Mangler's Wrestling Stories

A series of stories written by myself (Mangler) and other authors. Most of these are reposts from my previous webpage, but there are some new stories as well. To easily navigate by author, simply click on the links below.

Comments on the stories are always appreciated.

Thursday, April 30, 2020

Gym Adventures 1: A Day At The Gym

[for all you Gym Dude fans, here is a brand new adventure, fresh off the press, with a promise of more chapters to come]


Gym Adventures I: A Day At The Gym

Gym Dude

GD 4/25/2020

Like most of us, I have my normal routine.  I get up, fix a protein shake, loosen up, grab my bag and head for the gym.  I check-in, greet anyone there and head to the lockers.  Minutes later I warm-up and hit the weights.  My routine got all screwed up today and I really didn’t mind.  I’m still processing what went on.


Monday, April 27, 2020

Samson vs Skull -- The Deciding Match


Samson vs Skull – The Deciding Match

By

The Mangler



Tonight’s main match at the Redneck Arena was the third meeting between the two combatants, Samson and Skull.  Their rivalry went back many years and their first match was the impetus for the formation of the Redneck Arena.  The fans had gotten involved after the match, and although Samson had won, he was subjected to abuse at the hands of the fan – a fairly common occurrence in this league, but usually reserved for the loser.  (for more details see Redneck Arena History).  Each had won one of their previous matches, the last was won by Skull about one month before (see Samson vs Skull – the Rematch).  So, while this would be the “deciding” match, the rivalry between these two was such that it probably wasn’t the last match.  And their ring battles were always very intense.


Friday, April 24, 2020

The Campout II


The Campout II

By

Gym Dude

Every day I hit my gym like a madman.  Not that I ever lacked motivation but that package of pictures I got from Claw Boy last winter continues to serve as a clear reminder that I need to be in the best condition possible or face a major ass kicking.  Every time I strain for just one more rep, I picture in my mind what Claw Boy is doing right now.  How much bigger has he become since those pictures were taken?  How many men has he pounded into pulp as he trains harder and harder to face me in August?  I am approaching 30 and must fight for every pound of muscle I gain while Claw Boy is still 19 and just hitting his prime athletic years.


Thursday, April 23, 2020

Going Shopping V -- the final


Going Shopping V The Garage

by

Gym Dude

I woke the next morning and damn, I hurt all over. The studs on the wrestling team had done what they do best. As I struggled to get out of bed I saw the gray shirt hanging across a chair. Only the last line was showing: WRESTLING ME IS HAZARDOUS TO YOUR HEALTH. I remembered how funny I thought that was at first.


Wednesday, April 22, 2020

The Letter (between Campout and Campout II)

(This is part II of the campout series)


The Letter
by
Gym Dude

Twenty-three, twenty-four .. and .... twen-ty ... Five!!! YEAH!!! I squeezed out the last rep on the bench. Three sets at 335! I still got it!

Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Going Shopping IV


Going Shopping IV-- The Park-Round 3

by Gym Dude

About a week after the mall incident, I ran into my wrestling victim and a few of his wrestle buddies in the park. A challenge was made to take on three remaining healthy wrestlers in one-on-one competition. I need to beat two of them to win the shirt and put an end to this confrontation. I started off by beating the shit out of a 200-pound wrestler and was on my way taking down their 215-pound champion but the son-of-a-bitch caught me napping and crushed me into submission with his incredibly powerful body scissors and bear hug combination.


Monday, April 20, 2020

Going Shopping III




Going Shopping III

by Gym Dude

About a week after the incident at the mall, I ran into my wrestling victim and a few of his buddies in the park. A challenge was made to take on three remaining healthy wrestlers in one-on-one competition with an agreement that if I can take out two of the three wrestlers, I keep the shirt and we declare this whole thing over. So far, I beat the shit out of their 200-pound wrestler and left him screaming in the dirt! Cool!


