[This match is a spinoff of A Family Affair match. It occurs after A Family Affair, but before A Family Affair Redux]
Start of Revenge
by
The Mangler
by
The Mangler
The Redneck Arena was bustling with excitement. Three weeks ago the fans had seen the twins destroy their stepbrother and stepfather and along the way dish out some punishment and humiliation to the league's top referee, Tim. Many had heard Tim swear to get vengeance from that attack and tonight was the start. Tim had been signed to fight against an “unknown”, at least to most of the fans, fighter tonight and then next week to get a shot at the twins, one at a time in back to back matches. Many of Tim’s friends were here to witness the start of Tim’s career in this league and to watch some major ass kicking next week. Of course, they were going to see some ass kicking tonight as well.
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“Tim, look I know your pissed
off. And you have every right to be. But I can’t just throw you in
a match against the twins,” the commissioner of the league said.
“Why the hell not. After what they did to me, YOUR top ref, I think I should get that right.”
“And you will. Why the hell do you think I didn’t suspend them for attacking a ref?? Because if I did that, you couldn’t get your fight.”
“Yeah, then why not give me the damned fight,” Tim demanded as his fist hit the desk.
“I’ll give you the fight. But you have to understand, that the fans in THIS league haven’t seen you fight. In order to give them a taste of what you can do, I want to put you up against another wrestler this week and then let you and the twins have at it next week in two back to back singles matches.”
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense, but damn it I’m not even 100% yet and you want me to fight another guy,” Tim began to whine.
“Look, just meet Chris, he fights under the name of the Choirboy, and if you don’t want to do this, we can delay things. But it will be at least another 4-5 weeks before I can sign you again.”
“Okay, I’ll meet the guy,” Tim said and he slammed out the door.
The commissioner picked up the phone and dialed. “Hey Chris, time to act. The idiot took to the bait.”
“Don’t worry about me. I know just what to do.”
The next day Tim went down to the gym to meet “The Choirboy”. One arrival he saw the commissioner talking to some guy and immediately had to smile. He knew this was his opponent and he knew how the kid had gotten his ring name. The guy stood 5"11", weighed in at about 180-185 pounds, had blond hair, blue eyes and had the angelic look of a choirboy. In fact, he looked now older than about 16.
“Hi, my name is Chris,” the guy said as Tim approached. “The commissioner was just telling me about the events leading up and I must say I’m appalled. I mean come on I know these matches can get intense, but that is well beyond the boundaries.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” At that point the commissioner left and Chris and Tim talked. Christ explained that he was somewhat new to the game and was looking to get more ring time. He made it clear that he wasn’t going to “roll over” and was going to give a competitive fight but within limits. After their meeting, Tim went to the commissioner’s office and signed both contracts. He was on his way to some revenge.
As he left the office the phone rang. “Well did he buy it,” Chris asked??
“Oh yeah, he bought it. Just remember to make it good, because after this fight it’ll be another two three years before I can sucker someone else into signing a match with you.”
“Don’t worry, it’ll be good – just like last time,” Chris laughed and then he hung up.
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Chris arrived at the Redneck Arena and changed into his wrestling attire, white trunks, white boots and white robe. God, he hated that outfit, but it served his purpose well. He inquired as to his ref for the night and was informed that it was Jake. Jake was a seasoned “veteran” of the ring, 30 years old, well built, masculine and just recently married. In other words, a perfect ref for tonight’s match.
Chris went to Tim’s locker room and chatted and reassured him and put him at ease. He then left and went to the official’s locker room. As their match was the last of the evening, he knew no other refs were around other than Jake, as Bill was reffing the match in progress. As he approached the room, he was joined by a couple of his associates – also gorgeous and innocent looking.
As Chris introduced himself, Jake stuck out his hand. Chris grabbed the hand firmly as if to shake it. Instead he jerked Jake into him and slammed a loaded knee pad up into Jake’s crotch. Jake was in no way prepared for this and went down in pain. In a matter of moments, Chris and his associated had Jake naked from the waist down, and quickly placed a cock/ball cage type device on Jake before redressing him. As Jake inquired as to what was happening, Chris pulled out a small device that looked like a garage door opener. He set the dial to one and then pressed. Jake felt a shock go through is balls that wasn’t really painful, but uncomfortable. Chris dialed it up to three and delivered another blast which felt like Jake had been kicked in the balls repeatedly. “You just make sure and stay out of my way and things will be fine,” Chris laughed. “One of my associates here will be watching you and giving you ‘signals’ as to what to do. Disobey and he’ll turn that thing up and your new wife will have to buy a dildo for sex.”
