just kept my cock in there but rules is rules and I followed em even tho I know it's gonna cost me big time as my cock shoots and blows hittin you and the ref and the canvas as I roll away howlin and moanin and cursin!

While you are fucking me in the hold, I can feel the gradual ride ease due to slickness. Your precum is greasing my canal. All I can do is ride this out while you have your way with me, the crowd ecstatic about what you are doing to me. I clench my eyes, clench my hand tighter on the rope while you start to release me. You are afraid of getting disqualified... and that fear is going to cost you. As you pull out of me, a moment later, you erupt a split second too late for it to be considered a valid seeding. This is no breeding; it's just a huge mess. I feel the substance get on my back while you roll off me. Your orgasm has taken you... my now free other arm reaches up, and grips the rope. I haven't lost this round yet.

I roll across the ring to the ropes and grab em as I pant and gasp and curse and mutter under my breath...my cock leakin out the last drops of that load...knowin that dint count and all but damnit...fuck maybe they are right...maybe I am too old for this crap anymore...maybe I caint hang with young guys like I used to...my self doubts rollin in like a tsunami as I push those thoughts outta my head and grab the ropes and get to my feet...stumblin as I catch my breath but I stay on my feet...this aint over yet and I might get lucky again and get back in that ass but what am I gonna do if I do? my balls empty the best I can hope for is just to fuck yer ass again...the sweat dripping off me as I suck in air and raise up watchin ya grab at the ropes.

You've cum twice now... even for a man my age, that takes a lot out of me... so for you..... I'm leaning on the ropes facing the crowd, and finally realize just how many people were recording that scene. My head turns to you, fury helping me to ignore the pain in my back. I see you get to the ropes; your motion is slower, no doubt from that orgasm. With my weight on the ropes, I use it to help sling myself forward. I come running at you, this time I'm the reckless one, but I think my gamble will pay off. When I get to you, I jump and try to slam my boots into your back.

Shakin the sweat from my eyes and face I hold onto the ropes a moment more...almost caught my breath...I hear motion comin at me and the fans yellin...I start to turn and suddenly all I see are two BIG boots comin at me like a runaway train...no time to duck as them boots miss my back but SLAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM into my head and shoulder as I YELL out and go flyin OVER the ropes I was holdin and end up outside the ropes with my arms tied up in em and facin the audience with my legs danglin off the apron! I try and plant a boot on the apron but the sole is slick and keeps slidin off as I struggle to try and free my arms off the ropes and at least drop to the floor outside but I caint get my boots to stay planted as the sweat pours off me under the bright lights!

I wasn't aiming to knock you out of the ring, but I'm not going to complain about it either. Landing on my side, my face is next to the ropes and I clearly see you fall to the padded cement outside, taking a nasty tumble. One hand reaches behind me to feel my back... my ass cheeks clench up in the process. Then my eyes focus on you. I pull myself out of the ring under the bottom rope, landing on my hands and knees next to you. We are outside the ring now... so that means certain liberties can be taken that might normally be frowned upon. My hand reaches down and grabs your cock, fingers gripping around the nutsack first with the thumb curling around the base of the shaft. "You're trying to... embarrass... me... Dan." I sound pissed because I am. It wasn't enough that you've done 3 low blows against me, but you made me tap out and then tried to fuck me in my finisher. Let's see how you react to me holding your balls.

My sweaty arms finally slide free from the ropes and I land hard on the padded cement with a GRUNT...on my hands and knees as the fans yellin masks yer approach...suddenly I feel ya grabbin my cock...then my nutsack squeezin both tight as ya pull on em bringin a YELL of pain as ya growl at me hearin ya sound pissed and my head still wrapped around my own frustration of bein so close to winnin this...I grab onto yer arm holdin my cock and balls squeezin em tight...this big muscle stud could crush my junk if he wanted to and I know it...I return the favor now as I grab onto yer cock and balls wtih my fist squeezin em as tight as I can but my grip is weak as we both hold onto each other's manhoods and get to our feet. "Fuckkk...fuckkkk...wasnt...my...intention...I...just...wanted...to...to..." I feel that vice like grip of yers on my cock and balls and let go of yers and start tappin at yer shoulders with both hands as I gasp in pain..."fuckkkkk...ok....ok...tappin...tappin...tappin!!!"

When you grab my nuts... I get concerned... but you're weak. That orgasm has rocked you... and the exhaustion... that has taken you... and maybe... there is some fear too. My grip on your cock stays firm while you rise to your feet, so we are both standing. The Ref is noisy, he insists on starting the count with us outside the ring, then I feel you pat my shoulder, saying you are tapping. My free hand comes to your opposite shoulder and pats you back, but my grip on your balls never releases. One pat... two pats... three.... then I grip your shoulder.

