Tony's Destiny

[Crusher was the first author to right stories for me.  This is part 4/4]

Tony’s Destiny

by Crusher

Tony was finally beginning to wake up. His eyes opened and he tried to focus on his surroundings. He had no idea where he was. Nothing looked familiar to him. When he tried to move, he realized that he had been restrained. He was on a bed with his arms and legs stretched out and tied to the bed-frame. Once again, panic set in when Tony realized his situation. He was laying naked on a strange bed tied up in a spread-eagled position. He struggled to try to free himself but it was no use. His capture had him bound very securely.


Then the door opened and in came a familiar face. “Oh God! Not you!” Tony cried out.

The man just laughed. It was Nasty Nick. When Nick had carried Tony out of the tent after his match at the beach the day before, he threw Tony into the back of his van and brought him to his house. Nick’s house was out in the country and there were no neighbors around for miles.

Tony pleaded, “Please Nick, haven’t you done enough to me already? Please . . . just let me go. I can’t take it anymore.”

Once more Nick laughed. “Listen you fuckin muscle-wimp, I am not going to let up on you until I have completely broken you. Are you prepared to be MY BOY? Will you consent to being my personal valet and slave -- even in public?”

Tony cried out emphatically, “NO!! NEVER!! You have humiliated me beyond belief already. I won’t show everybody that I have given in to you.”

Nick’s reply was, “Well Tony, I guess that I will just have to see if I can convince you to change your mind. You know how brutal I can be, and if you continue to resist, you are just gonna piss me off even more. Think about it man. Is that what you want?”

“FUCK YOU!! You no-good stinking bastard! I will NEVER be Your Boy - in public or otherwise.”

Nick grinned and said, “We will just see about that.”

Nick picked up a pair of skimpy trunks and held them up for Tony to see. They were bright yellow with black lettering on across the seat that said Nick’s Boy. “From now on, whenever you are at the gym or any place else when you get into the ring you will wear these so that everyone will be able to see that you are my personal property.”

Tony sniped, “Ain’t no fuckin way man. I refuse to do it.”

Nick said, “You say that now Boy, but when am finished with you, you will beg me to let you wear these trunks.”

Tony took a deep breath and spoke through his clenched teeth, “After everything that you have put me through over the last few months, I have endured. You have beaten and humiliated me but I have not given in to you. Why don’t you just give up and leave me alone?”

Nick replied, “I will not give up until I have what I want. And what I want it YOU.”

“Now, let’s get started”. Nick said as he picked up a 12 cock-whip. “You remember this Muscle-Wimp? As I recall, you seemed to enjoy it when we used this on you in your last match. Nick went to work on Tony’s massive cock with the whip. Tony cried out with each lash that Nick gave him. It was painful, but the stinging sensation caused by the whip cracking against his big cock-shaft was a turn-on for Tony, even if it was Nick who was wielding the whip. Tony could not control himself. No matter how hard he tried to resist his urges, his cock swelled up to mammoth proportions. In no time he was hard as a rock and his dick was pointing straight up toward the ceiling.

Nick smiled and goaded Tony. “Yea, see that? Tuff-Tony likes having his dick whipped. Shit man, even if I were to untie you right now you couldn’t do anything to stop me. That’s right fucker, you are Tuff-Tony with the weak cock.” Nick continued to work Tony’s cock over whipping it so hard that he had managed to lacerate it. As painful as it was, being whipped like this had Tony on the edge already but Nick was not ready to let Tony have his release yet. It was much too soon. Nick began to use the whip on Tony’s big balls. This caused a whole different kind of pain for Tony. This was not the kind of pain that he enjoyed.

“Ooooh, pleeeeze . . . stop. Not my balls!! NOOOOOooooo!! . . . AAaaaarrrggghh! Please don’t whip my balls! I can’t stand it!” Tony begged.

Nick asked, “Are you ready to be My Boy? What do ya say Cock-sucker?” Tony still resisted. Nick grabbed him by the balls and squeezed while at the same time he was pulling his balls, stretching his nutsack until Tony felt like they were being ripped from his groin. Again, he pleaded for Nick to stop. Nick maintained his grip for a few more minutes before letting go.