Sunday, April 19, 2020

Punk's Vengeance


Punk's Vengeance
by The Mangler

  
Scott studied himself in the mirror. “Looking good you stud you”, he said out loud. He had just finished dressing for his match tonight and indeed was looking pretty good. Scott was 36 years old, stood 6'2", weighed in at 230 solid muscular pounds. He had wide shoulders a 46-inch chest which tapered to a 32-inch waist. His wrestling trunks for tonight were black with a bright red strip running from right to left – his “lucky” trunks. His pectoral muscles stood out proud and hard, covered with a thick coat of dark black hair. His nipples were lost in the covering but if they could be seen were quarter sized and very firm. The chest on his hair tapered down to a single line that ran down the abdomen and disappeared into his trunks. Underneath the trunks, the hair splayed out thick and dark. The bulge in his trunks hinted at quite a nice “package” – one which none of his lady friends complained about at all. In two weeks, he would be wrestling for the championship belt. Tonight, he was wrestling in a bout against a young punk by the name of Jason. The match was designed to pump up Scott before the big match and also to put Jason and all the young hot shots in the league back in their places.

Saturday, April 18, 2020

Beach Bash


“Beach Bash”

By Mangler



The guys of Tau Kappa Epsilon (TKE) had initially come to town for spring break – and had a blast. While there, they learned there was a beach wrestling tournament in the city every year in May after most of the crowd had left. In order to compete, each wrestler had to cough up 5000 dollars, but the winner got ALL the money while everyone else got nothing. There were three divisions – 200 - 230#’s, 170- 199#’s and 140-169#’s. After some discussion, the five guys returned to town and had their star wrestler, Matt, enter the tournament. It would be a quick way to pick up some serious cash IF Matt could win – and of that, they had no doubt. Matt stood just a little over 6' tall, weighed in at 210 rock-solid pounds, had a massive upper body that tailored down into a slim waist – and was drop-dead gorgeous as well. Matt had an ego to go with his body, but so far had lived up to it. Matt didn’t have money yet, so each guy agreed to put up 1000 dollars.

Friday, April 17, 2020

Spring Break Nightmare


Spring Break Nightmare

by The Mangler



The barbell rose slowly to its full height. The muscular arms trembled with the heavy weights. The big 19" biceps bulged as the weights were slowly lowered until coming into contact with the sweating, hairy, shirtless chest. Even more slowly the bar began the final ascent, pausing briefly halfway as the arms and the weights battled for supremacy before the arms won out. The bar was returned to the rack accompanied by a loud grunt and the sweating figure jumped to his full 6'2" height. He turned to check himself in the full-length wall mirror and pumped his right bicep to its full mass. "Look at it and weep, wimps," he called out loud although the room was empty. Just a minor detail of absolutely no importance to Jerry.

Thursday, April 16, 2020

Manlger Weekend

Starting tomorrow morning, I will be posting one previously written Mangler story.  Next week, I will post a series of Gym Dude stories to complete the two series that are already partially up.

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

The Bees vs C&M




The Bees vs C&M

By

The Mangler



“Are you fucking crazy?  What in the hell makes you think I want to get into the middle of that mess?  The twins are already pissed off at me and knowing the Choirboy and Tim the ref, err, The Missile Man, what a stupid ass name anyway, and their hatred of the twins they’re probably aiming for the ref as well.  Just make it a damned no holds barred match and get it over with,” Alex screamed at the commissioner for the Redneck Arena.

Sunday, April 12, 2020

Big Brother to the Rescue


Big Brother to the Rescue!

By

Crusher


Vinnie is a senior in high school.  He was enjoying his senior year very much.  He had lots of things going on.  His best friend is Chal Caplin.  Chal’s father owned a public gym in town.  The gym was closed on Sundays, so he permitted Chal and his buddies to use the facilities when they were closed.  Vinnie, Chal and the gang would get together every Sunday and spend the better part of the day at Cap’s Gym.  They loved to pretend that they were professional wrestlers and they would have match after match in the ring.  Vinnie however, was considerably smaller than the rest of the guys.  They were all juniors and seniors in high school and were 18 years old.  But Vinnie was only five feet five inches tall and weighed 135 pounds.  He had dark hair and eyes and was beginning to show some hair on his chest.  Both of his parents were of Italian heritage and you could tell just to look at him that he was Italian.  He was a handsome young lad.  Most of the other guys were anywhere from five feet nine to six feet two inches tall and weighed in around 165 to 200 pounds.  So, you can imagine what Vinnie was up against.


Saturday, April 11, 2020

Other Websites




Hope you guys have been enjoying the story a day posting for this week.  Tomorrow will the last story posted out of that group.  I will be posting a new Mangler Story early next week.  Probably on Tuesday.  It is a story set in the Redneck Arena universe.  

