A Family Affair (old story)

[while trolling the internet for wrestling stories I ran across alexmillerscave.blogsot.com.  One of his posts discussed his "firsts" and he mentioned that his first wrestling story was A Family Affair and how much he liked it.  Well it got my creative juices flowing again and I began writing again.  I am reposting my stories slowly.  I am reposting this one as a pre-quell to my next new story -- a follow up inspired by Alex.   Hope you enjoy}

A Family Affair

(Redneck Arena)

by

The Mangler

    The Redneck Arena was bustling with excitement.  The last match had just concluded and the loser was being taken back to the locker room for some post-match action.  But most people in the crowd were anxious for the next match to begin. It was a first for the Redneck Arena; actually, two firsts.  Number one it was a handicapped match, 2 versus 1 (actually there had been other 2 on 1 matches before, but this was the first "legal" one), and number two all the combatants were related.



 Fighting alone was Jon a 19-year-old, 6', 220 lb. bodybuilder who had won several bodybuilding titles.  His opponents were his identical twin stepbrothers, Brad and Barry.  They were 5'8", 150 lbs. and competitive gymnasts. The hatred between the stepbrothers had been ongoing since their parents’ marriage 4 years ago.  After the twin’s mother died, the hatred had intensified finally leading up to tonight's challenge, which was also the twins 18th birthday, the legal age for entrance to the Arena.  In anticipation of the problems associated with the match, the promoters had assigned Tim, their best referee, to the match.  Tim was 6'1" and 215 lbs. of raw masculinity and accepted no shit from anyone.  In addition, he also fought and wrestled in another league.

 Tim was standing in the center of the ring when the announcement was made.  The crowd’s reaction indicated that most of them were rooting for the twins.  The ref called the combatants to the middle of the ring and admonished them, "Okay, you all know the rules, no low blows and regular tag-team rules.  Don't even think about violating them, because I won't stand for it."

 "It doesn't really matter what you think," Jon said.  "These two pieces of shit are going down in a matter of minutes so you don't have to worry about violations."

 "There you go daydreaming again big brother.  You always were such an asshole," Brad replied.

 "Enough already.  Save it for the damned wrestling.  Now go back to your corner and wait for the bell."

 As Jon turned and headed to his corner, both Brad and Barry executed simultaneous flying dropkicks to his back.  The blow catapulted him into the corner where his head hit the top turnbuckle.  Tim started to warn the twins about their tactics, but the bell keeper sounded the bell to start the match.  Tim shot a dirty look at the bell keeper who just shrugged his shoulders and laughed.

 Barry went to his corner while Brad charged after the dazed Jon.  Brad grabbed him in a side headlock and turned away from the ref.  Once he was safely out of the ref's view, he jammed a thumb in Jon's Adam’s apple.  Brad let go of Jon who grabbed his throat and fell to the mat gasping for breath. As the ref began berating Brad for his actions, Brad threw his hands up and gave the ref his most innocent look and denied any wrong-doing.  He went over to Jon, lifted him to his feet by his hair and again locked him in a headlock.  He repeated the thumb jab to the throat again.  This time Jon fell back into the twin's corner.

 As the referee began reading the riot act to Brad, Barry took the tag team rope and wrapped it around Jon's throat.  He then placed his arm around the neck hiding the rope.  The ref turned and saw the action in the corner and went after Barry, who released the hold and walked down the ring apron away from the corner with the ref following.  Taking advantage of Tim's absence, Brad delivered a series of knee lifts and punches into Jon's exposed gut, with the last knee delivered low into his groin.  Brad grabbed Jon by the arm and slung him into the opposite corner back first.  Brad tagged his brother who charged across the ring and dove headfirst into Jon's exposed gut.  He then repeated Brad's earlier maneuver and sent Jon hurling across the ring into Brad's outstretched knee.

 Laughing, Barry picked Jon up off the mat, placed his head between his knees and lifted Jon off the mat in preparation for a pile driver.  He then tagged Brad who climbed up to the second rope and dove off forcing Jon's head deeply into the mat.

