Max

[Back when I had my website at GeoCities, I managed to talk a few guys into writing stories for the site.  One of the first was Cocky Punk.  He wrote several stories for the site and I am going to publish the first three now.  I have 3-4 more his to publish as well.  I am trying to convince him to write another story, so I am sure he would appreciate some comments -- let him know what you like and what you don't.]

Max's Last Match

By

Cocky Punk

Max stood in the entranceway, behind the curtain, getting ready to make his way to the ring. At 40 years old, he was the oldest wrestler left in the promotion. In fact, over the past year, the new owner had cleared out everyone over 28 except Max, making way for younger talent. The fights had gotten rougher and more bizarre in the past year, but Max’s contract allowed him to avoid anything too wild. He had seen his friends raped and abused horribly before being sent packing out of the fed. He thought about retiring, but the money was good. He mainly decided to stay, though, just to piss off the new promoter, who Max despised.

The announcer began to speak, “The final match of the evening is a special no-holds barred, no-disqualification affair for the United Underground Federation Championship! First, please welcome to the ring, weighing in at 190 lbs, Max Muscle!”

Max jogged to the ring, thinking about his situation. Max had almost single-handedly built the promotion over the past 22 years, with his skill and good looks, bringing a steady box office. He had been Champ several times, once for a period of three years, a stretch unheard of in the underground ranks. When Max wanted to retire, the previous promoter had begged him to stay. Max used his clout to negotiate a lifetime contract that guaranteed him a spot on every card, control of his matches and also guaranteed him the largest paycheck of any wrestler in the federation. When the Champ got a raise, so did Max.

Max stood 6’ tall, weighed 190 lbs his manly body was covered in a light dusting of black fur. He had big pecs, a lean stomach and strong arm and leg muscles. Twenty years ago, Max had been a big man in the ring, thus his ring name, but now he was actually the only guy under 200lbs – the young fighters were getting bigger and bigger. Max wore his traditional outfit – jockstrap, red briefs, knee and elbow pads and red wrestling boots. Max’s briefs were tightly packed with large balls and a healthy-sized cock.

Max smiled his killer smile to the crowd. Max was still good looking, although years of fighting had made him more rugged than attractive. His hair was still jet black and curly; his face covered by a light stubble.

Despite his good looks, the crowds today booed him mercilessly. They saw him as a fading star – someone their dads might have watched. In the year 2000, the crowds were packed with men who liked to see other men worked over hard. They loved humiliation, but Max insisted on fighting strictly by the rules and never, ever, took advantage of his opponents. He pinned them then left the ring to a chorus of boos. The crowds also saw him as a jobber. Max had lost consistently over the last six months, becoming the jobber for all the up-and-comers. The refs had been paid to ensure he lost and while his every move was scrutinized, his opponents cheated like crazy. As the losses mounted, the crowds and the new young talent mocked Max for his fair play ways.

As Max jumped up and down in the ring, bouncing his sizable package and firm pecs, the announcer spoke again, “And in this corner, hailing from Orlando Florida, weighing in at 230lbs, here is your Champion, the Electric One himself, the Amazing Billy Zapp!”

The crowd roared and leapt to their feet awaiting the entrance of their Champ! They hated the old man of the ring, but were thrilled that their Champ was going to squash this loser. Given Billy’s history, they knew that the match would be humiliating and end up with the loser being totally destroyed, fucked in the ring and left crying like a baby.

Max watched the entranceway with the crowd. He was nervous – he had finally decided to give the promoter his way. Tonight, would be his last fight and he had waved the personal protections in his contract. Tonight, would be a no-holds barred match against the federation Champ. The belt had been changing almost every week until this guy came along. This guy had held the belt for 6 months, but Max was usually nursing his wounds and getting over his loss in the first match of the night by the time Zapp made his appearance.