In the meantime, check out the following websites:  some of my favorites
(note:  I have not included any sites that produce wrestling videos in this list.  That will be another post in the future)


     Did you enjoy Dynasty or Knots Landing??  Then you should love The Cave.  It is a gay soap opera set in the wrestling world.  There are around 194 stories presently on the site (give or take, I lost count trying to count-- and me a former Math major).  Alex does an EXCELLENT job of creating a universe and weaving his characters through it. I first discovered his writings back around 2012 or 2013 when he was posting on a different website.  I loved the Cave 1-3 so much that I had them copied to my hard drive.  He was also doing his route 69 series (I think) at that time, but I wasn't as much into as I am now.  I lost contact with the site, due to a thing called life, but recently rediscovered his writings.  Truthfully, I still haven't caught up with all of them but it gives me something to do.  Check it out.  (Yes, I realize that most of my traffic comes from his site, but for those who come from other places GO TO HIS SITE.).  He also reviews videos from underground wrestling companies.  I have found a couple of new favorites due to his reviews. 


      It seems like I have been visiting this site forever, but it’s only been around since 2009.  I remember when I first found this site, I had stumbled onto his index page.  I could then look up posts that corresponded to my favorites (low blows, foreign objects, tag teaming --surprise, huh).  I recently started visiting more regularly.  He also does reviews of matches, both underground and ("above ground" ??), mainstream. He has many posts from the 70's and 80's which are my favs.  


     At first, I thought this was a newer site for me, but then realized that I had visited it in the past but not often.  He does reviews of matches, styles, what turns him on and photo narratives.  Today, I just found out that he has some stories from when his blog first started.  Haven't had a chance to look them up but they are on the list.


     One of the first sites I discovered on tumblr.  I describe his postings as photo stories about themes that he likes.  Of course, he has been having trouble with tumblr and his "adult" site.  Folks there is nothing "adult" about this in terms of nudity, sex or anything else.  The only explanation is that it is about the "homoerotic" suggestions.  Can we all say BULLSHIT together.  He has recently moved to blogger and has started some new posts.  I LOVE his "ask me" posts. And no, I did not "steal" his “around the web” idea from his last post (SMILE).  I have been working on this post for a while and he just beat me to it.



     Well the title just about sums it all up.  He blogs about Jobber Humiliation.  His posts are a combination of reviews, real life events, and fictional stories.  His stories are right up my alley most of the time.  Recently he has been featuring a guest writer named Ringdogggg.  For those of you who haven't encountered ringdogggg, he writes way over the top stories about jobbers getting beat up.  Some of his scenarios are pretty outrageous, but they aren't meant to be taken too seriously.  Some of his stuff is adult oriented but clearly involves only adults.   

 As anyone who has read my stories will be aware, I like themes of ballbusting and CBT.  So, unsurprisingly, there are two websites that I particularly like around these themes:


     Well the name pretty well says it all.  Jayse writes some new stuff and he also takes other's stories and "alters" them more to this theme.  Whenever he uses other's stories, he almost always posts the original and he ALWAYS gives credit to the original author.  I have several stories that he has adapted and have no problem with that.  What I DO HATE, is when someone take my story (or anyone else’s) and then passes it off as his own. Not cool.   These stories range from mild (rare) to brutal (often) to extremely violent.  So, this site isn't for everyone. 


     This site features stories about tiddlywinks and checkers. Okay, just checking if you're still reading.  Obviously about ballbusting.  In general, the stories are "milder" but some can be pretty violent.  He also has some videos about low blows, and ball torture.

Those are my favorite sites about wrestling and ballbusting I like.  It is not a comprehensive list.  When I first started posting my stories, the internet was young and sites about homoerotic wrestling few and far between.  Today a much richer environment.

 If there is a site you think other readers or myself would like please mention them in the comments section.  









The Initiation


The Initiation

by

Lifeguard

This was going to be Ray's first time in a wrestling ring. Up to this point his wrestling experience was limited to horsing around with friends and a little amateur style wrestling in high school. Neither of which had prepared him for what was about to take place.

Friday, April 10, 2020

The Campout


THE CAMPOUT

By

Gym Dude

I'm proud of the fact that I have always taken pretty good care of myself. Dad started me lifting weights with him while I was still in grade school and I really got into it for high school football. Football was good for me, good enough to pay for 4 years at UCLA. Even today at 28, my health is important enough to get me in the gym 5 or 6 days a week. I'm able to keep my weight down to a lean 216 which seems about right for my six-foot one frame. This is a young man's world and my dedication to good health not only keeps me in the running with the young bucks, I can still kick the ass of just about any man I come up against.

