Tuff-Tony --Bashed on the Beach

[Crusher was the first author to write stories for me.  Part 3/4]

TUFF-TONY -- BASHED ON THE BEACH

by Crusher

Tony had spoken with his lawyer about getting out of contract. However, the lawyer explained that while it would probably be possible, it would mean a public court fight, public display of the tape, and many other humiliating questions. Tony had decided that he could manage to fulfill the contract so that his recent ordeals would remain private. What he had not counted on was the reaction to the other wrestlers.




After having gone through several weeks of humiliating punishment and abuse at the hands of almost all of the wrestlers in the EAWF, at the gym and anywhere else that he would happen to run into any of them, Tony felt a little more at ease in anticipation of his upcoming match. This would be his first public match since the whole ordeal had begun. And surely, Tony thought, these guys wouldn’t actually do all of those torturous and humiliating things to him outside the confines of their private little behind the scenes network.



And besides, Tony’s scheduled opponent for today’s match was his buddy, Mighty Mark Miller. Throughout all of Tony’s recent problems with the guys at the EAWF, Mark seemed to be Tony’s only remaining friend. They had been friends for a few years ever since Mark came to the EAWF. Mark was not quite as big and muscular as Tony, but he was impressive enough at an even six feet tall and weighing 200 pounds. He had sandy brown hair (marine cut) with a mustache. A very handsome man with a muscular chest that was moderately hairy and measured forty-seven inches. His torso tapered down nicely to his thirty-two-inch waist. He was a good guy, always observing the rules just like his buddy Tony. But Mark usually ended up being somebody’s job-boy fairly often.



Tony figured that he should be able to have a normal wrestling match today. After all, Mark was his buddy and he would never try anything underhanded.



This wrestling show was being sponsored by a big hotel located along the beach. A ring had been assembled outdoors on the beach just for this event. They had also brought in and set up bleachers all around the ring. Several tents were put up so that the wrestlers would have a place to dress.



Tony and Mark were getting dressed in the same tent. The two guys talked and kidded around with each other as they were changing.



“It’s good to see that you are starting to act like your old self again Tony”, Mark told him.



Tony replied, “Yeah well tonight won’t be the same as it has been back at the gym you know. It will be a welcome experience to get back to the kind of wrestling that I signed on to do.”



“Yeah, I guess I know what you mean, man”, Mark said as he pulled his turquoise colored trunks up over his muscular thighs. He wore black pro wrestling boots contrasting the white boots that Tony was wearing today.



Tony’s trunks were also white and quite brief. As usual, the pouch of his trunks was really packed. Mark had always joked with Tony saying “That bulge in your trunks sticks out so fucking far that it gets into the ring about three steps ahead of the rest of your body.” Tony’s cock is so large that there was no way to mask its enormous size. (Not that he ever wanted to.) He was proud of his manhood. And most guys were jealous of him.



The booker had just stuck his head into the tent and said, “Let’s go boys, you’re on.” It was time for Tony and Mark to head on out to the ring. Theirs was the first match of the afternoon. Mark went out first. He trotted across the sand through the bleachers and hopped up on to the ring apron. He jumped over the top rope into the ring. Then Tony came out. He liked hearing the crowd cheering for him. It helped to boost his ego. He needed that now. As Tony entered the ring, he waved to the crowd to acknowledge them and he spotted Nasty Nick and his kid brother Jim sitting in the front row. This gave him a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He pointed at Nick and Jim and told them, “You guys make sure that you keep your noses out of my match!”



Nick had an innocent look on his face as if to say, “Who Me?”