Without warning, I then LIFT you off the floor, your 186 lbs elevated above my head while I show off my full strength. My back aches, but I can do this. I'm still young. Grunting, I then carry you a couple of feet to the steel steps next to us, and walk up them step by step. The Gorilla Press isn't something I normally do... but right now, I carry you in it, showing off my full strength, then toss you back into the ring with my cock rock hard at the thought of what is coming next.

Before I realize what's happenin ya suddenly LIFT my hairy body up off the floor and over yer head...Im in no shape to protest to try and escape...ya carry us over to the steps and for a moment I think yer gonna slam me down on the steps as the ref keeps countin but no...ya lift me up higher as ya get to the top step then THROWWWWWWWWWW me back in the ring as I YELL out...no time to think about landin easy as my 186 lb. body CRASHES chest first onto the canvas...with me thinkin good thing my dick aint hard cause it woulda broke hittin like this...I roll across the ring howlin in pain as the fans go wild at this and I get to the ropes and grab onto em with no clue as to what Im gonna do next!

I step through the ropes, coming right after you. Rolling around on the canvas, you both look hot... and helpless... and you know what that means. Eyes of a predator watch you while I circle around, weary, you might have some trick hidden up your sleeve... not that you are wearing any. "You want to put a man on display?" I say while I reach down and grab your head, then start to pull you to your feet... I'm aware of your injuries. The knee... the rib... I'm not actually trying to break you, but I do want to exploit you, so I have to bend you just right to protect those spots...

One arm comes under yours, reaches behind your neck, and clasps it tight. My leg kicks up over your good one. Then I bend you to the side and put that hot body on display in an abdominal stretch. I make sure the bad rib isn't the one getting stretched out. As for something else... My free hand grabs your limp cock, fingers coil around it... and my thumb rubs the tip... that shiny piece of metal running through you. "Let's get you nice and hard again..."

I see ya comin toward me as I stumble away from the ropes...my hands halfway up...yer comment in my ears...and I realize at that moment that I got nothin...and before I can think clearly enough on what to do, yer pullin em into ya...my butt against yer cock...my back against yer chest...that abdominal stretch gettin locked on as ya grab my cock and rub the tip with yer thumb...working my PA...I feel that hard cock of yers in my hairy crack as ya pull me back to the center and work my cock with yer hand...somehow it responds and goes hard in yer grip...trapped and stretched out against ya as I gasp and moan out..."fuckkkkkk...oh fuckkkkk..." I notice ya left one of my arms free and Im so tempted to reach up for a face rake...BUT...I already done broke the rules enough and pissed ya off in the process and I aint about to do that again as the ref comes in watchin closely and the fans cheerin and yellin!

My thumb rubs the tip of your cock with that piercing in it. I know you now, this is your weakness... at least one of them... and sure enough, that cock starts getting hard again. I want you fully erect for when I make you scream... it's only fitting given you made me tap out like that on the canvas. I start to stroke your cock, fingers running up and down the shaft. "Do you want me to fuck you yet?" I whisper in your ear while I do this, then apply some pressure to the hold. I stroke a little slower and let the pain build. "Do you want me to FUCK YOU?"

My hairy sweaty tattooed muscled body screamin with pain from my head to my toes as ya keep me trapped in that ab stretch and work my cock back to full hardness. The monitors above shovin every angle possible as the champion works the old man hard and rough and tight. Ya start strokin my cock...them fingers workin the shaft and head and PA as ya growl in my ear...the pressure of the hold keepin me plastered tight against ya as I hear myself yell out..."YESSSSSSSSS...FUCK...ME...PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" The pain buildin from the stretch and combinin with the pleasure of yer hand is overtakin me and it occurs to me that if I had more energy I could try and hiptoss ya off me but my arms and legs feel like dead weight and my body is howlin in pain as I can only wait and see what happens next.

You look good when you say that, when you scream for it... when you cry out for my dick.

I stroke your cock a little more while you ask me for it, then I place my thumb on your slit, pressing down to stop any precum from leaking... I let the cameras do their work and capture this. I hold you there stretched out like a goddamn trophy. Then, releasing your cock and the hold, I make an adjustment. You wanted to make fuck me in my finisher... It's time to show you how it is done. Both arms clasp under yours while I shift the position, and you feel my cock line up with your hole; its wet tip more than obvious. I enter you only a little... Then I fall back dragging you with me, so my cock SPIKES up into your prostate hard and fast!