 Jon was now almost completely out of it.  Brad rolled Jon onto his stomach and began using knee drops to his muscular lower back.  After a series of 7 knee drops to the back, Brad tagged Barry who climbed to the top rope to deliver a super knee drop to his victim.  Jon bounced from the impact, and let out a loud low groan.

 Trying to regain some semblance of order, Tim grabbed Barry by the arm, moved him away from Jon, and began raising hell. Seizing the opportunity, Brad jumped to the arena floor, reached under the bottom rope and dragged Jon out of the ring and executed a body slam onto the concrete floor.  He then hurled Jon back first into the fence surrounding the ring.

 Finally realizing what was happening, Tim exited the ring and went to the fallen Jon in an effort to help him and restore some order.  As he was helping Jon to his feet, one of the leaders of the local M/C club, whom Jon had defeated at the last bodybuilding contest, reached through the fence, grabbed the top of Tim jeans and pulled him face first into the fence.  The blow surprised and stunned Tim.  A couple of other M/C members quickly grabbed the dazed ref's wrists, spread them out and fastened them to the fence with leather restraints.

 Meanwhile, Brad and Barry had taken their victim back to the ring.  A body slam was executed from the second rope to the mat.  Jon was all but unconscious by this point.  While Barry went to Jon's corner and removed the tag team rope, Brad pulled Jon's trunks and jock down exposing his cock and bull balls.  The crowd let out a loud roar of approval.  Brad proceeded to manipulate Jon's large cock into throbbing hardness.  Barry then took the tag rope and made a cock ring around the base of Jon's cock and balls.  Jon now had a hardon that he couldn't lose.  His jock and trunks were pulled back up with the prominent bulge to be seen by all. Jon was rolled onto his stomach and Brad applied a Boston crab.  Barry walked around and delivered several punches into the exposed crotch and balls, all the while laughing at Jon's screams of agony.

 Next Brad and Barry stood back to back and lifted Jon onto their shoulders for a double over the shoulders back breaker. Brad was pulling down on the chin, Barry pulling down on the balls.  Jon was pleading for mercy and begging to be released.

 Meanwhile, security had finally gotten to Tim and released him from his bondage.  As he returned to the ring, he saw Barry had Jon in an over the shoulder backbreaker and airplane spin, Barry's right hand was firmly locked over Jon's balls.  As Tim entered the ring, he heard Jon begging for mercy and submitting.  Tim signaled the end of the match, but the bell didn't ring.  He looked at the bell keeper, but he was not at his table.  Tim told Barry to break the hold, but since the bell hadn't rung Barry ignored him.  Then he dropped Jon to the canvas and tagged in Brad.  Brad pulled Jon from the mat, lifted him up and brought him down across his knee with a backbreaker.  He held Jon over his knee torturing him further.  With Jon stretched out and defenseless, Brad delivered a series of punches to the stomach and lower abdomen before delivering a final series of vicious punches to the exposed and inviting balls.  The bell rang at this point and Tim reluctantly declared Brad and Barry the winners.

 As the twins celebrated their victory and paraded around the ring showing off for the crowd, Tim noticed Jon's hardon within the trunks.  Being curious as to why someone in so much agony could keep a hardon, he went over and knelt down. Jon, although in much pain, tried to explain about the cockring that was roughly tied around his manhood.  Sensing that Tim was about to discover their little gift to Jon, Brad charged across the ring and delivered a flying knee square into Tim's back.  Tim fell over the prostrate Jon, knee first will all his 215 pounds of muscle hitting Jon's crotch, who had been cupping his bruised balls with his hand.  The sudden crushing blow to his battered manhood exceeded his pain threshold and Jon passed out.