Jake was horrified but trapped. He knew the fix was in, but couldn’t do anything to stop it.
After the introduction, the ref called both wrestler’s t the center of the ring, gave them their instructions. They shook hands like good sports. As Tim turned and retreated to his corner, he failed to see Chris wink at Jake, who looked decidedly uncomfortable.
Tim was 6'1" and 215 lbs of raw masculinity. He wasn’t back to 100% after the attack from the twins but felt that he could put on a decent show against the choirboy. He was ready to get the action started.
Tim and the Choirboy met in the middle of the ring. They initially go for a test of strength. However, after locking up the first hands, Tim suddenly jerks the Choirboy around and secures a headlock. When the Choirboy goes to toss Tim off and into the ropes, Tim cinches down holding onto the lock. The Choirboy begins complaining to the ref about hair pulling (which had not happened), and the ref felt a faint tingle in his groin. He ordered Tim to break the hold. Tim was incredulous. However, he knew better than to let that distract him, so he broke the hold cleanly but then quickly re-applied it. He then hip tossed the Choirboy down onto the mat, following him down. The Choirboy again complained about hair pulling, and the ref again forced the break.
Tim rose to his feet and turned toward the ref. “Oh, come on now, Jake. You’re a damned better ref than that, plus you know I wrestle clean.”
Before the ref could mount an answer, Tim let out a very sharp breath, his faced turned pale and he reached down to hold his family jewels. For while he had been arguing with Jake, the Choirboy had come from behind and delivered a pump handled forearm between his legs and smashing his balls up against the pubic bone. The pain was instantaneous and severe. As Tim began to lean over and drop to his knees, The Choirboy quickly secured a headlock and drove forwards, bulldogging Tim into the mat. Needless to say, Tim saw stars.
As the ref came between Tim and the Choirboy to berate him, he felt a quick shock to his balls and the Choirboy pushed him aside. The Choirboy then grabbed Tim’s right arm, stretched it out to the side and began delivering a series of knee drops into the exposed biceps. Many in the crowd were astonished that Jake had not cautioned the Choirboy about pushing him or the low blow on Tim. After a series of 5 knee drops into the exposed bicep, the Choirboy then placed his left knee along Tim’s right side and up into the armpit. He bent the elbow down toward Tim’s feet and lock it into place with his other leg. He then began delivering a series of punches and chops into the stretched-out bicep. The ref would warn him about the closed fists, but the Choirboy just ignored him and the ref never began a count.
Tiring of this maneuver, the Choirboy rose to his feet, grabbed Tim by the hair, and lifted him to his feet. He then positioned Tim’s right arm behind his back, crotch lifted him and delivered a body slam, pinning Tim’s arm between his falling body and the mat. When Tim would arch up from the pain, the Choirboy responded by delivering a boot stomp into Tim’s lower abdomen, clearly below the belt line, but not into the crotch. This maneuver was repeated five times. Seeing that Tim was now having a great deal of trouble using his right arm, the Choirboy, turned his attention to the left arm.
He pulled Tim up and using the right arm, propelled Tim back first into the corner. The pain of the arm being stretched out caused Tim to yell out. Once his back slammed into the corner and he was resting there, the Choirboy charged across the ring, grabbed Tim’s left wrist and then catapulted over the ring rope. As he dropped to the floor, he held onto Tim’s wrist, causing Tim’s bicep to slam down into the metal portion of the ring rope where it met the turnbuckle. Tim screamed in pain and dropped to the mat. The Choirboy reached between the mat and the bottom rope, grabbed Tim’s left arm, drug it under the ropes and slammed it into the ring mat a total of 10 times. At this point Jake had began his count, very slowly, and had reached only six when the Choirboy vaulted back into the ring.
He delivered a series of toe kicks into the left bicep and then repeated his backdrops, except this time the left arm was trapped between the mat and the back. Tim was now without very good use of his arms – just as the Choirboy wanted.