The bell rang and the two wrestlers met at the center of the ring. They circled a few times then Tony grabbed Mark in a side headlock. When Mark was unable to break out of the hold, he muscled Tony back against the ropes and then threw him across to the opposite side of the ring. Tony rebounded and Mark tried to clothesline Tony, but Tony ducked under and Mark missed. Tony scooped Mark up and body slammed him to the canvas. Mark’s winced from the pain but he shook it off and got back up to his feet. No sooner was he on his feet than Tony scooped him up and slammed him again. As Mark tried to regain his feet, Tony went for his ankles and pulled them out from underneath him causing him to fall flat on his back. Tony immediately applied a step-over toe hold. Mark raised his free leg up and gave Tony a boot to the mid-section pushing him backward releasing the hold. Mark got up and took Tony by the wrist and sent him across the ring using an Irish Whip. As Tony bounced off of the ropes, he came back at Mark with a high cross body block knocking Mark down on his back again with Tony laying on top of him. Tony went for the pin but only got a two count before Mark was able to kick out and force Tony off of him.



Nick was sitting there in the front row of the audience calling out to Mark, “What’s the matter with you boy? Every man in the EAWF has whipped that big Muscle-Wimp. Look what you are letting him do to you.” Mark was distracted by Nick, and Tony nailed him with a big drop kick that sent Mark through the ropes and out onto the sand right in front of Nick and Jim. As Mark got to his feet Nick spoke to him again. “He’s making you look like a fool man!! Come on, you know what will stop him! Do you want to be branded as the only guy in the EAWF that can’t beat that Muscle Faggot? You’ll be a laughing stalk.” Mark looked at Nick with a kind of confused look on his face. Nick could tell that he was starting to get to Mark so he continued to use this psychology.



Mark began to think about it. “That ass-hole is right. I know that Tony is my friend but he is definitely an outcast among the EAWF Wrestlers. And If I am the only guy in the entire organization that can’t beat him, then I will be in the same position that he is in and I definitely cannot let that happen”, Mark thought to himself. So, as he climbed up onto the ring apron, he looked over his shoulder at Nick and gave him a wink. When Nick saw that, he started grinning from ear to ear. Mark was back in the ring and he raised his hands high to offer a challenge to test Tony’s strength. The two grapplers lock their fingers together and the heat was on! Because he had a weight and muscle advantage on Mark, Tony took control right away. Tony stood in a very wide stance as he locked up with his opponent. His muscle power was awesome. Mark could not overpower Tony so decided that he had to make his move. He kicked Tony in the balls. Tony dropped like a ton of bricks. The ref admonished Mark for his action and warned him not to do it again. Mark just pushed the ref aside and went over to Tony and dragged him to his feet by pulling his hair. He then gave Tony a chop to the throat that dropped the big guy to the canvas again. Mark took Tony by the ankles and raise his legs up and spread them wide then delivered a hard stomp to the swollen crotch.



Again, the ref started to argue with Mark about his illegal tactics. Nick and Jim decided that Mark could use a little help. So, they got out of their seats and went up to the ring. Nick was carrying his gym bag with him. He set it down at the corner of the ring and then jumped up onto the ring apron. Mark saw Nick and he was smart enough to know what Nick was trying to do. Mark directed the referee’s attention to Nick and the ref immediately went over to tell Nick to get away from the ring. Nick and Jim kept the ref busy while Mark continued his assault on the big muscle man. Actually, Nick was seen slipping the Ref a couple of hundred-dollar bills. The Ref stuffed the money into his pocket and nodded as if he were agreeing with what Nick was telling him. They then continued to act as though they were arguing to make it look good for the crowd. They now had the Ref on their side as well.



Mark dropped down on his knees next to Tony and did as he had seen so many other guys do to Tony. He slapped on a cock-claw and squeezed hard. Just like every other time this hold was applied to Tony, it had the same paralyzing affect. “Ooooh, Look at you man. You are fuckin helpless! You really do have an Achilles Cock.”



Mark held the claw for a couple minutes before releasing it. Tony chest was heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. He looked Mark in the eye and whined, “Why Mark? Why are you doing this to me? You’re supposed to be my buddy”. Mark delivered a fist to the balls that sent a jolt of pain through Tony’s crotch and gut. He felt like he was going to be sick.