“I know what will make you change your mind.” Nick reached over to the nightstand and picked up his favorite little toy. He showed it to Tony and asked, “Do you remember this?” A look of sheer terror showed in Tony’s face. Nick was holding that stun-gun that he had used on Tony a few months ago.

“NO Please . . . NOT THAT!! Please Nick not that!” Tony begged.

Nick said, “Oh don’t worry, I have it on the lowest setting. At least to start out.” Tony struggled but the ropes were holding him tightly and he could not get free. Nick zapped Tony’s balls with the stun-gun. When he did, Tony’s body arched upward as he cried out. Nick zapped those big balls three more times and each time; Tony’s body arched and then began violently to twitch and jerk. Tony tried to speak. He managed to get the words out but there was a quiver in his voice.

“Please stop. No more man, please.”

Nick just sneered at him and said, “I will stop when you tell me what I want to hear”. He jolted Tony’s balls twice more while he listened to him scream in agony at the top of his lungs. A second later as Tony lay there, twitching and jerking, his cock began pumping hot white gism. Shot after shot of man-juice flying everywhere. Nick yelled at him, “Now look at the mess you’ve made!” Tony was completely exhausted. He was racked with pain and his chest was heaving as he was trying to catch his breath.

Nick said “Take this you fuckin faggot!” Nick zapped him three more times and to his amazement, Tony began to shoot again! He pumped out another load. “DAMN!! Where you gettin all that juice from boy? I have never seen a man shoot that much cum in my life!” Tony’s balls ached like never before. Nick said “let’s see if you can do it again”. He forced Tony to cum once more. “You ready to submit BOY?” Tony just shook his head indicating that he would not give in.

Nick was totally frustrated. After everything that he had subjected Tony to over the last few months and he STILL would not capitulate. He thought to himself, ‘what else could he do to break this son-of -a-bitch?’

He thought about it for a while and finally came up with a great idea. “Okay Asshole, I will make you a deal. Sam told me about a team of Russian Wrestlers that are in town bragging that they are superior to American Wrestlers. He says that they have been making challenges to our guys but nobody wants to go up against them. I f you will get in the ring with their best guy, AND if you beat him, I will leave you alone and not bother any more. BUT, if you lose to the Russian, you must agree to be my personal valet/slave forever. What do ya say?”

Tony was silent. He was pondering the possibilities. This could be his chance to escape from Nick’s clutches for good. Nick was impatient. Tony was not responding quick enough to satisfy him so he punched Tony in the balls and demanded, “What’s you answer Tuff Guy?” Tony groaned as the pain shot through him.

After a moment, he caught his breath and said, Okay, I accept your deal. Now please let me go.

“Alright! I will let you go but not yet. I have to make all the arrangements first.” Nick walked out of the room leaving Tony tied up spread-eagled on the bed.

An hour and a half later Nick returned. He told Tony that everything was set. He made a phone call to Sam (the EAWF Promoter). He and Nick had worked out all of the details after Sam had in turn, contacted the Russians. Before he had come back into the room, Nick had taken the time to draw up a little agreement between he and Tony outlining all of the stipulations. He released Tony’s right arm and said that he would finish untying him after he signed the paper. Tony signed and was released. Tony asked when the match would take place.

Nick said, “We have got about thirty minutes to get down to the gym. The Russian team is already on their way.”



Tony shrieked, “NOW? Right after all this fuckin shit that you just put me through? I’m worn out! I’m not in any kind of shape to wrestle this guy today!”

Nick said, “You will just have to find some way to cope with it. The deal has been set and you have signed the papers”.

Nick tossed those yellow trunks to Tony and said, “Here, you can wear these for the match.”

Tony replied, “No way! I ain’t your fuckin BOY yet! I won’t ever have to wear those things because I am gonna beat this guy”.

Nick said, “Okay man, suit yourself. I can wait. You will be wearing them soon enough. After that Russian guy beats you into the mats, I will make you put these trunks on before you leave the ring.”

Tony snapped back at him, “That is IF I lose. But if I win, you are history.”

Nick just snickered.

“Where are my clothes?” Tony asked.

Nick explained, “Oh, well you see, when I carried you away from the beach the other day you weren’t wearing any. So, I am afraid that you have nothing to wear. But I’ll tell you what, . . . Here, I will let you borrow a pair of my jockey briefs. They are probably a size or two too small for ya, but it is better than nothing.”