 Barry arrived to assist his brother.  They picked Tim up and sent him flying into the ropes.  As he caromed off, he was on the receiving end of a double body slam, which forced the air from his body.  Each of the twins took one of the ref's arms, extended them from his body, stood on the forearms and began stomping into the exposed 19" biceps.  After 20-30 stomps, each dropped knee first into the hurting muscles.  Tim was in real trouble and began pleading with the twins to stop.  Ignoring him, they picked him up and placed his right arm in a hammerlock before propelling him across the ring into the turnbuckle shoulder first.  Laughing, they attacked the hurting stud and repeated the maneuver with the left arm.

 Tim's arms were hanging useless, but the twins aren't finished with him yet.  Brad picked him up and delivered a shoulder breaker to the left shoulder, then Barry did the same to the right shoulder.  They rolled Tim onto his stomach and his arms were forced up his back.  Barry sat with his feet on Tim's shoulders, seized the arms and pulled upward in a painful double hammer lock.  Brad sat on his muscular back to keep him on the mat and delivered a series of quick, brutal fists to the biceps and shoulders.  Now Tim was promising, begging, to do anything, if they would just stop.  He issued a sigh of relief when the twins finally did stop, but he was too soon.  They picked him up and took him to the edge of the ring outside the ropes.  The twins remained in the ring, each applied a hammerlock, then they kicked Tim's legs off the ring apron, and suspended him by his injured shoulders.  He screamed, begged and pleaded for mercy, but the crowd only urged the twins to commit more mayhem and do more damage to the hunky bodybuilder!

 Suddenly, security allowed a single figure into the ring area who charged into the ring and delivered a series of stinging forearm blows to the twins.  The stunned twins dropped the hurting ref, he fell to the floor and lay there with his useless arms still up his back.  The twins turned to face the intruder.

 "Well, well Brad, if it isn't dear old stepdad" sneers Barry. And yes, standing before them was Bruce, their stepfather, a 40-year-old ex-marine with bulging muscles.  He was dressed in a pair of tattered jeans and a tank top.  The tank top allowed his muscular biceps total freedom, and also exposed the tattoo on the left arm of the marine bulldog.  It was obvious where Jon got his build from.

 "You fucking assholes.  I'll teach you to beat up my son," was his only comment.

 "We'll see who teaches who a lesson, Brucie baby" was Brad's reply.

 For the third time in the match it was two versus one as Tim's arms were useless and Jon was still unconscious.  Bruce threw a round house punch that struck Brad square on the jaw knocking him down, Barry went after the fallen Jon, he grabbed both of the lifeless legs and lifted them into a wide vee.  He placed his foot on the exposed cock and swollen balls.  He screamed "Hey Brucie, say goodbye to your grandchildren."

 Bruce turned and momentarily stopped as he realized he couldn't get across the ring in time to stop the mayhem about to happen to poor Jon's manhood.  As he tried to devise some plan, Brad delivered a devastating pump handle between his spread legs from behind, smashing his full bull balls into his pubic bone.  Bruce's hands flew to his agonized crotch. His knees buckled, and a sickly high-pitched scream emanated from his lips.  Seizing the opportunity, the twins attacked Bruce, with Brad delivering an arm across the head that sent the ex-marine face down onto the mat.  Barry, after delivering a short ball crushing stomp into the helpless crotch of his stepbrother, dropped to the floor outside the ring.  He delivered a gut kick to the slowly rising Tim, and raced around the ring to where Bruce lay on the mat. Reaching under the ropes, he grabbed both of his stepfather's ankles, separated them on each side of the ring post, and pulled as fast and hard as he could, sending the defenseless man's crotch careening into the metal ring post and flattening his balls.  Again, a loud high-pitched scream began in Bruce's throat but was quickly overcome by the nausea rising from his crotch and balls.

Brad pulled Bruce partway back into the ring so that Barry could repeat the brutal maneuver.

 Brad removed the tag team rope from the twin’s corner and preceded to tie Bruce's hands behind his back.  He and Barry then stripped the hurting, defenseless man naked.  "Well pops, looks like we're going to win the battle of who's tops around here and there doesn't seem to be much that you can do about it," taunts Barry.  "Brad what should the punishment be?"

