Tap or Nap: Jean Richards vs Kevin Derek

At first Kevin starts to melt like putty in his hands, forgetting for a moment the high intensity of the match as he kisses back. But then he seems to pull himself together as he redoubles his efforts to grind their hips and distract Jean right back. Jean groans back into the kiss, his own lungs starting to burn so he knew Kevin was worse off.

"Just.....tap!" Jean grunts as Kevin hits a particularly good roll of his hips that racks his body with a shiver, breaking his concentration long enough for Kevin to flip them back. Jean decides to break the kiss, tearing his face away so he can again focus on the squeeze.

"GRAAAAHHHH .... that's better!"

Rocking his opponent back over; Kevin takes in quick breaths after the kiss is broken and before the hug tightens back up.  The distraction of his hip work buying him a few extra seconds before Jean's arms suck him back in tight with muscle against hard muscle.  

"You'll ... UNNN ... like this"

The hug causing Kevin some trouble especially after the long held scissor from earlier, but he stays with the vine.  Focusing on his plan to break his opponent's mental resistance down and figuring the muscle will follow.  

Firm rolls of his hips and flexing of his glutes to apply the wave of pressure just right.  Eye to eye with Jean and his right arm works under the back of his neck ... left hand coming over the top for a front sleeper.

After the tumble back onto his back, they were still going at each other with their respective weapons of choice; Jean's tight bearhug and Kevin's grapevine. With each breath slick muscle slid against slick muscle, and it was a wonder the canvas hadn't become a swimming pool at this point. And with each time that Kevin rocked his hips, Jean tugged on the bearhug, determined not to let him give any more ground.

But Jean had lulled himself into a false sense of security with the bearhug, thinking that the prior moves he had done had weakened Kevin enough to keep him occupied and not launching an assault. Kevin had slipped his arm beneath Jean's neck and worked his other over the front to snap on a sleeper.

"You little....shit!" Jean grunted as he felt the arms start to close on his windpipe. If it wasnt a race to the finish before, it surely was now! Whether it would be a splashy finish or a regular one, this match wasn't going to match much longer.

Kevin's ribs bending in and his face red from the pressure of the hug around his body from Jean.  Slowing down some and his lungs burning for air but he is still determined to leverage a win out of the top position.

He lets out a grunt as he tightens his legs more in the vine and keeps his opponents legs spread and locked down.  Working his hips to establish a slow rolling rhythm and can feel the muscle body below him responding to it.  The sleeper locking on and his arms starting to flex into it to restrict Jean's blood flow.

"That's it muscle dude .... you just lost this ... tap, go to sleep or loose your load ... your choice."

"Like hell!" Jean grunted back, doing his best to keep his breathing under control. Kevin had chosen a better move to squeeze the life outta someone, and certainly a lot faster than a bearhug. With reluctance Jean released his arms and tugged at the sleeper, trying to wedge his fingers between the arms and give himself a break.

No luck. At first panic started to set in on reflex, he slapped at Kevin's back and arms as if that was gonna make him let up. His sense quickly returned though, he was not without a means of fighting back. He still tugged at Kevin's arm with one arm, while the other he reached down and wedged between their waists. Without any hesitancy he slipped beneath Kevin's tight red shorts and grabbed his dick directly. He started to rub and pull at Kevin's dick rapidly, and as his vision started to get hazy, his pace only increased.

BIG SMILE on Kevin's face when the hug is released and he get's Jean in an even better position under him. Hips continuing their rhythm and his arm staying tight against the protests and tugs of his opponents arms.

"Face it dude .. you are done"

NNNNNNN ..... An instant groan coming out of Kevin's mouth and he locks eyes with Jean trying to figure out how to handle the new tactic. His cock gripped tight and starting to be pumped causes his body to tense in response.

Jean wasn't really paying attention when Kevin taunted him once more. His vision was darkening and despite his working the erotic angle, Kevin seemed to have a pretty good endurance going for him. Even though he was tensed up, kevin was still working that sleeper like it was no big deal.

"Not if you....shoot first" Jean choked out, squeezing his eyes shut as he focused on getting that air in and out. His pace was getting weaker though the lighter his head got, and even though he was working Kevin, his grinding hips were still working against Jean. Against his best efforts, Kevin forced a moan out of him that really sucked the juice from him. Kevin pretty much had him dead to rights at this point, it was only a matter of time before it was lights out.

A serious look on Kevin's face at first with Jean pumping him and threatening setting off the wave of energy that could signal defeat for him in this match. He closes his eyes and focuses on his own grind as well as the sleeper.

"Come on dude .. go out"

Both muscled bodies starting to tire out from the long match but Kevin's smirk comes back when Jean's handy work slows. His arms snap tighter with the sleeper and he stops the grind to totally focus on putting his groggy opponent out.

When Kevin abandons the grind to go full force on the sleeper, it's the final nail in the coffin for Jean. Despite putting up a ferocious fight during the course of match, he was being rendered helpless lying there on his back in the ring. His last ditch effort to jack Kevin off hadn't cashed in soon enough and his motion dies down completely.

"Nnngh....ggghhhh" Jean let out a "death groan" as he gets knocked out completely. When the ref sees that, he comes over to start the count out.

Sleeper staying on as the count begins and Kevin's arms stay tight just to make sure his opponent is totally out. The ref coming over and starting to pull against his grip and threatening a DQ if he doesn't break off immediately.

"ARRGGHHHH .. back off ref"

Kevin growling back at the ref but reluctantly releasing Jean from the vine and sleeper. Having earned a reputation in the underground Euro scene for holding onto holds long after a submission and intending to do the same in this one if the ref hadn't interfered.

Getting to his feet and raising his arms with one foot on Jean's pecs just to show off. Racking up another win and happy with the pile of muscle he is leaving in the center of the ring.