Wrestle-Stud Destruction?

Wrestle-Stud Destruction?

by Crusher

Mike smiled as he looked in the mirror. He was quite pleased at what he saw. And he should be too. After all, he has worked long and hard to get his magnificent physique to this point of perfection. The image reflecting from the mirror was beginning to give him a hard-on. And it’s no wonder, he stood 6 feet tall and weighed 225 pounds of solid well-defined muscle. He was really ripped. He had a handsome face with jet black hair, cut short but not quite buzzed, and a thick black mustache with a day’s growth of beard stubble. His granite-like pecs and washboard abs were covered with just the right amount of wiry black hair too. Mike spent a good bit of time outdoors so his rich bronze tan added to his masculine beauty. He didn’t look like he was 35 years old, but he was. Most people thought that he was younger.



Today, he was wearing a pair of bright yellow pro-wrestling trunks while he worked out. Yes, Mike is a wrestler and he always wore a pair of spandex wrestling trunks when he worked out. He never wore a shirt. Hell, why cover up all those gorgeous muscles. He liked showing them off. He was extremely confident about his appearance. But his muscularity was not the only thing that Mike liked to show off. He also had one of the biggest cocks that anyone had ever seen. And the spandex wrestling trunks (cut briefly) left nothing to anyone’s imagination. He never wore a jock-strap under his trunks. You could see the thick heavy shaft and the bulbous cock-head perfectly outlined in every pair of trunks that he owned. That is the way that he wanted it.

As Mike had just about completed his workout, he headed toward the locker room. He peeled his trunks off of his sweat soaked body, tossed them into his locker, grabbed a towel and went into the shower. A long hot shower felt great after a vigorous workout. He was thinking about his vacation which was going to start this coming Monday. He was leaving for a fun filled week in Key West, Florida. He was looking forward to it because he had never been down to the Keys before. Only three more days. he thought to himself.

But Mike was dedicated to working out regularly. He really didn’t want to go for more than a week without working out here at Rico’s Gym. Mike had been a member at Rico’s for over a year now. It was Friday evening and he was leaving for Key West on Monday morning. He was not permitted to use the gym on Saturday’s. You see there had been some problems at Rico’s Gym over the past year. The membership was pretty well split. About half of the guys were wrestlers and the other half were boxers. It would be a gross understatement to say that the boxers did not get along with the wrestlers. The animosity was overwhelming. Oh, they didn’t have fist fights breaking out all over the place or anything like that, but tension between the two factions was thick. A good many of the younger members were into boxing and they had this attitude that boxing was a real sport with real men. They figured that wrestling was just for faggots who like to get into the ring and grope at each other in their underwear. They felt like the wrestlers had no right to be there.

Since things were getting so rough, Rico decided to do something before he had an all-out war on his hands. He decreed that Monday, Wednesday and Friday would be days that the wrestlers could use the gym. Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays were reserved for the boxers. This seemed to work out well enough. The only thing being that Mike would have liked to have been able to workout more often.

Mike returned to his locker and was toweling off when he saw Eddie, the manager of Rico’s Gym. He called out, “Hey Eddie, have you seen Rico anywhere?”

Eddie looked at Mike with an annoyed expression on his face and said, “I just saw him out in the parking lot talking to one of your ass-hole buddies. What do you want him for?”

Mike replied, “Oh nothing special. I just wanted to talk to him.” Mike felt that it was none of Eddie’s business what he wanted with Rico. Besides, Eddie was not only the manager of the gym, but he was a boxer too. He was not too fond of any of the wrestlers, especially Mike. Eddie left the locker room as Mike proceeded to get dressed. He pulled up his bright white Calvin Kline low-rise briefs and stuffed his mammoth monster cock into them, then pulled on his 501's which fit nice and snug. He struggled to get the fly buttoned, but he managed. He always left the top button undone. He grabbed his bag and went out to the parking lot.

He found Rico heading toward the building and asked if he had a minute to talk to him. “What’s up?” Rico asked.

Mike said, “You know that I am leaving for vacation on Monday and I know that I am not allowed to come in tomorrow to workout because Saturday belongs to the boxers. But I really need to workout again before I leave. Do you think that you might let me come in on Sunday, when nobody is around and let me get some gym time in before I go?”