Tony was disgusted but he accepted them and struggled to stuff his oversized equipment into Nick’s underpants. He looked totally ridiculous. The bright white cotton briefs really stood out against Tony’s deeply tanned flesh and the black hair that covered his chest and legs made the contrast even more vivid.

Nick said, “Come on boy, let’s roll. We haven’t much time!”

Tony replied, “I can’t go out like this. At least give me a pair of pants to put on!”

Nick grinned and said, “Sorry man, but my pants would never fit you. Those jockey shorts are the only thing that I have that will stretch enough to fit you. You’ll just have to make do. Ha . . .Ha . . .Ha!” Tony just hung his head in shame as he followed Nick out to the van.

They arrived at the gym and Nick pulled in to the parking lot and shut the motor off. “Come on Tony, we can’t keep those Russian guys waiting” Nick said with a big smile on his face. Tony looked around to see if anybody could see him. Nick’s brother Jim was standing just outside the front door waiting to greet them. Tony was not looking forward to this at all. He got out of the van and again hung his head down in shame as he and Nick walked toward the door.

Jim pointed at Tony and cackled. “What’s with the fuckin underpants Tony? Are you trying to show the whole world what a big muscle-faggot you are?” The three guys went inside and headed directly into the locker room. The locker room was deserted.

Nick got a pair of white boots out of a locker and gave them to Tony. “Here, put these on.” While Tony was lacing up his boots Nick pulled Jim aside and the two men began to whisper to each other. “Did you take care of everything that I asked you to do Jim?”

“Sure, did big brother. Everything is going just like you said it would”.

Jim had instructions from Nick to be at the gym to greet the Russian team when they arrived. He showed them to the guest dressing room and proceeded to tell the Russian men that, “We have this really tough wrestler who says that he can beat any of you Russian Pansies. He says that you guys are all mouth and that you don’t have the muscle to back it up with.” This got the attention of the whole team. Jim continued, “Tony says that he will show you guys that he is the American Super Man and that no Russian would stand a chance against him. He also said that he doesn’t need any referee for the match either. He wants to make it a no holds barred fight to submission. But Tony says that you will probably be afraid to wrestle him under those conditions.”

The Russians were insulted and were ready for a blood-battle. “You tell this American Super Man that I will accept his terms and that he will soon find out what Russian men are made of. I will destroy him!” were the words that came out of Nikita’s mouth.

Tony finished tying his boot laces and said, “I’ll need a pair of trunks to wrestle in.”

Nick and Jim just looked at each other and laughed. “Sorry pal, but there doesn’t seem to be any extra trunks laying around. You will just have to fight the Russian in those jockey briefs”. Nick exclaimed.

Tony whined, “Awe come on man! Enough is enough!” Just then Sam popped his head in the door and said that it was time to get out to the ring. The two brothers grabbed Tony and shoved him out the door and walked behind him to the ring, pushing and shoving him along the way.

When Tony got to the ring he looked up and saw his opponent. His eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped open. Remember, Tony was a big man at 6 4 tall and weighed in at 245 pounds. But Nikita was even larger. He stood 6 7 tall and weighed 260 pounds of solid muscle. Not only that, but he also looked like the meanest fucker that ever walked the face of the earth. (Tony had no idea about all the stuff that Jim told Nikita earlier.) Nikita’s head was shaved and he had a mustache and goatee. He wore a red singlet that put his powerful muscular frame on magnificent display. Tony had never actually faced a man that was bigger than his own size. Now he was having serious regrets about the deal that he had made.

As Tony climbed through the ropes and stepped into the ring Nikita pointed at Tony and laughed. “This is American Superman? Why do you come to the ring like this? Do you always fight in your underwear Superman?” Tony turned red in embarrassment, but kept silent. Nikita continued his verbal assault on Tony. “What is the matter, cat got your tongue? Why you are not so mouthy now, American? Why do you not say what you are going to do to Russian wrestlers now? I think that it is YOU who are afraid. And you should be. You will pay for all the things that you said about Russian Wrestlers.”

Tony turned to Nick and asked, “What in the hell is he talking about?”

Nick just shrugged his shoulders and said, “I don’t know man, it’s a mystery to me.” Then he busted out laughing. Tony put two and two together and figured out what must have happened.

