This was the very first story I
ever wrote. It touched on most of my fetishes and what I wanted to see in
a wrestling match.
Brian
By
The Mangler
Brian felt the adrenaline rushing through his body as he
thought of the upcoming confrontation. Tonight was going to be the
crowning glory of his short career, for tonight he was going to take his former
mentor down several notches. These thoughts ran through the 19 year old's
head as he drove toward the wrestling facilities set up on Dave's
farm. Dave had discovered and brought Brian into the underground
wrestling circuit by him. However, Brian was a cocky young man and
felt that he was ready to be on his own while Dave felt he needed more time and
training and so he had signed with Leo and began a very promising career.
In order to demonstrate to Dave and other that he was ready
to go all the way, his triumphs were always decisive and without room for
doubt--no matter what it took to obtain them. One of his early matches
had been against Chuck, a new protégée to Dave, and Brian had used all tactics
at his disposal to not only defeat but to humiliate and injure Chuck to show
Dave that he meant business. While Chuck was out of action for several
months, the verbal war between Dave and Brian had heated up until Brian, without
Leo's knowledge, had issued the challenge for tonight's match; Brian vs. Dave
in a no holds barred match to submission, with the loser agreeing to become the
winners slave for one year. The excitement of the humiliation and
activities that Brian had planned for Dave during that year had spurred him on
to strenuous preparation for tonight's fight.
As Brian pulls into the yard next to the barn where the
wrestling will occur, the adrenaline begins pumping even more wildly through
his body. He removes his gym bag from the trunk and walks into the
dressing room noticing the absence of Dave. "Must be cowering to
himself somewhere thinking about what he's in for" Brian mumbled to
himself. Brian walks into the dressing room and begins to change.
After stripping his street clothes off he admires himself in the mirror, and
the sight he sees is impressive. Brian stands 6'1", weighs 190 lbs
and his long workouts show in his well proportioned body; massive pecs, broad
shoulders, pumped biceps and muscled legs. His chest is covered with a
dark mat of hair tapering down to a single line leading into his crotch where
his large cock and balls hang. After flexing for a while, he slips into
his yellow trunks which show his dark tan nicely, laces up his wrestling boots
and goes out to the ring.
As he exits into the barn, he sees his opponent standing in
the ring waiting. Dave is about 35, stands 5'11", and weighs 210 lbs
of perfectly proportioned muscularity. Many times he has received the
compliment that he was built like a brick shithouse.
"So punk, you ready to meet your match and learn about
pain, humiliation and abuse", Brian shouts to Dave.
"Look kid, I ain't here to talk but to wrestle--you
wanted this so lets go. But a quick review of the rules.."
"Easy Old man, they ain't none. I'm going beat
your ass and then have a year to do anything to you I want"
As soon as Brian appeared between the ropes, Dave rushes
him and swings his hard forearm in an upward arc pump-handling Brian between
the legs. Brian lets out a loud gasp of pain and folds to his knees,
somewhat stunned by the attack. However as he sinks to the mat he rams
his head into Dave's lower abdomen, hitting his cock in the process. Dave lets
out a gasp, not only of pain but of surprise, and also drops to his knees
facing Brian who launches himself from his knees bringing his left forearm
across the throat of his opponent.
Dave falls onto his back as his hands go his throat.
Seizing the advantage, Brian rolls him over onto his stomach and places a
reverse leglock on him forcing his legs up to his muscular buns. Dave,
still surprised by the quick turn of events, rolls from side to side in pain
but manages to deliver a pointy elbow into Brian's exposed ribs, causing him to
loosen the hold somewhat. Dave repeats the maneuver and crawls away from
Brian when the hold is released. He rises to his knees behind Brian and
delivers a round house punch deep into his gut forcing all the air from his
lungs. As Brian falls to the mat, Dave crawls between his legs, and jabs
his hand into Brian crotch until he grabs Brian's basket.
"Know let's talk about humiliation, punk"
"Fuck you" Brian gasps out as he drops his hands
to Dave's and tries to pry them apart. Using both hands, he manages to
pry the fingers apart and rolls away. He gets to the ropes in a neutral
corner and pulls himself to his feet. He notices Dave is slowly
approaching him and surprises him with a reverse kick to the upper torso.
The blow lands with an incredible amount of power and Dave is taken off his
feet and lands on his back. Brian follows up with a knee drop into the
exposed basket, bringing a loud cry of pain from Dave as the knee connects with
his purple speedo clad nuts. "Now well show you how to wrestle like
a real man," Brian taunts as he pulls him up and sends him into the far
ropes.
Dave bounces off the ropes and back into the ring to be met
by a vicious fist to his basket from Brian who has placed himself on his knee
and swung a straight fist as hard as he could. Dave does a somersault
onto the mat screaming as he does. He lands and grabs his nuts.
