[Crusher was the first author to write stories for my site. Here is part 1 of a 4 part series. Since I am publishing them all at once, I put them in order]
Tony decided to take a much-needed vacation. He only had a couple of days so he wasn’t able to take a big vacation like he wanted to, so he just packed a bag and tossed it into his pick-up truck and took off. Not really heading anywhere in particular. He just wanted to get away from the rat race and relax for a day or two. Maybe just lay up in a motel room and enjoy some peace and quiet with no one to bother him. It wasn’t often that Tony was able to get away what with his heavy schedule in the East American Wrestling Federation. He is a top star and has held several titles. Of course, that wouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone who saw Tony. He is 36 years old and is a massive muscleman. He stands six feet four inches tall and weighs 245 pounds. Ruggedly handsome with short black hair and a mustache and goatee. His muscular chest had a mat of black hair that tapered as it reached down to his belly button. From his belly button, there was a narrow line of black hair extending downward that disappeared beneath the waistband of the form-fitting levis he had on. Tony never wore a shirt unless it was absolutely necessary. He had a great body and he loved to show it off at all times. His chest measured fifty-two inches and his torso tapered in a magnificent V-shape to his thirty-four-inch waist. He has rock hard six-pack abs too. Tony had one more attribute that contributed to his macho-masculinity: that was his massive cock. Few men could boast about having equipment like Tony s. It was a thick six inches long while it was soft and when hard, that bad boy grew to a good ten and a half inches. Tony took a lot of ribbing from guys all of the time about his overstuffed pouch. (Most of the ribbing was just good-natured teasing from his friends but some guys offered crude comments that were not intended to be in fun.) Actually, Tony sort of brings it on himself because even knowing how heavy duty his equipment is - he insists on wearing ‘very thin, ‘very brief spandex trunks when he wrestles and when even when he is just working out. This only draws attention to his bulging basket.
After driving for ten hours Tony decided to start looking for a room for the night. He was coming up on a small town called Emerson. It wasn’t much further to Atlanta but he figured this little town would probably be better anyway. It would be quiet and peaceful. He preferred that to the bustle of the big city. There were several motels along the road-way. Tony stopped at three or four of them before he was able to find a room. The desk clerks told him that there was some kind of big convention in Atlanta and that he would be hard-pressed to find a room anywhere within a hundred-mile radius. This did not please Tony at all. But eventually, he was able to find a motel that had one room left (only because of a No-Show). So, he took the room without question. As he entered the room, he began to unpack his bag and get comfortable. It was late and he wanted to settle in. The first thing he did was to strip down to his jockey briefs. They were blue spandex bikini briefs with an S (Superman Logo) on the crotch. Tony didn’t wear these underpants when he went to the gym or the arena to wrestle because he already took enough teasing and ridicule without having to listen to the guys make fun of his Superman Underwear too. He turned on the television and started flipping channels to see what was on. Of all things, he came across a Wrestling show that was running some recent matches of the EAWF. One of the very things that He was trying to get away from. But for lack of anything better on t.v., he decided to watch the wrestling matches. He stretched out on the bed as he looked at the two men going at it. One of them was Mighty Mark Miller, a friend of his, who was getting the stuffing beat out of him. Tony just sort of snickered and shook his head.
Then there was a knock at the door. Tony went over and looked through the peep-hole but did not see anybody out there. He heard the knock again. Realizing that it was coming from the door that connected to the room next to his. Tony opened the door and there stood a young man who occupied the next room. This guy looked to be about 22 years old and was about five feet seven inches tall and probably went about 150 pounds with dark brown hair and a mustache. He had a lean smooth body. Tony asked, “Can I help you?”
The dude took one look at Tony in his Superman underwear and just rolled his eyes and thought to himself, ‘Oh brother, what the fuck is this?’ After seeing this guy’s reaction, Tony finally became aware of what he was reacting to. He felt embarrassed.
“Listen buddy, I was in my room trying to sleep when all of a sudden you’ve got your television blasting away in here. How about turning the volume down so I can get some sleep?”
Tony apologized to him, “Sure man, I’ll turn it down. I’m really sorry - I didn’t realize that it was so loud.”
Tony walked over to the television to lower the volume and the guy from next door followed him and said, “By the way, my name is Jim.” He saw what Tony had been watching on tv. He spoke up in a sarcastic tone. “WRESTLING?? Oh hell, do you like that kind of stuff, man? I could never understand why two men would want fight each other in their underwear in front of a crowd of people! They must all be faggots or something.”
Tony just sort of stammered and before he could say anything Jim blurted out, “Hey!!! That’s you on there isn’t it?”
Looking back at the television and seeing that they were now showing one of Tony’s matches from last week. Tony said sort of sheepishly “Ah, yeah that’s me.”
Jim spoke in a ridiculing tone. “So, your one of those guys that like to fight in your underwear, huh?”
Tony replied, “I wear wrestling trunks in the ring buddy. What’s wrong with that?”
“I don’t know man, you call em wrestling trunks but they look like underwear to me. What’s the difference? Hey, do you ever fight in those cute little Superman jockeys that you got on now?”
