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.
They returned to town for the tournament, and as expected, Matt was the winner. Since ten fighters were in the HW division, he had won a cool $50,000. Unfortunately, his ego and his friends had put that money at risk. That’s because the winner of the Lightweight division (Chad – 5'10" tall, 169 pounds, thin, lanky) had started riding Matt almost as soon as the matches were over about being a pretty boy pussy. This had not set well with Matt, and a war was brewing. A challenge had been issued and accepted, Matt versus Chad, with the winner getting ALL the money (which came out to $80,000 as there had only been six wrestlers in the lightweight division). Initially, Matt had not wanted to risk the money (although he felt there was no risk), but his friends had talked him into it since it would be “a cinch to beat that skinny little nothing.” After negotiating the rules, it was decided to be an NHB fight to pin or submission.
The
tournament had been held in an open-air ring set up along the beachfront. The
final confrontation was to be held there as well. Being local, Chad had many
more friends present, most of them with digital cameras or camcorders. Unknown
to Matt, the bout was being streamed by one of the wrestling sites. The battle
between Matt and Chad (known to his friends as Blade – not for his knife work
but his skating skills) was set to begin. Matt had the advantage in size and
strength, but Chad had an advantage unknown to Matt – deviousness, the depth of
which Matt had no idea. It had begun the night before when Matt was approached
at one of the bars by three gorgeous “babes” who clearly thought Matt was hot.
He, of course, had to agree. The result had been Matt and the babes returning
to one of their apartments for any all-night love and drinking fest. As such,
Matt did not get much sleep. However, that is what Blade had intended, and his
friends were more than happy to assist (after all, Matt WAS hot– and not bad in
bed either). The other things the girls had done was to go through Matt’s
wallet and get copies of his address, his parent's address, his e-mail address,
and an e-mail address that was that of his new employer once he graduated in
several weeks.
The ref
called the two wrestlers to the center of the ring and announced the rules and the fact that he was only there
to count the pin or hear the submission. He sent both wrestlers back to the
corners and rang the bell. As soon as Blade approached the center of the ring,
he threw his hands up to challenge Matt to a test of strength. The two
grapplers locked one set of hands high in the air. As Matt raised his second
hand, Blade struck with a front kick directly into Matt’s balls, slamming them
up against his pubic bone. He followed up by quickly grabbing Matt’s hand and
securing it in the test of strength. Thus, as Matt doubled over and fell to his
knees, Blade had both of Matt’s hands out of the way. Blade quickly followed up
with a series of three kicks, one to the balls and two to the low gut –
definitely below the trunk line.
Blade
then released Matt’s hands, grabbed Matt’s head, and locked it between his
thighs. Although most people considered his thighs “skinny,” he had great power
due to his constant workout on the inline skates and the skateboard. Once
Matt’s head was secured, he bent over, grabbed Matt around the waist, and, in a
show of his strength, lifted Matt up and dropped back into a pile driver,
slamming Matt’s head into the mat. Already tired from lack of sleep, this added
insult definitely rattled Matt’s brain. The match had just begun, and already
Blade had taken a decided advantage.
Blade
pulled his opponent from the mat without giving Matt any chance to recover and
slung him into the opposite ropes. As Matt rebounded from the ropes and into
the ring, Blade waited patiently – not in the middle of the ring, but on the
opposite side. As Matt staggered across the ring, Blade bent over and executed
a perfect back body drop – over the ropes and out of the ring. Unfortunately
for Matt, as he went by the ring apron, the top of his head struck the edge –
further rattling him. He slammed down on the sand in a world of hurt. Blade
quickly exited the ring, dropping from the ring apron down into Matt’s wide-open
gut, forcing the air from his already depleted lungs.