Thursday, April 9, 2020

Wrestling Weekend Part 1




Wrestling Weekend Part 1

by The Defenseman

It was the summer of 1996 and I was just finishing up my dissertation. While I worked on my degree, I earned money any way I could. I sold plasma, worked temp jobs, and did some wrestling for a local pro league: the GLW Great Lakes Wrestling. I wrestled under the name "The Defenseman"; my partner Kevin "The Goalie" Moran and I were known only as "Slapshot" and for nine months, we were undefeated tag team champs. Kevin was a master of high flying moves, while I was the tough little fireplug who could fistfight his way out of any trouble. But then Kevin graduated and took a job out of town and I just lost interest in the whole scene. Actually, the money wasn't bad for forty minutes of work (sometimes when we were short wrestlers, I'd put on a mask and wrestle twice or three times). And I loved the fights the smelly cigars, sweat, stale beer, the buzz of inflicting pain, the dizzying rush of being on the receiving end and then fighting back.

Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Military Match


Military Match

by Dean The Destroyer

This match is an all out fight between two guys who have gone at it before, not against each other till now. Chris, 245 pounds of beef, 5 foot 11 and just big, muscular, yes, but not defined, rough and rugged. An ex-marine who is bearish but trimmed, a big solid chest, half dollar nipples and impressive arms. Chris’s rugged features make him handsome yet not a pretty boy by any means. Derek on the other hand was all that, 5 foot 8, 200 pounds, dashing good looks and also a military background. Showed a six-pack but was more proud of his big chest that tapered down to a small waist. Clean- and defined, Derek was straight out of GQ, his dark tan was fake, but his bulge in his tight square cut shorts was not.

Tuesday, April 7, 2020

The Fireman


The Fireman

by

Cocky Punk

Bruno’s friends and co-workers had a nickname for him – Bruno the Bear. They meant it as a compliment. He was the ultimate man in their eyes. He was rugged and macho, testosterone oozing from every pour. His voice was deep and rich. The fact was that every man wanted to be his friend and every woman wanted to be his lover. Bruno was a firefighter, which only increased the allure – firefighters were notoriously strong and sexy. The fact that Bruno risked his life every day to save others was an added bonus.

Monday, April 6, 2020

The Showdown

[You need to be careful when you negotiate that contract.]


The Showdown

by The Mangler

It is hereby agreed by the parties signed below that the match shall consist of a no time limit match.  The standard rules of The World Pro Fight League apply with the following exceptions as agreed to by both parties:

Sunday, April 5, 2020

Upcoming Posts

I will be adding a story every day for the next seven days.  All of these stories are from my previous web site.  I will be publishing a NEW STORY sometimes next week.  With the publication of these stories, I will introduce two authors I haven't published yet -- The Defenseman and Lifeguard.  One of the stories being published was by request. Each story will publish daily at 5:00 am CDT.

I am surprised and delighted at getting comments from individuals who read my previous site.  Several have requested old stories and I have published those.  If you have old stories you would like to see, just let me know.  It may take a little time, but I will get them posted.  I was amazed at how many stories I truly did have on my website.

It is taking some time to get stories ready to publish.  Several years ago, I suffered a major computer crash and lost all the stories I had on the computer.  I did have my own in written form, but that would mean having to retype them.  I did find some of my stories on other sites and was able to get them from there but not all.  Many stories by other authors were lost (or so I thought).  Recently I stumbled across a site that had "archived" all the GeoCities sites before they were taken down.  By using some knowledge of website addresses, I was able to retrieve all the stories.  I have just need to reformat them, but that task is done as well --yeah.

To any NEW AUTHORS who may be interested in publishing some stories.  Just email and we can discuss.  I retain the right to chose to publish or not.

Thursday, April 2, 2020

New Posts

Okay, I have published four stories today.  Two Mangler and two Gym Dudes by request.  These are all previous stories.  Hope you enjoy.

Bodybuilder's Destruction


Bodybuilder's Destruction

By The Mangler

 

Todd pulled Curt from the mat, lifted him above his head and delivered a power slam to the mat. Rolling Curt up into a small package, Todd watched and listened as the referee counted "one, two, three." As the crowd cheered their approval, Brett, the referee, lifted Todd's arm to signify him as the winner of the match.