Tony was starting to get tired of listening to Jim’s mouth and said, “Look pal. I’ve wrestled and beaten a lot of guys who were twice your size. I don’t need to listen to this bull shit from you.”
Jim heard the ring announcer on the television referring to Tony as Tuff-Tony. Jim let out a boisterous laugh. “TUFF Tony, huh? Is that what they call you?”
“Yeah, I have earned that title too!!”
Jim starts to eye Tony’s body up and down. “Humph, I guess you think you re tough because of all that muscle you re packin?”
Tony looked Jim right in the eye and said, “I have worked long and hard to build these muscles and I use their strong power to beat up little creeps like you, Scuzball !!!”
Jim didn’t seem to be intimidated by the big muscleman at all. He continued his’verbal assault. “You big muscle guys are strong and tough but you’re not as tough as you think you are.” Even though Tony stood nine inches taller and had nearly a hundred pounds on him, that didn’t stop Jim from running his mouth. “You know? Maybe I’m not even half your size but I can still take you down TUFF-Tony !!”
Tony laughed. “Man, for a little guy, you sure have a big fuckin mouth. You need to go back into your own room before I have to hurt you, boy.”
“You think that I am kidding, don’t you? Jim asked. I’m serious!! Even your big muscle dudes have your weaknesses. I know just how to handle you”.
With that, Tony encouraged Jim OK, let‘s see how you re gonna take me down, you little shit-head.”
Jim caught Tony completely off guard. Before Tony knew what was happening, Jim had an extremely tight grip on the big man’s crotch. “How’s that feel Superman?” Tony stood there wincing in pain as this punk squeezed hard on his cock and balls. Tony’s hands immediately went to his crotch as he tried to pry Jim’s claw hold away from his pouch. The pain was so intense that Tony couldn’t even muster up enough strength to defend himself. Jim held the powerful claw-hold for several minutes. He used his controlling grip on the muscle-stud to maneuver him around and back him up against the wall.
Tony cried out, “Let go, PLEEEEZZZ!!! LET GO!!!”
Jim laughed and then sneered “Not so TUFF now are you Tony? HA!!! TUFF-Tony - my ass.” Then Jim let go of Tony’s package and fired three hard right fists into Tony’s unprepared gut. Tony let out a loud Oooofff!!! as all the wind was forced out of his lungs. He then collapsed to the floor. Jim informed Tony, “I’m gonna have a good time with you tonight TUFF-Tony.”
He looked over at the bed and thought for a minute trying to decide how he would punish and humiliate this faggot wrestler. He then took the pillows from the bed and stacked them in the center of the bed. He went over to the suffering stud and grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to his feet. Tony took a swing at him but he missed. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, there wasn’t much behind his punch. He was still in a lot of pain. Once again Jim grabbed Tony by the cock-bulge and said, “You’re gonna do just what I tell you Muscle-Wimp. Come on. Get over onto the bed”. He tightened his grip as lead Tony over to the bed. He got the muscle man positioned on his back in the center of the bed with the pillows under his ass. This left Tony spread-eagled with his crotch arched higher than the rest of his body. “NOW, we re gonna see if you can live up to your name, and find out just how tough you really are Muscle-Faggot!!”
Tony had never been in a situation like this in his life. He had always been able to control a physical confrontation but no one had ever attacked him quite like this before. Not only was he in severe pain but this was completely humiliating. He was he being dominated by a young punk that was half his size. Tony was a professional wrestler who fought men for a living and this little shit didn’t even have any training. Nevertheless, despite all the advantages that Tony had over this punk, he was completely helpless.
Tony just lay there, spread-eagled -- his muscular chest heaving up and down trying to catch his breath and his crotch arched forward (wide open and vulnerable). Jim got on the bed and positioned himself for his assault. “Now the fun begins!! Let’s see how you like this.” Jim delivered a right fist that connected directly to Tony’s swelling cock. Agonizing pain shot through Tony’s body as he screamed out. “Oh, What’s the matter Tony? I thought you were TUFF!! See I told you that you had a weakness. And I found it stuffed in those little Superman jockey briefs of yours.” He resumed his attack by slapping on another powerful cock-claw. Tony’s body went rigid and began to jerk and convulse.
“Looks like my cock-claw has a paralyzing effect on you. All those muscles that you worked so hard to build aren’t doing you any good now are they? That’s the trouble with you musclemen; You spend hours every day developing and training your muscles to take the punishment in the ring, but you forget about your cock-muscle. That is your weakness. All I have to do is keep working-over your big cock-muscle and you are completely helpless.” He releases the claw for a couple of seconds then drives a fist into Tony’s swelling cock again.
Tony tries to plead with Jim to stop but he is racked with so much pain that he is unable to speak as Jim continues to cock-punch the fuck out of him. After about six hard blows, he paused for a moment. “Face it man, YOU’RE COCK IS WEAK!!! You’ve got no muscle power now. You are not TUFF-Tony any more, you are WEAK-TONY!! And you will continue to be Weak-Tony as long as I control your big cock-muscle. --HA, HA, HA!! Now that I have neutralized you muscle-power, let’s see if we can’t soften up some of those hard muscles.”
