Battle Royal Massacre

[By popular demand, okay one request, here is one of my favorite original stories.]

Battle Royal Massacre

By

The Mangler

 His magnificently muscled body was splayed out for all to see.  All his muscles were strained and on display.  Of course, this was not exactly what he wanted but at the moment Ray had no choice.  He was in the middle of the wrestling ring.  Both of his arms were stretched above his head, held at extension by the young tough who had his feet planted on Ray's shoulder and was pulling upward on Ray's wrists.  Each of his legs were held by another young tough and spread wide.  His purple trunk clad crotch was widely exposed.  The package presented was very large and inviting and was the target for the final young tough guy.  Ray had ended up in this position as a result of the final wrestling match of the evening a 20-man, $10,000 battle royal.  Unknown to him, his final four opponents had worked as a coordinated group during the event to eliminate the other wrestlers while "protecting" him from being eliminated.  The other four wrestlers were going to use him to send a message--a brutal message.



 Ray was a ring "veteran" having dropped out of college at age 20 to show those "pussy ass guys" how to really wrestle and had been successful in his 3 years in the league.  He was quickly climbing the ranks.  He stood 6' tall and weighed 230 pounds.  He had a classic V-shaped figure with massive chest sitting on top of a 34" waist.  All his muscles were well defined and worked on individually to achieve their impressive mass.

  His four opponents were actually two tag teams who had joined the league only recently and were out to get noticed and noticed big.  They were all light heavyweights but wanted to show they could play with the big boys.  Hercules stood 5'11" tall, weighed 190# had shoulder length black hair and a face that was ruggedly handsome.  He was only 19 but had lived on the streets for years and could take care of himself.  He was the leader of the group.  His partner was Samson who stood 6' and weighed in at 200#.  While he was larger than Hercules, he was not as well defined and needed direction from other people.  Slim stood 6' weighed 180.  He had the "swimmer's" build and didn't look too imposing initially, however he was a master of wrestling holds, both legal and illegal and loved to torture his opponents.  He was 22.  Stocky was 5'10", weighed 190 and had a stocky look to him.  He worked on his arms to develop massive biceps and upper body strength and worked well with Slim who helped set up devastating holds from him.  All four of the wrestlers were friends and had the same philosophy--winning was everything.  Any hold, any maneuver, any weapon was fair game as long as you won.

 With a loud yell of savage triumph, Stocky dropped straight down driving his fist into the trapped and exposed nuts of the muscled hunk.  A squeal of agony burst from Ray's lips at the same time a roar of approval erupted from the crowd.  Every muscle in Ray's body tensed as the bomb exploded in his crotch.  For a moment there was a doubt if the 3 punks could maintain their hold's but manage they did.  With much fanfare, Stocky traded places with Samson at one of the legs.  Samson stood and looked down at the inviting target, leered an evil grin and jumped into the air, delivering a leg smash into the exposed crotch.  Again, a roar of approval from the crowd as the scream of anguish escaped from Ray's lips.  Again, he tried to curl up without success.

 Samson then traded places with Slim who was holding the other leg.  With a slow, methodically deliberateness he walked between Ray's outstretched legs rubbing his hands together with an almost childlike gleefulness.  Ray's pleadings were ignored as he lifted his right leg and delivered a devastating series of 4 stomps into the trapped cock and balls.  The initial scream of pain was cut short as the last stomp drove the remaining air from Ray's lung.  Ray almost lost consciousness, but was not to be so lucky.  Finally, Slim replaced Hercules holding the hands.  Hercules walked between Ray's leg's, placed his hands on the spread thighs and did a handstand holding himself in the air before dropping down, driving both knees into the now tender nuts of Ray.  This final insult was the most intense and Ray felt as if his nuts had been crushed.  The violent jerking of his muscles overcame the 3 young punks hold and Ray finally tore himself free, only to curl into a fetal position with his hands holding his tenderized and probably demolished balls.