He then decided that his next attack was to be on Tim’s impressive pecs – at least they were impressive before the match began. He initially dropped a leg across Tim’s upper chest. He then locked Tim’s neck between his calf and his thigh by sitting down. He was careful to keep his thigh between the chest and the chin – after all he wouldn’t want to be accused of choking Tim. Once in this position, he pushed Tim’s left arm out, accentuating the left pec. He then dug both his hands into the edge of the pec and began squeezing as hard as he could – a pec claw. He would alternate the pressure between the two hands. Occasionally he would release one hand and drive a fist or chop into the pec. This would bring only a half-hearted warning from Jake.
He then repeated this on the right pec. Tiring of these, he pulled Tim to his feet, locked one hand in each pec and then in a display of his awesome strength, lifted Tim from his feet so that he was literally supporting his weight on his pecs. Tim screamed in pain. The Choirboy just laughed and shook Tim like a helpless rag doll, before tossing him to the mat. He next delivered a series of stomps and knee drops into the pecs, turning them from impressive mounds of muscle into quivering mass of pain. He quickly looked around at the crowd until he found what he was looking for. He then tossed Tim threw the ropes and onto the concrete floor.
As Jake began to admonish him, the Choirboy responding, only loudly enough for Jake to hear, “Yeah, make it look good asshole. But once you leave the ring go argue with one of the fans on the other side.”
“What,” was all jake got out before he felt the familiar tingle around his balls. The Choirboy then exited the ring and began stomping the pecs of Tim. As Jake was exited the ring, one of the fans began screaming obscenities about Jake and his new fiancée and what a poor ref he was. Tim nodded in that direction and Jake went and began arguing with that fan. Many in the crowd was aghast at this turn of events.
The Choirboy picked Tim up, faced him chest first toward the surround fence and charged, driving Tim pec first into the unforgiving chain link. Once he was against the fence, the Choirboy reached around, grabbed onto the fence and pushed onto Tim’s back, trapping him against the fence. As planned, one of the Choirboy’s assistants, standing outside the ring, quickly clamped on a pair of tit clamps with a connecting chain. As the clamps settled into place, Tim let out a loud scream and tried to back off but was held into place. The assistant then delivered a series of judo thrusts through the gaps in the fence to Tim’s lower abdomen and crotch. He then produced a small device with two points. This was a taser used by the police to subdue recalcitrant suspects. The voltage had been turned down. The taser was applied to the first the right pec and then the left pec. Each time it was fired, it would cause a spasm in the underlying muscle – a nuclear Charlie horse if you will. Tim screamed in pain and again tried to pull back unsuccessfully. Each pec received two jolts. With the last jolt, the Choirboy, had stepped back which had allowed Tim to jerk backward. Unfortunately for Tim., the chain between the tit clamps was on the outside of the fence while his tits were on the inside of the fence. So, when Tim jerked back, he yanked the clamps from his tits increasing his pain.
Tim simply dropped to the ground his tits and pecs in more pain than he thought possible. At this point, Jake felt the familiar jolt in his nuts and left off arguing with the fan and turned around. As he turned, he saw Tim fall to the ground, saw the Choirboy lift him up and then drop Tim down across his knee in a stomach buster. The Choirboy repeated this once more before Jake to get to the action and began counting. The Choirboy just smiled his angelic smile, pulled Tim up, walked him back toward the ring, slammed his forehead into the turnbuckle three times and then toss him back into the ring.
As jake and the Choirboy entered the ring, Tim managed to croak out a submission, but jake was ordered to ignore it by the jolt in his nuts. The Choirboy then began a series of stomps and knee drops into the abdomen of his defeated opponent. Once he felt there were softened enough, he dropped down and applied a double claw. He actually managed to lock into the muscles and lift Tim off the mat. Tim was screaming in unbelievable pain. After holding him up for about 10 seconds, the Choirboy dropped Tim back to the mat.
As Tim lay on the mat, the Choirboy dropped down, untied his trunks and ripped them off, leaving Tim naked in the ring. As Jake began to berate him, the Choirboy threw the trunks in Jake’s direction. As he caught them, the Choirboy ordered, “put them in your pocket.” As this command was reaching his ears, another, slightly more intense, jolt was reaching his balls. He hesitated for just a second before stuffing them into his pocket. The crowd was loudly booing and insulting the ref.