"Yeah, I won, but no thanks to you shithead," Todd said in a low voice to Brett.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"What do you mean, 'What does that mean'? It means that was the worst job of officiating I have ever seen in a match."

Releasing Todd's arm, Brett turned to face him. "Fuck you, asshole. The match was refereed fair and square. Just because he had you going for a while there is no reason to take it out on me."

"Fair, my ass. You allowed him to get away with several illegal moves and holds, by being out of position. But if I even looked like I was about to do something illegal you called it."

"Fuck Todd, you're a damned sore loser. I called anything I saw and was in the position I was supposed to be in. Just because you got your pride hurt because you let an inferior opponent almost beat you..."

Todd reached out and grabbed Brett's shirt in both hands. "Listen asshole, no one almost beat me except you. You let that little shit get away with murder and only because of my superior ability did I win."

"Superior ability, my ass. Hell, my little sister could probably beat you at wrestling."

At that moment, another official climbed into the ring and separated the two men. However, the words became louder, hotter and more challenging. It finally ended with Todd challenging Brett to a wrestling match to settle the matter once and for all. Todd readily accepted with "Fine by me. And I'm going to wipe the mat with that big hunky body of yours."

Since the federation would never sanction such a match, it was scheduled to be held at The Redneck Arena. Of course, that wasn't the official name of the place but no one remembered what that was. The Redneck Arena was used by an 'underground' wrestling circuit where the action could be, and often was, rougher and more brutal than what was normally allowed. The ring sat in the middle of the floor. About six feet from the ring on all sides stood a chain link fence, along with a roof made of chain link as well. This has been added about two years ago after a particularly long and brutal match in which Samson had defeated a bad guy named Skull. Unfortunately for Samson, Skull was liked by the fans in attendance that night. On his way back to the dressing room, he had been jumped by several of the locals. Since security was being provided by the local motorcycle club, of which Skull was a member, they had "more pressing matters to attend to." While the rest of the matches were being held, Samson had been passed among the crowd where he was ganged banged and used as a sex slave. After the other matches were over and the arena had cleared out, Samson had been found shackled to a pillar in the middle of the crowd section of the arena. His right tit had been pierced but otherwise no serious damage had been done, except to his pride and ego. After that fan involvement had become more common and in many matches the losers (and in some instances the winners) were taken by the crowed for their personal entertainment. Thus, the fence had been installed along with a similar fence covering the walk to and from the dressing area.

While this had cut down on fan "participation" it did not totally eliminate it. In one of the more nefarious, and famous episodes, one member of the championship tag team had been cuffed to the fence and forced to give blow jobs to members of the audience while his partner was given a brutal beating. Of course, they had lost the belts. Other suggestions for improving security had been proposed but rejected by both wrestlers and fans alike. As a matter of fact, the attendance had never been better.

Todd, who had never wrestled at the Arena but had heard about it, looked in the mirror and liked the image he saw staring back. His short hair and unshaven face gave him a rather intimidating look. At least he thought so. He had deliberately 'created' this look for the fans tonight. His body shown from a sheen of sweat covering his 5'8" 195-pound frame, all of it muscle. He had chosen to wear a pair of purple trunks with a yellow strip running in a diagonal from the left hip to the upper right thigh. This drew attention to the large cock laying on that side. The trunks were also small so that they hugged his magnificent buttocks and large balls. Since he didn't expect a lot of competition from his opponent, and to please the crowd he had decided against wearing a jock or a protective cup.

Todd turned as the door opened to see the referee walking in. "Hi Todd, my name is Jeff. I am going to be your referee for tonight's match and just wanted to stop by before the match."

"Hello, Jeff," Todd replied as he turned back to the mirror ignoring the outstretched hand. "I hope you are a better referee than the punk I intend to beat tonight is."

Jeff turned and started out the door saying "I call them as I see them."

Meanwhile, Brett was psyching himself up for the match. He had been in several matches at the Arena and knew what to expect. He glanced in the mirror and smiled. At 5'6" and 175 pounds he knew he was giving away height and weight as well as experience but had no doubts that he could take Todd. He had chosen to wear a pair of black trunks with the crotch cup built into them. As a result, his bulge was not so noticeable.

The door behind him opened and the referee walked in. "Hi Brett. My name is Jeff and I am your referee for tonight. I just wanted to stop by and say hello."

"Hello Jeff, nice to meet you," Brett replied as he extended his hand. "I don't envy you tonight, because I expect my match is going to be a wild one."