Jim rang the bell for the match to begin. Tony was still looking at Nick and had his back to Nikita. Nikita came charging across the ring and drove his knee into Tony’s back knocking him face first into the turnbuckle. Nikita grabbed Tony and effortlessly threw him across the ring like a sack of potatoes. Tony landed on his back. He rolled over and tried to get up.

When he had made it to his hands and knees, Nikita yelled, “So, you are going to show Russian Wrestlers what you are made of, are you? Take this!” Tony felt the Russian’s boot as Nikita kicked him in the balls from behind. Tony went down and he curled up in pain. He rocked back and forth holding his crotch as he groaned. Nikita grabbed Tony’s ankles and dragged him out to the center of the ring. He put Tony’s right leg down on the canvas and placed his size 15 boot on Tony’s ankle to hold it in place. He held the other ankle and spread Tony’s legs wide apart. “You say that we Russians are Pansies? How do you like this?” And Nikita stomped Tony’s crotch smashing his balls against his pubic bone. Pain shot up into the pit of his stomach. Nikita maintained his hold on Tony’s legs and repeated the stomp three more times.

The big Russian let go of Tony’s legs and walked over to the ropes and started conversing with his team-mates. (They were speaking in Russian but you knew that they were laughing at Tony’s expense.)

After a few minutes, Tony managed to catch his breath and he complained to Nikita about the low blows. Nikita said, “You are the one who said that you wanted a no holds barred fight. What’s the matter? Are you not man enough to take it? Do you want to submit to me now and admit that Russian Wrestlers are superior?”

Tony had gotten to his feet and delivered a punch to his opponent’s gut with everything he had. Unfortunately, after having his balls stomped several times, there wasn’t much behind his punch. Nikita did not even flinch. Tony tried again. Two, three four punches to the mid-section and it didn’t even phase him at all. Nikita scooped Tony up and body-slammed him to the canvas. He then dropped down and knelt beside Tony and slapped an abdominal claw on the American Superman.

Tony cried out. He tried to pry the Russian’s claw away from his gut but his efforts were futile. He kicked his legs and was beating the canvas with his arms but he was unable to do anything to counter this powerful claw. Nikita released it after a minute and held his arm up high and quickly brought it down slapping on another claw. He kept releasing and reapplying the claw over and over. Each time that he reapplied the claw it was lower and lower on Tony’s abs until he finally clamped down on Tony’s cock and balls. A double claw - one hand on Tony’s huge cock and the other squeezing the fuck out of his big balls. Tony’s whole body went rigid as he arched his butt up off of the mats.

“Look at the American Superman now! What’s wrong Superman? Your American cock and balls are not strong enough to take it. Now you must admit that Russian Wrestlers are superior.” But Tony could not speak. The pain from the ball claw was too much for him. Nikita finally let go. He dragged Tony over to the ropes and draped his arms over the top rope. He pulled the second rope up and trapped Tony’s arms. Then, from outside the ring, two of the other Russian guys each took a hold of Tony’s feet forcing him to spread his legs wide apart. They held them securely while Nikita kicked Tony right in his exposed balls. Tony just wanted to curl up in a ball but he couldn’t. His arms and legs were tightly restrained and he had no choice but to just stand there, wide open and take it. Another kick to the balls had Tony on the verge or passing out. Nikita grabbed Tony by the hair and held his head up while he slapped Tony across the face repeatedly just for insult.

Nikita slapped on another ball-claw and yells out to everyone in the gym, “Look at your Superman now. He is no match for Russian Wrestlers. He is helpless. Just look at him, bound in the ropes and being forced to endure the Russian Claw in his underpants. This could never happen to a Russian Champion. Our men would never let themselves be humiliated this way.” Tony struggled but could not move. Nikita was not letting go of his balls. He was crushing them. Tony begged him to let go, but Nikita said that he would only let go if Tony submitted.

After a few more minutes Tony decided that he could not take it any longer. “ I submit, I submit!” The Russian let go of Tony’s balls and raised his arms in victory. Nikita jumped over the top rope and onto the floor where his team-mates gathered around him to congratulate him.

Nick walked over to Nikita and offered him his hand in friendship. He said, “You really gave our boy a good beating. Tony really let us down. Would you and your friends care to hang around for a little while and see what we do to guys who let us down?” Nikita looked puzzled but said that they would stay.