The Choirboy then knelt between Tim’s legs, forcing them apart. He then began delivering a series of closed fist into the upper medial thigh where the thigh and abdomen meet. He alternated blows. This is a particularly sensitive area and produced severe muscle spasm in Tim., further adding to his screams. He was now openly screaming his submission but Jake was ignoring both him and the fists. Tiring of this, the Choirboy then stood, grabbed the right leg, straightened it up and dropped down pulling the left-over Tim’s head, stretching the already abused muscles and ligaments. This was repeated three times on each leg, stretching out the muscles and tendons. Tim would have a hard time walking from the ring – just as the Choirboy wanted.
The Choirboy new that it was now time to end the match. He pulled Tim up to a standing position and quickly locked on an abdominal stretch – with a twist – a twist to Tim’s balls that is. Once the stretch was locked on, the Choirboy reached between Tim’s legs, grabbed his balls and pulled backward. Amazingly enough Tim was able to scream even louder. His submissions were ignored by Jake.
“Say, I’m a pussyboy,” demanded the Choirboy.
When Tim did not immediately reply, he stretched the nuts harder until Tim screamed “I’m a pussyboy”.
“Say I’m a faggot,” demanded the Choirboy.
“I’M A FAGGOT,” was the response.
“Tell me that I’m you master and you’re my faggot pussyboy.”
“YOU’RE MY MASTER AND I’M YOUR FAGGOT PUSSYBOY,” Tim screamed as the tears began to fall down his face.
The Choirboy then nodded at Jake and Jake signaled the end of the match and the end of the massacre – at least Jake though so – unfortunately he was wrong.
The Choirboy dropped Tim to the mat and then did a double biceps pose. About half the crowd cheered, the other half booed. As the Choirboy held the pose he looked at Jake and said “come over here and kiss my biceps, asshole,” not really loud enough for the fans to make out.
“What the hell,” was all that Jake could get out before he felt the most powerful jolt to his balls and it was not even enough to double him over but definitely got his attention.
“That was only a three, imagine what a ten would be like. Now get over here and kiss my biceps, show the fans how much you worship them.”
Jake wanted nothing to do with what was happening, but was terrified of the consequences of his refusal so he went over and quickly kissed the left bicep. As he headed for the right one the Choirboy snarled, “you’d better make this one good or bye-bye balls!”
To all those in the audience when Jake kissed the right bicep it looked as if he was making love to it. Many in the crowd were now totally outraged as they realized that Jake was in on the massacre they had just witnessed – even though he wasn’t. Other in the crowd loved it.
Standing back from Jake, the Choirboy looked him in the eye and said (loud enough for many of the fans to hear, “get down on your knees and give me a blowjob, Mr. referee.” As a look of horror crossed Jake’s face, and the words of refusal started to come out of his mouth, a huge jolt hit his crotch, knocking him to the mat. Jake felt as if his nuts had been flattened”. To all of the crowd it looked as if he had obeyed.
The Choirboy quickly said “that was only a five, the next time you disobey it will be a ten”, only loud enough for Jake to hear. Jake was terrified. He knew that a ten would destroy his nuts.
“Now give me a blowjob, Mr. referee,” the Choirboy repeated. And Jake obeyed without hesitation. For the first time in his life, he had another man’s cock in his mouth and in front of what he felt was millions of people. Never having done this his technique wasn't very good, but just the act of humiliating AND destroying the goody two shoes was enough to get the Choirboy off. He made sure that he ejaculated onto the ref’s face for everyone to see.
Jake was mortified and was sure that at last it was over, but not quite. The Choirboy then ordered Jake to tie Tim’s arms up between the first and second ropes. He then ordered him to unlace, partially Tim’s boots, tie the end to Tim’s nuts and then drop them, stretching out Tim’s nuts. Tim found himself in this position for the second time.
Laughing a laugh that could only be described as evil, the Choirboy then draped his arm around Jake (two buddies together it looked like) and they left the redneck arena down the ramp, leaving Tim hanging in the ropes. Once in the back, Jake was taken back to the official dressing room, stripped, his cock cage removed, and then he was tossed naked out the back door, where there were sure to be fans of Tim’s waiting. Let the asshole ref talk his way out of that one. The Choirboy, accompanied by his assistants left the arena and headed over to the local s&m bar. They were ready for some true man to man action.