He positioned himself on top of Tony face to face and straddled the big man. With that Jim applied a double pec-claw to Tony’s heaving chest. Normally Tony could shake off this kind of punishment but in his weakened state he could only endure the pain. As Jim held his claws in place, he began to do push-ups causing the pressure on Tony’s pecs to be almost unbearable. Tony begged, “Please ....... no more! That’s enough!”
“HA!!!” Jim laughed again. “A little while ago you were going to kick my ass and now look at you. You re begging for me to stop hurting you. Well. sorry pal, I’m not done with you yet.”
Jim repositioned himself so that he was sitting on Tony’s face while he looked down at those beautifully sculptured abs. They were much too tempting to pass up. He began to pummel that six-pack. Left, right, left right - over and over again until there were welts on flesh. He kept this up until he literally beat Tony’s abs to mush. Tony had never experienced pain like this in his entire life. He was dazed and groggy - barely conscious. Jim moved again. He was now standing between Tony’s legs. He raised his foot and gently placed on Tony’s exposed crotch. He began to apply pressure and at the same time was twisting his foot back and forth and though he were putting out a cigarette that he had just dropped to the ground. Tony winced in pain and cried “Come on man, ... please stop ..... I’ve had enough.”
“Oh no Weak-Tony, you haven’t had enough until I decide that you have had enough.” Jim then moved suddenly delivering a knee-drop into the muscleman’s beaten crotch. Out of pure reflex, Tony tried to sit up but his pulverized ab muscles did not have the strength to allow him to do so. “Look at you!! You are pathetic!”
Once again Jim slapped on his powerful cock-claw. Tony squealed, “No please .... not again!! I can’t take any more!”
Jim smiles and taunts his victim as he keeps the pressure on Tony’s swollen cock-muscle. “How do you think this would look to all of your buddies that you wrestle with? I think that they would lose all respect for a big muscle man who can’t even defend himself against a little guy like me that’s less than half you size. COME ON MUSCLE-FAGGOT!!! FIGHT LIKE A MAN!!!” But Tony’s body had once again gone rigid and paralyzed from the effects of Jim’s cock-claw.
He couldn’t move Jim, maintaining the hold kept up with his’verbal abuse. “What’s the matter Weak-Tony? I’ve got all of your muscle power trapped in my vicious cock-claw and you can’t do shit about it.” Jim released the claw and delivered another series of cock-punches to the helpless wrestler. He then decided that since he had this wonderful opportunity, he would take advantage of it. He stood up and began to unbutton the fly of his levis He took his pants and shirt off and climbed on top of Tony’s chest straddling it with his crotch’very close to Tony’s face. “What do ya say Superman? You want some of this?”
He put both of his hands on Tony’s head and pulled Tony’s face into the crotch of his white cotton briefs. Tony attempted to struggle but it was useless. The savage beating that he had been subjected to was just too much. He turned his head away to try to avoid it but Jim’s right fist to the jaw broke any resistance that Tony had. Jim grabbed him by the hair with one hand and forced Tony’s Mouth toward his crotch. Tony did not resist. “Yeah, that’s a good muscle-wimp. You want what I got in my jockey shorts don’t you?”
Tony knew that he had to do something. He definitely did not want to be subjected to this humiliation any further. There was only one thing that he could think of to do, ... so he did it. He bit Jim’s cock right through his underwear. Jim let out a yell and fell off of Tony grabbing his bitten cock with both hands. “You re gonna pay for that you faggot bastard!!!”
Tony was trying to get up but his back was’very stiff from being arched over that pile of pillows for such a long time and he certainly was still suffering the effects of the punishment that he had been subjected to. But Jim recovered quickly and grabbed Tony by the hair and threw him back down forcing him to assume that painful arched position again. Immediately, Jim applied another cock-claw and Tony screamed in agony. “See that, you lousy muscle faggot? You can’t get away. All I gotta do is work on this weak cock-muscle of yours and you are fuckin helpless!!!”
The muscular body went rigid again and began jerking and convulsing as it had done before. “Your muscle-cock is not strong enough to take the punishment. Look at yourself. You’re not a man -- your nothing but a faggot muscle-wimp. Yeah, ... Look at poor Weak-Tony now.”
Tony was trying to speak but it was difficult. He felt as though a bomb had exploded in the crotch of his underwear. But as he struggled, he managed to get the words out. “Let ..... go ...... please ..... can’t .......take ........ it ......... please!”
Jim replied, “Alright, I will let go if you ask me properly. Say, Please Sir, don’t beat up my big muscle-cock anymore.”
Tony shook his head indicating that he was not about to subject himself to that humiliation. Jim increased the pressure on his cock-claw and said, “SAY IT, You Asshole, SAY IT!!!”
Tony could not take it anymore. He had no choice so he said it as instructed. Jim released the hold and threw an incredible cock-punch into the beaten stud’s crotch for good measure.
“Now, tell me that you are not TUFF-Tony any more .... that your new name is Weak-Tony and that you are just a big muscle faggot.”