Blade
then stood up, dragged Matt to his feet, and slammed him back first into the
ring edge. He reached down, grabbed a handful of sand, pulled open the front of
Matt’s trunks, and dropped the sand in. He then began to rub the front of
Matt’s trunks. It looked for the entire world like Blade was giving his lover a
loving caress. However, to Matt, it felt like his cock and balls were being
rubbed by coarse sandpaper. Furthermore, the sand was working its way into his
ass crack as well. Now, every step he took was going to be a further agony. And
agony is just what Blade had in mind for the arrogant college jock boy. Knowing
that Matt was uncut, Blade pulled out the front of his trunks and reached in.
He wanted to make sure that some of the sand worked its way under the foreskin
to reach the supersensitive cock head.
Again,
demonstrating his strength despite his small size, Blade picked Matt up in a
crotch pick up in preparation for a body slam. However, instead of delivering
the slam at the ringside, he carried the college jock down the beach and into
the wave area. While sand is soft away from the wave action, it is usually
packed down and relatively hard at the wavefront. Also, the numerous seashells embedded
into the sand would provide further agony. Selecting the area with many
protruding sea shells, Blade delivered his backdrop with glee. Matt felt as if
his entire back was exploding in pain. Again, refusing to give his opponent any
opportunity to recover, Blade reached down, grabbed Matt by both his boots,
lifted his legs, spread them, and stomped straight down into the inviting
package.
The
scream that tore from Matt’s lips was music to Blade’s ears. After the stomp,
he drug Matt a couple of feet on his back, letting the shells do their thing,
before picking Matt up and delivering a second back drop. He then picked the
stud up and delivered a powerbomb. Matt is now in a world of hurt and
humiliation. When he had delivered the powerbomb, Blade had made sure of two
things – one, that Matt’s head was facing out toward the ocean, and two, that
they were down into the wake zone.
Blade
then dropped his ass down on Matt’s chest, facing his feet. At just the right
time, he drove his fist into Matt’s abdomen repeatedly. Matt tried to gasp for
air, but just at that moment, the waves rolled in, and all he got was a
mouthful of seawater – just as Blade had planned. He had no intention of giving
Matt any opportunity to recover. Since Matt could not get a good breath, he
could not effectively tense his abs, and Blade quickly destroyed the washboard
abs. For his last punch, he joined his two fists together and brought them down
in a powerful arc right into Matt’s crotch. It seemed only fair to Blade that
since Matt’s balls had gotten him into this mess, they should also share in the
pain.
Blade climbed
off Matt and watched as the college man tried to get his orientation back. Matt
slowly managed to get to all fours, only to have Blade drive the front of his
foot into Matt’s already tortured abs, pushing him back to the ground.
Laughing, Blade grabbed Matt by the hair, pulled him to his feet, locked his
head under his right arm, and drove Matt’s head back into the rugged beach in a
DDT. He then rolled Matt to his back. Grinning at the helpless college boy, he
quickly removed Matt’s wrestling trunks, leaving him naked. Just for the hell
of it, he slapped Matt in the balls twice – hard. While Matt lay on the ground
in a near fetal position, Blade worked at removing the tie string from Matt’s
trunks. Once he had accomplished this, he rolled Matt on his stomach and pulled
his hands behind his back. He used the trunk tie string to tie Matt’s thumbs
together – not very tight but enough to make sure that Matt didn’t have use of
his arms.
Blade
then turned Matt back to his back, sat on his stomach, and began delivering a
series of karate thrusts, punches, and elbows to the massive pecs. At this
point, Matt was so out of it he did not even have the sense to submit. Not that
it would have done him much good, as some of Blade’s skater friends had
“detained” the ref back at the ring while others in the crowd prevented any of
Matt’s friends from interfering – if they had tried. Most of them were so
pissed off that they were going to lose their money that they weren’t trying to
help anyway.
Once he
had his opponent’s pecs softened up, Blade pulled Matt to his feet – quite an
accomplishment since Matt was almost all dead weight – locked on a double pec
claw and lifted Matt off the ground. Matt was now hanging by his pecs, and the
pain was incredible. He finally regained enough sense to start submitting – to
no good, as the ref wasn’t there to accept it.