Management left Tim tied into the ropes until the house had cleared and then went down and released him. As he was being helped back into the locker room, the league manager came up to him and said, “don’t forget next week you get you match against the twins.” Tim had forgotten about that contract!!
“Why the hell not. After what they did to me, YOUR top ref, I think I should get that right.”
“And you will. Why the hell do you think I didn’t suspend them for attacking a ref?? Because if I did that, you couldn’t get your fight.”
“Yeah, then why not give me the damned fight,” Tim demanded as his fist hit the desk.
“I’ll give you the fight. But you have to understand, that the fans in THIS league haven’t seen you fight. In order to give them a taste of what you can do, I want to put you up against another wrestler this week and then let you and the twins have at it next week in two back to back singles matches.”
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense, but damn it I’m not even 100% yet and you want me to fight another guy,” Tim began to whine.
“Look, just meet Chris, he fights under the name of the Choirboy, and if you don’t want to do this, we can delay things. But it will be at least another 4-5 weeks before I can sign you again.”
“Okay, I’ll meet the guy,” Tim said and he slammed out the door.
The commissioner picked up the phone and dialed. “Hey Chris, time to act. The idiot took to the bait.”
“Don’t worry about me. I know just what to do.”
The next day Tim went down to the gym to meet “The Choirboy”. One arrival he saw the commissioner talking to some guy and immediately had to smile. He knew this was his opponent and he knew how the kid had gotten his ring name. The guy stood 5"11", weighed in at about 180-185 pounds, had blond hair, blue eyes and had the angelic look of a choirboy. In fact, he looked now older than about 16.
“Hi, my name is Chris,” the guy said as Tim approached. “The commissioner was just telling me about the events leading up and I must say I’m appalled. I mean come on I know these matches can get intense, but that is well beyond the boundaries.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” At that point the commissioner left and Chris and Tim talked. Christ explained that he was somewhat new to the game and was looking to get more ring time. He made it clear that he wasn’t going to “roll over” and was going to give a competitive fight but within limits. After their meeting, Tim went to the commissioner’s office and signed both contracts. He was on his way to some revenge.
As he left the office the phone rang. “Well did he buy it,” Chris asked??
“Oh yeah, he bought it. Just remember to make it good, because after this fight it’ll be another two three years before I can sucker someone else into signing a match with you.”
“Don’t worry, it’ll be good – just like last time,” Chris laughed and then he hung up.
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Chris arrived at the Redneck Arena and changed into his wrestling attire, white trunks, white boots and white robe. God, he hated that outfit, but it served his purpose well. He inquired as to his ref for the night and was informed that it was Jake. Jake was a seasoned “veteran” of the ring, 30 years old, well built, masculine and just recently married. In other words, a perfect ref for tonight’s match.
Chris went to Tim’s locker room and chatted and reassured him and put him at ease. He then left and went to the official’s locker room. As their match was the last of the evening, he knew no other refs were around other than Jake, as Bill was reffing the match in progress. As he approached the room, he was joined by a couple of his associates – also gorgeous and innocent looking.
As Chris introduced himself, Jake stuck out his hand. Chris grabbed the hand firmly as if to shake it. Instead he jerked Jake into him and slammed a loaded knee pad up into Jake’s crotch. Jake was in no way prepared for this and went down in pain. In a matter of moments, Chris and his associated had Jake naked from the waist down, and quickly placed a cock/ball cage type device on Jake before redressing him. As Jake inquired as to what was happening, Chris pulled out a small device that looked like a garage door opener. He set the dial to one and then pressed. Jake felt a shock go through is balls that wasn’t really painful, but uncomfortable. Chris dialed it up to three and delivered another blast which felt like Jake had been kicked in the balls repeatedly. “You just make sure and stay out of my way and things will be fine,” Chris laughed. “One of my associates here will be watching you and giving you ‘signals’ as to what to do. Disobey and he’ll turn that thing up and your new wife will have to buy a dildo for sex.”
Jake was horrified but trapped. He knew the fix was in, but couldn’t do anything to stop it.
After the introduction, the ref called both wrestler’s t the center of the ring, gave them their instructions. They shook hands like good sports. As Tim turned and retreated to his corner, he failed to see Chris wink at Jake, who looked decidedly uncomfortable.
