One Step Beyond

One Step Beyond

By The Mangler

            Once again, it was fight night at Bugle Boy's, a local gay bar that was part of the Wrestling Underground League (WUL). The wrestling ring in the back room, which, when not used for wrestling, could be used for various fantasy and bondage scenarios.

          Big Al, the matches' owner, and promoter, wasn't excited about tonight's card. About a year ago, new champions had been established in the tag team category. The new champs, Ron, and Robert, also known as R&R, were indisputably good wrestlers and were big, muscular, and handsome. Unfortunately, they were also arrogant as hell, and not very fan friendly. It was assumed that they were straight as well since they never took an opportunity to abuse their defeated opponents as so many others did. In the WUL, all matches were anything goes, and Bugle Boy's was one of the more notorious venues in the league. Many matches had ended in the nude, with fucking, cocksucking, use, and abuse, both consensual and forced.

R&R were not liked. However, they managed to defeat all their opponents. Not always easily, but beat them they did, and usually without resorting to foul tactics. They may not have been liked, but they consistently brought in a big crowd, primarily those hoping to see them get their asses kicked. Big Al felt tonight was not to be that night.

          Big Al was the owner of the bar. He had been a wrestler himself many years ago but was not a very successful one because he refused to hide the fact that he was gay. As a result, he always wrestled the undercard and was slotted to lose since most of the fights in the big leagues were fixed. However, he did make a decent living. He decided to join when he turned 50 and learned about the Wrestling Underground League, where fights were real and crowds smaller. However, he quickly realized that the league wanted younger, better-looking wrestlers. Once again, he had found himself disappointed. However, when he found out the league allowed no-holds-barred wrestling and would wrestle anywhere if the money was right, he bought the Bugle Boy and turned it into a wrestling bar. It was the first gay stop on the tour, but many others quickly turned up, and the wrestling league now boasted a large contingent of gay wrestlers. Big Al had taken the opportunity to teach many of the wrestlers some holds, especially shortcuts to wear down and humiliate some of the straight wrestlers. Still, the best matches were also between gay guys who would often go to ANY lengths to win. The matches were not only hot but entertaining as well.

          The tag champions had come upon the scene about a year and a half ago and won the titles within six months. They could best be described as tall, handsome, great wrestlers, and arrogant. They showed up, wrestled, won, took their money, and left. They were rude to the fans and crowds. If only they knew how much fun they could have had. However, they never did any of the kinky or humiliating acts to their opponents after the matches. And they had defeated some of the best wrestlers in the league, the dirtiest and biggest. Physically, they were impressive. Ron stood 6'2" tall and weighed in at 200 #. He had a sizeable, well-developed chest with little to no hair on it. His head had a short crop of blond hair, with startling blue eyes to match. His trunks hinted at an extensive set of tools, but they had never been seen in public.

          Rob was almost identical. He, too, stood 6'2" tall, weighed in at 205 #, and had blond hair. His enormous chest was covered with a light dusting of blond hair, which stood out against his magnificent tan. His trunks also hinted at a large pair of nuts and a humongous cock.

          The opponents lined up for tonight were not what Big Al had in mind at all. However, he had been unable to find any other opponents, and the team spokesman, Joey, had literally begged for the match. Big Al agreed sight unseen and, when the team had arrived earlier, had been sorry. The door had opened, and the three guys had walked in. Joey was the confident one of the bunch walking in, peeling off his tank top and throwing it into the crowd. Jimmy and Johnny could be best described as slinking into the bar. They kept their heads down, did not look at anybody, and slowly walked toward the locker room. The crowd moaned in disgust as it looked as if a loud boo would startle the guys into a scared stampede for safety. Both guys were 5'8" tall and weighed in at 150 pounds. Both had black hair. They wore bulky shirts, so nothing could be told about their builds, but it didn't look promising. However, both were wearing tight-fitting jeans demonstrating impressive baskets and tight asses. Great if you're looking for a night of fun, but the crowd wasn't looking for a sex partner; they were looking for a wrestling match. Big Al could see the mood get testy. No one knew that Jimmy and Johnny were high school seniors, both 18 and both gymnasts with incredibly defined bodies.