Rico replied, “Well, I don’t know Mike. I’ve got to go over to York, PA on Sunday and pick up some new equipment. I really don’t like to let anyone use the gym while I am out of town”.

Mike begged him, “Awe, come on Rico. It will be alright. I won’t let anyone else in the building. I promise!”

Rico hesitated for a moment. “Well, if you promise not to let anyone else in, and make sure that you turn out all of the lights, I guess that you can drop the key in through the mail-slot in the door when you leave. But don’t make a habit of this man!”

Mike was thrilled that Rico had agreed to let him do it. “I won’t man. Thanks a lot. I really appreciate this Rico.”

Rico handed Mike a key and walked into the building while Mike hopped into his car. What neither of these two guys had seen was that Eddie had been hiding behind a truck that was parked right where the two men were standing as they had their conversation. He had heard everything. The wheels were already turning in Eddie’s head. He thought to himself, “So . . . you are going to be all alone at the gym on Sunday are you Muscle-Boy? This is the perfect opportunity for me to do what I have always wanted to do to you. And I’ve got a few buddies who would just love to help me out with this too.”

Eddie giggled out loud as he thought about the possibilities. “Sunday it is, you faggot wrestler! You will finally get what you’ve got coming to you!” Eddie spoke out loud even though there was no one there to hear him. He wasted no time in contacting a couple of his buddies so that they could start making plans for Sunday.

It was about one o clock Sunday afternoon when Mike arrived at the gym. He let himself in the back door and locked it behind him. He was actually kind of surprised that Rico had allowed him to come in today. Because Rico was also into boxing. Since Mike was a wrestler, he wasn’t too optimistic about Rico granting him any favors. But it turned out well after all.

Mike entered the locker room and quickly undressed. He stopped for a moment and thought. “What the fuck. There is nobody else here. It’s just me. And the doors are locked. I don’t need to wear my gear. I might as well be comfortable. I’ll just put on my white socks and Nikes and just workout in my underwear. No one will see me.” So, Mike headed out into the gym in his brief little CK’s with the crotch bulging way out in front. He thought to himself, “Gee, it feels kind of weird to be walking around out here in my underwear. But it is kind of sexy.” And he rubbed his bulging crotch and his cock began to stir, stretching the white cotton fabric almost to its limits.

Mike decided to start out with some stretching exercises. He chose to climb into the ring and do his stretching there. As he was loosening up, he heard a noise. He stopped and turned around. He was in shock and embarrassed. Just outside of the ring stood Eddie and two of his boxer buddies. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Eddie asked sarcastically. “You see boys? I was right when I told you that these wrestlers are just a bunch of faggots who like to fight in their underwear. There is the proof, right in front of us. HA-HA-HA! What’s up, Muscle Faggot? Whatcha doin out here all alone in your underpants?”

Mike turned beat red from embarrassment. But then he said, “What the fuck are you guys doing here. You are not supposed to be in here today. The gym is closed. I have special permission from Rico to be here.”

Eddie spoke up, “Well I am the manager of this place. I have every right to be here whenever I want. I told my buddies here that I’d let them in to workout. I had no idea that you would be here.”

Eddie is 24 years old. He stands about five feet eleven inches tall and weighs 180 pounds. He had shoulder length, dark brown hair and a mustache. Eddie’s buddies were Rey and Colby. They were each 22 years old. They were slim but had toned bodies. Their bodies were smooth and hard, like Eddie’s. All three of the boxers were dressed in satin boxing trunks and ring boots. Eddie’s trunks were purple with a white strip down each side. Rey and Colby were wearing red satin trunks with black stripes on the sides.

Eddie remarked. “I don’t know why Rico let your stinking ass in here today anyway! Who the fuck do you think you are? You fucking wrestlers think that you own this damn place. Well I am sick and tired of putting up with you and your asshole buddies. I think that it’s time that you learned your fucking place around here Mikey.” Eddie turned to his two henchmen and ordered them; “Get in there and teach him who rules this gym!”