The curtain parted and out came Billy Zapp. The Champ walked forward, through the screaming crowds, pausing to flex and pose like a star on the runway. He smiled arrogantly to the crowd. When he waved his arms, his massive lats fanned out. As flashbulbs popped, he pumped his arms and bounced his pecs. Zapp was 6’3” and 250 lbs of solid muscle. He was a huge bodybuilder type, but more solid. His chiseled physique was like a brick wall, he punished it every day to keep it that way. He wore only a tiny black g-string, with a yellow lightning bolt stretched across the massive pouch. He wore short wrestling boots, also black with yellow lightning bolts on it. His body was waxed smooth, his skin a deep tan. He had sprayed water onto his body and he glistened as he approached the ring. Zapp walked arrogantly into the ring and did a spin, letting everyone see his tight bubble butt, which he flexed for the throngs. Zapp knew he was incredibly handsome, with short blond hair and blue eyes. He looked like the Greek god Apollo. He always wore a huge smirk on his face.

Zapp left the ring without even acknowledging Max. He walked around, looking at the crowd. He had become famous for this and the best-built and best-looking men in the audience crowded the rail. Each of them were flexing and pumping, trying to get his attention. Zapp smiled confidently, watching the men beg for him to come to them, to choose them to be his bottom. He surveyed the crowds, examining several men. Finally, he stopped. He pointed at one, and was ready to select him, but then paused as he saw a shirt land at his feet. He shook his hand and moved in the direction the shirt had come from. He always liked to play with the crowd before settling on the stud he wanted.

Zapp found the shirtless guy – a hot Italian stud, just like the blond Zapp liked them. This guy was exactly what turned Zapp on and his massive cock began to grow at the sight. The big Italian stud grabbed hold of his jeans and pulled, removing them in one motion. He stood in a tight black Speedo with the word “slave” printed across the crotch. Zapp actually laughed, then called over security. The guards pulled out the stud to the ring area and brought him to the Champ. Zapp said, “I see you’ve been here before; you really went all out for my attention.”

The Italian stud puffed out his chest, “Yes, Sir, I am ready and willing to serve you.”

Zapp nodded and went back into the ring. The stud from the audience followed. Zapp asked the guy his name and he yelled in unison with the crowd, “SLAVE! MY NAME IS SLAVE, SIR!” It was the same everywhere Zapp went, so the regulars knew the routine.

The slave was 6’2” and 230 lbs. He was a professional bodybuilder and stunningly good looking. He wore only the speedo and black wrestling shoes. He was exactly what Zapp wanted for later, after he finished with the old-timer. Zapp waved over the slave and needed to do nothing else. Everyone knew the routine by now. Slave reached around behind Zapp and undid the big gold Championship belt from around his trim waist. Slave folded it and then bent down. Slave worshiped his Master’s muscle body, caressing him, finishing by licking the Champ’s boots.

The slave left the ring and the bell sounded. Zapp circled the ring, smirking at the old man. He spoke loud enough for the crowd to hear, “How do you want it old man? Do you want to go down fast or slow? This is your last match and you were a star once, so maybe I should take it easy on you?”

The crowd screamed, “NO! NO! NO!”

Zapp held up his arms and brought them down. The crowd immediately went silent. Zapp smiled arrogantly and said, “Sorry, old man, but the mob has spoken – I’m going to break you, piece by piece then split you in two.” Zapp grabbed his crotch and the crowd laughed wildly. Max for his part, stayed silent, not wanting to lose his focus, but he couldn’t help thinking that never in his whole career, even at the height of his popularity, had he ever had the crowd wrapped around his finger like this guy.

Zapp moved in and the two men locked up. Zapp’s huge hands held Max’s shoulders tight. Zapp threw the old man into the corner. “You’re pathetic! You should have retired long ago! Look at you, you’re nothing!” Zapp struck a double bicep pose that sent men into spasms!

Max stayed in the corner for a minute. He was amazed by Zapp’s strength. He had underestimated the giant. Word around the locker room was that Zapp was screwing the promoter and avoiding the big fights. In fact, he had dodged the number one contender, Jack Diamond, for 6 months.

Still, none of that mattered now – Zapp was here and he was a force. Max came out and the men locked up again. Zapp wrapped his huge bicep around Max’s head. He squeezed hard, causing Max to scream out. “Oh yeah, Boy, and this is only part of my strength! Max Muscle, my ass … I don’t see any muscles on you, you old bag of shit.”