Brian calmly gets to his feet and moves toward the fallen man, thinking he must
be totally incapacitated. However, as he approaches Dave kicks his right
leg up into his exposed and unprotected nuts. Brian's hands fly to grasp
his crotch as he lets out an impossibly loud scream and stumbles back a step or
too. Seizing the advantage Dave rises, ignoring the pain in his nuts,
circles behind Brian and bolos his fist around into Brian guts. He
repeats the maneuver twice more but each time the blows land lower with the
last one connecting with Brian's balls.
In a move of desperation, Brian swings his arm backward and
his elbow connects with Dave's chin, followed by another, less powerful blow to
the chest. Dave falls to the mat and Brian instep kicks toward the balls
but misses and connects with the crotch instead. He moves away from Dave
and tries to buy some time to recover his strength. Dave recovers more
quickly, having been involved in these type of fights for many more years than
Brian, and charges toward him. Brian manages to side step Dave and trips
him as he goes buy. As Dave hits the mat Brian drops between his legs and
reaches between them to grab onto his massive bulge. He finds a small
hole in the trunks and begins to enlarge it all the time retaining his grip on
Dave's balls. After shredding the trunks from his body, Brian release the
hold, pulls him from the mat with hair and trunks and slings him into the
ropes. As he comes off the ropes, Brian repeats his earlier move and
lands a fist squarely into Dave's exposed nuts. The air is driven from
Dave's body as the pain takes hold and he falls to the mat.
Dave is pulled to his feet, backed into the ropes and his
arms trapped by the first and second rope. With a big smirk on his face,
Brian goes to the middle of the ring, assumes a football stance and screams
"Hike" and charges shoulder first into Dave's exposed crotch, making
sure his bicep lands on the exposed balls. Dave screams in utter agony
and slumps slightly into the ropes. "Wanta give big, or should I say
old, man." Dave looked at Brian and spit in his face. "Okay you
got it, no retreat, no surrender, no mercy." With that Brian charges
across the ring bounces off the ropes and heads toward Dave's exposed
body. As he reaches it, Dave raises both feet up catching Brian squarely
in the face, breaking the nose. Brian's hands fly to his battered nose as
a scream of utterly abject pain escapes from his lips and he falls to the
mat. Dave, by bouncing, manages to free himself from the ropes and
approaches a still flailing Brian. "Okay, little man, or boy actually,
time to wrap this little lesson up". With that he spreads Brian's
legs, places his hands on the upper thighs with the thumbs placed well into the
crotch, does a handstand and brings his knee directly into Brian's speedo clad
basket scoring a direct hit on the balls. Brian screams in utter agony
and brings his hands down to his crotch to protect himself. Dave repeats
the maneuver and Brian's hands offer no help as they are forced into his own
balls. Dave removes his hands and Brian rolls into the fetal position
with his hands wrapped around his balls. Dave rips Brian's trunks from
his body and tosses them aside. As the support offered by the speedos is
removed, the pain intensifies in Brian's balls and he screams again.
Dave pulls Brian to his feet and backs him into the ropes
binding his hands as he had been previously. "Now for a little
wrestling lesson, boy. You need to incapacitate your opponent completely
before you do your little number." With that, Dave drops to his knees and
grabs Brian's left leg, forcing the foot behind the bottom rope and spreading
it wide. He then unlaces the top couple of holes and uses the loose ends
to bind the foot to the bottom rope. The maneuver is repeated with the
right foot and Brian is helplessly bound in the ropes. Dave charges
across the ring, rebounds off the ropes and into Brian's body with his upper
biceps landing in the split crotch. The balls are already swelling from
the vicious knee drops and this causes the pain to increase.
"Ahhhhh God, Dave please don't".
"Is that a submission asshole?
"No, but please wrestle fair"
"You started this and hey with no rules, anything IS
fair".
Brian is in no condition to notice that several people had
entered the barn and taken seats near the action. Three of the guys were
around his age and obviously into wrestling by their condition and singlets
they were wearing. The fourth is near Dave's age and carries a large
tool-box like case with him. All were intensely following the action in
the ring.
Dave drops to his knees and seizes each of Brian's ball in
one of his strong hands and is caressing one while squeezing the other and
alternating back and forth. At the same time he is pulling the entire
sack down as far as possible. The pleasure of the caresses only made the
pain of the squeezing more painful and Brian finally screams "All right,
you win, I submit, just please stop." Easing up on the pressure slightly
Dave smiles and says "And just what do I win?"
"Anything you want from me for a year, just stop
please."
Dave releases the hold and a sigh of relief comes from
Brian as the pressure is released although he is still in agony. Suddenly
he screams as loud as he can as Dave crashes into his crotch from across the
ring. When he recovers somewhat he cries "No!! I've given you won,
stop"
"I know I won asshole and I won the right to do as I
please. And that pleases me, and if I so desire I'll do it again, but
that is really for Chuck. In case you haven't noticed he and some of his
friends are out there in the audience as well"
Dave turns to the older man and says "Were you
able to bring the tattooing equipment, Jeff," to which Jeff replies
"Sure did and this should be a real pleasure--for us at least but probably
not for Brian."