Rey and Colby approached the ring. First Colby rolled in under the bottom rope. Mike immediately began stomping Colby before he had a chance to get on his feet. A few hard kicks to the head and a couple to the gut, and Colby was out of it before he knew what had hit him. Rey stepped through the ropes cautiously. He stood and stared at Mike in a moment’s hesitation. Eddie yelled, “What’s wrong with you man? Get the mother fucker!!!” Rey nervously glanced over at Eddie. That was a big mistake. Because when he did, Mike swung around with a big round-house kick that caught Rey on the side of his head. Rey went down hard, holding his head with both hands. He never saw it coming.

By this time, Colby was getting to his feet. Mike saw him and charged directly at him spearing him. You could hear the air being forced out of Colby’s lungs. Once again, he was on the canvas. Mike stepped back to the other side of the ring to assess the situation. Eddie was ranting and raving outside the ring. He was yelling at his two buddies and pounding on the ring apron.

As Rey and Colby managed to get to their feet again, Eddie commanded them, “Now go over there and beat the fuck out of that faggot! And this time, DO IT RIGHT!” The two young men began stalking their prey. Mike was nervous and it showed.

“You’re gonna be sorry that you did that wrestle-boy!” Rey taunted.

“Yea! we’re going to make you pay man! No wrestler does that to a boxer and gets away with it.” Colby added.

Rey grabbed Mike’s right arm and Colby went for the left one. They had a good grip on Mike. Mike moved toward his right driving Rey hard into the turnbuckle and pulling Colby along with them. Mike had a tremendous power advantage over either of these guys. As Rey smashed into the corner, he released his grip leaving Mike to deal with Colby. He took Colby and threw him to the mats with an arm-drag. He then did a fast back-pedal into the corner driving an elbow into Rey’s chest. He turned around and let Rey have it with three knees to the midsection. This had Rey stunned for the moment. That is when Colby came charging in at him. Mike quickly ducked out of the way and Colby ended up delivering a hard shoulder block into his own buddy’s gut.

Eddie was beside himself. He was screaming at his men to get it together. Mike grabbed Colby by the hair and pulled him out to the center of the ring. He scooped him up in a crotch lift and then slammed him to the canvas. Colby screamed out in pain and grabbed his back with both hands and he rolled around. Mike went over to Rey and pulled him out of the corner and gave him the same treatment. He reached down and grabbed both men by their hair and drug them up to their feet. Then he smashed Rey’s and Colby’s head together. Each of them had a dazed look on their faces as they fell backward and landed on the canvas. Colby laid motionless, but Rey was trying to get up. Just as he made it, Mike scooped him up again and slammed him on top of Colby. Both men just moan as they laid there in pain.

Mike stood towering over the fallen men. He flexed his biceps for them and said, “I guess now we know who rules around here don’t we boys?” Mike had no idea that Eddie had come into the ring behind him. As he turned around to walk away, before he knew what was happening, Eddie grabbed Mike by his huge bulging crotch and squeezed hard.

“AAAAARRRRRGGGGHH!!!!” Eddie had a firm hold on Mike’s balls. First, Mike’s eyes grew wide with surprise and then he grimaced in pain. He was trying to pry Eddie’s hand away but his efforts were futile. He had been able to hold his own very well against the two boxer-dudes, but with his balls being crushed, he was pretty helpless.

Eddie just stood there holding Mike up on his feet by his balls. Mike wanted to collapse, but Eddie would not let him. “What’s the matter wrestle-boy? Not so tough now are ya?”

Mike pleaded with him, “Please Eddie, let go!! . . . It fucking hurts like hell. Please let go . . . I can’t take it!”

Eddie just laughed. “Fuck you Faggot! You are going to learn that the boxers rule this gym and you are going to admit that you and your wrestler-buddies are just a bunch of fucking homos who like to fight in their underwear”.

He started jerking hard on Mike’s nuts. “Ahhh!! . . . Uggh! . . . Ahhh!!” Mike grunted.

Eddie was digging his fingers in deep, causing intense pain.

Rey and Colby were regaining their senses. They went over to where Eddie was holding Mike. They both began to beat on the wrestler while Eddie maintained the claw hold on his balls. They pounded him all over. Gut shots, kidney punches and shots to the face too. Finally, Mike dropped to the canvas and curled up in a ball. Every inch of his body was in agony.

