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.



Because there was trouble brewing within the Universal Wrestling League (UWL). For some time now a group of young newcomers to the League had been demanding to be in the spotlight matches. They (like all young generations of jocks before them) weren’t content to “pay their dues” to get the top. They wanted to be there now. Except unlike previous generations, they intended to do something about it – starting TONIGHT!! Jason was 19, stood 6', weighed in at 180 pounds. He had a swimmer’s body, but that was somewhat deceptive as he was extremely strong. He had blond hair which was cut into a mohawk, a tattoo on his right bicep that read “born to raise hell”, and one on his right bicep that said “champ”. That tattoo had really pissed off the top echelon of wrestlers in the league. Joining forces with several other young Turks (both faces and heels), the youngsters had set out to disrupt the league as much as possible. However, it was done on an individual basis so no one truly suspected the organization among the youngsters.

Tonight’s match had come about as a culmination of many incidents between the youngsters and the older wrestlers with the younger guys stirring up the pot as much as possible. They had particularly focused their attentions on Scott – interfering in his matches to help his opponent win, or to get him disqualified, jumping him in the locker room right before matches to “soften him up a little.”, planting foreign objects on the “faces” to get them dq’d. Finally, Scott and Jason had agreed to tonight’s match to settle things down. As one stipulation, no other wrestlers were allowed to be present in the arena. So, after all the prelim bouts they had left. Jason & Scott would be accompanied to ringside by their respective managers. The match was to be fought under standard UWL rules with a couple of exceptions:

1) the match had to end either with a pinfall or the manager throwing in the towel – the wrestler himself could not submit.

2) Wrestling attire would consist of whatever the wrestler was able to wear into the ring.

The league had suggested Big John as the ref, because of his ability to control the wrestlers and enforce the rules. Both wrestlers had agreed. Therefore, Big John was waiting at ringside as Scott and his manager approached the ring. As they reached the area, Big John stopped Scott and said “Okay, just to keep this match as much as possible on the up and up, I’m doing a strip search of both of you first.”

Scott simply looked at Big John and replied “Okay, isn’t the first time and certainly want be the last.” Obviously, this wasn’t your ordinary wrestling league. Scott quickly removed his boots, trunks and jockstrap. Even those people in the stands who weren’t his fans had to be impressed. John did a quick but thorough search and said “Okay get ready and get into the ring”. Just then the door from Jason’s dressing room opened and he started down the aisle. Big John turned and headed in his direction to intercept him before he made it to the ring. Just as BJ turned away, Scott went to pick up his trunks. Before he could reach them however, two of the security guards (big burly guys), grabbed him and tossed him naked into the ring.

Scott began screaming and yelling at the guys over the ropes. In the meantime, his manager picked up his trunks and boots and was walking toward the ring. The commotion had caught BJ attention and he turned just as the manager was getting to the ring and handing the boots and trunks in. BJ quickly rolled under the ropes and charged across the ring, ripping Scott’s jockstrap out of his hands just as he started to step into them.

“Hey John what the fuck,” Scott screamed.

“What do you mean what the fuck? The questions are what the hell are you doing”, was BJ’s response.

“What does it look like I’m doing moron? I’m getting my gear on.”

“Sorry Scott but you can’t do that. The rules state that what you wear in the ring is what you wrestle in, and since you entered the ring naked, that’s how you wrestle.”

At this point, both Scott and his manager got into the argument, trying to explain what happened. But BJ wasn’t interested. He enforced the rules as written and by those rules Scott was going to wrestle naked or be suspended from the league. Finally, both Scott and his manager relented realizing they weren’t going to win this argument and Scott wasn’t shy about being naked in public at all – he had already wrestled twice in naked matches, so wasn’t concerned.

However, once he turned back to the ring, the sight that greeted him did cause some concern. Because standing in the opposite corner was Jason, wearing a chrome and leather harness, thick construction boots (steel tipped toes – but Scott didn’t know that – yet), black trunks, a studded collar and studded wrist bands. He had taken advantage of the argument to get into the ring – just as the youngsters had planned.



After much screaming, yelling and arguing, BJ had stated that since this was the attire Jason had worn into the ring, he was entitled to wrestle in it. He tried to convince Jason to “be fair” (after realizing that he had been bamboozled), but the only concession Jason made was to remove the leather harness, “just to show my fair side.” While this turn of events made Scott a little uneasy, he wasn’t about to back down from this little punk.