Tony did not do as ordered so Jim once more slapped that cock-claw on Tony’s already destroyed meat. As before, Tony’s body went rigid and began to jerk and quiver. “SAY IT YOU COCK SUCKING MUSCLE FAGGOT!!!”
“OK, OK, I’ll say it just please let go.” As soon as Tony repeated the words Jim released the claw.
“Oh, just one more thing that you need to admit to Tony-boy, I want you to say - I submit to your superior manhood My strength and power is useless because my big muscle-cock is weak.”
When Tony did not reply immediately, he began another series of cock-punches until Tony begged him to stop and he agreed to say it. “Let’s hear it boy!!!”
Tony spoke, “I submit to your superior manhood. My strength and power is useless because my big muscle-cock is weak.”
“OK Tony, that’s a good little muscle faggot. Now there is still the unfinished business of you servicing my cock.”
Tony just looked at Jim all dazed and half out of it and slightly nodded his head and muttered, “yes sir” in a humble voice.
Jim took Tony by the hair and dragged him off of the bed and onto the floor. He got Tony onto his knees and ordered him to kiss his cock and balls through his underwear. Tony did as ordered without hesitation. Jim then told him, “Take my jockey shorts off of me boy! Now, suck that cock boy!! Yeah, ... suck it good.”
And Tony did suck it good too. “Damn!!! you re goooooood!! You’ve done this before. Yeah, I knew you were a muscle faggot. And you are a good little cock-sucker too.” Finally, Jim felt the stirring in his balls. It was time for release. He let out a yell of pleasure as gobs and gobs of thick white cum shot into Tony’s mouth. Jim pulled his cock out and let the last three or four shots of cum squirt all over Tony’s face.
Jim looked down and said, “Well. well .......if this isn’t a sight!” He took Tony by the hair again and threw him back onto the bed. “And now Muscle-Faggot, for your final humiliation, I want you to reach into those Superman trunks of yours and pull that weak muscle-cock out and jack-it -off. And look me in the eye while you do it.”
Tony hesitated. Jim slapped that torturous cock-claw onto Tony’s cock and it had the usual effect on him. “OK, OK, please stop. I’ll do it.”
Jim released his claw and Tony slowly slipped his hand down into the front of his underpants and pulled out his massive erect muscle-cock. He looked Jim in the eye and began jacking off as instructed. It took only a minute or two before Tony began to moan. Maintaining eye contact with Jim he shot a load of cum that Jim could not believe.
“Damn!!! I ain’t never seen a man juice like that before!!!” Tony must have shot at least a dozen powerful bursts of cum all over his chest and some even landed on his own face. “You must have pumped out a gallon of cum there boy!!” Tony just laid on the bed in total exhaustion with his eyes closed. “I gotta hand it to you Tony. You endured more than most men could have. But let this be a lesson to you. Just because you are a big muscle dude ......... you ain’t all that tough.”
Jim then turned and walked over toward the door that lead back to his room. He turned back to Tony and said, “Hey Tony! Look here.”
Tony opened his eyes and what he saw terrified him. Standing next to Jim was Nasty Nick Moyer, a wrestler with the EAWF. He and Tony had a long running feud going. It turns out that Jim is Nick’s little brother and they had followed Tony to this motel. It was sheer luck that they ended up getting a connecting room. Nick’s presence was bad enough but what really had Tony alarmed was the fact that Nick was holding a video camera.
Nick was laughing hysterically. Finally, he gained his composure enough to tell Tony, “Man, are the guys back at the EAWF gonna love seein this. What do ya think Tony? When they see you being physically and sexually controlled by a dude that is 14 years younger, about 9 inches shorter and nearly a hundred pounds lighter. -- they are going to howl. Also, all of those guys will know your weakness too. You’re finished!! I’ve finally beaten you. You’ll never be able to win another match again. That is if you got the guts to even show your face in the EAWF again. If you do, all your opponent has to do is go to work on that weak muscle-cock of yours.” Nick and Jim turned and left the battered muscle stud to think about the events of this evening and how they were going to affect his future.
-- The End?
TUFF-TONY’S LESSON
by Crusher
Tony decided to take a much-needed vacation. He only had a couple of days so he wasn’t able to take a big vacation like he wanted to, so he just packed a bag and tossed it into his pick-up truck and took off. Not really heading anywhere in particular. He just wanted to get away from the rat race and relax for a day or two. Maybe just lay up in a motel room and enjoy some peace and quiet with no one to bother him. It wasn’t often that Tony was able to get away what with his heavy schedule in the East American Wrestling Federation. He is a top star and has held several titles. Of course, that wouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone who saw Tony. He is 36 years old and is a massive muscleman. He stands six feet four inches tall and weighs 245 pounds. Ruggedly handsome with short black hair and a mustache and goatee. His muscular chest had a mat of black hair that tapered as it reached down to his belly button. From his belly button, there was a narrow line of black hair extending downward that disappeared beneath the waistband of the form-fitting levis he had on. Tony never wore a shirt unless it was absolutely necessary. He had a great body and he loved to show it off at all times. His chest measured fifty-two inches and his torso tapered in a magnificent V-shape to his thirty-four-inch waist. He has rock hard six-pack abs too. Tony had one more attribute that contributed to his macho-masculinity: that was his massive cock. Few men could boast about having equipment like Tony s. It was a thick six inches long while it was soft and when hard, that bad boy grew to a good ten and a half inches. Tony took a lot of ribbing from guys all of the time about his overstuffed pouch. (Most of the ribbing was just good-natured teasing from his friends but some guys offered crude comments that were not intended to be in fun.) Actually, Tony sort of brings it on himself because even knowing how heavy duty his equipment is - he insists on wearing ‘very thin, ‘very brief spandex trunks when he wrestles and when even when he is just working out. This only draws attention to his bulging basket.