The three boxers stood in the corner whispering to one another, discussing what they would do next. “Throw that piece of garbage out of the ring!” Eddie commanded his two henchmen. Rey and Colby picked Mike up and threw him over the top rope and out onto the floor. Mike landed hard. After a few more minutes, the three of them climbed down out of the ring and approached the fallen wrestle-stud.

Rey and Colby were instructed to pick Mike up and hold him. Mike struggled against the two men but they were just too strong. Before he knew it, Colby had his left arm held out to one side and Rey had his right arm stretched out to the other side. By this time, Mike realized that he was pretty well in for it. No matter how strong he was, it didn’t matter. He was being ganged-up on. It was three on one. And he did not like those odds. Eddie stood in front of Mike and glared into his eyes. “You muscle-faggot wrestler . . . I’ll show you what the boxers around here are made of . . . you fucking pretty-boy prick! I’ll show you!” Eddie’s biceps were huge and he had tight definition in his upper body from all of his intense training. He was a handsome man.

Eddie reached down and grabbed his own crotch. Mike could see that Eddie’s cock was getting hard. He was obviously not wearing a jock, and his cock had swollen to the point that the head was pressing hard against the shiny purple satin, making a noticeable tent between his legs. Eddie spread his legs far apart taking a wide stance in front of Mike. Steadied himself. He drew his right arm back and let his fist fly landing it right on Mike’s belly-button. Mike’s face winced in pain and out of reflex, Mike tried to double over but Colby and Rey prevented him from doing so. Mike’s head dropped and his chin was resting on his chest. Eddie took hold of Mike’s hair and snapped his head back forcing Mike to look at him. Eddie stepped in close and put his face right up into Mike’s. Then while he held Mike’s head with his left hand, he slammed another right fist hard into his aching gut. “That feel good wrestle-stud? . . . How about this?” And Eddie punched him hard, right in the balls.

“Uuuuggghhh!!”

Eddie remarked, “Damn, those fucking balls are big! Let’s see if they can take another hit.” He slammed his fist into Mike’s balls again smashing them up against his pubic bone. Pain radiated through Mike’s body. “Too bad you’re not wearing a cup Mike. Those little jockey shorts of yours don’t offer much protection at all. Let this be a lesson to you. - Never show off your package without protecting it”. Eddie gave Mike four more shots to the balls in rapid succession.

Eddie stepped back and began to work on Mike like he was a fucking punching bag. The blows came quick, like lightning, one after another. He was working his way all over Mike’s body. He slammed his fists right into Mike’s nipples. Pounding those hairy muscular pecs until they began to soften. Every minute or so, Eddie would stop and perch his knuckle right on one of Mike’s nipples and proceed to grind it really hard. Twisting his knuckle back and forth torturing those nipples until Mike screamed out in agony. Then he would return to punching and pounding. Then he turned his attention to Mike’s gut. He must have punched him twenty or thirty times forcing all of the wind from Mike’s lungs. Those six-pack abs were taking a pounding like never before. Some shots landed in the lower midsection and a few of them even connected below the belt. When Eddie drove his fist into Mike’s balls, Mike’s eyes bugged out, and his face contorted from the pain. He still had not gotten his wind back yet and was unable to cry out.

Colby pushed Rey aside and said, “Go ahead man, give Eddie a hand. Show this fucking wrestle-faggot who is in charge around here Rey.” Colby took both of Mike’s arms and held them behind his back. Rey was more than willing to get in a few shots. Eddie smiled at Rey as he stepped aside to let him have a turn. Rey’s first move was to deliver a fierce knee-lift into the crotch of Mike’s bulging white briefs.

“Uuuuuggghhh!!”

Rey taunted, “Yeah, take that you fucking muscle-faggot! Now who’s got the balls around here? . . . WE DO!! Right?!?!” Rey continued to brutally beat Mike. Several shots to the face and jaw. Mike’s head was being snapped back from the blows and his one eye was swollen shut. Blood trickled from a cut above his eye and from his busted lip. Finally, it was just too much for Mike. He felt the life draining out of him. One last blow from Rey to his head and Mike was out cold. Colby let go of him and he collapsed to the floor.



