Battle Royal Massacre II

Battle Royal Massacre II

By

The Mangler

When Slim and Samson reached the entrance to the backstage area, they were met by a couple of members of the promoter’s management team. However, with a couple of scowls and dirty looks, the management decided not to get involved. “After all, they are all adults and knew what they were getting in to,” would be the promoter’s line if questioned later. When Hercules and Stocky reached the area with Ray and College stud with them, they went into the smaller of the two locker rooms where the “heels” usually changed. Most of the other wrestler’s had already left and the few still in the area, quickly dressed and left or even left half dressed.


Ray was placed in a full Nelson by Hercules and “presented” to the College Stud. College Stud stood 5'7" tall, weighed in at 185 pounds. He had big bulging arms, an impressive defined muscular chest with quarter sized nipples, which were visible around his tank top. He worked out on a regular basis and enjoyed the type of wrestling match that he had just witnessed. With a big smile on his face he proceeded to slug Ray in the gut. He noticed that his fist sank deep into the soft belly. The muscles had been pulverized by the other four wrestlers and did not provide much protection. As his fist sank into the belly, his ample cock twitched in his tight blue jeans. This action was not missed by the other pro wrestlers. “Hey College Stud, why don’t you strip down and get more comfortable,” asked Slim. “We wouldn’t want you to get those clothes all messed up, now would we?” As he said this, Slim grabbed his crotch and squeezed.

Getting the implication, College Stud preceded to strip off his shoes, socks and tight blue jeans. Underneath he was wearing a well work tight jock strap. His package was very prominent and noticeable especially as the head of his cock was starting to peak over the top of the jock strap. He then started to pull his tight tank top. As his head was covered by the material, Samson drew back and delivered a sharp punch right into the lower abdomen. While there was some muscular resistance, the fist still sank deep into the belly as College Stud was not expecting the blow. Samson quickly followed up with a sharp knee into the cock and balls. Needless to say, College Stud quickly lost his hardon, as well as his balance as he doubled over. Samson grabbed the hair on the back of College Stud’s head and pulled him up and slammed him back into the lockers. Samson then placed each hand into the armpit of the College Stud, splayed his fingers out, and clamped down with a double pec claw. He used his thumbs to press and rub against the kid’s nipple – causing them to harden despite the pain. College Stud just grunted at this latest insult. He still had not gotten his wind back from the knee to the balls.

Hercules had released Ray and pulled his arms behind his back, where Slim had proceeded to force the hands through the leg openings of Ray’s trunks (which he had retrieved from the back pocket of College Stud’s jeans) and pulled the trunks up over the arms to the mid thigh. This effectively placed Ray’s arms in bondage. Ray was then sat on the bench. The laces of his boots were untied for one or two turns and then tied in a noose around his balls. If Ray tried to lower his legs, he stretched his balls. He was forced to keep his legs sitting on the bench. He was no “immobilized” and unable to leave the room.

While Ray was being outfitted with his new “attire”, Stocky had been busy removing College Studs tank top and his jockstrap – rendering him naked and all of his body available for the 4 sadistic wrestlers. Samson pulled College Stud away from the locker by his pec claw. The College Stud had now brought his hands around and was trying to pry the finger and the claw free. Seeing this, Slim and Stocky each stepped in, grabbed his wrist and then pulled the arms out to the side. With the pain in his pecs, College Stud was not able to generate enough force to pull his hands in. As Samson released the pec claw, Slim and Stocky each twisted the arm he was holding forcing College Stud down to his knees. They each then began kicking the toe of the foot into the armpit of the helpless stud, while continuing to stretch out the arms.

After the kicks to the armpit ceased, College Stud was pulled back to his feet, his arms still stretched out, and Samson and Hercules began delivering a series of pump handle blows into the pits as if they were trying to dislocate the shoulders. With each blow, College Stud screamed out in pain and was lifted off his feet. After 10 such blows, the unwilling wrestling stud was then dropped to the floor on his back. Slim sat on the left arm, Stocky on the right and both began delivering a series of punches and slams into the bulging biceps. After about 20 blows each, they then applied a claw hold into the rapidly softening muscle tissues. Further screams emanated from the downed College Stud.