"After meeting your opponent, I can understand why. He told me he hoped that I was a better referee than you were. I had heard the events leading up to tonight's match, but after listening to him, I can understand how you feel."

"No shit. He's always bitching about the refereeing although he almost always wins, and the fans like him, so I don't know what his problem is."

"Who knows Brett. Maybe he is a perfectionist like John McEnroe or something. Expects the referee to be in all places at the same time. Like I told him 'I call them like I see them'." Jeff looked over Brett's shoulder into the mirror and said "And as we both know, sometimes I'm going to be out of position. Just an unavoidable fact of life."

Brett grinned as he replied, "I see, er, I mean I know what you are saying."

"Well, I'd better get out there so we can get started. Good luck to you although I don't think you're going to need it."

"Thanks Jeff, and let's hope you are right."

Jeff stood in the middle of the ring waiting for the wrestlers to appear. The arena was packed to the rafters tonight for the two main events, a lumber jack rematch between Samson and Skull, and a rematch for the tag team championship. Jeff knew that all the matches tonight were going to be wild and woolly, fortunately he was only refereeing the first two. Brett was the first wrestler to appear in the arena. He was greeted with cheers, especially from his friends and those who had seen him wrestle before. He moved quickly down the ramp and into the ring. As Brett walked by one section of the fence, he noticed Curt, the wrestler whom Todd defeated the night of the challenge, standing next to the fence.

"I hope you beat the living shit out of that asshole tonight. I wish it were me getting a chance again," he called out as Brett walked by. Brett just smiled at him and kept walking.

Todd appeared shortly thereafter. He was greeted with a mixture of cheers and jeers. As he walked to the ring he stopped occasionally to flex and show off his body to the assembled crowd. Jeff called them to the middle of the ring and explained the rules.

"Okay guys. You know the rules. Let's just keep it fair and clean and may the best man win."

"Oh, it'll be clean okay, especially after I wipe the mat up with Brett here, and since there is only one 'MAN' wrestling tonight of course I am going to win," was Todd's reply.

Brett turned and walked back to his corner to wait for the bell. As he did, Todd delivered a drop kick to the back, propelling Todd into the corner. Seeing this, the ringside announcer rang the bell indicating that the match had officially begin.

"Hey, Todd. Wait for the bell..." the referee began to berate the wrestler when the bell rang.

Todd stopped to pose for the audience and point at a dazed Brett in the corner, before charging in and delivering a knee to the back. Todd delivered several blows to the dazed Brett before Jeff had counted to 4. He then lifted Brett up and performed a back breaker across his right knee, letting Brett fall to the mat. Pulling him to his feet, Todd repeated the move but left Brett bent over his knee this time. As he forced down on the chin, he reached down and squeezed the crotch of Brett, but the protective cup performed well.

"Damn. You little sissy. Have to use protection down there unlike the rest of us."

"Not a sissy, just smart," Brett gasped as he delivered a short right into Todd's balls, causing him to scream and release the hold.

Todd recovered first and grabbed Brett by the hair to bring him to his feet.

"Hey, watch the hair pulling," Jeff admonished as he pulled Todd's hands away from the hair.

"Don't interfere in my matches," Todd shouted at Jeff.

"Stay within the rules and I won't have too."

While Todd was distracted, Brett delivered a headbutt into Todd's lower belly hitting the cock but missing the balls in the process. Todd doubled over in pain as the wind was forced from his body and as he got his breath back complained "Hey, ref, watch out for the low blows."

"From my position, it looked perfectly legal," was Jeff's reply as he smiled at Brett.

Seizing the opportunity, Brett grabbed a handful of hair and forced Todd into a side headlock. Jeff started counting for the hair pull, so Brett released the hold for a megasecond and then reapplied it before Todd could move. After squeezing for several minutes, Brett bulldogged Todd to the mat. Brett realized that Todd was a bigger and better all-around wrestler and knew he had to take the initiative quickly to subdue him. He followed the bulldog with several kneedrops and kicks to the back and then applied a camel clutch. The pain in Todd back was clearly evident on his face but he managed to bridge to a hands and knees position. Seizing the opportunity, Brett released the chin, jumped into the air and came down with his full weight, butt first into the lower back slamming Todd's cock and balls into the mat and knocking the wind from him.

As he stood up, Brett looked out at the crowd and saw Curt cheering and heard him yell, "Let me have a little piece of him." The fans standing around Curt seemed to like the idea, so Brett decided to oblige them.