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An hour had passed. The boxers had used the time to plan the continuation of their assault on the helpless wrestler. They would let him rest for a short while before the next round began.

Mike saw a foggy light way off in the distance. It was blurry and he could hear somebody laughing. His arms were aching. They were stretched above his head. What was going on? He was beginning to regain his senses. Opening his eyes as if they each weighed a ton, the room was fuzzy at first and then coming into focus. When he saw where he was, he wished he was still unconscious. His position for the next attack was even more perilous. He was in the weight room. There was a high bar that guys used for doing chin-ups over some mats. His wrists were tied together with rope and he was suspended from the high bar. Mike had been stretched up, hands tied over his head so that his feet barely touched the mats for support.

Mike looked at the three guys in front of him, now all three with raging hard-ons pressing against their shiny satin boxing trunks. It was apparent that none of them were wearing anything under their trunks. And then it began. They did not take turns. They all went to work on him at the same time. Fists, knees, elbows, forearms and even head-butts all slamming into Mike’s muscular body. He truly was like a boxer’s punching bag now. Hanging from that high-bar, open and exposed, being beaten pounded and destroyed.

Eddie seemed to especially like concentrating on Mike’s mid-section and went to work on the man’s gut with a vengeance. While Rey and Colby moved up and down on Mike’s suspended and bound body. “Don’t hit him in the face any more guys. I don’t want this fucker to pass out again! I want him to stay awake so that he can feel the pain!” Eddie ordered. Eddie zeroed in on Mike’s battered gut. First one fist and then the other slammed into the rock hard abs that Mike had worked so hard to build. Now they were being beaten into mush.

Mike jerked savagely from the rope that suspended him as the three men continued working him over. The pain that Mike was in, was evident. You could just see it in his face. But he was intent on not crying out. After about an hour of this punishment, they decided to release Mike from his binds and let him drop to the mats. From being strung-up for so long, he couldn’t even move his arms. Shit, he couldn’t even feel them! Rey stood next to Mike and began prodding Mike’s crotch with the toe of his boot. First, rubbing it, then jamming it hard into his balls. A quick stomp and Mike screamed. Rey stepped back to watch Mike wriggle in pain. He wanted to grab his crotch to protect it but he could not move his arms.

Once more they let Mike have a little rest period. He just laid there on the mats for about twenty minutes, motionless. Then they dragged him back into the ring for the next punishment session. Eddie announced, “Okay Fuck-wad, now you and I are going to have a little sparring practice. We’re gonna see if you know anything about boxing. You probably don’t though, since boxing is a REAL MAN’s sport. Not like that wrestling shit that you and your homo buddies do.” Colby handed Mike a pair of gloves and told him to put them on.

Mike slipped them on as he protested in a whiney voice. “Just let me go Eddie. I promise that I won’t tell anybody about this. Please man! Just don’t beat me anymore.”

Eddie responded, “Stop your fuckin whining Pussy-Boy. When I am ready to let you go, then I’ll tell you. Until then, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DO AS YOU ARE TOLD!!!”

Mike had both gloves on now and he asked Eddie, “How am I supposed to tie these things up?”

Eddie laughed at him and said, “Rey and Colby will give you a hand. Won’t you boys?” Mike was standing with his back leaning against the ropes. Rey and Colby stood on the ring apron and each took one of Mike’s arms to lace-up and tie his gloves. Eddie continued to engage Mike’s attention with idle conversation and ridicule about how he was gonna teach Mike how to be a real man. Before he realized what was happening, Rey and Colby had tied the laces from Mike’s gloves to the top rope. Once more his arms were bound.

Eddie moved in and began a vicious assault on Mike’s exposed mid-section again. Left, right, left, right. Mike just wanted to die right there. At least then it would all be over. He thought to himself, I can’t take much more of this. They are going to kill me. Then Rey and Colby took a hold of Mike’s ankles and forced his legs wide apart. Colby said, “I’ve just got to check him out man. I just got to see!!” With that, Colby reached between Mike’s legs from behind and cupped his hand over the enormous bulge in his underwear. He began to massage Mike’s crotch while Eddie continued to torture his gut. Colby remarked, “Holy Fuck!! . . . He is fucking huge!!! . . . And it is getting bigger!”