 "Since all the children this jerk managed to produce are assholes, I propose that we see if we can't destroy all the 'bad genes' he has."

 "An excellent idea."  With that began one of the worst, or best if the crowd was any indication, examples of brutality seen in the Arena.

 Bruce was pulled from the mat and sent flying across the ring into the far ropes.  As he rebounded off the rope, Brad charged across the ring in a lineman's stance and delivered a head butt low into the crotch, knocking the man not only backwards but out of the ring as well.  Barry exited the ring, and delivered a series of nut crunching heel stomps to the helpless figure's manhood before he tossed him back into the ring.  The twins next delivered a cultbuster to Bruce's battered manhood.  The cultbuster consisted of placing Bruce over the ring ropes with his legs straddling the top rope, Brad on the inside and Barry on the outside.  They lifted the man by his ankles and thighs high above the ropes.  On the count of three Brad dropped to the mat while Barry dropped to the floor.  Bruce was pulled down into the rope, balls first!  The ropes gave a good foot before rebounding and pulling him from the grasp of his vengeful assailants, catapulting him into the middle of the ring.  The pain in his crotch was absolutely unbelievable as his nuts were cracked. After he hit the mat, he curled up in a little fetal ball clutching his crotch and mangled manhood while he made animal like moans and groans.

 Brad moved to the middle of the ring, reached down and locked a ball crusher on the hurting man's inflamed equipment.  As he mashed and pulled on the rapidly swelling balls, especially the left one, he felt them becoming tender and mushy.

 With tears running down his face, Bruce was begging and pleading "Please stop.  Ohm...please, anything just stops."

 "But dad, the fun was just beginning," was Barry's reply.

 With that the twins began another type of punishment.  Bruce's body became a sexual plaything for the twins.  The fun began with a brutal double-fuck from the twins, followed by Bruce cleaning his stepson’s manhood’s orally.  Bruce's ass was then given to his son, who was quickly convinced to obey the twins with a few more well-placed ball crushers.  Bruce's balls were subjected to several more blows, ball crushes and stomps.  He agreed to whatever his stepsons wanted as long as they would stop.  When the mayhem was over, the once proud marine's manhood had been reduced to rubble.  He had exchanged his freedom to retain what was left of his mangled equipment.  His left ball, had been reduced to soft useless mush, his right ball was extremely swollen and battered, his cock bruised and painful.  His asshole had been repeatedly violated.

  The twins left the ring to the overwhelming roaring approval of the crowd.  But they left with more than that.  The ref was left naked, tied in the ropes with a roaring hardon compliments of Bruce's new found cocksucking talents and another cockring made from the tag ropes.  Additional pain was being applied to his nuts as well.  Each of his shoes had been untied and unlaced a couple of notches, and the free ends knotted around his exposed nuts.  He hung from the ropes by his still hurting and useless arms, the cockring kept his cock hard and his own feet were about a foot off the mat, pulling his balls down and out.  Jon was led out by the noose around his balls, his body bruised and in considerable pain.  Bruce was draped over Barry's shoulder, his tender balls firmly locked in Barry's manipulating fist.  The crowd was cheering wildly and the twins invited them back next week to see the "new" Jon and Bruce, who were going to be "remodeled" during the week.



 The promoter smiled as the bizarre progression went past, knowing that next week would be a sell out from fans anxious to see the twin’s new playthings.  Now he just needed a match to further titillate the fans.  Looking at Tim helplessly in the ropes, an inspiration overcame him.  It seems that Tim's days as a referee were going to come to an end, but his time of abuse, humiliation and torture were about to begin, and the promoter knew just the man for the job.  A wrestler who only occasionally wrestled at the Arena because after his match no one would sign a contract against him.  But it had been several years and Tim would not be aware of the man's reputation for slowly, methodically, destroying and humiliating his opponent.  On his way to the phone to arrange the match he told his head of security, "Leave the ref in the ropes until the arena is empty and then release him.  That should make him ripe to sign a contract to begin his comeback so he gets another shot at the twins."  But would he survive his first match to get that contract??