Champ's Mistake

Champ's Mistake

by 

The Mangler

 

Chad Wentworth was feeling great. He had just had a successful defense of his heavyweight wrestling belt, had an incredible sexual encounter with one of his many female admirers, and just received a fantastic contract offer. He decided to celebrate at a local bar. Since he was only in town because of the fight, he wasn't really familiar with the area and decided on a bar near the hotel. It was an okay place with a very mixed clientele of customers.

During his second beer, he engaged in a rather heated conversation with several young punkers. When they challenged him to a two-on-one wrestling match at the local gym, he accepted by replying, "There is no way a couple of Skidrow Scum like you could beat a muscle god like me." The match was on. Another of the bar patrons, a rookie wrestler in the same league as Chad and with a promising career, was chosen as the referee. Since Chad already knew him, he felt it was a good choice. Unfortunately for Chad, he was a former punker and knew the two challengers well.

As usual, Chad looked great in the center of the ring. He stood 6'2" tall and weighed in at 230 pounds. He had a massive upper body coated with a thick mat of black fur. He had long black hair and could have been a successful male model if desired. But wrestling was in his blood. As usual, he wore his white trunks symbolizing his fair play beliefs.

His opponents, who insisted on being called Skidrow and Scum after Chad's earlier comments, were very similar in appearance. They both stood 5'10" tall and weighed about 160 pounds. They both had swimmers built but did not look much like swimmers. Skidrow had a purple Mohawk, while Scum sported a multi-colored mop of long disheveled hair. Both had a couple of tattoos and were attired for tonight's matches in boxer trunks. Skidrow wore a knee pad on his left leg with a hard plastic insert inside. It had been a gift from the ref when he left the junior leagues for the big circuit.

The referee was wearing standard ref attire and was very familiar with the arena where tonight's private match was occurring, as it was where he had trained. Before the match started, the ref ensured the three hidden video cameras were rolling.

As Chad turned to walk back to his corner, he received a blow to the back of the head knocking him into the turnbuckle. The blow was repeated, and then he was grabbed by his long hair and had his forehead repeatedly smashed into the turn buckler four times. After the fourth blow, the referee released Chad's hair and signaled for the bell to start the match.

Skidrow charged across the ring at the sound of the bell and delivered a knee into Chad's exposed back. He then grabbed the heavyweight's arm and slung him across the ring into his turnbuckle and into Scum's knee. Scum quickly grabbed Chad before he could sink to the mat and wrapped the tag rope around the thick muscular neck. As Chad's arms flew to the rope around his neck, Skidrow bounded across the ring, delivering a loaded knee pad into the wide-open gut. The little air in Chad's lungs was forced from his mighty chest. Skidrow began delivering a series of left right combos into the muscular abdominal wall.

The referee watched without protest for several blows and then walked over the tangled bodies. "Okay, come on. Give the guy a little break, how about it?" was his comment, although he did not attempt to stop the attack.

Skidrow took a couple of steps back and began talking with the ref. In the meantime, Scum hooked Chad's arms over the top rope and his legs over the middle rope leaving him wide open. He then walked down the ring and called the ref over. The ref turned, saw Chad splayed out in the corner, and then walked over to Scum to engage in a little conversation.

Skidrow charged into the corner and delivered a knee (the unpadded one) into the wide-open and exposed crotch of the champ. Chad was all but out of it now. The pain exploded from his crotch into his abs and his chest. The nausea rose from the very depths of his being. Skidrow laughed, stepped back, and began another series of left-right combos, this time to the balls and cock of the bigger man. Chad felt as if a series of bombs were going off in his crotch. He was unable to get a good breath back into his lungs.

Tiring of the game, Skidrow stopped the punches and pulled Chad from the ropes. Chad dropped his hands to his abused crotch and then fell to the mat, curling into a fetal position. Skidrow began a series of kicks to the lower back and then tagged in Scum. He and Scum continued to deliver a series of stomps before Skidrow exited the ring.

The ref walked over to Scum and stated, "Give the guy a breather. At least let him catch his breath," and winked at him.

Scum laughed and walked over to his corner, where he and Skidrow watched the action. The ref knelt beside a hurting Chad, "Man, these guys are making you look bad. I thought you were this tough champion."

Barely able to speak, Chad replied, "Well, if they fought fair, I would be able to do something. But the ball bashing gives them a little advantage."

"Ball Bashing? What are you talking about? You telling me you've received some low blows?"

"Yeah, I'm telling you that."

With that the ref reached down and began untying Chad's trunks.

"What the fuck are you doing," Chad demanded?

"Well, you say you've been ball bashed, and I'm going to check it out. If I see evidence to that effect, I'll take care of it."

Chad resisted the stripping until the ref delivered a short, light jab into the pubic region. It's not hard enough to do damage, just hard enough to cause the champ to stop fighting him. The ref removed the champ's trunks and jockstrap, leaving him wearing only his boots. He threw the discarded clothing behind him to Skidrow and Scum's corner, where Skidrow caught the trunks. He immediately began removing the tie string from the trunks.

Meanwhile, the ref grabbed Chad's large, low-hanging nuts and began inspecting them, squeezing and rotating them. Nausea welled up again within Chad.