Even with the pain from the beating that Eddie was giving him, he could not stop the stirring in his crotch. Colby could not contain himself. He proceeded to rip Mike’s briefs off of him. When he did, Eddie stopped punching and froze on the spot. So did the other two guys. They stared as though they were in a hypnotic trance. Their mouths hung open in amazement as Mike’s cock grew to its full 14 rock hard inches. There was a deadening silence in the gym now. The boxer-dudes were stunned at the site of Mike’s magnificence. Finally, Eddie spoke, “I ain’t never seen one that big before in my life!! DAMN!! How in the hell did you ever get a fucking cock that big? I never thought that it was possible for a man to have that much!”

Colby couldn’t hold off any longer. He said, “I gotta have it!!” He immediately positioned himself underneath Mike, between his legs and began to lick and suck on his giant monster-dick. While he was busy with that, Eddie resumed beating Mike’s abs. Rey, who was still out on the ring apron behind Mike, was not about to be left out of the action. He began to play with Mike’s ass. He was ramming his fingers as far up Mike’s ass as he could. Mike was having trouble trying to understand just what was happening to him. His cock was being sucked and his ass was being probed while his abs were being pummeled. It was just too much for his brain to process. He was oblivious.

Colby worked furiously on Mike’s mammoth cock. It was a major effort just to get the head of that thing into his mouth. Eddie decided that he wanted a crack at that enormous slab of meat. He shoved Colby aside and again glared in amazement at it. “Let’s see if that thing is as tough as it is big!” Eddie began swinging at Mike’s cock. Left hook, right uppercut. Again, and again. He had that giant boner swinging and bobbing around all over.

Mike cried out in pain. He was actually sobbing as he begged, “Please stop. . . No more! . . . PLEEEEAAASSSEE!!!” Eddie did not stop. He continued to bat Mike’s cock with a vengeance. Finally, it happened. Mike’s cock began to gush. He must have shot about ten times.

Rey yelled out, “Hey look Eddie!!! You juiced him!”

Eddie looked at his boxing gloves and saw that there was quite a bit of Mike’s load on them. “LOOK WHAT YOU DID YOU FUCKING QUEER! YOU GOT YOUR CUM ALL OVER MY GLOVES!” Eddie then proceeded to wipe the gloves all over Mike’s face. Now his face was covered with blood, tears and his own cum. Eddie kicked Mike in the balls. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!”

They untied Mike’s gloves from the ropes and let him drop to the canvas. Rey came into the ring and he had taken his boots off. He walked over to Mike, who was laying on his belly. Rey started sticking his big toe into Mike’s ass. Mike was too exhausted to even try to move. Rey wiggled his toe and managed to penetrate Mike’s asshole. “Did you like that BOY? You must have or you wouldn’t have shot that big load. I didn’t know that you faggot wrestlers enjoyed a good cock-beating. Well, I guess you realize who rules in this gym now don’t ya?” Then Rey pulled his toe out of Mike’s ass and it made a pop sound as it came out. He rolled Mike over onto his back. He shoved his foot into Mike’s face and demanded that he clean off his big toe. “Lick it off BOY”! Mike turned his head away and Rey stomped him in his tender gut. “You might as well do it boy! You’re not going anywhere until you do.” Again, he shoved his toe into Mike’s face pressing it against his lips. “Open up boy! Come on man, suck that toe like a good boy.” Mike was forced to comply. Rey smiled. “Yeah that’s it. Suck it like you were sucking one of your buddy’s cocks.” Mike gagged as he licked and sucked on Rey’s toe. Before it was over, Rey made him suck all of his toes just for good measure. He was forced to give Rey’s feet a tongue bath. Rey really enjoyed that. --- Mike didn’t like it at all.

Eddie said, “You know something wrestle-boy? I think that you would make a great practice dummy for us boxers. I think that you should denounce your crummy wrestler friends and join up with us. You will come to the gym on OUR nights and let all of the boxers practice on you.”

Mike told him to go fuck himself. Eddie responded, “Awe, now why do you want to go and insult me like that. I am offering you an opportunity to become a real man and leave those pussy wrestlers behind.” But Mike was not about to go along with him. So, Eddie decided a little more persuasion was called for.