Mark explained, “Sorry buddy, but if I were to lose to you now, I wouldn’t be able to show my face back at the gym again. Those guys would be all over me the same way that they are on you. I can’t let that happen so I’ll just have to join the club, I guess”. Mark pulled Tony to his feet again and backed him up against the ropes. He got Tony’s arms tied up between the top and second ropes so that he couldn’t move. Then he spread Tony’s legs wide apart and began a long series of kicks to the balls. The crowd was going wild. They weren’t used to seeing such blatant foul tactics. It seemed that they loved what was happening. This encouraged Mark to continue kicking away at Tony’s exposed balls. He kicked them ten times and the crowd counted out loud with each kick. Tony was struggling to try to get his breath. Next, Mark decided to focus his attack on those rock-hard six-pack abs of Tony s. He drove his knee into the gut of the helpless man ten times as the crowd counted out loud again. He then used his fists to pummel Tony’s gut. Tony couldn’t breathe. The pain was intense. He felt as if his gut and his crotch were on fire. He didn’t even have the breath or the strength to offer a submission.



By this time the ref had returned to the action in the ring and seeing that Mark had Tony tied up in the ropes, he went over to try to release the beaten man. (He had to at least look like he was doing his job) After the ref managed to get Tony’s arms released, he dropped to the mat. Mark drug him to his feet and then turned him around so that Tony was facing away from Mark. Mark put one arm around Tony’s waist and used his other arm to hook Tony’s leg and lifted him as though he were going to deliver an atomic drop. But instead, he brought Tony down straddling the top rope so that his balls were crushed by the pressure of the rope. Tony fell from the top rope and bounced off of the apron and onto the sand outside the ring. Unfortunately, he was now laying directly in front of Nick and Jim. Now it was Mark’s turn to keep the ref busy while Nick went to work on Tony.



Nick reached down with his right hand and grabbed that huge bulge in Tony’s trunks. He clamped on the pressure and pulled upward saying, “Come on Muscle-Wimp, get on your feet.” He forced Tony to his feet by pulling on his crotch. Nick was laughing as he said, “Looks like you got yourself some trouble, Muscle-Faggot!” Still holding on tightly to Tony’s crotch, Nick began leading him around ringside and into the audience area. Tony was mortified. Here he was being dragged around by the crotch in front of all of these people.



Nick yelled to Jim, “Get my gym bag”. Jim quickly grabbed Nick’s bag and brought it over to him. “You know what to do first”. Jim reached into the bag and pulled out an eight-inch dildo. When the crowd saw this, they went absolutely crazy. They were really getting into this now. Jim took a hold of Tony’s trunks by the waistband in the back and pulled them down exposing Tony’s furry well-shaped ass. He noticed a young man sitting nearby in the audience that seemed to be overly excited at the prospect of the dildo being used. He motioned for the man to come over and join the fun. Nick handed the dildo to the fan and said, “You know what to do with this?”



The fan said, “Sure do man! “Nick held Tony in a front chancery giving the fan easy access to Tony’s butt. The young man took great delight in shoving that thing up Tony’s tight hole. Tony let out a loud squeal as the fan pushed the whole eight inches inside of the tightly muscled ass. Once it had been completely driven into place, Jim pulled Tony’s trunks back up and Nick threw him back into the ring.



Not only was Tony being subjected to this savage beating, but now he had to fight with a dildo up his ass. And what is worse, everybody in attendance knew it.



Tony got up to his feet and Mark walked over to him. Tony was so exhausted and racked with pain, that he could do absolutely nothing. He just stood there -- his legs were weak and wobbly and his arms just hung down at his sides. He had a dazed look on his face. Mark just gave him a hard slap across the face. Tony staggered but stayed on his feet. Mark slapped him again. Tony staggered but was still able to remain on his feet. Mark yelled “Why don’t you fight back? Come on, fight like a man!!!” He hooked his fingers the front of the waistband of Tony’s trunks and pulled so that Tony was forced to arch his crotch forward. Mark then delivered a knee lift into Tony’s balls. Tony dropped to his knees as he cupped his crotch with both hands. He would have fallen completely to the mat but Mark grabbed him by the hair and held him up on his knees as he began to kick him the gut repeatedly.



