TUFF-TONY S LESSON - Part Two
by Crusher
Tony slammed the door as he stormed out of the promoter’s office. He had just been arguing with the promoter about the humiliating situation that he had been put through by Nasty Nick and his kid brother Jim in that motel room outside of Atlanta several days ago. Tony wanted out. He said that he could never face anybody in the EAWF again. He was totally mortified after Nick showed the video of his little brother giving Tony the worst physical and sexual beating of his life to everyone in the organization. But Sam, the promoter told Tony that he had a signed contract and that he had absolutely no choice in the matter.
“You are legally bound by this contract and you will continue to wrestle for the EAWF for its duration.”
The thought sickened Tony because he knew that he still had a full year left before his contract would expire. No matter how Tony tried to justify his point of view, Sam wasn’t having any of it. “You’ll wrestle, and that’s all there is to it. Now, .... I have you scheduled for a match here in the gym in one hour. I suggest that you go and get ready.”
Tony shrieked, “What do you mean ...-I’ve got a match in one hour? I don’t know anything about a match! Who am I supposed to wrestle? I didn’t sign any contract for a match to take place today!”
Sam looked at him and said, “Well things are a little different around here now. Just get your ass back there to the locker room and get ready. You’ll find a contract for you to sign taped to your locker door.”
Tony went stomping down the hall towards the locker room. When he reached the door to enter the locker room he just stood there. He was dreading this moment. He knew that as soon as he entered the locker room there would be several guys just waiting to rub his humiliation in his face. Eventually, he got up enough courage to open the door and walk in. To Tony’s surprise, the locker room was empty. Not a single person to be found in there. Tony felt relieved at first but after a brief moment he realized that this was just postponing the inevitable.
Tony walked to his locker which was located at the back of the last row. He saw the contract taped to his locker door just as Sam said that it would be. The first thing Tony did was to get undressed. He stripped down to a pair of white cotton jockey briefs. As usual, the crotch of his briefs was sporting a huge bulge. Then he put his boots on and laced them up. He reached for the contract and pulled it from the locker door. He unfolded it and began to read it. It stated that this was to be a title match in which Tony would have to defend his Intra-mural title. This was not a title that the general public would be aware of, since it was not an official EAWF title but rather this is a title that is mostly just between wrestlers who were members of the gym where the EAWF guys trained and worked out. Sort of a Private League. As Tony read further a sick feeling hit him in the pit of his stomach when he saw who he was defending the title against. That’s right! His opponent for today’s match was Nasty Nick. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he felt even sicker when he began reading the terms of the match. They are outlined as follows:
1. The Intra-mural title will be on the line.
2. The referee for this match will be Jim Moyer (Nick’s kid brother)
3. Any decision made by the referee is final.
4. This will be a No Holds Barred/No DQ match
5. The only way to win the match is to be the first wrestler
to get three submissions from his opponent.
6. The Champion will defend the title in whatever gear
the challenger chooses for him to wear.
7. The challenger may wear whatever gear he wants.
8. There is a No Return stipulation. If the Champion
loses his title, he may not have a rematch. ...EVER!
Tony spoke out loud, “This is total Bull-Shit!!! I’m not signing this damn thing!”
He heard footsteps and he looked up and saw Nick, Jim and Sam walk around the corner from the row of lockers next to his. Sam said, “Oh I think you will sign that agreement. If you want to be difficult about it, .... I’m sure that Nick and Jim here can persuade you to do as you are told.” Nick and Jim were both grinning from ear to ear.
Tony yelled, “No way man!!!” and he threw the contract on the floor.
Sam just grinned and turned to nick and Jim and said, “I leave it to you boys. Do you think that you can convince Him to see things our way?”
Nick eagerly acknowledged, “No problem, Boss .... No problem at all.”
With that Sam headed to the door and said “I’ll make sure that you guys are not interrupted during your negotiations.” He locked the door on his way out.
Nick and Jim just stood there for a minute and sneered at Tony. Then Nick asked, “Well Loser, are we gonna do this the easy way or are you gonna make it difficult?”
Tony insisted that he would never sign that contract.