BJ called the wrestlers to the centre of the ring. “Okay guys you know the rules. I will be enforcing them. Let’s keep this a clean fight and may the best man win.”

Jason chuckled with a leer on his face “Oh, the best man is going to win.”

“That’s right punk. I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget,” Scott replied.

With that the ref signalled for the bell and the match was on. Jason immediately threw his hands up in the air and challenged Scott to a test of strength. Without hesitancy, Scott threw his hands up and they locked fingers. The challenge was on. While Jason was indeed strong, eventually Scott’s height and weight advantage took hold and he began pushing Jason to his knees. He quickly released the hands and grabbed Jason in a headlock. Using his 21" biceps he began to grind Jason’s head and neck against his tree like torso, slowly increasing the pressure. Jason planted his feet and attempted to throw Scott off and into the ropes, but Scott’s grip was too strong.

While it was earlier in the match that he had intended, Jason decided it was time to give Scott a sample of what was in store for him. Again, bracing his feet, he took his right hand, reached between Scott’s legs and grabbed his large, low hanging nuts. Once he had them in his hand, he squeezed as hard as he could and at the same time, he jerked the scrotum down as far as he could.

Scott let out an ear shattering scream, released the headlock and dropped his hands down to his nuts. Once his head was free, Jason stood up, pulled Scott’s scrotum between his legs and jerked, pulling Scott off his feet. As he fell forward, his balls finally slipped free from Jason’s grasp, but not before reaching the maximum extent of their stretch. Since his hands were in his crotch, Scott was unable to break his fall and he landed face first on the mat, breaking his nose in the process.

Big John was immediately on Jason screaming “Hey, that was a low blow and is illegal, once more and I’ll disqualify you ass.”

Jason shouted back, “Fuck off man. That was a legal hold. And I’ll do it again if I feel like it.”

“Don’t try my patience punk. I can also get you suspended from the league as well.”

“Listen Jerk, the contract clearly states that blows below the trunks or trunk line are illegal. Since Scotty boy over there chose not to wear trunks, there isn’t any trunk line or any below the trunks. Therefore, it is a legal blow. If he doesn’t like it too fucking bad.”

BJ looked unhappily at Jason but finally had to concede the point. Jason was the only one in the ring who saw the quick wink from BJ. Of course, while this was happening, Scott was trying to get his act together. The pain in his balls was unbelievable and his nose didn’t feel too good either with blood dripping down his nose. Jason walked over and grabbed him by the hair on his chest and pulled him to his feet. He quickly placed him in a headlock and rubbed the heel of this hand into Scott’s broken nose starting another round of screams. He pulled Scott toward his corner. Scott’s manager jumped up onto the ring apron and began screaming at BJ about the low blow. As BJ was explaining the contract and the legality of the hole, Jason had pulled Scott into his corner and had bulldogged him to the mat, driving his broken nose into the mat. As Scott moaned in pain, Jason stuck his hand out of the ring to his manager who slipped him two blue pills. Jason quickly forced this into Scott’s mouth and by grabbing Scott’s scrotum and screaming, forced Scott to take a deep breath in swallowing the pills in the process. Scott was not even really aware of what happened.

Once this had been accomplished, he pulled Scott to his feet and threw his right arm over the top rope. Jason climbed out on the ring apron, grabbed the arm by the wrist, lifted it up in the air and then jumped down to the floor, driving Scott’s biceps into the metal ring buckle. He repeated this manoeuvre a second and then a third time. On the third time, BJ had managed to get Scott’s manager back to the floor and turned just in time to see Jason coming back into the ring. He admonished Jason for his actions, but Jason gave him his best “who me” innocent look. Jason drug Scott into the middle of the ring, pulled his right arm out, stood on the wrist and began driving the steel toed tip of his boot into the bicep. On the 10th blow, Scott let out a horrendous scream as the bicep was ruptured. His right arm was useless.