With that Jeff hands Dave a sheet of paper upon which the
drawing to be placed on Brian's massive chest is displayed. "Nice,
Jeff, real nice. Now Brian won't have any trouble remember his place
after all." With that he turns and shows the drawing to Brian.
"Oh, god man please, please don't. I won't ever
be able to wrestle or be seen in public again. God Dave please ummmmm",
the last as Dave picks up Brian's discarded trunks and shoves them into his
mouth."
"Oh, don't worry, not only will you been seen in
public, but you will also wrestle again--because I want you too and I get what
I want for the next year. Of course, once your opponents get a look at
this they will do everything they can to destroy you, but we have other things
to do now." Turning to the few guys in the audience "Andy get up
here. I want to demonstrate another hold here and since we have our own
live 'wrestling' dummy for the year we might as well get started."
With that Andy, 6' of cut up musculature, enters the ring
and approaches Dave and the helpless Brian. Dave takes Andy and places
him in front of Brian who pleads with his eyes for Dave to let him
go. "Now Andy, I want to demonstrate the pectoral claw for
you." As he explains the hold he places Andy's hands in the appropriate
place on the 'wrestling dummy'. "Place the fingers in the edge of
the armpit and try to get up under the edges of the pectoral muscle while you
thumb is placed near the nipple and then squeeze tightly." As Andy
squeezes, Brian's face becomes a mask of pain as he shakes his head back and
forth. "Now if you are in a tight situation when you have applied
this hold, and the referee isn't looking, snap your knee up into the balls to
further subdue your opponent." At these instructions, Andy snaps his knee
hard into Brian's exposed crotch. Brian's face became a mask of pain as
the pain shot throughout his body. "Notice the expression of pain on
your opponent. Not only that but you have further incapacitated his
ability to respond. Now, repeat the move." Andy again snaps his knee
into the exposed crotch and the intense pain finally pushes Brian over the edge
and he slumps into unconsciousness.
"Damned pussy, can't take a little pain. Oh,
well looks like that's all we can do for today, but we'll make up for it
tomorrow. Jeff, do you want him tied for you."
"Yes, Dave in case he comes to we wouldn't want him to
ruin the lines." With that Dave and Andy release Brian and place him in
the center of the ring. Wide leather cuffs are applied to his hands and
feet and straps from each of the ringposts attached to the cuffs rendering
Brian helpless in a tight spreadeagle position. "Hey, Chuck do you
want to do the honors and shave the chest before I begin?"
"Hell, yes." With that Chuck enters the ring and
shaves the massive chest, the pits and just for the hell of it the
crotch. Afterwards he turns Brian over to Jeff.
As Jeff starts the tattooing, Dave and the rest of
his trainees leave the barn for some exercises. "Don't worry guys,
by the time this year is over with you will be some of the best wrestlers
around-- proficient in a lot of styles and activities and with some real hands
on experience. And of course Brian will not be a threat to any of you by
then, that is if the league lets him continue wrestling. If not we can
always use a personal towel boy! Now lets get some jogging in to improve your
cardiovascular system." As his trainees move out, Dave looks back at Jeff
busily working in the ring. "Thanks Brian. Now not only will
my boys have someone to work on that they don't have to worry about, I'm sure
they wouldn't think of signing with anyone else and the championship will
eventually be mine," he says to himself and smiles lecherously as he goes
to join his "boys".
As the sun peeks over the hills, its beams enter through
the barn's slats and strikes the sleeping figure in the face. As he has
every morning for the last six months, the man opens his eyes and rises from
his "bed" to begin the day. The bed is actually little more
than an old army cot set up in the corner of the room. He tosses the
single cover, used more for security than warmth, and slowly stands while
mentally feeling each part of his body to determine if there had been any real
damage from yesterday's workout. Finding only a few minor aches and
pains, a far improvement from when he first got here, he wanders out to the
outhouse to take care of his bodily functions. While there is a real
bathroom in the house, he has not been inside any structure other than the barn
for the past six months. He returns to the barn and enters the dressing
area to get it ready for the day.
Before starting he stops and looks into the mirror.