Laughing,
Blade dropped the college jock back to the ground, dropped down, and began
pounding away at his right bicep until it had been reduced to mush. He then
decided that the time had come to end the charade of a wrestling match. He did
this by grabbing a handful of sand and shells, reaching down into Matt’s
crotch, and began stroking and jacking. Despite the agony of the sand (or maybe
because of it), Matt quickly became hard. As he screamed in pain, and tears ran
down his face (he thought his cockhead was being sandpapered off), Blade
continued to jerk until Matt exploded. At this point, the ref was allowed
access to the action to hear Matt’s submission. He raised Blade’s hand and
announced, “The winner of the tournament, local wrestler Chad.” He then handed
Blade the envelope with the money and left.
Blade
noticed no one had approached Matt to help him, so he decided a little post-match
action might be in order. He went over, dragged Matt to his feet, and walked
him back into one of the pilings. He then grabbed Matt in a bear hug, going low
into the waist, and picked him up. With the help of one of his friends, Matt’s
hands were placed around the piling, and then Blade set the man down. He could
not get his hands above the piling without help. Taking a black magic marker,
he wrote across the man’s chest – “Pledge Loser.” And then, just for the hell
of it, across the forehead, “FAG”. Several pictures were taken, and then Blade
and his friends turned to leave the beach.
“Shit,
too bad this was on a public beach,” Blade commented.
“Yeah,
why’s that?” his friend asked.
“Because
otherwise, I could really have given that muscle head a lesson.”
His
friend just laughed an evil laugh. “Well, you’ll just have to be happy knowing
that we had a web audience of several thousand, and those pics we took will be
posted all over the web and sent to his friends and employers – at least those we
got e-mail addresses for.”
Blade
just laughed. “Yeah, I guess so. That’s okay; in a few days, we go up to the
fighting bar, and I’ll give someone a true lesson. I’ll be damned, take a look
at that.” Blade then pointed down the beach. Being royally pissed, Matt’s
friends were leaving as well – leaving the college stud to find his help. Help,
which didn’t come until an hour or so later when the local cops showed up – and
arrested him for public nudity.
Ah, thats beautiful. This one was always a favorite of mine. From having so much money to naked, broke, and arrested. I certainly hope he at least makes it out of there fine. Itd be great seeing him lose again.
ReplyDeleteWhile I haven't written a follow up (and probably will not), I'm sure he will be okay. However, knowing his personality type, I'm sure he will get himself into trouble again. Of course, his friends may be looking for some more "personal" payback as well.
DeleteYet another great story from Mangler. I really enjoyed the use of elements unique to a beach setting, such as the sand, shells, wake zone and pilings. With regards to the sand, Blade's pulling the front Matt's trunks out to make sure to work the sand under the foreskin Matt's uncut cock to reach the supersensitive cock head was particularly hot. And yes, sand repeatedly rubbed into one's skin does feel like sand paper particularly when it is dry. Having running barefoot on the beach, I am well aware of that rather unpleasant sensation. Another nice use of the sand might have been forcing a fistful of it into Matt's mouth.
ReplyDeleteAs far as the use of the wake zone goes, I loved it when Blade repeatedly drove his fist into Matt’s abdomen causing Matt to gasp for air precisely at the moment the waves rolled in resulting in Matt taking in a mouthful of seawater. It's hard to submit when one's gasping for air, not that ref was even nearby thanks to Blade's friends.
Another nice touch was the use of the drawstring from Matt's trunks to secure his thumbs behind his back rendering his arms useless. I also loved that the
drawstring allowed Matt to be well secured to a piling. This might of been a good time force the fistful of sand into Matt's mouth. Another fist to his wrecked abs and a pinching of his nostrils would allow for a perfect entry. With Matt secured to a piling, I fantasized about the tide rolling in and the waves interfering with his ability to regulay take in air his as the water level rose to just below his chin, but no higher. I would love to see him struggle to raise himself up on the piling, forced to press his well muscled back against the barnacles that typically populate a piling.
Blade is just the type of opponent I would love to wrestle against as a face.