          Ron and Rob entered the bar with Roger, their "enforcer" for the night. The matches had been getting slightly out of hand the last few times, with many foreign objects. Since the rules were anything goes, there wasn't a lot R&R could do about it. However, since they did defend their title more often than they had to (for the money only), a compromise of sorts was reached. Still, anything goes but each side got to bring an "enforcer" with them. His only job was to check out the opponents before the match for foreign objects, and illegal substances. However, anything that got by the enforcer and into the ring was considered fair game. Like his friends, Roger was big, muscular, and relatively easygoing. The gang ignored the crowd's taunts and went straight to the dressing area.

          As R&R entered their locker room, they were met by Joey, J&J's enforcer. Joey stood 5'6" and weighed in at 130 pounds. He wasn't wearing a shirt and had several tattoos over his body. He had long, dirty blond hair that was swept back into a ponytail.

          "Well, while you guys get naked, let me see your wrestling gear," Joey sneered.

          "What do you mean get naked," was Ron's reply.

          "Hey, I am the enforcer, and I want to see every square inch of your body to make sure you guys don't cheat your way to another victory tonight," Joey replied contemptuously.

          "We don't have to cheat our way to victory, especially not over those two wimps we're fighting tonight. And all we are required to do is let you make sure we don't have any foreign objects, not ogle our body, pussy."

          "I could care less about your worthless bodies. However, according to YOUR RULES, I am allowed to check for foreign objects, and that is what I aim to do now: get naked."

          Realizing they had no choice, R&R handed over their gear and began to strip. They usually wouldn't object to being naked, but there was something about Joey that gave them the creeps. Maybe it was the way he seemed to be leering at them.

          Once they were entirely naked and had locked their clothes in the locker (at Joey's insistence so that they couldn't sneak anything out), they stood there while Joey slowly examined each piece of their equipment, from the boots to the jockstrap with cups to the trunks. When Joey was reading the jocks, he seemed to go into a trance, more fondling the material than examining it, and began sporting a prominent bulge in his tight jeans. This only increased the anxiety of R&R.

          After examining their gear, he made the two champs raise their arms over their heads as he examined their pits, almost getting his nose into the hairy depths. He next made them turn around.

          "Okay, Ron-boy, bend over, grab your cheeks, and spread 'em," Joey demanded.

          "Fuck you, you goddamned faggot. There ain't no way I'm showing you my ass," Ron screamed.

          "Then I guess you dudes just have to give up the belts without a fight, as those are the rules."

          Realizing he had no other choice, Ron did as instructed, bent over, and separated his ass cheeks. Joey smiled as he looked at the virginal hair-ringed hole. He noticed the flush in the mirror creeping into Ron's face and just laughed.

          "Looks like they ain't no foreign bodies there, but you really should learn to clean that hole," Joey taunted.

          Ron swung around, his face a dark red, livid with anger. Before he could think of anything to say, however, Joey turned to Rob and demanded, "Show me your filthy pussy hole."

          Rob, his face also darkened with anger, assumed the degrading position. As Joey bent over to look, Ron picked up his jock and started to put it on. "Hold on, there chump. I ain't quite finished with you yet.

          "What the Fuck else do you want," Ron demanded.

          "Just let me finish up here, and I'll tell you." Joey finished examining Rob's clean hole and then turned to Ron.

          "You need to pull that foreskin back so I can make sure you ain't hiding anything in there."

          With that, Ron lost it and lunged for Joey. Rob, however, managed to intercept him before any damage was done. "You fucking perverted bastard, there isn't any way I'm going to let you see me jerk it."

          Joey just turned to leave, saying, "Well then, I guess we get new champs."

          Rob replied, "Hold on a minute." He and Ron then went into a rather heated discussion. The discussion ended with Ron retracting his foreskin while Joey examined the large head of his prick.

          Finally satisfied, he allowed the champs to get dressed and ready for the match. Both were already in an angry mood, not to mention somewhat humiliated by the display they had been forced to endure. Fortunately, they didn't realize this was only a minor event compared to what lay in store for them for the rest of the night.

          Meanwhile, Roger was doing his job as the enforcer in the challenger's locker room. As soon as he entered the room, he knew tonight would be another quick fight. The two opponents were standing around waiting for Roger.