The sight that greets him no longer causes feelings of shame or anger but is
accepted with resignation. Staring back at him is a good looking 19 year
old, with a perfect tan, since he has not worn clothes in six months,
either. He stands 6'1", weighs 210 lbs (he has put on twenty pounds
from all the forced workouts) and his muscularity is well defined. His
crotch is covered with a thick mat of dark hair that ascends via a single
strand to his chest where it had once spread out to cover the massive
pecs. Now it spreads out to form a frame around the center of his
chest. All the hair within the center has been permanently removed so
that the remaining hair forms a frame around the large tattoo that had been
placed on his chest. On the right pec is a drawing of two people, one with his
back to the viewer wearing a wrestling singlet, while the other figure is on
his stomach with his face visible. The standing figure has a boston crab
on the naked figure below him with his hands disappearing into the crotch
area. The victims face shows immense pain but is still recognizable as
the man upon whose chest the tatoo lay. A cartoon balloon used for
conversation, rises from the lips of the downed man and covers the left pec
with the words, "I submit, SIR, you are the superior wrestler." For
nearly a month after the tatoo was placed he had cried every morning to realize
that this would always greet anyone he ever wrestled again--and David had assured
him he would wrestle again. Not that he hadn't wrestled in the last six
months. Much to the contrary. Every day for nearly eight hours a
day he had "wrestled" but as the "dummy" the other
wrestlers used for practicing holds and maneuvers. Many of his days were
of constant pain, although his threshold had slowly increased. Tonight
that is to change. He had been informed that he would wrestle in the ring in
public tonight against Mike, his old managers newest find, who had ruthlessly
defeated all his previous opponents. He is very apprehensive but has no
choice in the matter.
After looking at the figure in the mirror for a few minutes
he turns and begins his day and he always did, by checking each of the 5
lockers making sure each is in order and ready for the arrival of the trainer,
Dave and his trainees. This task always fills him with a little sadness
as he remembers the comradery that he had shared with others at one time.
However, for the last six months, and for the next six, he is simply another
tool to be used in the training of others. While the 5 trainees share the
comradery of working out together he is deliberately excluded from the group.
"Morning, boy. You ready for the day and
tonight," asks Dave as he enters the locker room.
"I guess so, Sir. I'm not really too sure
about this Mike, but I'll give it my best shot."
"Damned right you will boy or the next six
months are going to make the first six look like kindergarten. I want to
prove once and for all to Leo that he ain't shit and that I am THE manager
around here. Oh, yea I have some good news for you. Tonight’s match
is going to be 2 out of 3 falls."
As these words were spoken, Brian felt the pit of his
stomach tighten. Mike is known as a ruthless wrestler who delights in
punishing his opponents. With two out of three falls he would have extra time
to do so, and probably extra motivation. He saves his most ruthless
tactics for those who put up resistance to him and delights in knocking them
down several pegs as well as humiliating them. It had been rumored that
he had taken advantage of several of his victims in the locker room as well
with some pretty nefarious tactics.
"Two out of three falls, Sir?"
"Yep, boy. You're going to really have to fight
for your life tonight. Once the fans, as well as Mike, see that little
display there, they are going to be rooting for him to take you apart. It
should be quite a night. Seeing as how you are going to be so busy,
you're excused from your "wrestling dummy" role today, but I expect
you to do the general exercises. Now get busy and we'll see you
tonight." With that he left the somewhat stunned kid alone.
Mike stands in the middle of the ring talking with the
referee while waiting for Brian to make his entrance. When Mike had
entered the ring there was a mixture of boos and cheers indicating the
ambivalence with which most crowds held him. Even his critics had to
admit that he was damned good looking. He stood 6'2" tall, weight
220 lbs, had blond hair, dark blue eyes and was perfectly proportioned.
At one time he seemed to be on the path of becoming a pretty good wrestler until
he had met up with Leo. Now he would do whatever it took to win a match
and sometimes much more. He had won his last thirty matches in a row and
was on his way toward the championship. Mike and the ref's conversation
is interrupted by gasps as a door opens and Brian enters the arena. The
crowd nearest the door begin shouting obscenities at Brian as he makes his way
to the ring. As he enters, everyone in the crowd can see the tatoo on his
chest and as Dave had predicted everyone was now rooting for Mike to cream
"the pretty little pussy".
The ref calls both men to the center of the ring for the
pre-fight instructions. "Okay men, well at least one man and
whatever the hell you are, as you know the rules are quite simple. Two
out of three falls to submission which has to be a spoken 'I submit'.
Other than that any thing goes. I'm going outside to watch and
listen. Otherwise you are own your own. No return to your corners
until the bell rings." As both wrestlers retreat to their corners, the ref
follows Mike out of the ring and says as he departs "Make it
painful--after all we wouldn't people like that giving our league a bad
name."
"Oh don't worry", Mike replies "after
tonight we want have to worry about him or the others."
Mike and Brian each came from their corners and meet
in the center of the ring. They lock up in a test of strength and Mike
pushes Brian into the ropes. Surprisingly enough, and to the fans dislike, he
breaks cleanly and moves back to the center of the ring. Twice more the
strength tests end this way. On the fourth try, Brian backs Mike into the
ropes and following the earlier lead breaks cleanly. As he steps back,
Mike lashes out with a right jab striking him squarely on the jaw, quickly
follows up by two quick left right combinations which puts Brian on the
mat. He is pulled up by the hair and slung into the far ropes. As
he flies off the ropes and into the center of the ring he is met by Mike's
massive fist in his washboard gut. The move is repeated again.