Max struggled and forced Zapp back into the ropes. He managed to break the hold, sending Zapp across the ring. When Zapp came off, he went for powerful clothesline! Max ducked under Zapp’s arm, landing a shot into Zapp’s abs on the way. UGH! It was Max who cried out, his hand aching on Zapp’s solid steel abs. Zapp heard the grunt and was already bored with the old man. “Shit man, you hurting yourself now, little man? Are you that desperate to feel my meat, you want to hurry this along? Because if you want, drop those trunks and I’ll fuck a submission out of you right now!”

The crowd was howling and started to scream at Max, calling him a loser and much worse things. Zapp shook his head in disgust and decided to end this fast. He had agreed to this match to please the promoter and get this old man out of the ring once-and-for-all. Zapp knew his salary was held down by Max’s contract, which gave him an unfairly bigger share of the purse.

Zapp charged at Max, driving him into the corner. Zapp slammed all 250lbs of muscle on top of the former star. Max’s tight, hard body was squashed against the turnbuckles, his own strong arms flailing to the side. Zapp backed off, spun around and struck another pose for the crowd! He turned back to Max to start pummeling him, but Max was ready. Max had his fist ready and launched a powerful left towards Zapp’s pouch! Max hit the low blow right into Zapp’s huge package. A shocked Zapp let out a cry and crumpled down to his knees. The crowd gasped – Max Muscle had just played dirty! They were shocked, but also excited. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a squash job after all!

Max knew the crotch shot wouldn’t give him much of an advantage, others had tried it on the Champ. Zapp’s balls and cock were as tough as he was. Already Zapp was rising with hate in his eyes. “Oh, now you’re gonna pay, loser. I’m gonna break you so bad!”

Max ignored Zapp, ran over and started pounding on the fallen Champ. He slammed his forearms onto the stud’s back. The double axe-handle drove Zapp back to the mat. Now that advantage was his for a moment, Max shocked the crowd again. He waved Slave into the ring. Slave leapt up and entered the ring. Zapp was back up to his knees. Max charged again, but Zapp launched forward, sending Max back with a shot to the gut. Max fell back and Zapp looked confident, standing again. Zapp’s face was bright red as he screamed, every vein popping out on his body. “You dirty bastard, you picked the wrong guy to fuck with. Start screaming, because I’m going to … ARGH!”

Zapp screamed out as two size-15 feet pounded into the back of his head! While Zapp focused on Max, Slave had climbed to the top rope and came down with a perfect drop kick to the back of the Champ’s neck. Zapp flew forward into Max’s waiting arms. Max wrapped his powerful arms around the dazed Champ and executed an incredible body slam, lifting the Champ up and slamming him down HARD onto the mat!

Slave and Max immediately joined forces and the two men started driving their boots into the Champ’s huge pecs! Zapp’s muscle wall was impressive, but no match for the kind of assault it was receiving. He was still reeling from the sneak attack by his slave and the impressive body slam by Max!

The two musclemen worked over the musclestud Champ – boot after boot pounded into his pecs – Max on the right and Slave on the left. Both men wore steel soled boots, another dirty trick that Max had prepared. After 22 years of fair play, he knew no one even bothered to check his equipment any more. No one ever thought he would do this!

Zapp tried to rise, but the metal boots kept sending him back onto the mat! Slave’s massive quads and calves were tensed and throbbing as he kept working on the Champ’s hard right pec! Max had almost completely destroyed the left one, years of ring experience had taught him where to aim.

The Champ was still fighting and tried to rise, only to be smashed down again – this Slave was really powerful and like Max, he knew how to inflict damage! The ref struggled to force the Italian muscleman out of the ring, even threatening Max, but Max yelled, “Save your crap, it’s a no disqualification! You can’t protect this loser anymore!” The ref backed off, knowing the promoter was going to fire him for this, but what could he do? A contract was a contract. The ref went back into the corner and sat on the ropes, his hard-on swelling in his black pants, letting Max and Slave take apart the Champ.

Within minutes, the two men had taken complete control to the point that Zapp didn’t even try to move. Max stopped kicking the Champ and held up his hand in a claw signal. The crowd roared, “CLAW! CLAW! CLAW!”

Max bent down and clamped his large hand over the Champ’s flabby pec. Slave did the same on the right one. Max counted, “One, two, three,” and the two men pulled up in unison. Zapp screamed and brought his hands to their wrists, trying to break the hold! He could not and was dragged to his feet by nothing more than the two men’s fingers!