The referee lamely tried to get Mark to release Tony but Nick jumped up onto the ring apron again. While the ref went over to deal with Nick, Jim tossed something into the ring for Mark. It was a pair of brass knuckles. Mark put them on his right fist, still holding Tony by the hair in a kneeling position, he let Tony have a right cross with those brass knucks. He busted Tony’s lip open and it started bleeding. Then he let go with a series of punches to his forehead putting a large gash over his left eye. Tony was now bleeding pretty good. Blood was running down from his forehead all over his face. He looked a mess. Mark then tossed the brass knucks back to Jim, pulled Tony to his feet and lifted him up for an atomic drop. Under normal circumstances this maneuver hurt bad enough, but when Tony came down hard on Mark’s knee with that dildo crammed up his ass, the pain just about sent him into orbit.



Instead of letting Tony drop to the mat, Mark scooped him up and brought him down in an over the knee back breaker. Tony pleaded with Mark, “Please man, ...please stop. Please don’t do this to me anymore. Come on man -- I can’t take any more.” He whimpered and groveled but Mark was not ready to let his old buddy off the hook just yet.



“Too fuckin bad Muscle Wimp! I’m starting to enjoy this. I’m gonna have fun beating the fuck out of your cock and balls just like all of the other guys have been doing.” As the bloodied muscle man lay helpless across Mark’s knee, Mark began bashing Tony’s balls. Diving those balls flattening them against his pubic bone. Tony screamed but after only two punches to the balls, he had no breath left with which to speak. The pain was so intense.



Mark said “I’m gonna beat your fucking balls into mush you lousy piece of shit”. He continued his ball bashing with another ten pulverizing shots then slapped on that paralyzing cock claw to further humiliate the big muscle-stud.



The ref had finally returned to see Tony all beaten and bloody, stretched out over Marks knee. He ordered Mark to let him go. Mark clamped on a ball-claw and held it for as long as he could while the ref was giving a very slow five count. Mark threw Tony down to the mat. He laid there motionless. His entire face was covered in blood now. Mark knelt down beside Tony and applied a claw hold on his bloody head. Tony made a lame attempt to try to get out of Mark’s grip but it was useless. Mark let go of the claw hold and his hand was now covered with Tony’s blood. “Awe man! Look, you got blood all over my hand. I’ll just have to wipe it off on those nice white trunks of yours”. Mark wiped his hand off on the crotch of Tony’s bright white wrestling briefs.



He taunted his former buddy, “Look at you man! You are just a quivering pile of useless muscles, get up and fight!!! All that fuckin muscle ain’t doin you any good now, is it Tony boy? Or should I call you Muscle-Wimp?” Mark dropped to his knees at Tony’s side and applied a double cock-claw to his massive meat cannon. He was really clamping on the pressure with both hands. Mark got to his feet, still maintaining that double cock-claw and was pulling Tony’s body up off of the mat by his cock. Tony felt as though his cock was being pulled out by its roots. Mark slammed him back into the canvas and repeated the process of lifting Tony from the mat by his cock three more times. The combination of the torture to his crotch and being slammed back to the mats driving that dildo further up his ass was a whole new experience in pain for Tony. What else could there possibly be for him to endure? He would soon find out the answer to this question.



By now the referee was starting to feel guilty about the whole situation. This was going too far he thought. So, he started to get on Mark’s case. But Mark was only concerned about maintaining his status among the other wrestlers. He didn’t care about a DQ at this point. With this thought in mind he took a hold of the referee by the collar and the seat of his pants and threw him over the top rope and out onto the sand. He then looked at Nick and Jim and said, “Take care of him for me.” Nick signaled to some of his friends to go over and handle the referee. They were going to make sure the he would no longer be a factor in this match. Not that he was much of a factor up to this point anyway. They drug the ref over to one of the ring posts and forced his arms around the lower most section. He was now standing outside the ring with his hands around the turnbuckle. A pair of handcuffs were quickly applied trapping him in the corner. To prevent his calling for the bell a ball gag was stuffed into his mouth and fastened into place. Once he was ‘positioned’, Jim walked over to the restrained ref. Standing at his back, he reached around with his left hand and gently grabbed the ref’s package. With his other hand he reached into the ref’s pocket and retrieved the money he had received earlier. While applying a little squeeze to his balls Jim whispered in the ref’s ear “Nobody double crosses Nick and me. Just remember that the next time you ref a match. You’re getting off easy this time.” With that he gave a hard squeeze and yank and then left. “Enjoy the rest of the match.”