After driving for ten hours Tony decided to start looking for a room for the night. He was coming up on a small town called Emerson. It wasn’t much further to Atlanta but he figured this little town would probably be better anyway. It would be quiet and peaceful. He preferred that to the bustle of the big city. There were several motels along the road-way. Tony stopped at three or four of them before he was able to find a room. The desk clerks told him that there was some kind of big convention in Atlanta and that he would be hard-pressed to find a room anywhere within a hundred-mile radius. This did not please Tony at all. But eventually, he was able to find a motel that had one room left (only because of a No-Show). So, he took the room without question. As he entered the room, he began to unpack his bag and get comfortable. It was late and he wanted to settle in. The first thing he did was to strip down to his jockey briefs. They were blue spandex bikini briefs with an S (Superman Logo) on the crotch. Tony didn’t wear these underpants when he went to the gym or the arena to wrestle because he already took enough teasing and ridicule without having to listen to the guys make fun of his Superman Underwear too. He turned on the television and started flipping channels to see what was on. Of all things, he came across a Wrestling show that was running some recent matches of the EAWF. One of the very things that He was trying to get away from. But for lack of anything better on t.v., he decided to watch the wrestling matches. He stretched out on the bed as he looked at the two men going at it. One of them was Mighty Mark Miller, a friend of his, who was getting the stuffing beat out of him. Tony just sort of snickered and shook his head.
Then there was a knock at the door. Tony went over and looked through the peep-hole but did not see anybody out there. He heard the knock again. Realizing that it was coming from the door that connected to the room next to his. Tony opened the door and there stood a young man who occupied the next room. This guy looked to be about 22 years old and was about five feet seven inches tall and probably went about 150 pounds with dark brown hair and a mustache. He had a lean smooth body. Tony asked, “Can I help you?”
The dude took one look at Tony in his Superman underwear and just rolled his eyes and thought to himself, ‘Oh brother, what the fuck is this?’ After seeing this guy’s reaction, Tony finally became aware of what he was reacting to. He felt embarrassed.
“Listen buddy, I was in my room trying to sleep when all of a sudden you’ve got your television blasting away in here. How about turning the volume down so I can get some sleep?”
Tony apologized to him, “Sure man, I’ll turn it down. I’m really sorry - I didn’t realize that it was so loud.”
Tony walked over to the television to lower the volume and the guy from next door followed him and said, “By the way, my name is Jim.” He saw what Tony had been watching on tv. He spoke up in a sarcastic tone. “WRESTLING?? Oh hell, do you like that kind of stuff, man? I could never understand why two men would want fight each other in their underwear in front of a crowd of people! They must all be faggots or something.”
Tony just sort of stammered and before he could say anything Jim blurted out, “Hey!!! That’s you on there isn’t it?”
Looking back at the television and seeing that they were now showing one of Tony’s matches from last week. Tony said sort of sheepishly “Ah, yeah that’s me.”
Jim spoke in a ridiculing tone. “So, your one of those guys that like to fight in your underwear, huh?”
Tony replied, “I wear wrestling trunks in the ring buddy. What’s wrong with that?”
“I don’t know man, you call em wrestling trunks but they look like underwear to me. What’s the difference? Hey, do you ever fight in those cute little Superman jockeys that you got on now?”
Tony was starting to get tired of listening to Jim’s mouth and said, “Look pal. I’ve wrestled and beaten a lot of guys who were twice your size. I don’t need to listen to this bull shit from you.”
Jim heard the ring announcer on the television referring to Tony as Tuff-Tony. Jim let out a boisterous laugh. “TUFF Tony, huh? Is that what they call you?”
“Yeah, I have earned that title too!!”
Jim starts to eye Tony’s body up and down. “Humph, I guess you think you re tough because of all that muscle you re packin?”
Tony looked Jim right in the eye and said, “I have worked long and hard to build these muscles and I use their strong power to beat up little creeps like you, Scuzball !!!”
Jim didn’t seem to be intimidated by the big muscleman at all. He continued his’verbal assault. “You big muscle guys are strong and tough but you’re not as tough as you think you are.” Even though Tony stood nine inches taller and had nearly a hundred pounds on him, that didn’t stop Jim from running his mouth. “You know? Maybe I’m not even half your size but I can still take you down TUFF-Tony !!”
Tony laughed. “Man, for a little guy, you sure have a big fuckin mouth. You need to go back into your own room before I have to hurt you, boy.”
