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.



Vinnie dreamed about becoming a Pro Wrestler, but his size was not going to help him to get what he wanted.  He loved pro wrestling more than anything, and he really wanted to be a wrestler like his big brother Vic. While Vinnie took after his mother’s side of the family as far as his physical characteristics are concerned, Vic tended to be more like the men on his father’s side of the family.  Vic was six feet tall and very muscular.  He weighed about 225 pounds.  Black hair, brown eyes, hairy chest and legs and of course a thick black mustache. He was indeed an Italian Muscle-God.  At 30 years old, Vic was twelve years older than his kid brother.  He had become a professional wrestler two years after he graduated from school.  He was popular and very well known.  Vinnie’s buddies were always asking about his big brother, the pro-wrestler.

Naturally, Vic was on the road most of the time, so he didn’t get home very often.  But he would call home just about every Sunday night and talk to his family.  Vinnie would tell him all about how he and his buddies had a great time at Chal’s dad’s gym.  He would go on and on about it every time that he talked to Vic. 

But this past Sunday night when Vic was talking to Vinnie, he noticed that he was not so excited about his experiences at the gym.  In fact, he didn’t even want to talk about it at all.  This had Vic wondering.  Each time that he tried to get Vinnie to talk about it, Vinnie would change the subject.

After a long road trip, Vic was due to have some time off.  He would head home for a few weeks.  He was very anxious to talk to Vinnie and find out why he seemed to have had this sudden lack of interest in wrestling.  After all, he had been so enthused about it for so long and then all of a sudden, he just didn’t seem to be interested anymore.  Vic wanted to find out what caused the change in attitude.

Vic arrived home on a Saturday afternoon.  There was the usual family gathering.  You know, -- all the aunts, uncles and cousins came over and everyone made a big fuss over him.  Vic did enjoy all of the attention.  But with all of the commotion going on, he had not had a chance to get Vinnie aside so that he could talk to him.

On Sunday morning after breakfast, Vic asked Vinnie if he was going to go and wrestle with his buddies.  Vinnie mumbled, “Naw, I’m not going down there anymore.”  

Vic asked, “Why not?  I thought that you loved it!”  

Vinnie would not look at Vic when he spoke.  He just looked down at the floor and spoke very softly.  “That was before.  I don’t like to go there any more”.   Vic still wanted to know why.  He kept after Vinnie to tell him the reason for his change of heart.  After a long while and a lot of coaxing, Vinnie finally told his big brother his reasons.

“Well, it started three weeks ago.  You know that all the other guys are bigger than me.  So Chal thought that it would be cool to embarrass the little guy of the group by pulling my shorts off during a match.  He tossed them to one of the other guys.  When I tried to get them back, they just kept tossing them around to each other and would not let me have them.  They all laughed at me as I ran around naked trying to get my shorts back from them.  But I didn’t get too upset about that.  I figured that it was all in fun.  I can take a joke as well as the next guy.  But then the next week they did it again.  And they started making fun of me, calling me a little runt.  And they were saying some things about you that weren’t very nice either.  They asked me why I wasn’t more like you Vic.  But last Sunday was the worst.  Not only did they take my shorts from me, but they tied me up in the corner and  . . .”    

Vic asked with great concern, “And what?”  

Vinnie hesitated for a moment.  He swallowed and then continued.   “After they had me tied up in the corner, they started poking at my cock and balls.  They just kept going at me.  They roughed me up between the legs. And they were all laughing about it the whole time.  They told me how I could never be a pro wrestler cause I’m just a little runt”.  

Vic was furious!   “Those little ass-holes!  What kind of guys are they if they have to gang up on the little guy?  And to do what they did to you!  . . .  Come on little brother, we are going down to that gym and I am going to pay a little visit on you buddies!”   

Vinnie hesitated, “Maybe we better not Vic.  It might make things worse.”  

But Vic was infuriated.   “Those guys are NOT going to get away with what they did to you.  I am going to teach them all a little about wrestling.  Now come on, let’s go.”

They got into the car and headed for the gym.  When they walked in, the rest of the guys were already gathered around the ring and deciding who was going to wrestle who.  They saw Vinnie come in and Chal yelled to him, “Hey Runt, did you bring your big brother to fight your battles for you?  What’s the matter, aren’t you man enough to fight for yourself?”   They all chuckled. 

