Lured In

Lured In

by

Lifeguard

The money Ray had won from the pin fall against Bulldog was all that stood between him and eviction last month. Even so, after the beating he had received following his last match Ray vowed not to accept any more matches however, another month had past and again the rent was due so Ray decided to approached Pedro to schedule a match.


Pedro was elated to see Ray. Ray's matches were becoming the biggest draw in the Underground Wrestling Circuit. Membership in the gym was way up with just about every new member asking when Ray's next match was. So, when Ray told Pedro he was interested in another match and that he needed to have a guaranteed payout, Pedro jumped at the opportunity with the stipulation that Ray had to participate in one match per month over the next twelve months. Ray negotiated the payout of $1,000 per match, win or lose, and agreed to the minimum twelve matches.

Match day rolled around and Ray showed up at the gym not knowing who his next opponent would be. When he got to the locker room he put on his skimpy red Speedo, once again putting his sculpted physique on display. At 6' and a ripped 190 lbs with a moderate covering of brown hair on his chest and abs trailing into his Speedo, Ray turned heads whenever he went shirtless. He had a buzzed shaved head and goatee. He opted to wrestle barefoot today. Pedro then pointed his opponent out. His name was Hector, and he looked more like a street punk than a wrestler. He was about 5'9" and appeared to be quite scrawny although Ray couldn't tell for sure because of his oversized tee and baggy jeans. "Is that what he is wearing in the ring?" asked Ray. Pedro nodded. "How's he gonna move around in the ring with all those big, baggy clothes on?" added Ray. Pedro shrugged his shoulders and suggested that he should not be concerned about that.

Ray was the first to be called to the ring. Amidst cheers and whistles, Ray approached the ring without incident. Hector was then called to the ring. Following his introduction, a group of six young Hispanics approached the ring dressed in street baggies with Hector following the pack. Hector stepped through the ropes while his "posse" remained at ringside. Hector walk directly toward Ray and said "My Uncle Jose told me you're a wimp and I'd have an easy time with you." and as he grabbed his own crotch he continued "I'm gonna beat the shit out of you." Ray was infuriated that this punk, he guessed was around 19 or 20 years old, would insult him with such cockiness.

Ray responded, "You're Jose's nephew? Great! I'm going to take my revenge on him out on you, you fuckin punk. Let's just get rid of your friends and see who's tougher, man to man"

"You think I need any help to beat your ass?" Hector responded with a loud laugh. "You're nothing but a pussy ass bitch. All your muscle ain't gonna help you against me. I'm gonna beat the piss out of you and when I'm done slapping you around, I'm gonna fuck that pussy bubble butt of yours. Uncle Jose told me you like that." The referee interrupted and said, "I want to see a good, clean match. I'm not going to put up with any bullshit. Now go back to your corners and wait for the bell."

The bell rang and the two neared the center of the ring. Without hesitation, Ray leapt into the air and delivered a drop kick. Hector went down hard but got right back up to his feet only to find another drop kick coming at him. Again, Ray's feet connected with Hector, one on his upper chest and the other on his chin. Hector did not get up as quickly this time. Ray grabbed a hand full of Hector's hair and his wrist, stood him up and flung him across the ring. Hector bounced off the ropes and as he barreled back toward the center of the ring was met by flying cross body block. Before he knew what was happening Ray had him in a pinning position. Hector quickly kicked out. Ray then jumped up to his feet and charged toward his opponent. As Hector rose to his feet, Ray hit him with a close line. Ray got up and approached Hector again. This time Hector only managed to get to his knees and as Ray neared, held both hands up, pleading with Ray to stop his onslaught. "Please, I'm sorry, don't hurt me anymore," Hector begged. Ray was taken aback by the begging and did not immediately attack. That was the opening Hector was looking for. As Ray hesitated, Hector grabbed the waist band of Ray's Speedo with both hands, and with all his weight, leaned back pulling Ray forward and off balance. The result was better than Hector had expected. Caught off guard, Ray was sent diving between the second and third turnbuckle stopping only when his forehead collided with the ring post. The crowd cheered as Ray lie on the turnbuckle, dazed, with his bubble butt, covered in skin tight red nylon, on display.

Hector got back to his feet and saw Ray's prone body with his upper body outside the ring and his lower body ringside. He screamed out "Shit man, didn't take him long to get into this position." The crowd erupted. Hector approached Ray and kicked him squarely between the legs. The pain revived Ray and his body bucked only to be met with another kick that connected solidly with his cock and balls. Ray slid through the ropes landing on the floor outside the ring where he rolled into a fetal position.

