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 George 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 George'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 George 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
George. 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. George 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 George 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 George 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 George 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.
George
and one of his other wrestlers, rush over to the ropes and release Mike and
take him back to his corner. George 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." George 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, George 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
George 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 George
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. George 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 George 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,
George and his other wrestler rushed into the ring and helped Mike back to
their dressing room. As the door closed, George 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
George 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.