Tim was 6'1" and 215 lbs of raw masculinity. He wasn’t back to 100% after the attack from the twins but felt that he could put on a decent show against the choirboy. He was ready to get the action started.
Tim and the Choirboy met in the middle of the ring. They initially go for a test of strength. However, after locking up the first hands, Tim suddenly jerks the Choirboy around and secures a headlock. When the Choirboy goes to toss Tim off and into the ropes, Tim cinches down holding onto the lock. The Choirboy begins complaining to the ref about hair pulling (which had not happened), and the ref felt a faint tingle in his groin. He ordered Tim to break the hold. Tim was incredulous. However, he knew better than to let that distract him, so he broke the hold cleanly but then quickly re-applied it. He then hip tossed the Choirboy down onto the mat, following him down. The Choirboy again complained about hair pulling, and the ref again forced the break.
Tim rose to his feet and turned toward the ref. “Oh, come on now, Jake. You’re a damned better ref than that, plus you know I wrestle clean.”
Before the ref could mount an answer, Tim let out a very sharp breath, his faced turned pale and he reached down to hold his family jewels. For while he had been arguing with Jake, the Choirboy had come from behind and delivered a pump handled forearm between his legs and smashing his balls up against the pubic bone. The pain was instantaneous and severe. As Tim began to lean over and drop to his knees, The Choirboy quickly secured a headlock and drove forwards, bulldogging Tim into the mat. Needless to say, Tim saw stars.
As the ref came between Tim and the Choirboy to berate him, he felt a quick shock to his balls and the Choirboy pushed him aside. The Choirboy then grabbed Tim’s right arm, stretched it out to the side and began delivering a series of knee drops into the exposed biceps. Many in the crowd were astonished that Jake had not cautioned the Choirboy about pushing him or the low blow on Tim. After a series of 5 knee drops into the exposed bicep, the Choirboy then placed his left knee along Tim’s right side and up into the armpit. He bent the elbow down toward Tim’s feet and lock it into place with his other leg. He then began delivering a series of punches and chops into the stretched-out bicep. The ref would warn him about the closed fists, but the Choirboy just ignored him and the ref never began a count.
Tiring of this maneuver, the Choirboy rose to his feet, grabbed Tim by the hair, and lifted him to his feet. He then positioned Tim’s right arm behind his back, crotch lifted him and delivered a body slam, pinning Tim’s arm between his falling body and the mat. When Tim would arch up from the pain, the Choirboy responded by delivering a boot stomp into Tim’s lower abdomen, clearly below the belt line, but not into the crotch. This maneuver was repeated five times. Seeing that Tim was now having a great deal of trouble using his right arm, the Choirboy, turned his attention to the left arm.
He pulled Tim up and using the right arm, propelled Tim back first into the corner. The pain of the arm being stretched out caused Tim to yell out. Once his back slammed into the corner and he was resting there, the Choirboy charged across the ring, grabbed Tim’s left wrist and then catapulted over the ring rope. As he dropped to the floor, he held onto Tim’s wrist, causing Tim’s bicep to slam down into the metal portion of the ring rope where it met the turnbuckle. Tim screamed in pain and dropped to the mat. The Choirboy reached between the mat and the bottom rope, grabbed Tim’s left arm, drug it under the ropes and slammed it into the ring mat a total of 10 times. At this point Jake had began his count, very slowly, and had reached only six when the Choirboy vaulted back into the ring.
He delivered a series of toe kicks into the left bicep and then repeated his backdrops, except this time the left arm was trapped between the mat and the back. Tim was now without very good use of his arms – just as the Choirboy wanted.
He then decided that his next attack was to be on Tim’s impressive pecs – at least they were impressive before the match began. He initially dropped a leg across Tim’s upper chest. He then locked Tim’s neck between his calf and his thigh by sitting down. He was careful to keep his thigh between the chest and the chin – after all he wouldn’t want to be accused of choking Tim. Once in this position, he pushed Tim’s left arm out, accentuating the left pec. He then dug both his hands into the edge of the pec and began squeezing as hard as he could – a pec claw. He would alternate the pressure between the two hands. Occasionally he would release one hand and drive a fist or chop into the pec. This would bring only a half-hearted warning from Jake.