Inside the ring, Hector was being chastised by the referee. "One more stunt like that and I'm gonna disqualify you." To which Hector shrugged his shoulders intimating that he didn't know what the referee was talking about. The referee then stepped outside the ring to see if Ray was able to continue. As soon as he reached the floor, the ref was jumped by several members of Hector's posse. Together the posse ganged up on the ref, knocking him out with a pile driver.

As the assault on the ref was taking place, Hector slid outside the ring, pulled Ray up to his feet and stood him up leaning against the ring post. Hector started directing comments at Ray and the crowd; "I can't believe what a fuckin wimp you are, you're getting beat up by a 19-year-old who is thirty pounds lighter than you. All your muscles ain't helping you against me." Then he turned his attention to the audience; "Look at this guy and all his muscles. I'm gonna have him beggin for mercy."

Then, like a boxer Hector leaned into the slumped over Ray and delivered an upper cut to Ray's jaw. Ray's head snapped back and banged against the ring post causing his eyes to roll back and sending him into a semi-conscious state. The verbal humiliation continued; "Fuck this wrestling shit, I'm just gonna beat you up. I can't believe that you're such an easy opponent. COME ON! Fight back wimp." Hector demanded and when Ray showed no signs of defense, Hector pummeled his stomach with a barrage of punches. One after another, the fists landed, first above the navel. Steadily, Hector lowered his target until he was delivering punch after punch below Ray's navel and his pubic area. Each punch caused Ray to slump forward only to be pushed back upright by Hector, who was leaning in with his shoulder. Finally, Hector backed away and Ray dropped down to his knees gasping for air and holding his gut.

Even the partisan crowd was shocked by the ease in which this teenager was annihilating his older, larger and more muscular opponent. Ray who was in great shape and who's body reflected years of intense training, was being totally manhandled. After turning to the crowd with his arms raised, Hector began shouting, "Look at this guy with all his muscles, he's nothing but a muscled-up wimp." Then in a demonstration of Latin machismo he pulled his shirt up over his head and off, revealing a smooth chest covered with gang style tattoos. His low rider jeans were so low his pubes were showing. Ray was wrong in his assessment of Hector as being scrawny. Although thin, he was ripped. His tattooed chest and eight-pack were rock solid.

Hector wrapped his shirt around Ray's neck and began dragging him around the outside of the ring. Ray frantically grabbed at the makeshift noose; trying to slacken it enough to fill his lungs with air. Hector circled the entire ring with Ray in tow. The effects of oxygen deprivation were beginning to show as Ray's movements slowed down until finally his arms dropped down to his side. Just before Ray completely lost consciousness, Hector released the choke, lifted him to his feet and hoist him under the ring ropes and back into the ring.

Hector followed Ray into the ring. Once there, Hector approached his sprawled out opponent and began to rub Ray's cock through his Speedo. He continued to massage Ray's cock until, to everyone's amazement, he got a raging erection. Hector looked over at his uncle who stood up and tossed a cock ring to him. Hector pulled down Ray's Speedo, attached the device and pulled the Speedo back up so that the waist band was positioned under Ray's cock and balls exposing his erection.

Hector propped Ray up on his feet. Dazed, Ray was barely able to keep his balance. Hector began shuffling around Ray imitating a fleet footed boxer dancing around a slower opponent. A short jab to Ray's chin left his leg buckling. A second jab hit Ray squarely in the cheek. Hector was dancing around, throwing jabs as Ray stumbled about the ring somehow staying on his feet. The sight of this muscled stud, dazed and dopey with the front of his Speedo pulled down exposing his cock and balls had the crowd in a frenzy. Pathetically, Ray had become Hector's punching bag. Three more deliberately delivered jabs and Ray finally began going down when Hector delivered a low blow to Ray's erect dick followed by a right hook connecting square on Ray's chin. The impact of the punch changed the trajectory of Ray's forward motion and he fell backward until he bounced off the ring ropes. As he rebounded off the ropes and back toward his opponent, Hector followed up with another hook to Ray's chin which spun the muscle stud sending him into a virtually slow motion fall landing flat on his back. Ray laid spread eagle on the mat with his exposed dick standing straight up.

Hector than pulled his dazed opponent back to his feet and hurled him into the corner. Leaning into the corner turnbuckle was all that was keeping Ray on his feet. Meanwhile, Hector ran into the corner delivering a shoulder block into Ray's gut. Phlegm flew out of Ray's mouth as he coughed and gasped. Hector then draped Ray's arms over the top ropes, untied one of the tag ropes from the corner and proceeded to tie it around Ray's wrist and the top rope. Hector walked over to the opposite corner, got the remaining tag rope and tied it around Ray's other wrist and the top rope leaving Ray trapped in the corner. Hector then picked up Ray's legs and draped them over the lower ring ropes leaving his opponent wide open to further abuse. Ray, Hector and the crowd were equally astonished when they realized he still had a raging boner. "No shit, you really do like this" to which Ray pleaded weakly "NO, come on, untie me."