Nick picked up his gym bag and took it into the ring with him. Jim had hopped up onto the ring apron and was standing right behind Tony, who was still locked-up in the ropes. Nick looked at Tony and had a big smile on his face. “Well, well, well. It looks like you lost Tony old boy. As per our agreement, you are now MY BOY. And just to make sure that everyone knows it and you don’t forget it, I’ll just have to brand you with my mark.” Nick reached into his bag and pulled out a razor and a can of shaving cream. Tony fought violently to free himself but Jim had gotten him in a reverse head-lock from outside the ropes and now had Tony’s face buried in his armpit. Jim held him tightly while Nick proceeded to make his mark.

Nick smeared the shaving cream all over Tony’s hairy chest. He then began to carve out a big letter N on Tony’s chest with the razor. Tony had always been so proud of his muscular hairy chest. And now he would be forced to show everyone how Nick had defeated and humiliated him. After Nick finished, he used a towel to wipe Tony’s chest clean. The big N stood out boldly on Tony’s chest. Jim released his grip on Tony and told him, “Look at your chest and see your master’s mark!” When Tony saw what Nick had done, tears just started falling from his eyes. Tony had almost never worn a shirt prior to this. Now, not only would he have to show this humiliation around the gym and in the ring, but even outside in his private life. He would be forced to wear a shirt to hide his shame.

“Okay Jim, let him out of those ropes. Nick instructed. Tony fell to the mats hard. He was clutching his crotch and whimpering. “Come on Tony-Boy, let’s get going.”

With great effort, Tony managed to get to his feet. He staggered toward the ropes and tried to climb out of the ring but Nick grabbed him by the waist-band of his jockey shorts and pulled him back in.

Tony asked in a whiney voice, “What are you doin?”

Nick said, “Haven’t you forgotten something? What about you new trunks?” He threw them in Tony’s face. Tony took them in his hand and started to climb out of the ring again. Once more Nick pulled him back in by his jockeys and reminded Tony, “I told you that if you lost this match, you would not leave this ring until you were wearing them. I also told you that you would beg me to let you wear them. So, get on you knees and beg me.”

Tony was appalled. “You’re not serious! I am not going to get on my knees and beg you to let me wear these trunks in front of all of these guys.”

Nick punched Tony in the balls and Tony dropped to his knees. “Are ya gonna do it?” When Tony did not reply, Jim got down on his knees behind Tony and slipped his hand down the back of Tony’s jockeys and reached between his legs and grabbed him by the balls. He squeezed while Nick repeated his demand to Tony. Tony’s balls had been beaten and worked-over and he could stand no more.

He quietly squeaked out his request to wear the trunks. Nick said, “Louder Boy! Not everyone was able to hear you.”

Tony spoke up, “Please sir, may I wear the trunks so that I can show everybody that I am your boy? “

Nick said, “Okay, I guess that will do. And since you were such a good boy and asked me nicely, I am going to give you a little treat. Something that I know you will like”. Nick told Jim to Scoop Tony up and bring him down in an over-the-knee backbreaker. Jim was holding Tony with his back arched over his knee and Nick had gotten that cock whip out of his bag and started whipping the fuck out of that big cock-bulge in the jockeys that Tony had on. In no time, Tony had a raging hard-on. Nick was cracking that whip on Tony’s cock as hard and fast as he could. In less than two minutes Tony unloaded in his underwear. His crotch was soaked.

“I knew you’d like that!” Nick said. “But now look what you’ve done! You creamed in my jockey shorts. When I let you borrow my underpants, I never said you could cum in them!” Nick pulled them off of Tony and turned them inside out. Then he smeared the cum-soaked crotch in Tony’s face. He held them right in front of Tony and demanded “Lick em clean boy!” He forced Tony to lick his own man-juice off of the underpants. “That’s a good boy. Now you can put your new trunks on.” Tony pulled his bright yellow trunks up over his muscular thighs and over his furry bubble butt. Nick paraded Tony in front of the Russian Wrestlers and had them take a good look at his boy. They all applauded Nick’s performance as he put a leather spiked dog-collar around Tony’s neck and lead him back to the locker room on a leash.

-- The End

At least until next time.