He then repeated this on the right pec. Tiring of these, he pulled Tim to his feet, locked one hand in each pec and then in a display of his awesome strength, lifted Tim from his feet so that he was literally supporting his weight on his pecs. Tim screamed in pain. The Choirboy just laughed and shook Tim like a helpless rag doll, before tossing him to the mat. He next delivered a series of stomps and knee drops into the pecs, turning them from impressive mounds of muscle into quivering mass of pain. He quickly looked around at the crowd until he found what he was looking for. He then tossed Tim threw the ropes and onto the concrete floor.
As Jake began to admonish him, the Choirboy responding, only loudly enough for Jake to hear, “Yeah, make it look good asshole. But once you leave the ring go argue with one of the fans on the other side.”
“What,” was all jake got out before he felt the familiar tingle around his balls. The Choirboy then exited the ring and began stomping the pecs of Tim. As Jake was exited the ring, one of the fans began screaming obscenities about Jake and his new fiancée and what a poor ref he was. Tim nodded in that direction and Jake went and began arguing with that fan. Many in the crowd was aghast at this turn of events.
The Choirboy picked Tim up, faced him chest first toward the surround fence and charged, driving Tim pec first into the unforgiving chain link. Once he was against the fence, the Choirboy reached around, grabbed onto the fence and pushed onto Tim’s back, trapping him against the fence. As planned, one of the Choirboy’s assistants, standing outside the ring, quickly clamped on a pair of tit clamps with a connecting chain. As the clamps settled into place, Tim let out a loud scream and tried to back off but was held into place. The assistant then delivered a series of judo thrusts through the gaps in the fence to Tim’s lower abdomen and crotch. He then produced a small device with two points. This was a taser used by the police to subdue recalcitrant suspects. The voltage had been turned down. The taser was applied to the first the right pec and then the left pec. Each time it was fired, it would cause a spasm in the underlying muscle – a nuclear Charlie horse if you will. Tim screamed in pain and again tried to pull back unsuccessfully. Each pec received two jolts. With the last jolt, the Choirboy, had stepped back which had allowed Tim to jerk backward. Unfortunately for Tim., the chain between the tit clamps was on the outside of the fence while his tits were on the inside of the fence. So, when Tim jerked back, he yanked the clamps from his tits increasing his pain.
Tim simply dropped to the ground his tits and pecs in more pain than he thought possible. At this point, Jake felt the familiar jolt in his nuts and left off arguing with the fan and turned around. As he turned, he saw Tim fall to the ground, saw the Choirboy lift him up and then drop Tim down across his knee in a stomach buster. The Choirboy repeated this once more before Jake to get to the action and began counting. The Choirboy just smiled his angelic smile, pulled Tim up, walked him back toward the ring, slammed his forehead into the turnbuckle three times and then toss him back into the ring.
As jake and the Choirboy entered the ring, Tim managed to croak out a submission, but jake was ordered to ignore it by the jolt in his nuts. The Choirboy then began a series of stomps and knee drops into the abdomen of his defeated opponent. Once he felt there were softened enough, he dropped down and applied a double claw. He actually managed to lock into the muscles and lift Tim off the mat. Tim was screaming in unbelievable pain. After holding him up for about 10 seconds, the Choirboy dropped Tim back to the mat.
As Tim lay on the mat, the Choirboy dropped down, untied his trunks and ripped them off, leaving Tim naked in the ring. As Jake began to berate him, the Choirboy threw the trunks in Jake’s direction. As he caught them, the Choirboy ordered, “put them in your pocket.” As this command was reaching his ears, another, slightly more intense, jolt was reaching his balls. He hesitated for just a second before stuffing them into his pocket. The crowd was loudly booing and insulting the ref.
The Choirboy then knelt between Tim’s legs, forcing them apart. He then began delivering a series of closed fist into the upper medial thigh where the thigh and abdomen meet. He alternated blows. This is a particularly sensitive area and produced severe muscle spasm in Tim., further adding to his screams. He was now openly screaming his submission but Jake was ignoring both him and the fists. Tiring of this, the Choirboy then stood, grabbed the right leg, straightened it up and dropped down pulling the left-over Tim’s head, stretching the already abused muscles and ligaments. This was repeated three times on each leg, stretching out the muscles and tendons. Tim would have a hard time walking from the ring – just as the Choirboy wanted.