Vic walked up to Chal and said, “Look BOY!!  What kind of man are YOU?!?!?  He is only half the size of the rest of you guys and you all have to gang up on him together?  That must mean that you are pretty sorry excuses for men yourselves.  And what you guys did to him last Sunday, . . . there is NO EXCUSE for that!!!!   One day you are gonna meet up with the wrong guy and he will give you the ass-beating that you deserve!”  

Chal was neither intimidated nor impressed by anything that Vic had to say.   “What are you gonna do?  Are you gonna beat all of us up cause we were picking on your kid brother? . . .  Naw, you ain’t gonna do that.  You couldn’t do it anyway.  You are all show.  I don’t believe that you are tough enough to fight your way out of a paper bag.  That stuff you do isn’t real!” 

That was just enough to push Vic over the edge.  He hauled off and let Chal have a mean left hook to the jaw that sent him staggering back about six steps before he fell to the floor. That is when several of the kids ganged up on Vic.  Vic was bigger and stronger than any of them but with three or four of them on him at once, well . . . that was too much even for him.  A couple of the guys grabbed Vinnie’s arms and held him.  The three guys got Vic down on the floor and were kicking and stomping him.  He had nowhere to go.  These kids had him surrounded as he laid there being kicked and beaten.

As Chal got up he was rubbing his jaw.  He was pissed off.  He ordered the guys to throw Vic’s stinking carcass into the ring.  They did as he told them.  He then climbed into the ring as well.  

“You are gonna pay for that you cock-sucker!  Now get up!”   Vic was struggling to get up to his feet, but he managed to make it.  He leaned back against the ropes.  He was really hurting from all the kicks that he had taken.  Chal goaded, “I bet I can kick your ass wrestle-boy!  You ain’t nothin!”  

Vic was never as mad as he was now.  He said through clenched teeth, “Alright punk, if a fight is what you want, then I’ll give it to you.”   Vic wanted nothing more than to beat this punk’s ass.

Vic was wearing a white tee-shirt and a pair of olive green sweat-pants.  Both were rather form-fitting because they were probably a size smaller than what he should be wearing.  He started to take his tee-shirt off.  As he was pulling it up over his head, Chal got in a cheap shot by punching Vic in the gut.  “Ooooofff!! “Vic stumbled and he struggled with his shirt.  Chal pushed him back against the ropes and while Vic’s arms were still tangled up in the tight tee-shirt and over his head with his face still covered, Chal went to work on his gut some more.  Slamming him with lefts and rights with all he had.  He knocked all of the wind out of Vic’s lungs.  He stepped back and Vic fell to the canvas.  He gave him a couple of kicks to the kidney area.

   Chal waited for a moment allowing Vic to get his tee-shirt off and out of the way.  As he got up on his hands and knees, Chal kicked him hard right in the gut forcing Vic to roll over on his back.  You could see the look of pain on Vic’s face as he held his stomach with both hands.   “What’s the matter man?  You’re supposed to be a big tough wrestler!  You don’t look so fucking tough now.  What do you suppose that your buddies would say if they could see you now, being knocked around by an eighteen year old kid?”  Chal taunted.  “Let me show you some of the pro moves that we have been practicing.”    With that, Chal grabbed Vic by the hair and pulled him up, scooped him and slammed him hard to the canvas.  Vic felt the pain sharply rivet through his back.  Chal might have been only eighteen, but he was the biggest of all of the kids.  He stood five feet ten inches and weighed 185 pounds.  He was very strong.  His body was smooth and his blond hair was cut short.  

“Did I get that right Mr. Wrestler?  Did you like my body slam?”   Again, he pulled Vic up by the hair and scooped him up.   “Let me show you that again!”   He slammed Vic even harder than he did the first time.  Vic was in a bad way.  Chal just grinned and said, “Let me show you some more of the moves that we’ve been working on.”   He rolled Vic over on his belly and planted both of his feet firmly on either side straddling him. He took Vic’s arms as he squatted down and hooked them over his legs, then cupped both of his hands under Vic’s chin locking on a beautiful camel-clutch. 

“Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!  MY BACK!!!”    Vic cried out.  Chal really pulled back hard putting as much pressure on Vic’s back as he could.  Vic continued to cry out in pain. After several minutes of this torture, Chal finally released the hold and Vic laid flat on his stomach unable to move. 