          "Okay, guys, let's get this show on the road," Roger said as he entered.

          Johnny handed his bag to Roger with a boyish look, keeping his head down and not looking him in the eye. "This is my gear, sir."

          Roger smirked when he heard the word sir and opened the tattered gym bag. Inside were a pair of regulation wrestling boots, which Roger gave a quick once over to, missing the fact that the tips had been hardened with a metal implant in the end; an old yellowed jockstrap with a protective cup in place, a pair of wrestling trunks, and a pair of knee protectors. Roger examined the knee protectors closely and was satisfied that nothing was improper about them.

          "Okay, these look good. Now, why don't you two strip down and let me check you out so you can get dressed."

          Johnny turned his back to Roger as he started to unbutton his shirt. The look on his face was almost like a little boy about to cry. Roger just chuckled. Once the shirt was off, Roger was impressed with the musculature of the back and, as the jeans were slipped to the floor, noticed the muscles of the legs and realized he had underestimated the shape these guys were in, not that it really mattered. Once totally naked, Johnny turned around.

          Roger could not hide the gasp that escaped as Johnny turned to face him. The upper body was extremely well developed, with a nice set of pecs and washboard abs. Both were covered with a dark mat of hair. What was most impressive, however, was the large cock hanging on the dude. While still soft, it looked to be 9 inches long and was wrist-thick. Roger could only imagine what it would look like hard. When he realized what he was thinking, Roger turned somewhat red in the face, then blurted out, "Okay, you look clean. Go ahead and get dressed." He then turned his back to Johnny and began examining the wrestling gear of Jimmy.

          Johnny smiled wickedly over at Jimmy as he began to get dressed. He quickly picked up his knee pads. On the inside of each one was a small string dangling from the end of the stitching. Roger had noticed this but felt it was part of the design. The stitch was removed by grabbing one end of the string and pulling, leaving a small pocket. Johnny reached down to the jeans at his feet and removed a rigid plastic insert that he slipped into the pocket. Roger chose this moment to turn and look at Johnny, who simply smiled as he slipped the pad into place and then gave his cock a quick yank. Roger turned even redder and turned back to Jimmy, replying, "Okay, your turn."

          Johnny slid the second rigid insert into his knee pad and then slipped on the rest of his gear. By this time, Roger had also finished examining a nude Jimmy, also impressive with large pecs, large protruding nipples, and washboard abs. He, too, had a hair chest and stomach, but it looked as if the hair was "sculpted" into its present pattern. Roger could barely speak because of his shock at finding that Jimmy also had a large "dick of death." Anxious to get out of there, he tried to hurry Jimmy into his wrestling gear. However, he and Johnny got into a short argument over the roles of the enforcer once the match began, leaving Jimmy with a few minutes of unobserved time. Finally, they were finished dressing, and just prior to leaving for the ring, Johnny handed Jimmy one of the loaded knee pads, so each one of them now had one loaded pad. They finally exited the room simultaneously as the opponents emerged from the opposite side of the ring.

          Both teams entered the ring and were ready for the match to begin. Anyone watching closely would have noticed that Jimmy was walking somewhat more bowlegged than usual and seemed uncomfortable as he climbed into the ring. However, most of the crowd had their minds on something else. The fact that the champions were going to win against these two losers. The challengers had walked to the ring without meeting anyone's eyes. Their heads hung down, and they shuffled, almost as if afraid of life itself.

           Rob and Johnny entered the ring to begin the match. They moved slowly around, trying to read each other. Suddenly, Johnny moved in and attempted to grab Rob's arm. However, Rob was able to avoid the move and locked Johnny into a side headlock and began to squeeze. Johnny wailed out a piteous moan. The crowd was beside itself with disgust, knowing that the champs were going to win again.

          Jimmy dropped from the ring apron to the arena floor and, to the bewilderment of the crowd, untied his trunks and pulled them down, exposing a powerful muscular butt. He squatted down, placed his hand between his cheeks, and appeared to be digging in. Suddenly, to the crowd’s amazement, he removed a very large dildo. Once out, he readjusted his trunks, twisted the end off the dildo, and removed several objects, some of which he dropped into his trunks, some of which he hid under the ring. The foreign objects were going to be important again. At least on one side of the ring, the crowd's mood returned toward neutral.