Brett picked Todd up from the mat by the hair and threw him between the top and second ropes onto the floor below. As Todd hit the floor, he landed on his right shoulder. Jeff turned to Brett and said "Keep the action in the ring" who responded that it was "just an accident" as he left the ring to go after Todd. He picked Todd up and ran his head into the nearest corner post, opening a small cut on his forehead. He then punched his fist into the cut and delivered a bodyslam to the concrete with the right arm trapped behind Todd's back.

The referees count had reached eight as Brett jumped back into the ring to stop the count and then immediately went back out. He picked Todd up and ran his head into the chain link fence in front of Curt. As Todd bounced off the fence, Brett pushed him back into it and forced both his arms out full length. "How bout a little help keeping him on his feet," Brett called out to the fans. At each end a fan grabbed the wrists through the fence holding Todd in place. "Well Curt, now is your time for a little piece of him."

Curt applied a claw hold to each of Todd's pectorals through the fence and replied "Thanks, Brett. I owe you one." Todd let out a loud cry as the pain began, especially on the right side, and also screamed "Where the hell is the ref. Come on Jeff, do your damned job." Brett, meanwhile, placed a series of forearms to the kidneys.

Jeff had left the ring and gotten between Brett and Todd and tried to force Brett back to the ring. While Brett kept the referee occupied, another fan had joined in the attack on Todd. "You seem to have a rather large bulge in your trunks there. Let's see if we can help flatten that out for you buddy." Grabbing Todd by the trunks to keep him from pulling his hips back, he began delivering a series of karate thrusts into the large cock and balls. The fans around were cheering their approval and laughing at the anguished screams coming from Todd. The pain was emanating from the powerful claw holds on his pecks, from the cut in his forehead and from his cock and balls which were beginning to swell from the abuse.

Another fan yelled "I think that cut of yours could use a little medication on it. And I just happen to have the appropriate stuff here." So, saying, he opened the little packet of salt that came with his hotdog order and threw it into Todd's face with some of it entering the cut on his forehead vastly increasing the pain from there.

As Jeff was finally forcing Brett back into the ring, the final torment was added. The fan who had been attacking the cock and balls, pulled the top of the trunks away from Todd's waist fully exposing the cock and balls. "To help ease the pain from the pounding, I thought I'd apply a little medicine too." He then took a bottle of liquid heat and poured a good portion down the trunks onto Todd's exposed privates. At first there was a coolness but then the liquid penetrated and Todd let out a shriek of unbelievable pain. Screaming "Ohh god...shit..aahhh...." he managed to pull himself free from all the hands. In doing so, he greatly increased the pain in his chest, as Curt's fingernails were raked across his pecs leaving angry red welts. His hands flew to his crotch as he fell to the floor in pain.

Brett left the ring and went over to Todd. He picked him up and held him a horizontal position stomach to stomach and ran his lower back into the ring post twice. Brett then body slammed him to the concrete again with his right arm trapped behind his back. He jumped back into the ring long enough to break the count and then went back out. He lifted Todd to a standing position, pulled his right arm behind the back and slammed the shoulder into the ring post. Todd wasn't sure which was worse, the pain in his balls and cock or the pain in his shoulder.  Either way he was gasping for breath. Seizing his opportunity, Brett dropped down and applied a two-handed claw to his opponent. One hand was in the gut where the action before had been, the other lower in the area just above the crotch. Once he was satisfied with the placement, he dug the fingers in deeply.

Jeff was at Todd's head and was asking if he submitted. Finally realizing that he couldn't take any more, Todd nodded. Jeff simply repeated the question and Todd realized that he needed to verbally acknowledge his submission. However, for several minutes he was unable to catch his breath. Finally, he was able to mutter "Yes, I submit."

As he heard the words, Todd began easing up on the hold until he heard Jeff ask the question again and Todd again mumbled yes. However, Jeff did not signal the submission and Brett bore in deeper with the claw. The torture continued for several more minutes, before Brett released the hold and stood up. Jeff made no effort to signal the end of the match and Brett responded with a double knee drop to the exposed gut.

Todd doubled up like an accordion and lay in the fetal position. Brett forced Todd to his stomach, took the right wrist in his hand, forced the arm up the back and bracing his feet on Todd's shoulders, fell backward on the mat. Todd screamed as the arm was forced further up his back and he felt as if the arm had been ripped from his body.