Jason went to the left arm, stretched it out. Scott removed his studded wrist band, wrapped it around his hand and delivered a dropping fist into the left bicep. BJ quickly interceded and stopped the illegal use of the fist. After putting up a token argument, Jason placed the arm band on his arm just above the elbow and did an elbow drop onto the arm, driving the studded band into the bicep. Since this was a legal blow, BJ couldn’t stop it. Scott was rolling around trying to get away but without much success. Jason delivered a series of elbow drops into the bicep, softening it up. Realizing that Scott had been set up, his manager was trying to stop the match. However, the two security guards who had thrown Scott into the ring earlier had grabbed him from behind. One had dug his fingers into the manager’s jaw forcing the mouth open, while the other had forced in a large cock gag. The strap was pulled around and locked into place with a small luggage lock. The manager was released. While he was able to get BJ attention, he was not able to say the submission. BJ had seen none of this so didn’t know what had happened (at least that was the official story). The manager had tried to get into the ring, but BJ had stopped him. While the ref was distracted, Jason had begun to slowly, almost lovingly, jerk Scott’s cock until it had reached its full ten-inch thickness. Scott was aware of what was happening but couldn’t understand why he was able to get a hard on while in so much pain.

Once Jason had gotten Scott hard, he had returned to the left bicep, delivering a series of stomps, elbow and knee until he too felt it rupture. Scott now had no arms to help him stop what was to come. BJ had gotten the manager out of the ring and returned to the action. He was amazed to see that Scott had a hard on and immediately began looking for a cock ring – and old heel trick. However, he was very surprised to find none. By this point, Jason had moved his target of attack from the arms to the chest. He pulled Scott to his feet by his chest and hair head and then locked on a double pec claw, digging his fingers deep into the muscle. Jason was indeed very strong and had worked hard to strengthen his fingers and hands. As he dug in, Scott’s peck felt as if they were on fire. Jason had purposely disabled Scott’s arms to limit his ability to break the hold. At one point he actually lifted Scott off the mat and shook him back and forth like a little pet. This increased the pain considerable. Jason released the claw, threw Scott off the rope and as he rebounded, delivered a clothesline across his chest. Scott dropped to the mat.

Jason immediately began a series of stomps and jabs into the pec muscles. He followed this up with knee drops and punches. He then lifted Scott to his feet, placed him in a full nelson and drug him over the corner. He placed Scott’s chest on the top rope right at the nipple line. He then drug Scott down the mat giving him a rope burn across the chest and nipples. BJ was trying to get him to break the hold, when Scott’s manager again tried to enter the ring. While BJ was occupied getting the manager out of the ring, Jason repeated the drag twice more, before throwing Scott to the mat. Jason took great pains to point out to the audience how much Scott seemed to be enjoying this as he still had a hard on – and indeed he did. His 10" cock had not deflated in the least and if anything was even fuller.

As Scott’s manager was forced back to the floor, he realized that he needed to do something to help Scott and so left the ring trying to find some way to get the cock gag out. As he entered the back concourse, he was grabbed by two young guys and thrown into a janitor’s closet where the door was locked. He was now out of the picture.

Jason delivered a few more elbow drops, stomps and punches to the pecs before he was satisfied with the damage that was done. They were not longer a rock, but soft and mushy. He then sat on Scott’s stomach and began to caress his chest and arms. “Oh, Scotty such a waste. All these nice muscles and they are wasted on a pussy like you. But that’s okay, I’m here to rescue you. I’ll make you a deal but listen carefully because you only get one chance. You agree to give it up now and I’ll stop. Of course, in return I expect you to sign over your match against the champ in two weeks to me and leave the league.”

Summoning strength that he wasn’t sure he had Scott spit in Jason’s face. “Fuck you asshole. You couldn’t beat me in an honest match and I’m not giving you shit.”

Jason just laughed, “But I did beat you in an honest match. I just outsmarted you and your manager. Oh, by the way, where is he? He seems to have deserted you.”

Scott looked over in his corner and noticed that his manager was gone. He had been counting on him to end the match. Jason slowly lifted off Scott’s stomach, gently rubbed his cock head, and then delivered a sharp short punch into the abs. The “uufff” and spittle flew from Scott’s mouth. “Okay, time for the abs to go man.” Jason replied as he lifted Scott up, did a reverse lift and dropped Scott abs first across his knee. Of course, Scott’s rock-hard cock took most of the blow sending another scream from his mouth. Jason repeated this three times. At this point Scott realized that he was not in a position to argue and began submitting until BJ reminded him that a pin or manager’s submission was required. Scott then agreed to Jason’s demands.

Jason looked Scott in the eye and said “sorry dude, the offer is off the table. I told you one chance only and you blew it.” He then proceeded to apply a double lower abdominal claw, interspersing it with punches, stomps and kicks into the abs. As the muscle softened up, Scott begged and pleading for Jason to stop and begged BJ stop the match without success. BJ even began to implore Jason to stop the match but Jason simply laughed at him. “You have to teach these old guys a lesson or they’ll never learn.”