Once the biceps claws were securely in place, Samson and Hercules began a series of stomps and leg drops into the corded abs. The unrelenting assault went on for five minutes, driving any remaining resistance from the stud. Hercules then kneeled down by the side of the College Studs and applied a double handed claw into the abdominal muscles. He kneaded, mashed and slammed the muscle alternately to soften them up. His fingers sank deeper into the abdominals until his first knuckle had disappeared. He then hooked his fingers like claws and began trying to lift the unresisting body from the floor. He was able to lift up as the College Stud arched his back as much as possible to relieve the pain, however, this did not do much good. Samson had Hercules return the body to the floor, and then standing to one side of the chest he again clamped on a double pec claw. Signalling to Slim, Stocky and Hercules, the four of them worked in concert and literally lifted the College Stud off the floor and had him hanging in the air with claws from his biceps, pecs, and abdominal muscles. His head hung back and his mouth open as he screamed in abject pain. However, no one was around to hear him except Ray and he was “tied” up at the moment. Or maybe there were some wrestlers who did hear him, but just didn’t want to encounter the wrath of these four sadistic studs.

After five minutes, all four wrestlers released their claws at once and the College Stud dropped back to the floor. He was in pain everywhere. He tried to move his hands down to rub at his sore abs, but the early work had done its job and he was unable to move his arms. Samson simply laughed as he looked down at the reddened pecs and abs. He then pushed then reached down and grabbed one of the legs. Stocky did the same with the other leg and then with almost machine gun like efficiency they began a series of stomps and kicks to the thighs and inner thighs. This was then followed by a series of leg snaps, stretching out the groin muscles and causing tremendous pain. Once they were satisfied with their handiwork, the two wrestlers dropped down and applied claw holds to the upper thighs. They were soon joined by Hercules and Slim who applied claw holds on the lower thighs. College Stud was experiencing what the foursome would later dub “death by claws”.

The four wrestlers continued to release and re-apply the claws in a “massaging” fashion, although they weren’t restful massages. After several minutes, all four wrestlers released their claws. With a smirk, Samson grabbed the jock strap and ripped it from College Studs body, exposing the genitals. While, no longer hard his cock still made an impression. Even soft it was 6", but more importantly was thick and meaty. His balls were large and pendulous.

Slick reached down and grabbed the nuts pulling them down as far in the sack as they would go and then stretched the scrotum out full length. He then trapped the left nut between his right thumb and fingers and began squeezing. He used his left thumb and forefinger to trap the other nut. College Stud’s screams reached new heights as he felt as if his nuts were being crushed – which they were. Samson reapplied his abdominal claw, Hercules grabbed the left pec and Stocky grabbed the right pec. Again, College Stud was lifted from the floor by his pecs and abs, while Slick continued to work the nuts. College Stud didn’t realize that one could experience so much pain and still remain conscious. Even Ray, in an uncomfortable position of his own, felt sorry for the young stud, but was grateful that the sadistic foursome was leaving him alone for the moment.

Hercules leaned over the trapped stud’s head and said “Listen up College Stud. We are having a hell of a lot of fun and can do this for hours. Not sure that a pussy like you could stand up to it all though. So if you do as you’re told, we’ll cut it short. How ‘bout it??”

College Stud nodded his head and mumbled “Yes, yes anything, just please stop,” between his screaming. With a nod from Hercules, the claws were released and the hurting stud dropped back to the floor. Again he tried to move his arms, to hold his tortured nuts, but they still were not functioning well and he was unable to get his arms down. Hercules and the other 3 pro wrestling studs, quickly put College Stud in position for the next phase. He was placed sitting on the bench in front of the locker next to Ray who was just “hanging out” (and hoping that these sadistic bastards were going to get their fill with the college boy). College Stud was placed such that his nuts were hanging down in front of the bench. Stocky sat on the floor in front of College Stud’s spread legs and grabbed the nuts and re-applied the nut claw, but only lightly. Slim sat on the side of the left leg and grabbed the left thigh in a claw while Samson sat on the right and grabbed the right thigh. At a signal from Hercules, all three tightened the claws down hard. College Stud screamed. At the next signal from Hercules, the three relaxed the pressure but maintained the claws. While this had been going on, Hercules had set up a camcorder facing the College Stud.