Chal looked over at Vinnie and sarcastically said, “And this is the big tough wrestler who was going to rescue you from us?  HA, HA, HA!  What a fucking joke!  Who is gonna rescue HIM?!?!”  

He turned back to the suffering man who still laid motionless on the mats.  He flipped him over onto his back and once again straddled him and sat down on his gut.  He used both hands to apply a double pec-claw to those gorgeous mounds of muscle on Vic’s chest.  He dug his claws in deep and leaned into them making their effect quite painful.  Vic grimaced and tried to raise his arms up.  Both of his hands were balled into fists and his arms were shaking, but he could do nothing.  He gulped and gasped as he tried to fight off the pain.  Chal just smiled at him.  When he released the claws, he began to pound those pecs repeatedly. Alternating back and forth between the right and left side.   

Vic was in horrific pain but he managed to muster enough strength to push Chal off of him.  Chal was completely surprised by this.  Vic had gotten to his hands and knees as Chal approached him again.  When Chal began to reach for him, Vic lunged forward giving Chal a head-butt to the stomach.  He stumbled back a couple steps and dropped to his knees clutching his stomach.  Vic got to his feet but he was very wobbly and still hurting.  He stood right in front of Chal and grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back forcing him to look up at him.  

“Now you’re gonna pay you miserable little fuck.”   The way that Vic was holding Chal’s head, -- his face was only about two inches away from Vic’s bulging crotch.  Chal could not help but stare at it.  Vic yanked him up to his feet but did not let go of Chal’s hair. Chal decided that now would be a good time to make his next move.  He hit Vic with a knee lift to the balls.  This was an effective maneuver.  Once more, Vic was rolling on the mats in severe pain.

Chal took a moment to collect himself and then said to Vic, “I still have a few more moves to show you Asshole!”   He managed to get Vic up and get him bent over so that his head was tucked between Chal’s thighs.  Chal then grabbed him around the waist and hoisted him up and held him there for a minute (upside-down) before executing a nice tombstone pile-driver.  Vic’s head was driven into the canvas with tremendous force.  When his body landed, it jerked and convulsed.  He looked as though he were having a seizure of some kind.  Chal continued to make comments about how worthless and pathetic Vic was. 

While Vic laid there half unconscious, the two guys that were with Vinnie brought him into the ring.  Vinnie was placed in one corner with his arms over the top ropes and pulled behind him.  The two kids stood on the apron, one on each side of the small lad.

Vic was now regaining some of his senses as he was being tied up in the opposite corner by a couple of other guys.  They had taken the tag rope and tied Vic’s hands together behind his back.  But they were over the top rope to make sure that he would remain in an upright position.  Vic looked across the ring and saw his little brother in the other corner.  It looked as though those two guys over there were holding Vinnie so that he could not help him.

Chal taunted.  “So Big Brother, you are here to rescue little Vinnie over there are you?  Gee, you’re not doing a very good job of it are you?  It appears that you are NOT the bad-ass wrestler that he told us you were.”   Once more Chal began to pummel Vic’s gut with punch after punch.  Vic was completely helpless.  After beating on Vic’s abs until the rock-hard muscles were reduced to soft fleshy mush, Chal decided to dig in with another claw.  This time - a gut claw.  

“Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!  . . .    Noooooo!!”    Vic screamed.    “Pleeeeze,  . . . . no more man!  That’s enough”.   But Chal disagreed.  He dug down deep working his fingers underneath the muscles and pulling upward on them.  This made the claw more painful. You could tell by the way that Vic winced and grimaced from it.  “Oooohhh . . . .  please stop!”   But Chal tightened his grip even more. He would pull Vic’s body out away from the turnbuckle then slam him back into it over and over again, never releasing that devastating claw.  He kept this up for several more minutes before releasing the hold. 