After the second fist Brian sinks slowly to his knees. Mike grabs the
back of Brian's trunks and lifts him to his feet, follows with a quick punch,
low to the stomach which causes him to double over. Mike reaches between
his spread legs and places his hand on the crotch. His other hand goes
over the shoulder and Brian is lifted off the mat and dropped stomach first
onto Mike's knee. The air comes whooshing out of Brian's lungs and he is
left gasping on the mat.
Mike turns him over, gives him three quick elbow
drops to the abdomen and then clamps a claw hold onto the abdomen, the right
hand on the upper abdomen, the left low into the plumbing tools. Brian's
gut is in unbelievable pain which radiates in all directions from the claw
hold. In an attempt to break the hold, he tries to smash Mike's balls
only to find that Mike has worn a plastic cup molded into his wrestling jock as
protection against such maneuvers. "Nice try you little punk but I
have brains and take measures to protect myself, not like idiots like
you". With those words he releases his lower hand and pounds a fist into
Brian's exposed bulging basket.
A cry of agony escapes Brian's lips as the crowd
cheers the foul. "Oh, what's the matter, can't take a little pain
like a real man. Well, then let's do it again to help toughen you
up." With that he punches the bulge repeatedly, followed by the
reapplication of the claw but on his balls. For the next several minutes
the claw is alternated with punches to the balls, abdomen and pecs.
"Now all you have to do to stop the pain is say that words you have
written all over you. I submit Sir," Mike sneers. Finally
releasing the ball claw, Mike pulls Brian to his feet and lifts him over his
shoulder and drops him over his knee back first. This is followed by a
slingshot into the far turnbuckle. As Brian bounces out into the ring, he
is met with a sharp knee to the lower abdomen somersaulting him onto his
back. Now not only are his balls in pain but so is his abdomen.
Mike grabs his feet, turns him onto his back and knee drops Brian in the
crotch, catching him squarely in the left nut. Brian screams loudly and
sits up his hands going to clutch his crotch. Now Mike tries his newest
hold-- a vicious leg split. He sits facing Brian and places his feet on
Brians thighs near the knees. He reaches out and grabs Brain’s arms near
the elbows and pulls his upper torso toward him while locking his knees down.
Brian screams loudly in pain. His crotch is in
pain from the unbelievable pressure applied by Mike's legs, his back and
abdomen from the stretching outward. "Come on Man, or should it be
boy. You can handle a little pain without screaming like some damned
pussy can't you?" These words are punctuated by jerks of the torso forward
and outward pressure of Brian's legs. The crowd is yelling obscenities at Brian
and encouragement to Mike. Brian is helpless to release himself and yet
knows if he gives now he would be in deep trouble with David. He looks
over at David who shakes his head in a negative direction. Mike leans
into Brian's face and gets next to his ear. As he does he increases the
pressure on the torso somewhat. "Don't bother asking that has been
of a manager what you should do, boy. Leo and I intend to finish you, him
and his boys off tonight and there ain't nothing any of you can do about
it. The little surprise we have in store for them back at the home front
is going make this look like kindergarten." With that Mike releases the
left arm and shoots a quick and powerful right jab directly into Brian's
exposed crotch hitting the cock dead center. The cry of pain brought
cheers from the audience, so Mike repeats the move but this time his fist lands
directly in the balls. Brian's scream is quickly silenced as the pain is
so great as to paralyze the vocal cords. Mike releases the hold and
watches Brian curl up into the fetal position. Mike rises to his feet,
kicks directly into the balls and then scoops Brian up into a back
breaker. His right hand quickly goes to the battered balls, grabs hold
and begins squeezing and mangling them. Meanwhile his left hand goes over
Brian's mouth to prevent any submission from being heard. The crowd roars
its approval. Mike continues this for several minutes, then releases the
balls, places his hands a little higher up on the crotch for stability and then
drops quickly to his knees. The sudden stop as he lands on his knees
translates into unbelievable pain for Brian as his back feels as though a
freight train has run into it. Tears of pain come to his eyes but Mike
refuses to remove his hand until the pain has lessened somewhat and then dumps
Brian to the mat. Mike knew that Brian would never submit without being
in a hold (his pride is too great for that). He struts around the ring
laughing and making lewd comments. He then precedes to rip Brian's trunks
off, throw them at David and grab Brian by the legs. He then turns him so
that he is on his stomach with Mike facing Leo and Brian facing David. He
quickly cinches Brian into a Boston Crab, hooks the ankles under his pits and
uses his free hands to grab Brain’s balls, one per hand. When the crowd
realizes that this matches the tatoo on Brian's chest they go crazy with cheers
of approval. As Mike begins increasing the pressure on his balls and
back, the look of pain of Brian's face slowly turns into a grimace. Finally
unable to take it anymore he yells "I give, no more".
Mike laughs and says "That isn't quite
right. Since this is your hold, you know what to say now let's hear
it."
Brian held out for a little longer and then with
shame and humiliation cries out "I submit, Sir, you are the superior
wrestler."