“Okay, Stud, I’m going to do an interview with you. If I get answers I like, well and good. If I don’t well then,” he then pointed his finger like a gun and pulled the trigger, whereby the three squeezed down on the claws.

“Okay, yeah, yeah, I’ll give good answers,” screamed and then whimpered the beaten Stud. The pressure was relieved.

“Now Stud – no don’t like that name. I’ll call you pussy, is that okay?”

College Stud started to say know when he realized the correct answer and replied “Okay.”

Hercules started the camera and then the interview. “Now why don’t you introduce yourself to the camera.”

“My name is Mike,” which was interrupted by a scream as the claws were applied causing the Stud to change his answer to “My name is pussy boy,” with relief of the pressure.

“So do you belong to a frat and if so which one.”

“Yeah, I belong to the Sigma epsilon Chi frat, THE MACHO frat,” he replied.

“So is Sigma Epsilon Chi really the Macho frat, or is it the faggot frat,” smirked Hercules.

“It is the MACHO, aaaaahhhhhh, no, no, aaaah, okay, okay it is the Faggot frat,” was Stud’s answer with ‘encouragement’ from the claws.

“Good now let’s get down to the nitty gritty.” For over the next hour, College Stud was forced to answer questions in which he demeaned himself and every member of his frat pointing out who was the biggest pussy, the biggest ass, who had the smallest cock, who liked to take it up the ass, and who gave the best blow jobs. Never mind that none of it was true, anything to stop the claws, especially that damned nut cracker. After the interview was completed, Hercules ran a couple of copies of the tape.

While the tapes were being reproduced, College Stud was again subjected to a series of claws to the pecs, biceps, abdomen and nuts. Finally the four wrestlers were ready to end their fun. Ray was released from bondage but told to stay put. He wasn’t about to argue (not that he was able to do much anyway.) College Stud was placed on the floor. Hercules applied his abdominal claw, locking the fingers in tight. Slim applied one pec claw using both hands, Samson applied the second pec claw using both hands and Stocky lifted College Boys head up so he could see the action. At a signal from Hercules, they all lifted the Stud off the floor – again he was hanging from his pecs and abdominals. Ray was ordered to walk between the spread legs, grab a ball in each hand and “claw the ever loving shit out of it or you will regret it.” Ray didn’t need much more incentive and clamped down hard, pulling and stretching. The screams from College Stud were loud and echoing, but only for a few minutes before he passed out. He was then dropped to the floor. While Ray was trussed up for the next part of the night, Slim and Samson preceding to further work on the unconscious Stud’s biceps making sure the arms were useless.

When everything was ready, Ray was lead out naked, with his hands cuffed behind his back, a collar and a leash on his neck. The boys were going to have a little more fun with him later tonight before releasing him. He wouldn’t be a very cocky wrestler anymore, but the boys were going to make sure that he did continue to wrestle – as a jobber. He was going to be their STATEMENT on entering the new league. College Stud was taken out naked and over Hercules shoulder. They drove in the van to the frat house, where College Stud was dropped on the front lawn, naked with Ray’s trunks and jock pulled over his head. A couple of video tapes were also thrown beside him. Hercules blared the horn until he saw some of the frat boys coming out and then took off. His fellow brothers took College Stud into the house and began ministering to his needs and his wound. College Stud just wanted to get out, but was in too much pain and hurt. Once the video tape started, however, he was going to learn what pain and hurt were really like. DAMN, why did he go to the wrestling matches tonight??