"I don't see any evidence of abuse here, Stud. Sorry, but let's wrestle."

"Hey, how about my trunks," Chad cried as the ref began to back away and Scum approached.

"It's just us guys here and no low blows, so you don't need them," laughed the ref. "Besides, they seemed to have disappeared.

Scum reached the champ at this point and, grabbing a handful of chest hair, pulled him to his feet. He threw the muscular wrestler into the ropes and delivered a fist into the bush as he catapulted off. Twice more, this was repeated, further depriving Chad of oxygen or the ability to catch his breath. Finally, Scum signaled to his partner and threw Chad back first into the corner.

The ref took this opportunity to announce, "Hey guys, it is a little warm in here. I'm going to get a quick drink of water. Be right back." He then exited the ring and walked toward the fountain in the corner.

Before he could mutter as much as a protest, Chad felt the tag rope wrapping around his throat again. Scum moved quickly in on the tied-up wrestler. Chad was somewhat surprised when, instead of blows, he felt Scum begin to rub his cock, balls, and crotch. Skidrow got into the action as well by reaching over the ropes and lightly teasing the broad nipples. Despite the pain, Chad felt his uncut cock began to expand. Skidrow and Scum continued their manipulations until Chad's cock had obtained its full 10" length. The cock was thick, the head exposed. Scum then took the trunk tie that Skidrow had removed earlier and fashioned a very tight cockring around the large cock and ponderous balls. Chad was now stuck with a hard-on.

Looking into Chad's eyes, Scum stuck his left hand between Chad's engorged prick and abdomen, holding the head in his hand. He made a fist and extended the middle knuckle with his right hand. Then chuckling, he placed the knuckle on the spot where the head and shaft met and began a screwing motion, pushing harder and harder. The pain Chad had felt until now was nothing compared to this.

Scum stopped the screwing motion while Skidrow released him from the ropes. Pulling Chad away from the ropes, Scum lifted the champ and delivered a backbreaker. He repeated the maneuver before tagging Skidrow. Skidrow entered the ring, and the partners delivered a series of 6 double back-breakers before tossing Chad onto the floor outside the ring. At this point, the ref returned to the ring, kicking the downed man in the back on his way into the ring. Skidrow exited the ring, picked his opponent up, and, holding him parallel to the floor, ran his lower back into the nearest ring post several times. He then forced the dazed wrestler back into the ring.

Chad was pulled into his opponent’s corner, where his neck was draped over the second rope. Scum placed the head between his legs, trapping the victim. The referee lifted the legs and pulled backward, stretching the muscular body out. Skidrow began a series of tomahawk chops to the lower back, ending by throwing himself off the far ropes and delivering a super tomahawk into the same spot. As the last blow landed, the ref released the legs, and Chad fell to the mat, all but unconscious.

Skidrow kicked Chad onto his stomach and grabbed him by his feet, pulling him into the corner. He then proceeded to place the stud in a Boston crab. Scum reached through the ropes and began rubbing and manipulating the large trapped cock. Chad's back felt as if it was breaking, but there was also pleasure coursing through his crotch. After several minutes, Skidrow released the hold and allowed Scum to enter the ring, who proceeded to place the broken stud into a camel clutch facing the corner. This time, Skidrow reached through the ropes and pulled, pinched, and caressed the exposed nipples, continuing the process of pain and pleasure.

Skidrow and Scum decided it was time to end the match. Releasing the camel clutch, Scum pulled Chad to his feet and, with Skidrow's assistance, placed him in an over-the-shoulder backbreaker. With his left hand, he grabbed the chin; with his right, the abused balls. He pulled down with both hands, bending the stud in two. Finally, Chad began to murmur his surrender over and over, but the ref ignored him. Scum took his thumb and, while still pulling down on the balls, forced it up the champ's ass. He found the prostate and began to massage it with vigor. While the champ felt as if he was breaking in two, a fire had been lit in his crotch. The manipulations continued until Chad exploded with a violent burst of cum, despite the cockring.

He shouted his submission loudly at the same time and was dropped to the mat. Skidrow and Scum stood on each side of the defeated muscle god and used the soles of their boots to smear the cum over his body and face. While they were engaged in this activity, the ref had left the ring and returned with a heavy-looking bag. Chad was stretched tightly between the four ring posts using restraints and ropes from the bag. The ref then removed a portable tattoo device from his bag and went to work on Chad's still enlarged cock. Down the length of the monstrous organ was spelled out "Skidrow Scum" in two vertical rows. As a further humiliation, the head of the cock was tattooed a nice pink in color.

The final humiliation was done with a razor and shaving cream as the initials "SS" were shaved into the fur on the massive chest. Before leaving, Skidrow and Scum made it quite plain that if those letters weren't present on the chest during every future match, a tape of Chad cumming while being abused by two inferior "Skidrow Scum" would be released.

Chad Wentworth had started the day as heavyweight champion and muscle god. He had ended the day still heavyweight champion but now fucked over scum muscle god. Skidrow, Scum, and the ref were anxiously awaiting the humiliating public appearance of the champ and his new chest haircut.