“You think that I am kidding, don’t you? Jim asked. I’m serious!! Even your big muscle dudes have your weaknesses. I know just how to handle you”.
With that, Tony encouraged Jim OK, let‘s see how you re gonna take me down, you little shit-head.”
Jim caught Tony completely off guard. Before Tony knew what was happening, Jim had an extremely tight grip on the big man’s crotch. “How’s that feel Superman?” Tony stood there wincing in pain as this punk squeezed hard on his cock and balls. Tony’s hands immediately went to his crotch as he tried to pry Jim’s claw hold away from his pouch. The pain was so intense that Tony couldn’t even muster up enough strength to defend himself. Jim held the powerful claw-hold for several minutes. He used his controlling grip on the muscle-stud to maneuver him around and back him up against the wall.
Tony cried out, “Let go, PLEEEEZZZ!!! LET GO!!!”
Jim laughed and then sneered “Not so TUFF now are you Tony? HA!!! TUFF-Tony - my ass.” Then Jim let go of Tony’s package and fired three hard right fists into Tony’s unprepared gut. Tony let out a loud Oooofff!!! as all the wind was forced out of his lungs. He then collapsed to the floor. Jim informed Tony, “I’m gonna have a good time with you tonight TUFF-Tony.”
He looked over at the bed and thought for a minute trying to decide how he would punish and humiliate this faggot wrestler. He then took the pillows from the bed and stacked them in the center of the bed. He went over to the suffering stud and grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to his feet. Tony took a swing at him but he missed. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, there wasn’t much behind his punch. He was still in a lot of pain. Once again Jim grabbed Tony by the cock-bulge and said, “You’re gonna do just what I tell you Muscle-Wimp. Come on. Get over onto the bed”. He tightened his grip as lead Tony over to the bed. He got the muscle man positioned on his back in the center of the bed with the pillows under his ass. This left Tony spread-eagled with his crotch arched higher than the rest of his body. “NOW, we re gonna see if you can live up to your name, and find out just how tough you really are Muscle-Faggot!!”
Tony had never been in a situation like this in his life. He had always been able to control a physical confrontation but no one had ever attacked him quite like this before. Not only was he in severe pain but this was completely humiliating. He was he being dominated by a young punk that was half his size. Tony was a professional wrestler who fought men for a living and this little shit didn’t even have any training. Nevertheless, despite all the advantages that Tony had over this punk, he was completely helpless.
Tony just lay there, spread-eagled -- his muscular chest heaving up and down trying to catch his breath and his crotch arched forward (wide open and vulnerable). Jim got on the bed and positioned himself for his assault. “Now the fun begins!! Let’s see how you like this.” Jim delivered a right fist that connected directly to Tony’s swelling cock. Agonizing pain shot through Tony’s body as he screamed out. “Oh, What’s the matter Tony? I thought you were TUFF!! See I told you that you had a weakness. And I found it stuffed in those little Superman jockey briefs of yours.” He resumed his attack by slapping on another powerful cock-claw. Tony’s body went rigid and began to jerk and convulse.
“Looks like my cock-claw has a paralyzing effect on you. All those muscles that you worked so hard to build aren’t doing you any good now are they? That’s the trouble with you musclemen; You spend hours every day developing and training your muscles to take the punishment in the ring, but you forget about your cock-muscle. That is your weakness. All I have to do is keep working-over your big cock-muscle and you are completely helpless.” He releases the claw for a couple of seconds then drives a fist into Tony’s swelling cock again.
Tony tries to plead with Jim to stop but he is racked with so much pain that he is unable to speak as Jim continues to cock-punch the fuck out of him. After about six hard blows, he paused for a moment. “Face it man, YOU’RE COCK IS WEAK!!! You’ve got no muscle power now. You are not TUFF-Tony any more, you are WEAK-TONY!! And you will continue to be Weak-Tony as long as I control your big cock-muscle. --HA, HA, HA!! Now that I have neutralized you muscle-power, let’s see if we can’t soften up some of those hard muscles.”
He positioned himself on top of Tony face to face and straddled the big man. With that Jim applied a double pec-claw to Tony’s heaving chest. Normally Tony could shake off this kind of punishment but in his weakened state he could only endure the pain. As Jim held his claws in place, he began to do push-ups causing the pressure on Tony’s pecs to be almost unbearable. Tony begged, “Please ....... no more! That’s enough!”
“HA!!!” Jim laughed again. “A little while ago you were going to kick my ass and now look at you. You re begging for me to stop hurting you. Well. sorry pal, I’m not done with you yet.”
Jim repositioned himself so that he was sitting on Tony’s face while he looked down at those beautifully sculptured abs. They were much too tempting to pass up. He began to pummel that six-pack. Left, right, left right - over and over again until there were welts on flesh. He kept this up until he literally beat Tony’s abs to mush. Tony had never experienced pain like this in his entire life. He was dazed and groggy - barely conscious. Jim moved again. He was now standing between Tony’s legs. He raised his foot and gently placed on Tony’s exposed crotch. He began to apply pressure and at the same time was twisting his foot back and forth and though he were putting out a cigarette that he had just dropped to the ground. Tony winced in pain and cried “Come on man, ... please stop ..... I’ve had enough.”