Now remember that Tony was a big man at six feet four inches tall and 245 pounds of solid packed muscle. Neither of the brothers were as impressive (physically) as Tony was. Jim was 22 years old and five feet seven inches tall and only weighed 150 pounds, while Nick was 26 years old and was five feet ten inches tall and weighed 185 pounds. Nick had brown shoulder length hair with a mustache and goatee. He was nicely muscled; his chest and legs were moderately hairy. There was a lot of bad blood between Nick and Tony because last year when Nick was the number one contender to the Intra-mural Title, Tony had defeated the reigning champion, cheating Nick out his chance at the title. Since then, the two had met in the ring several times with Tony always being the clear victor. His size and weight advantage, not to mention his muscle-power had always been too much for Nick to overcome. But today would be different if Nick’s plan goes as it should. And so far, it was.
Nick and Jim slowly walked toward Tony backing him against the lockers. “Are you sure that you don’t want to change your mind BOY!!!” Nick asked.
Tony’s reply was, “No Fucking way Asshole!!”
Nick shook his head and said, “OK brother, just remember ....... you asked for it”. As usual, Tony s huge cock was on prominent display - perfectly outlined in the front of his jockeys. With lightning speed Nick grabbed Tony’s cock in a vicious claw hold.
Tony gulped, “AAAHHHRRGGG!!!! ...... Nooooooo.”
Nick began to taunt the big muscle man. “Oh yeah man! Things are gonna change now. What’s the matter Tuff-Tony? That’s right. I know how to neutralize your muscle power. How does that feel?” Nick increased the pressure of his cock-claw and continued his torment. “Do you feel it Tony? Do you feel all of your muscle power being drained out of you? Your body is paralyzed by my cock-claw. Your muscles are useless. All because your cock-muscle is weak and can’t handle the punishment. What is it gonna be, BOY? .... What do ya say?”
Tony stood there backed against the lockers in his underwear, completely helpless while his big cock was being worked over. He couldn’t even speak. Nick released the claw and placed his left forearm across Tony s chest to hold him in place against the lockers and let loose with a barrage of punches connecting with the over-stuffed pouch of Tony s jockey shorts. After taking twelve cock-punches, Tony begged “OK .... OK .....Pleeezze Stop. I’ll sign anything, just don’t hurt me anymore.” Tony s heavy-duty equipment was still quite tender from the beating that Jim had given him several days ago.
Nick let go and stepped away from the beaten man and smiled. Tony’s back slid down the lockers and he was sitting on the floor with his legs spread wide as both of his hands were cupping his crotch. He just sat there holding himself and looked up with his eyes beginning to fill with tears. Jim reached down and picked up the contract and handed it to Tony along with a pen and ordered him to sign it. Tony did as ordered.
Nick said, “OK now, the next order of business is to decide on the gear that we will be wearing for this match. I will wear these levis that I got on now.” He picked up his gym bag and began to pull the gear out. He put on a leather harness and a pair of leather wrist bands that had raised metal studs all around them. Jim handed his brother a pair of steel-toed construction boots to complete his outfit.
“Let’s see what we got in here for the big Tuff muscle wimp to wear.” Nick pulled out a pair of bright yellow trunks and held them up to show Tony. Tony looked at them and just closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the lockers when he saw them. Across the seat of the trunks in large black letters it said MUSCLE-WIMP and on the crotch of the trunks the lettering said, Caution! Weak Cock. Nick threw the trunks at Tony and said, “Put those on Muscle-Boy!! You’ve only got five minutes until you have to be in the ring.”
The time had finally come. As Tony left the locker room, he saw Nick and Jim already in the ring and about thirty guys seated around ring-side. Nick got all of his buddies to come and watch the match. As Tony walked toward the ring he was subjected to cat-calls and ridicule. He climbed into the ring and stood in his corner. Jim announced to the audience that this was a no holds barred submission fight and that in order to win the match, a wrestler had to get three submissions from his opponent. He then called for the bell and the match was under way. Tony had made up his mind that he was going to do his damndest to fight this guy and not let him humiliate him further. At the center of the ring they locked up in a collar and elbow hook-up. Tony easily muscled Nick back against the ropes and Jim called for a break. Tony backed off to the middle of the ring and Nick charged Tony pushing him back into the opposite ropes and shot him across the ring with an Irish whip. When Tony rebounded off of the ropes Nick was ready with a clothes-line but Tony ducked under and Nick did not connect. Tony grabbed Nick is a side head-lock. He had it clamped on tight, really applying the pressure. Nick managed to maneuver Tony back against the ropes and once again Jim called for a break. Tony let go of the hold and as Nick was about to step back, he hit Tony with a short right jab to the balls. Tony immediately cupped his crotch and dropped to his knees.