          Meanwhile inside the ring, Rob had hip-checked Johnny to the mat and applied loads of pressure to his headlock.

          Jimmy crawled back onto the ring apron and shouted to his partner, "Okay, John-boy, let's get the party on the road."

          Johnny managed to climb to his feet. Rob turned his trapped opponent so that he was facing Ron. He then began to deliver a series of short punches to the forehead. Johnny turned his head inward and sank his teeth into the exposed nipple.

          Rob screamed in pain and attempted to back up in order to escape the teeth. Johnny, however, had no intention of letting go and held on like a junkyard dog. Rob wandered too close to the opponent’s corner, and Jimmy reached through the ropes and grabbed the back of his trunks, pulling him into the corner turnbuckle. Once his back hit the corner, Johnny released his teeth. His opponent's tit now had a perfect halo of Johnny's teeth impressed in the muscular pec. Before Rob knew what had happened, Jimmy had wrapped the tag rope around his throat and jumped toward the floor. Rob's throat now supported all of Jimmy's weight. Rob's hands went to his throat in a vain attempt to remove the tightening rope.

          Johnny was not idle. He delivered a sharp knee into the crotch of his trapped opponent. Fortunately, the cup absorbed most of the blow. Johnny reached down, untied his opponent’s trunks, and shoved his hands inside. The audience was in disbelief at the rapid turn of events but definitely beginning to get happy. Digging around in the jockstrap, Johnny could finally dislodge the protective cup. As he pulled the cup out, he scrapped the edge of the large balls. He then delivered a series of two quick knees into the now unprotected and vulnerable balls. After the second blow, Jimmy released the tag rope, and Rob sank slowly to the canvas, one hand on his throat, the other on his nuts. Johnny threw the protective cup into the audience, where a brief struggle for possession occurred.

          Ron was beginning to get concerned about his partner. While they had faced some vicious and unscrupulous opponents in the past, the rapidity with which the match had just changed concerned him, but he still felt they could handle the young punks.

          Johnny tagged Jimmy into the ring and pulled Rob until he was flat on his back and parallel to the ropes. Jimmy entered the ring by jumping over the top rope and landing with both feet on the muscular corded abdominals of Rob, forcing the air from his lungs and causing him to sit up. Johnny quickly delivered a kick step to the throat before exiting the ring. Rob fell back on the mat, struggling to get his breath back into his body.

          Jimmy smirked at Ron and then turned back to Rob. He grabbed both legs, pulled him partially into the middle of the ring, and spread the legs into a wide vee. He then proceeded to deliver two quick, jabbing kicks into the exposed crotch. Ron was fighting with all his might to get air back into his lungs, and both kicks only made that more difficult, in addition to the searing pain emanating from his crotch. Jimmy just smirked and dropped a knee into the still exposed crotch. He then released his victim.

          Rob curled into a fetal position and did not move. Ron was now beside himself.

          "Come, you worthless scum, why don't you bastards fight fair. Let me in the ring, and I'll show you some real action," screamed Ron.

          Jimmy turned and looked at his partner, who nodded his head.

          Jimmy started toward his opponent’s corner and verbally argued with Ron. He walked toward the corner but remained just out of Ron's reach. He concluded the argument with a "fuck you" and turned to go back into the ring. Ron began to walk the short distance along the ring apron and took his attention off Jimmy. With lightning quickness, Jimmy spun and threw a forearm smash into Ron's head, knocking him to the floor. He then somersaulted over the top ring rope onto the floor, landing on a surprised Ron. Seizing the opportunity, he delivered a series of two body slams onto the hardwood floor.

          When he re-entered the ring, Rob was still lying in the middle of the ring. Jimmy picked him up in a cross-body check and charged him into Rob's corner. He repeated the move three times and then dropped Rob into a heap in his corner. Acting out of instinct, Rob reached up to tag his partner. Of course, his partner was not there; he was lying on the floor, trying to reorient himself. Laughing, Jimmy pulled Rob from the mat, threw his arms back over the top rope in the corner, and grabbed the wrists. Rob was now trapped in his own corner. Jimmy smirked and delivered a knee into the wide-open crotch of his opponent. The hard-plastic insert in the knee pad multiplied the force that was delivered into Rob's unprotected cock and balls. With a sinister laugh, Jimmy repeated the move three more times. Rob was now all but unconscious.