With a final squeeze to the balls, Mike releases the
hold, stomps into the back once and sneers "Ten minutes you pussy and then
it's gonna be all over for you."
Brian lays there in tremendous pain as Mike sneers
and returns to his corner to talk with Leo and the crowd. David enters
the ring and helps Brian to the corner for the 10 minute break.
Second Fall
As the bell rings for the second fall, Brian is still a
little out of it and in pain. Approaching the center of the ring, he is
totally unprepared for Mike's quick left punch to his jaw. This is
followed by a couple of quick left right combinations to the gut and a final
vicious uppercut into Brain’s balls. Although he had put his trunks
back on during the break, the thin material offered no protection from the
blow. Expelling the air from his lungs, Brian drops to his knees with
both hands clutching his crotch. Mike strikes a quick pose for the fans
who scream their approval, before lifting Brian from the mat and slinging him
across the ring and into the far turnbuckle. The middle turnbuckle
catches Brian squarely in the kidneys, causing a great deal of additional pain
and damage to his back. Mike follows up with a knee to the stomach and
the catapults Brian across the ring into the other turnbuckle. Brian is
in a great deal of pain as he slumps to the mat, trying to clear his
head. However, Mike quickly lifts him for backbreaker across his knee
followed by two quick elbow drops into the lower back, his obvious target for
this fall.
Brian screams repeatedly as the blows strike his lower
back. He is in big trouble and knows it. Mike reaches down, pulls
the trunks off of his helpless opponent but this time throws them to the
appreciative crowd. He pulls Brian up by the hair and places him in a
backbreaker across his shoulders, with his left hand firmly placed over Brian
mouth and his right clutching his cock and balls and pulling downward.
After a couple of minutes, during which time Brian would have submitted if he
had been able, Mike repeats his earlier maneuver and drops to his knees sending
waves of pain through Brain’s damaged back. He is then dropped to
the mat nearly out of it while Mike parades around the ring striking poses for
the crowd, and screaming who is going "to make a real pussy out of this
asshole before the night is over." Brian manages to get to his knees while
Mike is showing off. As Mike approaches he is strutting and not paying
much attention. When he gets within range, Brian launches himself from
his knees driving his head into the lower abdomen of Mike. Mike feels the
breath being driven from his lungs and falls to his knees totally confused
about what happened. Seizing the opportunity, Brian manages to secure a
combination full nelson- body scissors on his stunned opponent. While he
is not able to get the full advantage on the full nelson because of his own
pain, Brian is able to exert considerable force on the body scissors.
Still trying to recover from the headbutt, Mike is unable to fully get air into
his lungs and thus cannot muster his full strength. The crowd is totally
silent about this new development as Brian continues a long ride on both the
full nelson and the body scissors. Finally, regaining some of his wits,
Brian rolls onto his back bringing Mike into the air and slamming him down to
the mat. Unfortunately, since his is wearing no protection, Brian also
slams his balls into the mat sending waves of pain upward from his crotch,
forcing him to loosen his hold. Mike is able to quickly escape from the
hold and rolls turns into Brian and drives a hard right fist into the crotch
striking the balls dead center. Brian lets out a loud scream that sounds
more like an animal in pain than it does a human.
Mike manages to recover first and pulls Brian to his
feet. "You lousy son of a bitch. That little episode is going
to cause you a hell of a lot of misery." With those words Brian is lifted
by the throat and the balls and dropped stomach first into Mikes knee. He
is quickly pulled from the mat and then clamped into a bear hug with Mike's
fist placed low in the back. As the pain nears the unbearable point, he
is dropped onto Mike's knee in a reverse atomic drop, with his balls catching
the brunt of the force. He goes totally limp as he all but passes
out. He is unable to muster the words "I submit", so he is
picked up and marched back into the ropes, where his arms are bound between the
first and second rope. In a instant of "deja vu", Mike charges
from the center of the ring butting his head deep into the gut of the helpless
man. As Mike charges across the ring for the second tackle, this one
aimed a little lower, he is totally surprised when he sees Brian drop under him
to the mat. The first tackle, along with the sweat of Brian arms, had
jarred the ropes enough so that he was able to fall free. Unable to stop
his momentum, Mike is headed through the ropes. However, immediately as
he passes over Brian, Brian raises up catching Mike in the lower limbs and
flipping him over. The total result is that Mike's neck is now trapped
between the ropes much as Brian's arms had been earlier. The force of
Mike's thighs hitting the ring sent waves of pain up his body and his totally
bewildered and helpless for the moment.