Chal got right into Vic’s face and said, “Now you’re gonna get the same treatment that we gave that little runt brother of yours”.   He rubbed his hand over the bulging crotch of Vic’s sweatpants.   “Nice package you got there man.  I’m gonna like working it over.”  Chal said as he snickered.  He took hold of Vic’s pants and yanked them down. All of the guys began to hoot and holler.  Chal remarked, “Whoooeeee, would you look at that!  He even wore his sexy underwear for us.  Hey Vinnie, how come you don’t wear sexy underwear like your big brother?  Damn!  Leopard skin bikinis.”   Vic was mortified.  Chal was not about to let it pass without making several crude remarks.  “Who are you try’n to be,  . . .  Kid Leopard?   No, can’t be.   Kid Leopard would NEVER be in the situation that you are in.”   He gave Vic’s balls a good squeeze. 

“Uuuuggghhh!!”   On top of being in extreme pain, now Vic was starting to feel sick too.  Chal slammed his fist hard into Vic’s big pouch.  Vic’s eyes bulged as the pain shot through his body.  

“Awe, did that hurt man?  I thought that you big tough wrestlers could take punishment.  But then I guess that you are not used to taking in you fucking underpants, . . . literally.”   Chal laughed boisterously.  He then let Vic have it six more times, - right in the fucking balls.

“Enough of this playing around” Chal said as grabbed Vic’s briefs and literally tore them off of him. He rolled them up into a ball and stuffed them into Vic’s mouth.  Then he reached down and picked up the sweatpants that he had taken off of Vic earlier.  He pulled the draw-string out of them.  Vic’s head was hanging down with his chin resting on his chest.  Chal took a handful of hair and raised his head up so that he was looking right at him.  He held the draw-string up in front of Vic’s face and asked, “Do you know what I’m gonna do with this?”   Vic was dazed and confused.  He didn’t know what to think.  Chal tied one end of the string tightly around the top of Vic’s scrotum and gave it a few hard yanks.   “I feel like seeing how far you fucking nuts will stretch.”   Vic’s face had the look of sheer terror on it. 

Chal began to step away from Vic.  As he did, he pulled on the draw-string.  Vic felt like his balls were being torn from his groin as Chal pulled harder and harder.  Vic was forced to arch his crotch forward trying to relieve the tension but it wasn’t really helping.  His screams were muffled by the little leopard briefs that had been stuffed into his mouth.  His balls were swollen and were turning purple.   “Damn Vic, looks like those low hangers of yours will stretch pretty far, eh?”  Chal continued pulling and jerking the cord connected to Vic’s balls.   “Do you want me to stop Vic?”   he asked.  Vic, unable to speak, nodded his head indicating an affirmative answer.

Chal relieved the tension and moved in close to Vic.  He leaned in close and whispered to him, “OK pal, I will let up on you but you have to agree to a couple of things first”.   Vic looked at him with confusion.  Chal stepped out onto the ring apron and stood behind Vic.  He whispered into his ear, “First of all, I am going to untie your hands.  But don’t even think about trying to move.”   He untied Vic’s hands but he held his left arm behind him in a hammerlock.  Then Chal wrapped his arm around Vic’s throat ensuring that Vic would be going nowhere.  Again, he whispered instructions to Vic.  

“I want you to look across the ring at you little brother.  Look him right in the eye and keep your sight locked on his eyes. Now, with your free hand, I want you to reach down and take a hold of your dick.”  

Vic hesitated and said, “No!”  

Chal tightened the choke hold and demanded, “Do it man!! Or you will suffer even more than you have already.”   Vic really had no choice.  He was in no condition to argue.  So, he took his cock in his hand.  Chal said, “Good.  Now I want you to jack-off while you stare into you little brother’s eyes.”   Vic looked across the ring and saw Vinnie looking back at him.  Tears were running down Vic’s face.  The humiliation was devastating to him, but he did as he was told.  He began to jerk-off.  Chal issued more instruction for Vic.   “Now I want you to say what I tell you.  Do you understand?”

Vic said, “Yes” in a croaky voice.  He was crying like a baby. But he knew that he had no choice but to do what Chal ordered him to do.

As he jerked his big cock and looked into Vinnie’s eyes he said, “Vinnie?  I just want you to know that I am a big pussy.   . . .  And that I am a cock-sucking faggot.  You should not think of me as a role-model.  . . .  You should think of me as the scum that I am.  I am a total waste.”   Vinnie looked at his brother in amazement.  Chal reached down and grabbed the cord that was still tied around Vic’s balls and gave it a jerk.  