Mark dragged the beaten muscle stud’s body over to the ropes. He called for Nick and Jim to come into the ring and give him a hand. Nick got Tony up to his feet and pulled his arms behind his back and secured him in a double hammer lock in order to hold him up.



Nick whispered into Tony’s ear, “Hey man, how do you like having that big dildo up your ass? Does it feel good? I’ll bet you like it, don’t you Muscle Faggot? You better get used to that feeling boy because I have decided that I am going to plow your hot little ass on a regular basis from now on. I am gonna make you MY BOY “. Mark and Jim stepped out onto the ring apron. Mark instructed Jim to take the top rope and push down on it while at the same time grab the second rope and pull up on it until he had the ropes criss-crossed. Nick moved Tony close to the ropes. Mark reached between the criss-crossed ropes and grabbed Tony by the bulge in his trunks and pulled him forward until his package was through the ropes. Jim let go of the ropes trapping Tony’s cock and balls.



Nick spoke up, “Hey dude, I am impressed! Even I wouldn’t have thought of getting his cock and balls locked up in the ropes like that! I love it!” With Tony’s manhood caught in the ropes, facing out toward the audience Mark began to pummel the bulging basket. Tony begged and pleaded for them to stop. But his pleas fell on deaf ears. After Mark Punched Tony’s balls ten times (again to the crowds chanting count) he stepped aside and allowed Jim to take a turn at him. Jim had reached into his brother’s gym bag and pulled out another toy to play with. He was holding a ten-inch cock-whip. It had several strands of rawhide with a black leather handle. He began to really put a whipping Tony’s big cock bulge. To everyone’s surprise, Tony’s cock began swelling at a rapid pace. His cock was getting so hard that it fought its way out of the confines of his trunks extending upward as though it was reaching for his belly-button. The stinging sensation of the whip cracking on his cock-shaft was something that drove Tony wild. But no one ever knew that until now.



Jim yelled out, “Hey look! He must like this. Check out the size of that bad boy!” as he continued the whipping.



Nick demanded, “O.K. guys, now it’s my turn. Let’s get him out of these ropes so that I can humiliate him some more.” They released Tony from the ropes and Nick dragged him to the center of the ring. Mark and Jim took Tony by the ankles and spread his legs wide. Nick hoisted Tony up into a sitting position, restraining his left arm behind his back. He then wrapped his arm around Tony’s throat and held him tight while he whispered into Tony’s ear giving him instructions on what he was to do.



He told Tony, “I want you to reach down and pull you cock and balls completely out of your trunks and jack-off”.



Tony said, “There is no way man! I’m not doing that!”



Nick explained, “If you don’t, then we can continue this torture for several more hours. How much more can you take? You have a choice to make Muscle-Wimp, either play with yourself in front of all these nice people or I will see to it that you are carried out of here on a stretcher and sent to the hospital. And believe me, I’ll fuck you up so bad that they won’t even be able to do reconstructive surgery on you. Your manhood will be totally destroyed and gone forever.”



Tony wasn’t happy with either of his choices, so he decided to go with the lesser of the two evils. He reached down and hooked the waistband of his trunks under his balls exposing his mammoth sized equipment for all to see. The crowd went wild as Tony began to jerk-off right there in the middle of the ring. He whimpered and actually had tears streaming from his eyes mixing with the blood on his face.