They led Zapp around the ring, then threw him HARD into the corner! Max took the Champ’s legs and hung them over the ropes, then draped his arms over the top ropes. Zapp’s head hung forward. Max then reapplied the claw, crushing whatever was left of the Champ’s muscles. Zapp screamed and screamed, in desperate pain and confused by what was happening! Max kept the Champ in sheer agony for minutes before releasing the claw! Max then slapped Zapp’s pecs and watched them swing like an old lady’s tits.

Zapp let out a moan and lifted his head. Max smiled a cruel smile and bitchslapped the Champ with such strength and speed that it was nothing but a blur! Zapp’s head snapped back. Max called Slave back over. The two men stood on either side of Zapp and started pounding huge fists into Zapp’s massive biceps, which were hanging over the top rope. BAM! BAM! SLAM! At first, their fists just bounced off, but then the muscles started to sag as the flesh weakened. Within minutes, the Champ’s unbreakable arms were softening! Max lifted one arm and slapped the bicep, watching it flop around. He dug his knuckles into the muscle and Zapp cried out, “ARGH! NO! NO! NO!”

Satisfied, Max locked on a pec claw and stepped back. Zapp was dragged forward off the ropes, screaming in agony as the muscle and flesh were torn forward. Zapp was thrown to the mat and writhed on the canvas.

While Max was dragging Zapp to the center of the mat, Slave jumped onto the ropes and got ready. The second Zapp landed, Slave leapt high and plunged his knee squarely into Zapp’s abs! Max followed it up with a series of knee drops. The pecs were ruined and the biceps were mush, but Max wouldn’t be satisfied until this punk was completely destroyed. Months of anger about the cheating, the jobbing, and his friends being humiliated gave Max added strength! He struck in fury. Slave even backed off amazed at the ferocity of Max’s assault!

Max pounded knee after knee, hitting every one of Zapp’s impressive 6-pack and driving the Champ into the mat. Zapp tried to lift his arms, but they were useless. The abs were tough, barely giving, so Max left the ring and came back in with a metal chair. Slave seized Zapp’s arms and put his feet on the Champ’s shoulders. Slave stretched back, practically pulling Zapp’s arms out of his shoulders! Max started delivering shots with the metal chair at will. Zapp cried out, but Max just hit him harder. He pounded on Zapp’s rock-hard abs and watched as they broke down. The chair hit again and again, unforgiving metal slamming against flesh! In desperation, Zapp tried to lift his legs to protect himself, but his abs no longer had the strength to do that!

Max ran over to the side of the ring and called out to a guy in the front row, “You! Throw me your belt!” The guy in the audience stripped off his leather-studded belt and gladly tossed it in to Max. Max circled the helpless Champ and started whipping his abs with the belt. Red welts and gashes appeared. The punishment he had already taken made Zapp’s abs really tender. Max wrapped the belt around his fist and drove his fist into the muscles, grinding his fist into the broken muscles! Zapp was practically crying in agony!

Now that the abs were done, Max threw the belt back to the guy. Max picked the chair back up and made sure to hammer with the chair every big muscle on the soon-to-be-former Champ: pecs, biceps and abs were trashed again, but Max started whacking the thighs and forearms. Zapp was flipped and Max continued on the back and calves – everything was beaten. When Max reached down and pulled the Champ to his knees, Zapp’s once-mighty muscles wiggled like jell-o!

With Zapp kneeling helplessly before him, Max bitchslapped him again. Zapp woke up and started moaning, “please man, please, no more, I sub- “Max covered Zapp’s mouth with his hand. He didn’t want this little punk giving up yet. Slave took over and covered Zapp’s mouth. Max reached into Zapp’s trunks and with one swift yank, he pulled them right off the Champ. The crowd was on their feet. The Champ had never been stripped and, in 22 years, never had Max stripped anyone. Max tied a knot in the trunks and shoved them into Zapp’s mouth, gagging him. “No quitting for you, punk. I’m going to pin you, you stupid fuck, but first, well first I’m going to give you a taste of your own medicine.”

The crowd heard this and screamed with delight! All sense of order was gone. The ref didn’t even try to acknowledge Zapp’s submission. He was going to tell Max the gag was unnecessary, but liked the sight of the Champ kneeling, gagged by his own trunks. The ref looked out into the crowd and saw many men jerking off. He shrugged his shoulders, unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and started working himself hard.