He snapped his fingers and pointed to Rey, indicating that it was his turn again. Rey took Mike by the hair and dragged him up to his feet. He bent Mike over the top rope and started stroking his hairy ass. He spread Mike’s ass cheeks wide apart and looked at that pretty pink hole. “You ever let any of your queer wrestle-buddies fuck you Mike? Yeah, you probably have. But I think that you need to be fucked by a real man.” Rey’s cock was hard. It was about eight inches long. Mike moaned and screamed as Rey muscled his cock deep into his ass. Once he had his cock planted, he pulled Mike into an upright position and got him into a full nelson. He turned Mike to face Eddie. Once more Eddie went to work on Mike’s abs. Colby got down on the mats and seized Mike’s balls. So now, Mike was having his gut pounded, his balls pulled and stretched and getting fucked up the ass all at the same time.

After about ten minutes of this torture, Eddie asked Mike if he had changed his mind about joining the boxers yet. Mike did not answer him. The punishment continued. Eddie said, “We have all night man. We are not gonna stop until you change your mind. We’ll beat you into tomorrow morning if you want us to.”

Rey was thrusting violently. He was about to cum. As he did, his grunts and groans became louder. Eddie stopped to watch as Rey pumped his load of hot white man-juice into Mike’s ass. Colby had never let up on his assault on Mike’s balls. Pulling, twisting and squeezing them. Eddie laughed. “I wish you could see yourself man. The look on your face is priceless”.

Eddie delivered about three more shots into the weakened tender abs and Mike cried out, “Okay, I have had enough. Whatever you want. I’ll join you guys, just please stop”. Eddie stopped his punching and pounding, Colby let go of Mike’s nutsack and Rey pulled out of his tight hot ass.

“Alright! Now that you have come to your senses and you have willingly decided to join us, you will be required to do a few things first. That fucking chest hair has got to go. You will keep your body shaved clean at all times. Is that clear? “Mike just stared at him. When he did not answer quick enough to satisfy Eddie, he got a kick to the gut for his trouble. “I SAID . . . IS THAT CLEAR?!?!? “

Mike whimpered, “Yes sir.”

Eddie replied, “That’s better. Now the other thing that you must do is to denounce all of your wrestler buddies. You WILL be here tomorrow morning when I open this place for business.”

Mike interrupted him, “But I am supposed to leave for vacation tomorrow morning. -- Ooooofffff!!” Mike got a kick to the balls for interrupting Eddie while he was speaking.

“Now then, as I was saying, you will be here tomorrow morning and you will remain here all fucking day long. You will tell everyone that you are tired of hanging out with a bunch of cock-sucking homos. And that you are going to go with the REAL MEN. You will tell them that you are switching over to be with the Boxers. You will be wearing boxing trunks and ring boots. No more of those fuckin underpants that you wrestlers call trunks. Remember, as manager of this gym, I will be there to make sure that you do as you are told.”

The next morning when Eddie came back to open up the gym. He found Mike right where they had left him. Right in the center of the ring with his wrists and ankles tied to the four corner posts. Eddie untied him and directed him back to the showers. He said, “You will need to take a shower and get ready for your ex-buddies to start showing up. I put a pair of boxing trunks and boots on the bench in front of your locker. When you are finished with your shower, you WILL put them on!” Mike took a long hot shower. The hot water pulsing against his beaten muscles felt good. He could hardly move. He was still very sore from the beating that he had taken the previous day.

When he got back to his locker, he put on the black ring boots and laced them up. Then he pulled the black satin boxing trunks up. He did not look at the trunks before he put them on. But when he stepped in front of the mirror, the first thing that he noticed was how bad his face looked. Everyone would know instantly that he had been beaten severely. Then he looked down and saw that on the front of the shiny black trunks, in bold bright yellow lettering, it said, “Boxers are Real Men “. What he did not know was that across the ass of his trunks it said, “Wrestlers are Pussies” in bold hot pink letters.

Needless to say, Mike was subjected to several more beatings from many of the wrestlers throughout the day. Eddie just stood by and watched as Mike’s old wrestling buddies turned on him. He took great delight in seeing Mike being beaten and tortured all day long.

So much for fun in the sun on the beaches of Key West.



-- The End