Hector did not respond to Ray's request, instead his attention moved to Ray's muscular pecs. Grabbing each meaty slab of muscle, Hector burrowed his fingers under each pectoral just below the armpit while clasping down with his thumbs over the nipple. Ray screamed in agony as the heel grasped his pecs. After about thirty seconds of gripping his tits, and not satisfied with the pain he was inflicting, Hector began to knead the muscles in his grip. By now Ray's screams had subsided, replaced by moans and whimpers. Hector continued to knead until Ray's pecs began to breakdown and soften. This went on for over several minutes until Hector was satisfied, he had rendered Ray's pectorals useless. Then he turned his attention to Ray's left bicep and clasped on it with two claws. In the same fashion he kneaded the muscle until it softened and did the same to the right bicep. Ray's pecs and biceps burned, his fingers were numb and with his arms tied and his legs draped over the ropes; he was helpless.

Hector went to work on Ray's abs in the same methodical fashion. He dropped to his knees in front of Ray and applied a double stomach claw. Ray abdominal muscles burned as Hector's fingers dug under the muscle and pulled away. It felt as though muscle was actually tearing. By now, Ray's head was hanging forward while he whimpered his submission. Hector responded, "You think you're getting off that easy? There's no ref to protect you now, bitch." And while still kneeling, Hector released the claw and delivered a compact jab to Ray's still erect cock. Ray could only manage a gasp as he desperately tried to breath. A second and third blow to his cock sent Ray into a state of incoherence.

Satisfied that he had rendered his opponent helpless, Hector untied Ray's wrists and the beaten stud fell forward face first to the mat with a thud. As Ray lay face down and motionless on the mat, Hector reached down sticking his fingers into Ray's Speedo waist band. A weak, whimpery "nnnnoooooooo" could be heard throughout the room as Ray begged Hector to stop. "Don't please, no more, please, no more," the whimpering turned into exhausted panic.

Hector ignored Ray's pleading and peeled off his tight red Speedos. Hector wasted no time rolling Ray onto his back, spreading his legs apart and grabbing onto Ray's nut sac above his balls. The result was to have Ray's balls pushed tight up against his scrotum. Ray felt as though his balls were going to bust out of their sac. A sense of nausea came over him but Hector continued the assault on his manhood. Hector then ordered the stud to stand. Ray had no choice but to oblige.

The two were face to face in the middle of the ring, Hector hand clasping Ray's nut sac tightly while Ray weakly grabbed onto Hector's wrist. Hector's grip then moved to one of Ray's testicles. He grabbed it between his thumb and two fingers and began to slowly knead the ball. This caused Ray's leg to go spastic, then his knee to buckled and finally he dropped to one knee. "Oh no you don't, get up!" Hector ordered as he slid his grip back above the orbs in the position he used earlier and ordered Ray back to his feet while increasing the pressure on his nut vice. When Ray got back to his feet, Hector regrabbed Ray's ball and resumed kneading his testicle. Again, Ray lost control of his legs and this time before he dropped, Hector slid his grip warning Ray "Stay up! If you go down, I swear I'll pop em." Hector alternated Ray's ball torture in this manner for several minutes until Ray couldn't stand any longer. As he started to collapse backward, Hector tightened his grip on Ray's sack. Ray's arms had fallen limp at his side as he dropped to his knees. Again, Hector ordered the muscle stud back to his feet. The order didn't even register as Hector maintained his grip on Ray's balls. "Stay with me big guy, I'm not done with you yet" Hector said as he let go of Ray's nuts and grabbed onto his head holding him up in a kneeling position.

Hector held Ray's head up to face him and spat into his face "You fuckin muscled up gym faggot, you're such a fuckin pussy. I'll always be able to beat the shit out of you because you're nothing but a pussy." Hector than spat in his face again and bitch slapped him. He continued this abuse, smacking his face raw with intermittent spitting. The abuse excited Hector to the point where his baggy jeans were tented with his ten inch cock.