Nick then pulled Tony to his feet and whipped him into the ropes again. This time his clothes-line hit the intended target knocking Tony flat on his back. Nick wasted no time. He got down on top of the big muscle man and sat on his stomach and started to work over those massive pec-muscles. Pounding away at those beautiful mounds of muscle. He beat on them for five minutes. Then he placed his wrist (with the metal studded bands on it) on Tony s left nipple. He began a grating motion back and forth across Tony s sensitive nipple. Tony shrieked so loud that his voice echoed throughout the gym. Nick then proceeded to give Tony s right nipple the same treatment. He alternated back and forth between the nipples until they became raw and started to bleed.
“What do ya say Tony-Boy? Do you submit yet?”
Tony barked back, “FUCK YOU!!!”
Nick said, “OK then, I’ll just have to go with what I know will work on you then.” Nick rolled off from on top of Tony and knelt at his side. He slapped on a cock-claw and squeezed with everything he had. Tony ‘entire body went rigid and started to quiver and jerk as it always did when this hold was applied to his cock.
“Come on Tony give it up. Your cock is weak man! You know you can’t take it”. Nick then started throwing punches into Tony’s cock and yelled out “COME ON!! SUBMIT YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!! I’LL BEAT YOUR FUCKIN COCK TO A BLOODY PULP!!!” He then reapplied the claw to Tony s crotch.
Tony was barely able to get the words out but he managed to mutter in a soft quivery voice, “I submit.”
Jim made the announcement for all to hear, “The first fall goes to Nick -- with the Champion submitting to a Cock-Claw.”
Nick returned to his corner while Jim helped Tony up to his feet and got him to his own corner. Jim wasn’t trying to be helpful to Tony, -- he was just setting him up for the beginning of the second fall. Tony was completely drained. Jim leaned Tony up against the turnbuckle in his corner and draped his arms over so that they were hanging outside of the top rope on either side. He then went for Tony s left leg and lifted it up and hooked it so that it was hanging over the second rope. Tony began to offer a little resistance so Jim just gave him a quick shot to the balls to subdue him. It worked! He then hooked Tony s right leg over the second rope on the other side. Tony was now hanging there in the ropes wide open and helpless. Jim called for the bell to start the second fall.
Nick just kind of slowly sauntered over to Tony s corner. He stood there looking at him for a couple of seconds and then, using his steel-toed boots, kicked Tony right in his exposed balls. “How’d that feel Muscle-Wimp? I’ll bet that hurt didn’t it?” Tony felt excruciating pain riveting through his crotch and up into his gut. But with his arms and legs hanging in the ropes he could not to a damn thing to protect himself. He was totally at Nick s mercy. And Nick was showing no mercy. He repeated the kick to the balls three more times. Then he moved in and began to pummel Tony s vulnerable gut. He beat on the stud’s abs until they were reduced to mush. “What do ya say Tony? You ready to give it up again?” Tony couldn’t have answered if he wanted to. Nick had beaten every last bit if breath out of him. When Tony did not respond, Nick knelt down in front of the helpless man’s crotch and hit him with a hard cock-punch. Nick was getting off on this. “Come on Boy! Do yourself a favor and submit. I’m just gonna keep working on that big weak cock-muscle of yours until you submit!” He began cock-punching the Muscle-Stud pausing for a few seconds between each punch. After taking more than twenty cock-punches, Tony submitted. Nick stood up and trotted across the ring with his arms held high in the air yelling “YEAH !!! THAT S TWO!! I ONLY NEED ONE MORE!!!”
Jim made the official announcement to the crowd, “The second fall goes to Nick -- with the Champion, (... never even having made it out of his corner), submitting to the Cock-Punch. The score is now two submissions to none in favor of the Challenger.”
Nick told Jim to help Tony get out of the ropes. Jim went over to Tony lifted his arms over the top rope and let the drop, and then turned around and reached behind grabbing him around the neck and snap-mared him onto the ring floor. Tony just laid there and didn’t move.
The next fall was about to begin and Tony was in serious trouble. But then he was in serious trouble since before he left the locker room. If he couldn’t pull himself together for this next fall, he would lose the Championship Belt. Forever!!!