“Oh no Weak-Tony, you haven’t had enough until I decide that you have had enough.” Jim then moved suddenly delivering a knee-drop into the muscleman’s beaten crotch. Out of pure reflex, Tony tried to sit up but his pulverized ab muscles did not have the strength to allow him to do so. “Look at you!! You are pathetic!”
Once again Jim slapped on his powerful cock-claw. Tony squealed, “No please .... not again!! I can’t take any more!”
Jim smiles and taunts his victim as he keeps the pressure on Tony’s swollen cock-muscle. “How do you think this would look to all of your buddies that you wrestle with? I think that they would lose all respect for a big muscle man who can’t even defend himself against a little guy like me that’s less than half you size. COME ON MUSCLE-FAGGOT!!! FIGHT LIKE A MAN!!!” But Tony’s body had once again gone rigid and paralyzed from the effects of Jim’s cock-claw.
He couldn’t move Jim, maintaining the hold kept up with his’verbal abuse. “What’s the matter Weak-Tony? I’ve got all of your muscle power trapped in my vicious cock-claw and you can’t do shit about it.” Jim released the claw and delivered another series of cock-punches to the helpless wrestler. He then decided that since he had this wonderful opportunity, he would take advantage of it. He stood up and began to unbutton the fly of his levis He took his pants and shirt off and climbed on top of Tony’s chest straddling it with his crotch’very close to Tony’s face. “What do ya say Superman? You want some of this?”
He put both of his hands on Tony’s head and pulled Tony’s face into the crotch of his white cotton briefs. Tony attempted to struggle but it was useless. The savage beating that he had been subjected to was just too much. He turned his head away to try to avoid it but Jim’s right fist to the jaw broke any resistance that Tony had. Jim grabbed him by the hair with one hand and forced Tony’s Mouth toward his crotch. Tony did not resist. “Yeah, that’s a good muscle-wimp. You want what I got in my jockey shorts don’t you?”
Tony knew that he had to do something. He definitely did not want to be subjected to this humiliation any further. There was only one thing that he could think of to do, ... so he did it. He bit Jim’s cock right through his underwear. Jim let out a yell and fell off of Tony grabbing his bitten cock with both hands. “You re gonna pay for that you faggot bastard!!!”
Tony was trying to get up but his back was’very stiff from being arched over that pile of pillows for such a long time and he certainly was still suffering the effects of the punishment that he had been subjected to. But Jim recovered quickly and grabbed Tony by the hair and threw him back down forcing him to assume that painful arched position again. Immediately, Jim applied another cock-claw and Tony screamed in agony. “See that, you lousy muscle faggot? You can’t get away. All I gotta do is work on this weak cock-muscle of yours and you are fuckin helpless!!!”
The muscular body went rigid again and began jerking and convulsing as it had done before. “Your muscle-cock is not strong enough to take the punishment. Look at yourself. You’re not a man -- your nothing but a faggot muscle-wimp. Yeah, ... Look at poor Weak-Tony now.”
Tony was trying to speak but it was difficult. He felt as though a bomb had exploded in the crotch of his underwear. But as he struggled, he managed to get the words out. “Let ..... go ...... please ..... can’t .......take ........ it ......... please!”
Jim replied, “Alright, I will let go if you ask me properly. Say, Please Sir, don’t beat up my big muscle-cock anymore.”
Tony shook his head indicating that he was not about to subject himself to that humiliation. Jim increased the pressure on his cock-claw and said, “SAY IT, You Asshole, SAY IT!!!”
Tony could not take it anymore. He had no choice so he said it as instructed. Jim released the hold and threw an incredible cock-punch into the beaten stud’s crotch for good measure.
“Now, tell me that you are not TUFF-Tony any more .... that your new name is Weak-Tony and that you are just a big muscle faggot.”
Tony did not do as ordered so Jim once more slapped that cock-claw on Tony’s already destroyed meat. As before, Tony’s body went rigid and began to jerk and quiver. “SAY IT YOU COCK SUCKING MUSCLE FAGGOT!!!”
“OK, OK, I’ll say it just please let go.” As soon as Tony repeated the words Jim released the claw.
“Oh, just one more thing that you need to admit to Tony-boy, I want you to say - I submit to your superior manhood My strength and power is useless because my big muscle-cock is weak.”
When Tony did not reply immediately, he began another series of cock-punches until Tony begged him to stop and he agreed to say it. “Let’s hear it boy!!!”
Tony spoke, “I submit to your superior manhood. My strength and power is useless because my big muscle-cock is weak.”
“OK Tony, that’s a good little muscle faggot. Now there is still the unfinished business of you servicing my cock.”
Tony just looked at Jim all dazed and half out of it and slightly nodded his head and muttered, “yes sir” in a humble voice.
Jim took Tony by the hair and dragged him off of the bed and onto the floor. He got Tony onto his knees and ordered him to kiss his cock and balls through his underwear. Tony did as ordered without hesitation. Jim then told him, “Take my jockey shorts off of me boy! Now, suck that cock boy!! Yeah, ... suck it good.”