 The 4 young punks smiled, gave each other high five's and egged on the crowd before gathering in a small crowd to decide on their next moves.  After conferring for several moments, Hercules with great fanfare stripped off his tight yellow and blue striped lycra shorts revealing his well packed jock underneath.  The crowd was absolutely pleased the by the sight.  While this was happening, Slim, Samson and Stocky were busy relieving Ray of his purple trunks again revealing a very well packed jockstrap.  Ray was unable to mount much of a struggle.  Next the crowd watched in confusion as the 4 toughs preceded to force Hercules's lycra shorts onto Ray.  The trunks had to be at least four sizes too small but with much effort, including lifting Ray upright, grasping the trunks and pulling they were successful.  Ray's crotch was now obscenely outlined in the new trunks.  But from the punk’s view there was another factor.  Ray's balls were now held in a vice like grip.  As his tortured nuts tried to swell, they would be squeezed tighter and tighter.  As time wore on, the pressure would tighten on Ray's balls.  His balls had been effectively placed in an increasing pressure vice.

 Ray's trunks were tossed into the crowd where a fierce battle raged over them.  The eventual winner was a muscular jock frat member from the local college.  From the ring Hercules noted who the winner was and made a mental note to find out more - after all he loved crushing jocks from the college.  Clad now only in his jockstrap, Hercules and his compatriots turned toward their victim and their continuing match.

 Ray was picked up and double body slammed by Slim and Samson.  They repeated the maneuver a second time.  Following the third body slam, Stocky dropped down sitting on Ray's muscular thighs.  Slim and Samson each took an arm and spread it out to the side.  They each placed one hand on the shoulder and one at the elbow of their respective arm.  They began a series of knee drops into the baseball biceps of their opponent.  They continued for a total of 20 knee drops.   On every 4th or 5th drop, Stocky would deliver a short jab into the lower abdomen of ray, reinforcing the pain radiating from his scrotum.

 Meanwhile, Hercules was playing to the crowd, showing mock concern for Ray, horror and delight at the various moves as well as posing and showboating his body to the crowd.  He paid particular attention to the side of the ring where College Jock (as he referred to him mentally) had won the fight for Ray's trunks.  Definite plans were forming in Hercules mind for College Jock - plans he probably would not like.

 After the 20th knee drop, Ray's biceps were reddened and beginning to soften up.  He was pulled to his feet where Slim and Samson placed each of his arm behind his back in an arm bar and began pushing the arms as high up the back as possible.  Ray was forced onto tip toes.  Hercules and Stocky each picked an arm and began delivering machine gun like punches into the trapped biceps and shoulders.

 Following this, Hercules and Stocky prepared Ray for a double shoulder breaker.  Hercules raised Ray with a crotch grab, and placed him upside down.  Stocky dropped to one knee and extended his other knee.  After parading Ray's body around the ring, Hercules trapped both of Ray's hands at his back, and then dropped Ray's shoulders onto his and Stocky outstretched knee driving the shoulder's into Ray's body.  Ray's body was then dropped to the mat.  Slim picked Ray up, drove his left arm into a hammerlock and then charged Ray across the ring into the ring post with his left shoulder.  Samson then proceeded with the same maneuver to the right shoulder. Hercules then did the left shoulder, Stocky the right shoulder.  Each of his opponent's then performed the same maneuver again.  At this point Ray was in so much pain he didn't know what hurt most.  More importantly, the biceps and shoulder work has rendered his arms useless, making him unable to defend himself.

 Hercules then directed Samson and Stocky to stand Ray up, hold each of his arms in an arm bar and then use their inner legs to force Ray's legs apart.  Ray was now standing with his chest and pecs pushed out and his crotch available.  Hercules began punching into Ray's left pec, while Slim began punching into the right.  The onslaught was beginning to weaken the magnificent pectorals, much to the crowds delight and approval.  Occasionally, either Hercules or Stocky would deliver a shot into the exposed crotch.  This forced Ray to attempt to lean forward, but the arm bars by Slim and Samson prevented this from happening.  After about 5 minutes of solid punching, Hercules took his right hand and placed a pec claw on Ray's left pecs, then reinforced it with his left hand.  Slim then placed a pec claw on Ray's right pec.  Samson and Stocky then released the arm bars and stood back.  Ray was now held up and in place by the vicious pec claws.  Stocky delivered an uppercut through Ray's outstretched legs, driving his swelling nuts into his pubic bone.  The wind was knocked from Ray's lungs as the pain exploded in his crotch.  Samson repeated the maneuver with similar devastating results.