Sensing the possibilities Leo charges around the ring to
help his wrestler. Fortunately, the referee realizes what is going on and
grabs him before he can interfere. The crowd boos the ref as they realize
that there man is now in big trouble. Mike's hands have pulled the ropes
apart just enough so that he can breath but not enough that he can release
himself. He tries to bring his feet back up to the apron to get a
purchase but cannot. Brian, although still in great pain realizes that
this may be his only chance, rolls out of the ring and grabs both of Mike's
legs and pulls down increasing the pressure. After a couple of minutes,
he reaches up, grabs the tope of Mike's trunks and is one swift move, removes
both the trunks and the jock strap. He places the strap around his hand
and with the protective cup Mike has there jabs a vicious uppercut into Mike's
exposed balls. The crowd begins screaming "foul" and "no
fair" but realize that in reality it is fair. After several such
jabs, Brian jumps up on the ring apron, faces outward toward the crowd and
swings his elbow into the exposed balls. After the third shot, Mike
screams his submission and Brian adds a fourth just for the hell of it.
Brian then retrieves Mike's jock and trunks and walks back to his corner where
he dons the garments minus the jock cup which he throws into the crowd.
Leo and one of his other wrestlers, rush over to the ropes
and release Mike and take him back to his corner. Leo then demands that
the referee make Brian return the trunks but the ref simply says "Sorry,
no holds barred, no rules, he took them there his." Leo then ordered his
other wrestler to give Mike his trunk, but the ref stopped that attempt as well
"No outside interference or help and you know the consequences if you
do." Realizing defeat, Leo went to the corner and to help Mike.
Third Fall
With only a couple of minutes to go until the third fall,
Dave looks at Brian and says "Well, boy, you may have some talent in you
after all. But this third fall could get really rough."
"You're damned right it will be rough. I'm going
to teach that little cunt a lesson that he will never forget," replied
Brian.
"Easy boy, over confidence is what did Mike in during
that fall--remember"
"Oh, I remember all right. That and a hell of a
lot more."
Meanwhile Leo was giving Mike his pep talk or more actually
his orders. "You listen good you little idiot. If you let that son
of a bitch beat you I'll make damned sure you remember and regret if for the
rest of your fucking worthless life. I'm not going to be humiliated by
that cunt of a manager of his--especially not with what else if planned for
later tonight. So you better not screw it up."
Mike shakily got to his feet still in pain. He had
not had such a brutal attach on him in a long time and was very slow to
recover. As the bell rang, Brian charged into the opposing corner
catching Mike full body and forcing him back into the turnbuckle. Before,
he could fathom what was happening, Brian stepped back and planted an uppercut
squarely into Mike's balls, wrenching a scream from his lips and totally
stunning and disorientating him.
Demonstrating his ability to learn quickly from his
opponents, Brian lifting Mike into a shoulder breaker grabbing his balls for
leverage and covering his mouth to stop a submission. "Now, you
little asshole, I'm going to give you a beating that you will remember for a
lifetime--for more reasons that one." With that he ran across the ring and
dropped to his knees. Mike felt as though his back had been broken and
screamed loudly into Brian's hand before slumping almost into unconsciousness.
Brian dumped the body to the mat, stood up and dropped two quick kneedrops into
the lower back. The pain of the knee drops forced Mike back into
consciousness where he realized that he had to act quickly or else. As
Brian approached again, Mike was able to kick his foot up into Brian's
crotch. However, the blow did not have much behind it and only managed to
infuriate Brian.
Realizing that simply defeating Mike was no longer enough,
and also to get back at Leo who he felt was ultimately responsible for
everything that was happening to him, Brian decided that mercy had no place
here and that he was going to destroy Mike. Brian removed the trunks and
jock he was wearing, knotted the crotch of the jock into a ball and proceeded
to force the gag into Mike's mouth, tying it in place with the straps.
Mike tried to stop the act but was simply in too much pain to be very
effective. Leo and his wrestle, seeing what was happening, started to
enter the ring but was prevented by the referee and a couple of the fans on
that side of the ring. Suddenly, the fans were no longer all rooting for
Mike and many were curious to see what Brian had in store for him.
Brian pulled Mike's legs into the air and stomped the ball
of his foot into Mike's exposed balls. Mike's hands, which had been
trying to untie the jock, were involuntarily placed over his exposed and aching
balls in an useless attempt to protect them. Brian released the legs
dropped to the mat and placed Mike in a leg split that Mike had used on Brian
in the first round. Brian's feet were placed high on Mike's thigh where
they could get the most leverage and his knees where locked placing intense
pressure on Mike's groin. He felt as though he where the wishbone from a
turkey. To help increase the pressure, Brian had grabbed Mike's arms and
was pulling them toward him thus placing pressure on Mike's crotch, as well as
his damaged back. Every few seconds Brian would drop Mike's left arm and
pound his free fist into Mike's left testicle with as much force as he
could. After a couple of such shots, the testicle begin to swell and
Tears came to Mike's eyes. Brian leaned close and whispered in a voice
that only Mike could here. "That is the ball that I am going to destroy
before I'm finished. You will not be a whole man after tonight and a
damned bad wrestler because all anybody has to do is go after the other ball
and you'll fold like a house of cards." As these words were spoken, Brian
could see the fear and realization come into Mike's eyes.