The Choirboy new that it was now time to end the match. He pulled Tim up to a standing position and quickly locked on an abdominal stretch – with a twist – a twist to Tim’s balls that is. Once the stretch was locked on, the Choirboy reached between Tim’s legs, grabbed his balls and pulled backward. Amazingly enough Tim was able to scream even louder. His submissions were ignored by Jake.
“Say, I’m a pussyboy,” demanded the Choirboy.
When Tim did not immediately reply, he stretched the nuts harder until Tim screamed “I’m a pussyboy”.
“Say I’m a faggot,” demanded the Choirboy.
“I’M A FAGGOT,” was the response.
“Tell me that I’m you master and you’re my faggot pussyboy.”
“YOU’RE MY MASTER AND I’M YOUR FAGGOT PUSSYBOY,” Tim screamed as the tears began to fall down his face.
The Choirboy then nodded at Jake and Jake signaled the end of the match and the end of the massacre – at least Jake though so – unfortunately he was wrong.
The Choirboy dropped Tim to the mat and then did a double biceps pose. About half the crowd cheered, the other half booed. As the Choirboy held the pose he looked at Jake and said “come over here and kiss my biceps, asshole,” not really loud enough for the fans to make out.
“What the hell,” was all that Jake could get out before he felt the most powerful jolt to his balls and it was not even enough to double him over but definitely got his attention.
“That was only a three, imagine what a ten would be like. Now get over here and kiss my biceps, show the fans how much you worship them.”
Jake wanted nothing to do with what was happening, but was terrified of the consequences of his refusal so he went over and quickly kissed the left bicep. As he headed for the right one the Choirboy snarled, “you’d better make this one good or bye-bye balls!”
To all those in the audience when Jake kissed the right bicep it looked as if he was making love to it. Many in the crowd were now totally outraged as they realized that Jake was in on the massacre they had just witnessed – even though he wasn’t. Other in the crowd loved it.
Standing back from Jake, the Choirboy looked him in the eye and said (loud enough for many of the fans to hear, “get down on your knees and give me a blowjob, Mr. referee.” As a look of horror crossed Jake’s face, and the words of refusal started to come out of his mouth, a huge jolt hit his crotch, knocking him to the mat. Jake felt as if his nuts had been flattened”. To all of the crowd it looked as if he had obeyed.
The Choirboy quickly said “that was only a five, the next time you disobey it will be a ten”, only loud enough for Jake to hear. Jake was terrified. He knew that a ten would destroy his nuts.
“Now give me a blowjob, Mr. referee,” the Choirboy repeated. And Jake obeyed without hesitation. For the first time in his life, he had another man’s cock in his mouth and in front of what he felt was millions of people. Never having done this his technique wasn't very good, but just the act of humiliating AND destroying the goody two shoes was enough to get the Choirboy off. He made sure that he ejaculated onto the ref’s face for everyone to see.
Jake was mortified and was sure that at last it was over, but not quite. The Choirboy then ordered Jake to tie Tim’s arms up between the first and second ropes. He then ordered him to unlace, partially Tim’s boots, tie the end to Tim’s nuts and then drop them, stretching out Tim’s nuts. Tim found himself in this position for the second time.
Laughing a laugh that could only be described as evil, the Choirboy then draped his arm around Jake (two buddies together it looked like) and they left the redneck arena down the ramp, leaving Tim hanging in the ropes. Once in the back, Jake was taken back to the official dressing room, stripped, his cock cage removed, and then he was tossed naked out the back door, where there were sure to be fans of Tim’s waiting. Let the asshole ref talk his way out of that one. The Choirboy, accompanied by his assistants left the arena and headed over to the local s&m bar. They were ready for some true man to man action.
Management left Tim tied into the ropes until the house had cleared and then went down and released him. As he was being helped back into the locker room, the league manager came up to him and said, “don’t forget next week you get you match against the twins.” Tim had forgotten about that contract!!
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I love the visual of Tim’s arms tied up between the first and second ropes, his boots partially unlaced, and then tied to his nuts and dropped so that his own weight stretches out his nuts out. So fucking hot.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you like it. If you read all the stories you find that Tim ends up like these a lot of the time. It is an image that I find particularly humiliating for a wrestler.
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