 Hercules and Slim then released the pec claws and Rays fell face first to the canvas, breaking his nose in the process.  He was quickly turned on his back and Samson and Stocky began a series of kicks, stomps and knee drops to the downed wrestler's pecs.  Hercules began playing to the crowd again and scanning them.  He took particular notice of College Stud and the growing lump in his jeans.  He really seemed to be getting off on the action.  Hercules wondered if he would enjoy it so much if he were on the other end.  Smirking, he turned his attention back to the action.

 After briefly conferring with the other wrestlers, Hercules climbed onto the ring apron.  The other wrestlers lifted Ray to his feet and draped him over the top rope with his nipples across the rope.  On the outside Hercules grabbed Ray around his upper trunk, Slim, and Samson lifted Ray by his feet, and the 3 wrestlers then pulled Ray across the ring ropes from one corner post to another.  This was repeated several times and then Ray was thrown to the canvas where he rocked back and forth in pain, the ring rope burn clearly visible on his chest.

 The quartet next turned their attention to Ray's washboard abs. It began with a series of punches, uppercuts, and karate thrusts by each wrestler in turn until they felt their punches were losing affect, then the next wrestler took over.  To keep Ray upright, his arms were tied between the 1st and 2nd ring ropes.  After the punches, each of the wrestlers took position across the ring and lined up like a football player.  Hercules would scream "hut one, hut two, hike" and each of the opponents in turn would charge across the ring deliver a head butt into the exposed gut, with the last one being lower into the exposed crotch with the trapped and very tender nuts.  The small lycra trunks were doing their job very well and the vice closing in Ray's nuts was feeling tighter and tighter.  The last blow actually managed to jar Ray lose from the ropes and he fell onto the mat.  Several knee drops followed and then a double stomach claw with Slim and Stocky, while Hercules egged on the crowd.  The hands of the claw literally seemed to disappear into the tenderized belly as the abdominal muscles lost their ability to protect the gut.

 Sensing the time was near to end the torment, Hercules, standing in front, and Slim standing in back, grabbed the trunks Ray was wearing and ripped them from his body leaving his naked.  The sudden freedom of his balls dropping to the end of their sac brought a gagged screamed from Ray and he felt as though they had been ripped off.  While Slim and Samson held Ray up, Hercules grabbed the ball sac in his left hand and smashed and rolled the balls around before opening his hand.  Using the palm of his left hand as a "backstop" he made a fist with his right hand and delivered a smashing blow into the trapped nuts.  He was quickly replaced with Stocky who repeated the maneuver.  Hercules and Stocky then replaced Slim and Samson holding Ray up and freeing the two of them to repeat the maneuver.  As a grand finale, Stocky delivered a karate kick into the wide-open nuts.  Ray was then allowed to drop to the mat where he lay without moving.

 The four wrestlers met for a final meeting and then Samson "tossed" Stocky over the top rope eliminating him.  Hercules and Samson then tossed Slim over the rope.  Slim and Stocky quickly climbed up on the ring apron and Hercules and Samson delivered Ray over the rope to them.    Samson and Stocky held Ray via arm bars, and spread his legs apart.  Ray realized that one of the metal barriers had been pushed against the ring by the end and that his legs were straddling the device.  As he realized the next torment for him, Samson and Stocky jumped from the ring, pulling Ray with them and he crotched his vulnerable balls off the metal bar and against his pubic bone.  A horrendous scream escaped from his lips as he was allowed to fall to the floor.  Amazingly enough he managed not to pass out, although he probably wished he had.  At this point Samson was thrown from the ring, making Hercules the winner of the battle royal.  Hercules exited the ring quickly, and he and Stocky pulled Ray to his feet, draped his arms over their shoulders and began "helping" the naked, destroyed muscle man back to the dressing room.  As they walked up the aisle, they would stop to allow the fans to punch, fondle and abuse the broken bodybuilder.  As they came upon the college stud, he reached out, grabbed Ray by the nuts and began squeezing as hard as possible.  Slim and Samson had already headed toward the dressing room to make sure none of the officials or other wrestler's interfered.  After allowing the college stud to squeeze for several minutes, Hercules encouraged him to deliver a series of punches into the music.  Finally, he invited College Stud to the dressing room as well and he accepted.  Hercules and Stocky continued their march back to the dressing room with Ray.  Ray didn't know it but he really owed the College Stud a favor.  While Ray still had some humiliating and painful moments to come, most of the post-match action was going to be against the College Stud, because Hercules and his boys enjoyed destroying fresh meat, not playing with old helpless meat.