My cock impaled into you, spiking into you, I start to thrust my hips while kicking my legs up over yours. I begin to fuck you in the Full Sex Nelson, and the crowd fucking loves it.

Like a soakin wet rag doll in yer grip as ya keep workin my cock up and down...ya hold me there in that stretch as suddenly ya let of my cock and the ab stretch but all i can do is slump back against ya and ya slide yer arms under mine and lock in yer own full nelson..that cock at my hole and I moan out weakly as it enters me...waitin for ya to drill it all the way int but just then ya fall back to the canvas with me on top of ya and that thick uncut fuck tool SPIKESSSSSSSSSSSSS into my hole all the way bringin a CRY of pain...or pleasure...I dont even know which as ya hold my naked booted trapped body on top of yers crankin my neck and forcin my chin down as that cock thrust and slams into me..the thick head batterin and sluggin my prostate with each hard savage thrust!

The trusting continues. My body needs this. It isn't about your pleasure now; whatever you are feeling from this, that is secondary to the animalistic instinct running through me. Men need to fight... they need to breed... It's hard-coded into us... a savage nature that ensures our place amongst others. The fucking continues while the crowd watches, and the Ref drops to his knees, head coming down to the canvas to try and see if I'm leaking out of you. I'm not yet, I'm not that far gone into the motion, and to be honest, I'm fighting it because I want to drag this out at your expense.

They get such a beautiful view of your body, Dan. The sweat enunciates your tattoos well. Those fancy cameras will immortalize this moment, the time that you and I were made one. You feel me breathing heavily into your ear, no words, just action. The fucking continues, and my breathing speeds up as I move towards my orgasm.

Trapped and impaled on that thick cock of yers I struggle weakly but its mostly just for show as Ive got nothin left here as you know and the ref knows it as he checks us. My tats glistenin with sweat on my body as the cameras catch every moment of this. I know yer draggin this out just to enjoy it and if it were me I'd probably be doin the same thing. Maybe someday it will be...but not today as I hear yer breathin in my ear and that thick cock thrustin and drillin and poundin my ass as my hard cock bounces and bobs and somehow is leakin precum tho I know if it does shoot there wont be much comin out and I yer breathin tells me yer buildin to an intense orgasm and ready to take this fall soon!

I stop holding back now. Thrusting my cock up faster, harder, needing to feel the stimulation on my tip from your canal and prostate, I start to moan in your ear. Everyone watching knows what is happening. With one final thrust up, you feel my cock spurt into you, and then my balls contract, and pump... and pump. I fill you for a second time with cum. In that moment, the hormones kick in... animalistic rage changes to bonding, the point in which the submissive truly understands how they have been fucked... and claimed. I hold you like this until my balls are done pumping... and only then do I pull my hips back so the tip comes out of you. The evidence is clear to the Ref as my seed leaks from you down onto my thigh. You are still in the Full Nelson, that I do not release.

I feel that cock throb harder as it keep drillin and thrustin deeper in me with each spike and suddenly yer load erupts deep inside me coatin me...markin me..breedin me as I hang there in that nelson pantin...gaspin...moanin...the champion takin another fall in this event as the fans cheer and roar yer name and the overhead monitors capture everything with yer name emblazened across the screens as the ref signals the win to the announcer. Just then my own cock twitches and throbs as I orgasm again but as I thought only a couple thin streams of cum dribble out onto the canvas as ya pull outta me but keep me trapped in the nelson.

One... Last... Load...

Announcer

The Winner of the Second Round, and winner of the match... MADISON JOOOOONES!

As soon as he starts to announce it, I plug your hole again with my dick. You're cumming again, or at least, your body is trying to do. I can feel the contraction in your canal on my cock. I don't release the hold; I keep you here as the fireworks start up.

It's a beautiful display. For the whole two minutes, I hold you like this. No pressure, just restraint, enjoying the beautiful night sky from the open arena while I'm inside of you. The camera never stops recording us, though the broadcast shifts to the fireworks from time to time, of course. What's important is that you know, that I know, that they all know... I fucked you until you could cum no more.

The fireworks goin off as ya hold me tight against ya...two falls and the champion won both of em in the arena with his name on it. Well it wasnt really named for him but tonight Madison Jones OWNS Madison Square Garden and the fans are wild with applause and cheers. Still trapped in that hold, I motion to ref with one hand and he comes over and drops down and I manage to gasp out, "no...no more...I'm...I'm...done...Im...finished..." The ref stands as he goes over and talks to the announcer lettin him know what's happenin as I lay there exhausted breeded balls dry and defeated.