Everyone continued to salivate as Slave lifted the Champ up, holding him in a full nelson. The crowd was going wild as the naked broken body of the Champ was displayed for their hungry eyes and cameras.

While Slave held the helpless Champ up, Max spent the next five minutes assaulting his bare balls! Max drove fist after fist into the Champ’s big balls, crushing them. The Champ was begging for mercy, but the gag muffled the sound. Max ignored everyone. He had a plan and would carry it out. Fist after fist was driven into the Champ’s balls until they were mush, useless. Zapp was bawling for mercy, for help, for anything to end this match. He knew he would never wrestle again, but if Max continued, he would never even be a man again! Max said, “Let him down. I can’t stand to hear him mumbling and crying anymore.”

The crowd who could hear this laughed riotously. They started to call out, begging Max to continue. This was not at all what they had expected, so they were exhilarated.

Sensing the crowd’s interest, Slave whispered in Max’s ear. Max nodded and Slave picked Zapp up again and held him upside down in a reverse bearhug. He paraded Zapp’s limp, sagging carcass around the ring, showing it off for the crowd. The crowd was loving seeing their Champ helpless, totally under the control, like a piece of meat. This was total destruction at its best!

Max kissed his fist, then continued landing shot after shot into the Champ! Max pounded Zapp’s hanging body again, not for any reason other than to make sure the Champ never fought again. Every so often, he took a moment to smash Zapp’s ruined balls with his fists. The crowd started chanting, “MAX, MAX, MAX!”

Max moved off and Slave finally stopped in the middle of the ring. He repositioned Zapp and then leapt into the air, piledriving Zapp’s head into the mat. BOOM! Zapp’s body shook with convulsions and he looked almost dead. Only the rising and falling of his massive chest indicated any life.

Max paraded around the fallen Champ, while Slave spread the Champ out on the mat. Max moved his feet over the Champ, straddling him. Whenever Zapp finished with his opponent, he always had his slave enter the ring. Having stripped his opponent, Zapp stood over him while his slave caressed his muscled body and got the honor of pulling down his tight g-string. This was how Zapp humiliated his opponents.

Now, Max was going to do the exact same thing to Zapp. He waved Slave over and Slave rubbed his real Master’s hairy muscular body. The sexy Italian Slave placed his thumbs in the waistband of the red briefs. He started pulling them down, exposing for the crowd his Master’s thick cock. It hung down; 5-inches flaccid. Slave then seized the cock and started rubbing it, hardening his Master’s cock to its full thick 8-inches.

Flashbulbs went off like crazy. Zapp writhed on the ground, having been destroyed by this tag-team of destruction. Zapp opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling and then at the man over him. From this angle, Max looked huge and Zapp fought to escape, but he couldn’t lift a muscle. Max spread his arms, letting the slobs in the audience take in his body. He was King of the World. He couldn’t wait to take care of the Champ under him.

Max grabbed the mic and started speaking while Slave caressed his body. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE ALL YOU CHEERING ABOUT? HE’S YOUR CHAMP, NOT ME!”

The crowd started chanting again, “MAX, MAX, MAX!”

Max smiled, “YOU CAN ALL CALL ME MASTER MAX FROM NOW ON! I OWN THIS LOSER! I WANT YOU ALL TO THANK MY BUDDY FRANK HERE FOR BEING THE BEST DAMN SLAVE ZAPP EVER PICKED!”

Slave raised his arms and the crowd went wild. It had all been a trick! Max had watched Zapp, knew the kind of man he wanted and had hired the perfect stud to trick Zapp. Max had been worried when Zapp was going to pick another guy, but then Frank had saved the day with his striptease.

Max’s cock was its full thick 8-inches. Max smiled and got down over the Champ. He lifted Zapp’s legs and passed them over to Frank, who bent them right back, folding the Champ in half. Max spread Zapp’s perfect ass and stuck his cock at the Champ’s asshole. Max forced his way in, hard, causing the Champ to wake up and scream in agony again! Zapp had fucked many men in his short career, but never been on the receiving end. Max continued to roughly fuck Zapp’s virgin ass in the middle of the ring while the Champ begged for mercy through his g-string gag.