"No more, no more, I give, please god, no more," Todd cried in a low voice.

Brett looked at Jeff, who simply smiled at Brett and said nothing. Smiling, Brett lifted Todd up and walked him to the corner where he sat Todd on the top ropes. Climbing onto the second rope, Brett placed Todd's arm behind his back, picked him up and did a powerslam from the second rope onto the injured arm. The pain was finally too much and Todd passed out. Jeff then counted the man out and declared Todd the winner.

"Well, looks like the better man won tonight," Jeff said as he lifted Todd's arm.

"As the boy there said, since there was only one man here tonight then of course he did," Brett laughed. "Besides, anytime you have good refereeing the better man is going to win," he continued with a slight grin.

Brett then helped to revive Todd and assisted him out of the ring. As the wrestlers for the other match were coming into the ring at the same time, Brett told Jeff he would see Todd back to the dressing room. Jeff said thanks since the next match was a tag team and already the wrestlers were at each other and he quickly turned to the ring. Brett tossed Todd over his shoulder and walked out the covered ramp.

As he reached the end, he noticed that the security guard had allowed Curt into the dressing area and the two of them went into Brett's dressing room taking Todd along with them. "Damned, wrestling always gives me such a hardon," Brett said as he removed his gear. "Especially when I'm wrestling such an asshole."

"I know what you mean there buddy," Curt replied as he to stripped. "I got hard just watching it. But now we can do something about it." Brett and Curt took advantage of Todd's mouth and ass as they watched the other matches on the monitors. Todd was too beaten to resist and simply accepted this further humiliation. After the second match, Jeff joined them.

"Well, I bet that is the last time this asshole challenges a referee," smiled Jeff.

"You got that right buddy, you got that right," replied Brett.

Then the three of them used Todd while watching the other matches. The only time they eased up was when they become engrossed in the main events, where they saw the new tag team champions squash the old champions using a variety of dirty tricks and hidden objects, and Samson get his revenge from Skull for the events of a year ago. The crowd wasn't really pleased about Skull's defeat but had no choice except to watch this time. They knew there was always another chance for Skull to get even later.

As the security man was checking the building over before locking up, he came upon Skull brutally fucking Todd in the dressing area. Looking up at the guard Skull replied "Hiya Ace. Look what I found waiting back here in my dressing room, all tied up, lubbed and ready for me to work off some energy and frustration on. I wish it was that damned Samson, but I'll get him later. You go ahead and leave. I'll see that the place gets locked up and that pretty boy here gets home. That is after I've had my fun."

"Yeah, okay. But just be sure you're out of here before tomorrow night's matches." As Ace started to leave, he turned again "And take it easy on the boy. It's been a rough night for him."

"Hell, if you want to wrestle at the Arena, it is always going to be a rough night, Ace."

"Yeah, but rougher for some than others. See you later."

With that the door closed and Skull continued his attack, on a protesting Todd. "Oh, shut the fuck up before I really give you something to complain about. I'm sure the rest of the gang would like someone to fuck too."

Todd elected to shut up and consider retiring from wrestling.

                       

 

 

Redneck Arena History


The Redneck Arena has become a popular venue for many of my stories.  This is very surprising as it was initially created for only one story (Bodybuilder’s Destruction), but then took on a life of its own.  So here is the “official” version of the history of the redneck area.

History of the Redneck Arena

By

The Mangler



The Redneck Arena.  Of course, that wasn't the official name of the place but no one remembered what that was.  The Redneck Arena was used by an 'underground' wrestling circuit where the action could be, and often was, rougher and more brutal than what was normally allowed. 

Routine Maintenance


Routine Maintenance:

If it ain't broke - break it

by Gym Dude

It all started with the stove in my apartment. One of the elements in the oven has this intermittent problem, sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't.  It's just enough to be a pain in the ass so I finally called the manager and had them send Chad over. Chad is the maintenance man for the complex and an interesting guy. He's about 5'10" or so and around 180 pounds. At 22 he is fairly young but seems to know his stuff and does pretty good work. He's kind of aloof and it seems to me he's got an attitude.  Some people say I do too and maybe that's why the two of us never really hit it off.   

Routine Maintenance II




Routine Maintenance II

By

Gym Dude



I HATE my kitchen!

I was never really fond of the kitchen, but since our maintenance man physically trashed me, TWICE, I can't go near the damn room without remembering every painful moment.