Jason then began a series of blows to the abs including throwing him into the ropes and delivering a series of knee drops, elbows and fist into the stomach. Some of these blows landed in the abs, some on the cock. In spite of his screams of pain and obvious distress, his cock never lost its hardness or thickness. Finally, Scott lay on the mat moaning, crying, moaning and begging,

 “This worthless piece of shit was going to try and get the championship”, Jason screamed at the audience.

“How many of you people think this ‘wrestler’ is worthy of fighting the champ.” The vast majority of the crowd shouted no and boos. (While this was a surprise to Scott and even to BJ it wasn’t to Jason. He and his group had been planning this for months and had managed to pack the crowd with their fans).

“How many of you would like to me end this things right to call himself a man?” Again, the overwhelming majority of the crowd agreed.

Jason walked back to the downed Scott and said “Sorry old man. At least you’re still a man at this point. But not for much longer.” With that Jason delivered a sharp jab with his steel toed right boot into Scott’s balls. He repeated this twice more before dropping to his knees. He grabbed Scott’s scrotum, pulled the balls to their full extent and then delivered a series of three sharp fists into them before BJ stopped him.

“Hey, man I’m not sure about this. Just pin the man and get it over with,” BJ implored.

“Listen up. He signed the contract; he knew the terms and now he is going to pay the price. And you’re not going to do shit. You agreed to enforce the rules, so enforce them.”

BJ looked decidedly unhappy (except for the slight bulge in his pants), but knew he had no choice.

Jason again began working on Scott’s scrotum until it was swelling in size. His pleas and begs went unnoticed. Finally, Jason stood between Scott’s outspread legs, placed his right boot on Scott’s left nut and began to apply pressure and twist his foot back and forth. As Scott’s screams became louder and more desperate, Jason increased the pressure, until the left nut had reached its limits and collapsed. The scream from Scott’s mouth was agonizing in its intensity, but the roar of approval from the crowd drowned it out.

Amazingly enough, through this entire series of events. Scott’s cock remained hard. Jason dropped down by Scott’s head and lifted it up. “You seem to be enjoying this man, your cries and begging to the contrary. So, I’ll tell you what. Before I end your manhood for good, I’ll let you get off one more time.”

As Scott realized that indeed he was still hard, he blushed from his head to his toes. Jason lovingly grasped Scott’s cock and began sliding his hand up and down in a low sensuous jack off. “You know most men and even boys can do this for themselves and you can’t”, Jason taunted. “But then maybe you need someone to tell you what to do and when to do it. You don’t really deserve to be a free man er, person anymore huh” As Jason continued to masturbate Scott, he taunted him and then began to caress his nipples. In spite of himself, Scott felt a warm feeling perfusing his body, until he shot a strong thick rope of cum and blood from his cock. The look of disgust on BJ’s face was priceless and Jason laughed.

“Okay, Scott boy, hope you enjoyed that one since it will be your last,” Jason then began working on Scott’s right ball. Scott began begging and pleading in earnest now. He had no pride left. Jason turned and smiled at his manager who simple smiled back and nodded. Jason stopped working on the nut and knelt by Scott’s ear where he whispered something. When Scott seemed to hesitate, Jason grabbed his scrotum and began working the right nut between his fingers.

“Okay, Okay,” Scott said. “Hey Ref, come over here and let me give you a blow job.”

“What?? Are you nuts, I’m not going to do any such thing,” was BJ’s reply.

Jason increased the pressure causing Scott to whine “Please man, come on. He’s going to castrate me otherwise. Please let me get you off, pllleeease...:”

Still seeing a look of reluctance on BJ face, Jason said “I’ll do it too. You want to help the man keep his last nut, pull it out.” Feeling helpless to help (and in secret not really wanting too), BJ pulled out his cock which while not fully hard was slowly filling out. He knelt next to Scott’s mouth, who began giving the first BJ of his life. He was tentative at first, but at any sign of slowing down, Jason just applied more pressure. BJ was aware of the flashbulbs going off, but Scott was too concerned with keeping Jason happy to notice.

Finally, BJ began to breath faster and deeper and just before shooting, Jason yelled “Pull out, pull out” which BJ did’ ejaculating all over Scott’s face and the mat. Jason then made Scott like the mess off the mat and his face. What Scott couldn’t get off his face Jason cleaned up with his fingers and then made Scott lick them clean.