Nick taunted, Yah that’s a good boy. Beat that fuckin meat for me Tony. Think about that big dildo that you got stuck up your ass while you play with that big muscle-cock. If you are a good boy and do as you are told, then maybe I’ll let you have a real man’s cock up your tight little ass. You’d like that wouldn’t you Tony? You want my cock, don’t you? I bet you are really turned on now aren’t you Tony?” Tony was absolutely mortified. Here he was in the middle of the ring in front of a large crowd of people, being forced to jerk-off in front of them. Nick demanded, “Pump that meat cannon faster boy! Beat it as hard and fast as you can! I want everyone to see how much you are enjoying this”.



After a few minutes Tony felt the urge and the need to cum. He began to moan. Nick ordered him to moan louder so that everyone could hear him. Tony did as he was told. Then it finally happened. Tony’s huge cock began to shoot burst after burst of thick white cum. The crowd went wild. Nick said to Tony, “Boy, . . . I just don’t understand how you can shoot such an enormous load like that every time. Especially after the beating that you took. You must really like this kind of action. That’s good because I plan on making you My Boy and this will be the standard routine from now on”.



Nick released Tony and he fell back to the canvas. He laid there motionless. Nick said that there was one more thing to take care of. As he stood towering over the beaten and bloodied muscle man he said, “I believe that you have something that belongs to me. I want it back right now.”



Tony knew what he wanted. Just when he thought that the ordeal was over, he has to be humiliated even further. Nick demanded that Tony remove the dildo from his ass and give it back or he would not leave the ring until he did. Tony got to his hands and knees and sheepishly pushed his trunks down revealing that beautiful muscular furry ass of his. Again, the guys in the crowd went wild. Tony reached around and gently pulled the foreign object from his rectum and held it out to Nick.



“What the fuck is this? That thing is all sweaty and shitty! You clean it off before you give it back you lousy fucker!”



Tony looked at him and asked, “What do you want me to do man?”



Nick demanded, “Take your trunks off and use them to wipe it clean. -- Better yet, just wrap it up in your trunks and I’ll take it like that. I’ll just keep your trunks as a trophy”. Tony wrapped the dildo up in his sweat-soaked and blood-stained trunks and handed them to Nick. Nick, Jim and Mark all jumped out of the ring and walked back to the tents where they had gotten dressed, waving to acknowledge the cheering fans. Tony sat naked on the canvas in the middle of the ring in total disbelief. He couldn’t believe that this had happened to him. When was this all going to end?



Everybody in the crowd cheered. The noise was overwhelming. Someone finally found a key and released the ref from the turnbuckle. The rest of this afternoon’s matches would seem rather pale in comparison but everyone in attendance did get to see several good wrestling matches, although one ref in particular was not very focused on the job at hand.



When Tony finally made it back to his tent, Mark was still there. Tony just staggered in and laid down on the floor. He was totally exhausted. Mark went over and laid down next to Tony. He spoke softly, “I am sorry Tony, but I didn’t really have a choice. I had to do it. You understand, don’t you?” Tony just looked at Mark with an expression of disbelief and said nothing. Mark said, “You know something Tony? I always did think that you were pretty hot. And all that stuff that went on this afternoon got my juices flowing. As long as you are laying here naked, how about letting me sample that hot ass of yours?”



Tony moaned in protest but was completely helpless to do anything to stop him. Mark mounted the beaten muscle stud and threw a vicious wild fuck into him. It didn’t take long before Mark was feeling a sensational stirring in his loins. He cried out as his juices began to shoot deep into Tony’s butt. After pumping every last drop into the muscle stud, Mark just collapsed onto Tony’s back and he laid there on top of him. He whispered to Tony. “Damn! You are so fucking hot man! I wish that we could do this more often, but Nick will be here soon. He said that he has special plans for you.” Tony just let out a weak whimper as tears streamed from his eyes.



Just then Nick came into the tent. He pulled Mark off of Tony’s back and threw him aside. ‘Come on Tony-Boy! You’re coming with me.” Nick managed to get Tony up to his feet. He then lifted him up and threw Tony over his shoulder and carried him out.



-- The End?

-- I doubt it!