And Tony did suck it good too. “Damn!!! you re goooooood!! You’ve done this before. Yeah, I knew you were a muscle faggot. And you are a good little cock-sucker too.” Finally, Jim felt the stirring in his balls. It was time for release. He let out a yell of pleasure as gobs and gobs of thick white cum shot into Tony’s mouth. Jim pulled his cock out and let the last three or four shots of cum squirt all over Tony’s face.
Jim looked down and said, “Well. well .......if this isn’t a sight!” He took Tony by the hair again and threw him back onto the bed. “And now Muscle-Faggot, for your final humiliation, I want you to reach into those Superman trunks of yours and pull that weak muscle-cock out and jack-it -off. And look me in the eye while you do it.”
Tony hesitated. Jim slapped that torturous cock-claw onto Tony’s cock and it had the usual effect on him. “OK, OK, please stop. I’ll do it.”
Jim released his claw and Tony slowly slipped his hand down into the front of his underpants and pulled out his massive erect muscle-cock. He looked Jim in the eye and began jacking off as instructed. It took only a minute or two before Tony began to moan. Maintaining eye contact with Jim he shot a load of cum that Jim could not believe.
“Damn!!! I ain’t never seen a man juice like that before!!!” Tony must have shot at least a dozen powerful bursts of cum all over his chest and some even landed on his own face. “You must have pumped out a gallon of cum there boy!!” Tony just laid on the bed in total exhaustion with his eyes closed. “I gotta hand it to you Tony. You endured more than most men could have. But let this be a lesson to you. Just because you are a big muscle dude ......... you ain’t all that tough.”
Jim then turned and walked over toward the door that lead back to his room. He turned back to Tony and said, “Hey Tony! Look here.”
Tony opened his eyes and what he saw terrified him. Standing next to Jim was Nasty Nick Moyer, a wrestler with the EAWF. He and Tony had a long running feud going. It turns out that Jim is Nick’s little brother and they had followed Tony to this motel. It was sheer luck that they ended up getting a connecting room. Nick’s presence was bad enough but what really had Tony alarmed was the fact that Nick was holding a video camera.
Nick was laughing hysterically. Finally, he gained his composure enough to tell Tony, “Man, are the guys back at the EAWF gonna love seein this. What do ya think Tony? When they see you being physically and sexually controlled by a dude that is 14 years younger, about 9 inches shorter and nearly a hundred pounds lighter. -- they are going to howl. Also, all of those guys will know your weakness too. You’re finished!! I’ve finally beaten you. You’ll never be able to win another match again. That is if you got the guts to even show your face in the EAWF again. If you do, all your opponent has to do is go to work on that weak muscle-cock of yours.” Nick and Jim turned and left the battered muscle stud to think about the events of this evening and how they were going to affect his future.
-- The End?
This will probably forever be my favorite of these stories. Crusher had a way with making that kind of humiliation an outstanding affair.
ReplyDeleteThe fact that Tony speaks so politely and is trying to be rational and mindful of this guy puts him as the kind of down to Earth person who you'd expect to normally win in this scenario. He's not cartoonishly cocky or overconfident, just very matter of fact about his talent. Most stories would have him win this altercation because of that. But then, to just see him get wrecked and emasculated by someone who isn't even a professional, just excites me up like crazy.
Really wish I could have seen this one continue past 4 parts. I believe he also did the Big Brother to the Rescue story too, which had a very similar character. Just a guy who was good at what he did, and knew it, but wasn't a jerk about it, getting demolished by an amateur.
Those will always be my favorite kinds of stories. I understand why so many stories have jerks getting beaten but I've always been the kind of guy who loves seeing people go against that and have the jerk win.
I hope to see more from him one day but I have my doubts it'll happen.
Glad that you liked it. It is fun re-posting some of these stories. Big Brother to the Rescue will be posted at some point. I am having a hard time deciding how many old stories to publish at a time mixed in with the new stuff. They tend to get lost in the shuffle. That is why I have the author's pages at the top, to try and help separate things out.
ReplyDeleteWould love to have a true web-site like I did before, but for now that is just too much work.
Hope you are also liking some of the new stuff. I know have always been noted as being too violent, so stories toned down a little.
Will be posting some of Gym Dude's old stories soon as well.
Thanks for the post! Yours and Crushers stories were my favorite from the global fight story websites so I'm glad you start posting them here as it's easier to access than that sight. I also agree with Cuckoo, I love those type of stories and wish there was a sequel to that story. I also love your battle royal story as well, any chance of that getting uploaded soon?
ReplyDeleteSince you requested it, I shall try to publish the battle royal stories as soon as possible. due to some computer loses, I have had to "retrieve" my stories from around the web. I have to reformat them and then upload them again. Also, I am trying not to "overload" everyone and publish too much as once.
DeleteI think its funny, when I look at all the stories how many there really are. I am ashamed to admit that I forgot that Mr. Phil wrote his stories for my site back in the day!!!!
So yes to battle royal soon.