After this he began working on Scott’s nut again threatening to end his manhood, unless Scott gave Jason a BJ. Without hesitancy Scott agreed. Jason pulled Scott to his knees and feed his cock into Scott’s mouth. Once his cock was all the way in, Jason grabbed Scott by the ears and began to fuck his face brutally, driving his bush into Scott’s broken nose, starting the bleeding again. Finally, Jason shot his hold, holding Scott’s head against his bush so that every drop was deposited down Scott’s stomach.

Scott collapsed to the mat hoping it was over and that Jason would finally pin him. This was not to be. Instead Jason again began working on Scott’s right ball and it began to swell. Scott’s cock remained hard. He again began begging and pleading, promising to do anything it Jason would just stop. Looking over at his manager, Jason laughed out loud. “Just like you said, Turk. He’s really on big pussy boy.”

Whispering in Scott’s ear again, Jason knelt behind Scott and reached between his legs, grabbing his scrotum. With tears running down his face (but his cock still rock hard), Scott began to beg BJ to “fuck my virgin pussy hole. Use me like the bitch I am

Realizing that Jason was dead serious, BJ agreed. Scott was placed on his back, his feet thrown over BJ’s shoulders and BJ slowly inserted the head of his cock into Scott’s virgin ass. The pain was unbelievable. BJ was trying to take it easy, but once his cock head was in, Jason placed in foot on BJ butt and pushed with all his might, forcing BJ’s cock in it’s complete length in one swell swoop. Scott screams were louder than they had ever been. The crowd was screaming their approval. Even those who came as Scott’s fans were cheering. While they understood that Scott was being “forced” to do these things, the fact that he was enjoying it (as evidenced by his rock-hard cock), was the turning factor. They were disgusted. As BJ approached his second orgasm of the night, Scott also shot a second large load. Finally, BJ unloaded in Scott’s ass. Scott was forced to clean BJ’s cock before the final blow was delivered.

Scott was drug into Jason’s corner, placed on his hands and knees, and Jason reached between his legs and grabbed the very swollen, sore but still intact right nut. “Okay dude, say goodbye.”

“Please man, you promised...” Scott began to whine and beg.

“I know, but you ought to know you can’t trust us young punks,” Jason laughed.

He increased the pressure and the tears fell down Scott’s face. Just when he thought the nut would rupture, Jason let up on the pressure.

 Jason leaned forward and growled into Scott’s ear, “Okay, here’s the deal. My manager is going to give you some papers and you’re going to sign them. In return you get to keep your worthless nut – not that you’ll get to use it much. Agree.”

Scott did not have the mental capacity to try and sort out what Jason just said, he only knew he had a chance to save his nuts. As Turk. presented the first piece of paper and a pen, Scott signed it. As he did Jason whispered into his ear, “this one appoints me your manager. I’ll book your matches for you – and you will be around for a while – you will become the biggest jobber wrestling has ever seen.”

As the next paper was signed Jason continued “This one gives me the right to determine where you live, work etc. And this one is permission to tattoo and pierce you as I see fit. For all practical purposes, you are no longer a man – you’re my slave and everyone will know it. You and the other old guys around here are washed up. Anyone who gets in the young Turks way will end up like you.”

After the last piece of paper was signed, Scott was drug back into the centre of the ring and placed on his back. His cock was still rock hard. To secure the pin, Jason knelt besides Scott and placed on finger on Scott’s cock head and held him down while BJ counted “one, two, and three”. Jason’s hand was raised in victory to the overwhelming cheer of the crowd. Jason removed the collar he was wearing, placed it on Scott’s neck and then locked it in place with a small luggage lock given him by his manager. A dog chain was placed on the collar and Jason lead Scott out of the ring by his collar. His cock remained rock hard throughout. As they approached the exit, Jason leaned over to Turk and said “damn that Viagra works well. Poor Scotty boy doesn’t know what hit him.” Both laughed.

After that night the UWL changed. The young wrestlers got the better matches, the older guys had to settle for second best. No one was let out of his contract. Scott was present at each event, naked and in chains. Over the months he was placed in several wrestling matches which he always lost. While he truly tried to win (because he got his freedom if he did), the cards were always stacked against him. He always wrestled naked and with a hard on. For losing various matches he was pierced, tattooed or whored out. He was a living reminder to the other older wrestlers what could happen.

Oh yeah, Scott’s manager was finally “rescued” from the closet by two security guards. To many’s astonishment, he never tried to help Scotty out of his predicament. Wonder why that is??