“Faster man! Jerk yourself off like you are really enjoying this!”   It took a while, but finally Vic’s load shot half way across the ring.  It was the first time that he had an orgasm that he did not enjoy.  He had never been so humiliated in his life.  And the fact that it was an eighteen-year-old punk who did this to him made it even worse.

Chal said, “Now that’s a good boy.  But I believe that your behavior here today has shamed your entire family.  I think that you should try to make it up to your brother over there.”   Chal stepped back into the ring.  He was still holding onto that cord that was tied to Vic’s balls.  He demanded, “Now get down on your hands and knees and crawl across the ring to your brother like the dog that you are! “When Vic hesitated, Chal jerked hard on the cord driving Vic to his knees.  “Now do what I tell you or I’ll rip your fucking balls right out right now!”  Vic crawled slowly across the ring to the corner where Vinnie was standing. 

Chal issued his next instructions to Vic.   “Now, in order to show your brother how sorry you are for your pitiful display of what a wrestler should be, I think that you should suck his cock.”

Vic looked up at him in shock.   “WHAT?  YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS!”   Once again Chal gave a hard yank on the cord and pain shot through Vic’s nuts.  They were a dark purple color now and very swollen and tender. 

Chal yelled, “If you want to keep your worthless nuts, then you had better do as you are told BOY!!  Now show us all what a good little cock-sucker you are!”  

Vic couldn’t not comprehend how this all has happened to him.  The tears were streaming down his face as he looked up at his little brother and he said in a squeaky voice, “I’m sorry Vinnie.  I’m really sorry.”   Then he undid the button at the top of Vinnie’s jeans and unzipped his fly.  He pulled Vinnie’s pants and briefs down and was astonished to see that Vinnie had a raging hard-on already.  He glanced up at Vinnie and wanted to ask why he had a hard-on, but was shocked even more when Vinnie brought his hands around in front of him and took a hold of Vic’s head and forced him to take his cock in his mouth.  Vinnie had never really been abused by his buddies at all, and they were not really holding him while this entire ordeal went on either.  They just made it look that way for Vic’s benefit.   Vinnie drove his cock deep into Vic’s mouth causing Vic to gag.  Vinnie smiled and said, “That’s right big brother sucks my cock.  Suck it good man.”

   He was wildly fucking his brother’s face.  The whole incident that he had just witnessed was such a turn on for him that it only took a minute before he was shooting gobs of hot cum down Vic’s throat.  When he pulled his cock out of Vic’s mouth, he wiped it all over his face.   “Did you like that big brother?  I sure enjoyed it.”

Vic, still on his knees looked up at Vinnie and asked, “Why?”

Vinnie sneered at him, “All of my life I have had to listen to everyone telling how fucking wonderful you are. I am so sick of hearing Vic this and Vic that.  I just couldn’t stand it any longer.  I am tired of trying to measure up to your standards just to satisfy other people.  I can never be as magnificent as everyone thinks you are.  So, I got my buddies here to help me set this whole thing up just so I could have the chance to see the great and omnipotent Vic be taken down for a change.  And you know what?  I loved every minute of it.  Watching you suffer was so hot!  And I have to admit, . . . I have fantasized about you sucking me off for years.  You did a decent job too.  I bet that mine wasn’t the first cock that you have sucked. You probably suck all of your wrestler buddies off on a regular basis, don’t you?”   Vic just hung his head in shame. 

“By the way Vic, I am sure that you are not going to tell anyone about all of this.  That would be far too humiliating for you.  But in case you hadn’t noticed, Billy over there got the entire session on video tape.  So, unless you want that tape circulated among all your wrestling buddies, you are going to do whatever we want you to do from now on.  Do you understand that?”  

Vic could not bring himself to look at him.  He just sort of nodded his head in acknowledgment.  Vinnie said, “Good.  Now that that is understood, you should know that we will expect you to be here for each of the next two Sundays that you will be home.  You will be our wrestling-dummy.  We will be practicing all of our holds and maneuvers on you.  And of course, you will service us when ordered to do so.  And just to keep you in practice, you will be sucking my cock every night before you go to bed and every morning when you wake up.  Is that understood?”  

Vic remained silent but nodded his head indicating that he did understand his situation.  Vinnie said, “Good!”

He then turned to his buddies and said, “Oh gee guys, I’m sorry.  Where are my manners?   . . . . . .  Would anyone like to fuck my brother? “