Mike found a new source of strength, fear for his manhood
and managed to free one of his hands and sink the fist into Brian's exposed
balls. The surprise of the move caused Brian to loosen his hold.
Unfortunately for Mike, he was in no condition to take advantage of his
freedom. Brian was more pissed than hurt by the move. "Damn
you, you lousy son a bitch. That is going to cost you a little more
hurt." Brian quickly rose, went across the ring to where he had left Mike's
trunks, picked them up ripped them in half and returning to his prostrate
opponent, used them to bind Mike's hands behind his back. This sent Leo
into further rages and shouts but he was helpless to do anything and the
referee (having found new respect for Brian's talents as well) refused to
interfere simply saying "No holds barred, anything goes. Those are
the rules you wanted and those are the rules you got."
The crowd was now about evenly divided with half cheering
Brian on and the other half screaming for the ref to stop it and give Mike a
chance. Dave sat in his chair totally stunned. He wasn't sure where
Brian got the intestinal fortitude for what he had taken and for what he was
now dishing out, and he wasn't sure he liked it.
Mike was pulled to this feet, backed into the ropes, he
bounds armed quickly caught up in the ropes, his boots unlaced and tied to the
bottom rope (he had learned his lesson from Dave very well). Brian then
began using Mike as a punching bag with at least a fourth of the blows landing
on Mike's swollen left ball. Mike was desperately trying to submit and
tears were flowing from his eyes. Brian repaid Mike's earlier football
tackle with on of his own but with most of the force of the blow being directed
at Mike's crotch. Standing up he leaned into Mike's face where he could
see fear and pleading and said "After all the shit you've pulled on other
wrestlers both here in the ring legally and alone in the locker room not so
legally, I'm going to make you pay so you can forget about mercer." He
then stepped backed and planted an instep kick into Mike's balls. Even
through the gag the scream of pain could be heard. Brian released Mike's
arms and pushed him forward. Since his feet were still bound and he had no
use of his hands, Mike fell face first onto the mat breaking his nose in the
process.
Brian knelt between the vee formed by Mike's legs and said
"Say bye-bye to half your manhood, asshole." He then placed his right
hand over Mike's right ball and his left hand over the left and proceeded into
a handstand. However, he had cupped his hands so that was very little
pressure on the balls. Then slowly he increased the pressure on the left
ball. As he did so Mike's cries of pain become more urgent and
louder. "Now don't pass out on me boy or I may not get the signal I
want to stop and you may end up totally manless." With those words, Brian
placed all his weight on the swollen left ball. For a brief moment it
held and then yielding to the inevitable it collapsed. Mike's scream of
utter pain drowned out Brian's "Bye Bye". Most of the crowd
cheered loudly at the new development, having forgotten their earlier
"loyalty" to Mike.
Brian then began to increase the pressure on the right ball
as the crowd, for the most part, cheered him on. "Okay, Mikey, are
you ready to humbly submit to me, the superior wrestler?".
Mike, in total fear of his manhood, had managed to stay
conscious and nodded his head yes. Brian dropped out of the handstand, to
the boos of many in the crowd, untied Mike's feet, and hands, drug him to the
center of the ring placed him on his knees, and said as he was untying the jock
"you'd better make this good or I'll destroy what's left before anybody
can get in here."
As the jock was removed, Mike reached forward, kissed the
head of Brian's cock, both his balls and said "You are obviously the
superior wrestler and I willing submit to you." The crowd went crazy as
the witnessed the humiliation that Mike was submitting himself too without
force. Brian simply walked away, left the ring and followed Dave back to
the dressing room. As they entered the dressing room, Dave turned at
looked at Brian "You realize that tonight doesn't change a damned thing
where you are concerned. I still own you for six more months and intend
to get my money's worth, although I must admit that you did pretty good out
there and have earned some respect in my eyes which may make life a little
easier."
"Thank you, Sir, and yes I realize nothing has
changed."
"Good, go get a shower and let's see what damage there
is and how much time you'll be out of commission".
Meanwhile, Leo and his other wrestler rushed into the ring
and helped Mike back to their dressing room. As the door closed, Leo sank
a fist deep into Mike's lower abdomen, forcing the hurting wrestler to the
floor. "You fucking worthless, no good, bastard. Do you
realize how you made me look out there. Damn you. You'll pay for
that dearly." Turning to his other wrestler he said "Robert, finish
off what that asshole started, make him into a total cunt." Robert quickly
approached the helpless Mike, gapped his remaining ball in his hand and began
squeezing. Mike had no strength left to fight or even scream with.
Suddenly Leo shouted, "No Robert, don't. I just
thought of another idea." Walking over to Mike he grabbed him by the hair
and forced him to look up. "You are going to help us finish the rest
of our plan tonight. If all goes well and you do as you should, I'll let
you keep your worthless testicle but you'll be through in my stable. You
fuck up tonight and I'll let one of my new rookies feel what it's like to crush
a ball."
With that they set about preparing the surprise for Dave
and the gang later that night.