The other wrestlers had come out to watch when they heard Zapp was losing. They started to circle the ring, watching the proceedings. They were amazed at what Max was doing. Some were laughing at Zapp, having been on the losing end to his humiliation, they liked what they saw.

“Stop this … stop this now!” The promoter screamed at the ref, but the ref was still just masturbating on the ropes, powerless to do anything, after all, this was all legal. The promoter leapt onto the ring apron, desperate for someone to save Zapp. He screamed for help, but none came. The other wrestlers just kept watching. All were rock-hard at the sight and several were jerking off, right beside the ring.

Jack Diamond, the number one contender for the belt, yelled out, “What’s the big deal? So, you just get another stud to take his place? He can’t be that great in your bed.”

The promoter was beside himself, “He’s not my lover, he’s my son, you bastards! Now get in there and save him or you’re all fired!”

At this, the wrestlers freaked! No wonder Zapp had gotten so many matches so fast and no wonder the refs always favored him. Diamond then knew why he hadn’t had a title shot in 6 months, but lesser talent had. Diamond grabbed the promoter and carried him to the back while he begged for mercy, denying any wrongdoing.

The wrestlers started yelling at Max to pin Zapp. Max and Slave released Zapp and Max walked over to pin him. Flashbulbs continued to go off – the crowd was in a frenzy. Men were jacking off, some were fucking, all were rock hard watching this spectacle. Max dragged the Champ to the middle of the ring and pinned him by straddling Zapp’s face. Max pulled out the gag and forced his cock into Zapp’s mouth. The ref counted to three, but Max stayed over the crushed stud. He waited – straddling Zapp, cock in his mouth and striking a double bicep pose – for the crowd to be done with their pictures. The men in the audience appreciated his consideration and were chanting his name again. Max started to stand and the truth hit him. One, two, three and the “old man” had won the belt. He had done it.

Max stood and Slave knelt behind him with the belt, fastening it around his waist. The other wrestlers charged the ring and hoisted him on their shoulders! While they paraded the new Champ around, other wrestlers picked up Zapp and took turns fucking his ass and mouth. Zapp was helpless, being brutally fucked at both ends by these massive bodybuilders. He moaned in pain, but otherwise just hung limp, tears streaming down his face. Max wandered over to one of the young studs fucking Zapp. This kid was rotten – cruel and sadistic.

Max said to him, “Hey, in my contract there’s a clause that I get ownership of this punk because I beat him. He never thought it’d happen, so he just signed. I have no use for this loser, but you want it?” The young stud smiled and said ‘yes’ quickly. Max slapped him on the back and said, “Congrats then, you are the proud owner of one used piece of crap.”

On his way out of the ring, Max grabbed his jock and briefs and walked naked down the aisle, leaving the pandemonium in the ring. As Max was about to march out of the ring area when Diamond emerged from the back. “I think you want to visit my locker room, someone’s waiting for you there.”

Max smiled and patted Diamond on the shoulder. “I think this is yours.” Max handed the belt to Diamond.

Diamond shook his head, “Nah, man, you won it.”

Max said, “Yeah, thanks, but this is my last match, I’m officially retired. Look, you’ve been screwed out of your shot for 6 months, so take it, no one deserves it more than you.”

Diamond handed the belt back, “Tell you what, tomorrow, meet me at O’Tooles Gym. You and me, in the back, a private match. Winner gets the belt.”

“What kind of match? You plan on fuckin’ with this old-timer after he’s retired?”

Diamond smirked, “Not unless you want me to old man.” Max’s cock swelled up again and pointed right at Diamond. Diamond smiled, “If that’s how you feel, I think we can arrange something.” Diamond reached down and rubbed the hard-on in his own trunks and now it was Max’s turn to smile. He would love an honest match with this young stud, their bodies pounding for control and the loser submitting to the winner’s every desire. They made the arrangements and Max went to Diamond’s dressing room, curious about who might be there for him. When Max walked in, he saw the promoter, stripped, blindfolded and tied up to the bench. The promoter heard the door open and, in between heaving sobs, begged for whoever was there to let him go. Max smiled. He owed Diamond huge for this and tomorrow he would pay up with the hottest, sexiest match he had ever lost.