Jim once again called for the bell to start the third fall. Tony was still struggling to get up and had only been able to get to his hands and knees. Nick ran across the ring and came up behind Tony and let him have another kick to the balls with his steel-toed boot. Tony collapsed to the canvas. Nick then grabbed Tony by the hair and pulled him to his feet. He got up close to Tony’s ear and whispered to him, “If you thought the first two falls were bad, just wait until you see how I am gonna punish and humiliate you in this fall.” Then Nick turned to the guys in the audience and yelled out, “How bout it guys, you want to have a crack at him?” Every one of them cheered and encouraged Nick.
Nick threw Tony over the top rope and onto the concrete floor. He then climbed through the ropes and jumped down from the ring apron and landed a super knee drop right into Tony’s crotch. He then pulled Tony to his feet and stood behind him trapping Tony in a full-nelson. Once he had the hold secured, he called out to the audience, “OK gentlemen, line up single file. Everybody gets a turn.”
Nick held Tony in that full-nelson while each man in the audience got to take a turn at abusing Tony s bulging crotch. Each man was allowed one shot. Some of them gave Tony a knee to the balls, some cock-punched him and some would apply a cock or ball claw. The abuse was unbearable. Tony was screaming his submission over and over but Jim said, “Sorry man, but you can’t submit to the guys in the audience. They are not official participants of the match. You can only submit to your opponent’s punishment. What these guys are doing to you doesn’t count.”
Tony continued screaming and pleading as each of the thirty men from the audience took their turn. By the time the last man had gotten to the front of the line, Tony was all but out of it. The last guy from the audience stepped up to Tony and knelt down in front of him and began attacking Tony s big cock by biting and chewing on it through his trunks. Tony felt as though someone had shoved his cock into a meat grinder. The pain was so intense that Tony just wanted to pass out. He nearly did but he would not be quite so lucky.
“Now, for the grand finale!!” Nick announced. He dragged Tony up onto the ring apron and got his arms locked up in the top and second ropes. He kicked Tony s feet off the edge of the ring apron so that he was hanging with his arms bound in the ropes - crucifix style. Nick then picked up his gym bag (which he had brought to the ring) and pulled out two long pieces of rope. He tied the end of one piece around Tony s right ankle and the other end to the corner-post stretching his leg out as far as he could. He then repeated this same procedure with the left leg. Tony was now bound and hanging from the ropes spread-eagled facing the audience. His arms and legs were bound very tight so that he could not move an inch.
Nick again went for his gym bag. He looked at Tony and said, “Now ... you fucker, I am really gonna make you pay for cheating me out of my right to be the Intra-mural Champion for the past year.” Nick took a device out of his bag and he slowly walked over and stood in front of the helpless spread-eagled champion. Nick was holding an electro-shock device. Otherwise known as a stun-gun. He held it against the champ s bulging crotch and fired an electric charge right into that big weak muscle-cock. Tony s head snapped back as the pain of the sudden charge of electricity was more than he could bear. Nick hit him with the stun-gun again, but this time he fired the charge into Tony s balls. Tony s head snapped back again from the intense shock. He was trying to speak but he wasn’t making any sense. He was mumbling gibberish. Eventually he managed to squeak out a submission. Nick raised his arms in victory. He was glad now that he had finally stripped this big muscle thug of his Championship title.
Jim then jumped up onto the ring apron to make the official announcement. “The winner of the third fall, (getting three submissions in a row from the former champion), is the NEW Intra-mural Champion, ...Nick Moyer!!”! Jim handed the belt to Nick and raised Nick s arm officially declaring him the winner and New Champion. But Nick still wasn’t satisfied. He went back over to Tony and hit him with the stun gun again. Right in the balls. Tony was now unconscious. His head hung down and laid on his chest. But Nick was still enraged. Even though Tony was completely unconscious he repeatedly kept hitting Tony s cock and balls with that stun-gun. After about six more shots Tony s cock began spewing an enormous amount of cum. It flowed like a river from his cock. There was so much cum that it soaked through his trunks and was dripping onto the floor below where a puddle of hot white juice was laying. ............... Poor Tony. He wasn’t even awake to experience the biggest load that he would ever shoot in his life.
The End?
I don’t know.
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What do you think? Does Tony need to be taught any more lessons?
Or has he had enough?
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