The shirtless Hector decided it was time to go in for a final move. In preparation he unbuckled his jeans and took them off revealing a lower body that was just as ripped as the upper. He took his boxers off and the crowd "oooed: and "aahhed" as his ten inch fully erect cock sprang up to attention. The Latin stud then dragged Ray, who was lying face first into the mat, toward the corner, sat down while grabbing hold of Ray's head and lifted it up straining his neck. Hector then wrapped his legs around Ray head in a reverse figure four head scissor. Ray's nose and mouth were shoved up under Hector's cock and tight up against his balls.

Almost immediately Ray started flailing his arms as once again his supply of oxygen was cut off. "How does it feel, big muscle stud like you being smothered by my teen balls." Hector said. After a while, Ray's flailing arms began to slow down at which point Hector reached up and by grabbing the upper ring ropes with both hands, pulled himself up off the mat while maintaining the figure four head lock. This added even more pressure to Ray's already straining neck while pulling his face tighter into Hector's balls. Ray's hands were no longer flailing; instead they were resting on Hector's thighs. Hector began violently dropping his butt to the mat and then pulling himself up, over and over, until Ray's arms fell limo to the mat.

Hector was satisfied Ray was out cold. He untangled his legs from around Ray's head and stood above him. He motioned to his posse to enter the ring. Once inside, the entourage held Ray up and leaned him against the ring ropes facing out to the audience. Then they leaned him over the top rope so that he was bent forward, draped over the rope with his toes barely reaching the mat and his arms hanging down. Hector shouted instructions at which point two of the posse grabbed the tag ropes that were used earlier in the match and each grabbed one of Ray's wrists. They pulled his arms down and in opposite directions and tied them off on the lower ropes. Up to this point, Ray showed no signs of regaining consciousness.

Hector's proud uncle, Jose, jumped up onto the ring apron near Ray and waved smelling salts under his nose. Ray's body jerked as he came too. Immediately Jose whispered into Ray's ear "You thought you were going to take your revenge out on my nephew. You fuckin pussy, this teenager beat the piss out of you and now he and his crew are going pound your ass."

Hector was the first one up. Without delay, he approached the bent over grappler from inside the ring and wasted no time shoving his ten inch cock into the bubble butted gym rat's asshole. The crowd went wild as the effect of Hector's thrusting pelvis caused a sling shot effect; each thrust stretched the rope Ray was draped over bouncing him back into Hector's waiting cock. The effect caused maximum penetration and the slapping of Ray's sweaty ass up against Hector's pubic area could be heard throughout the room. Hector continued to violate Ray's ass, pumping harder and faster, further increasing the sling shot effect until he grabbed Ray around the waste, held him tight against his crotch and exploded a load of cum deep inside.

Hector leaned down to Ray and said "We're not done with you. You're gonna be my posse's fuck doll." Ray groaned as Hector removed his cock leaving Ray still tied up and hanging over the top rope. Ray slipped in and out of consciousness several times as each member of Hector's entourage took turns fucking his ass, recreating the same sling shot effect Hector had discovered. After about an hour, the gang bang was over and the group left the ring without untying Ray.

Meanwhile, the ref, who had been knocked unconscious earlier in the match, awoke to see the results of the carnage. He got into the ring and was about to untie Ray when he stopped, looked Ray over and then looked out into the crowd, smiled and nodded his head up and down. The crowd again erupted into frenzied cheers as the referee undid his belt, dropped his pants and whipped out his dick. The ref's cock dwarfed all the others.

By now Ray had regained full consciousness and let out a loud "UUUUHHHH" as the ref pushed his 12 inch cock into Ray's abused asshole. As the ref began to rhythmically thrust his pelvis forward and backward the slingshot effect of the ring ropes resumed. Each time Ray rebounded onto the Ref's shaft and smacked up against his pubes he let out a loud, high pitched moan. As the intensity of the ref's thrusting increased, Ray's moaning did too. Finally, the Ref exploded into Ray's ass.

After shooting his load, the ref untied Ray. Ray just hung over the ropes, motionless, at which point Hector returned to the ring, "Lets clean this place up" he shouted. Then he lifted Ray up by the knees and let him fall over the top rope, crashing onto the ring apron. As he lay there, Hector ran to the opposite side of the ring, bounced off the rope and as he approached Ray, slid into him feet first, sending him crashing hard onto the floor.

Ray remained on the floor as the spectators filed out of the room. Most simply walked by the prone stud however two guys stopped and put Ray into an over the knee backbreaker. As one of the spectators held him stretched out over a knee, the other started jerkin Ray off. Eventually, a delirious Ray erupted a load of cum on his chest and stomach and passed out again. When he awoke, he was once again, naked and sprawled out on the hood of his car. He found with a wad of bills, his payment for the match, in with a pile of his clothes.