          By this point, Ron had regained his feet and crawled back onto the ring apron. Jimmy reached down and grabbed one of Rob's ankles, pulling him out of the corner. When Ron regained the apron and reached for a tag at the last moment, he missed Rob's outstretched hand by millimeters. Jimmy dropped the wrestler's leg in the middle of the ring and walked over to his corner, tagging Johnny back into the action.

          Johnny charged into the ring center and delivered an elbow smash into the wide open and helpless abdomen of his downed victim. Rob barely moved with the blow. With disgust, John picked Rob up in a prelude to a bodyslam but instead walked over to the opposite corner, allowing him to tag Ron, and then tossed him over the top rope to the hardwood floor, where he lay moaning and not moving. Roger rushed over to assist him. His concern for his friend was about to make matters worse.

          Ron leaped over the top rope, keeping his eyes on his adversary at all times. He was furious but still had the presence of mind to know he needed to move carefully. The two modern day gladiators circled each other slowly, looking for an opening.

          Outside the ring, Roger leaned over to check on a downed and hurting Rob. He knelt, offering words of encouragement, and trying to revive the fallen wrestler. So, he was intent on his job and neglected to remain aware of his surroundings.

          Sensing an opportunity to help his wrestlers, Joey circled the ring and delivered a forearm smash to the back of Roger's head. Roger fell across the prostate, Rob. Joey continued his assault with a couple of well-placed kicks to the head, neck, and upper back. He pulled Roger to his feet, grabbed him in a reverse bear hug, and walked him over to one of the metal dividers separating the audience from the ring. He then proceeded to execute an "atomic drop," except Roger's crotch was dropped atop the hard metal dividers. Roger let out an earth-shattering howl of surprise, horror, and pain.

          In the ring, Ron was distracted by the scream of his friend and momentarily turned toward the sound. Johnny seized the opportunity, delivering a dropkick on the massive chest. Ron fell back toward the ring ropes and his opponent’s corner but managed to maintain his feet. A second dropkick knocks him back into the ropes. Jimmy dropped to the floor, reached through the ropes, grabbed an ankle, and tripped Ron to the mat as he bounced off the rope. Even before Ron hit the mat, Johnny was preparing for a knee drop into the neck and then to the lower back. He then tagged Jimmy into the ring, who used his loaded knee pad to further damage his muscular opponent's lower back. Ron was turned onto his stomach and had his arms pulled behind his back. A pair of thumb cuffs were removed from Jimmy's trunk and applied to Ron. He then lifted his victim into a single over-the-shoulder backbreaker. He grabbed the chin and pulled down. Johnny (still standing on the ring apron) pulled down on the feet to provide counter traction. Ron was unable to extract himself and the pain was found mainly in his lower back, but he also felt the stretch in his abs as well.

          After a few minutes of stretching, Ron was dropped to the mat. A few moments of conversation occurred between J&J before the "real fun" began. Ron was rolled onto his back, and a series of stomps into his abs was started, followed by a series of knee drops with the loaded knee pads. Each time Ron tried to roll over or out of the way, he was pulled back into position. Next, Ron was drawn to his feet and thrown into the ropes across the ring. As he bounced off the ropes and back into the ring, he was met with a reverse kick into the stomach at the belly button. He bent over and started to fall to his knees. However, Jimmy grabbed him before he hit the mat and threw him into the ropes again. Once again, as he neared the center of the ring, he was met with another reverse kick. This time, he was allowed to drop to the mat. Jimmy kneeled next to his victim and placed his hands on the stomach, pushing and probing. While softer than before, there was still evidence of muscle activity and strength.

          He stood, delivered an elbow smack into the stomach, then charged across the ring to Rob (who had finally regained the ring apron) and delivered a vicious fist deep into the crotch, knocking Rob back to the floor. He charged across the ring, jumped onto Ron's exposed gut, forcing more air from the lungs, and then tagged Johnny back into the action.

          Johnny charged into the ring, delivering a series of 4 elbow smashes and three knee drops into the inviting gut. He next applied an abdominal claw hold on the muscles. The muscles were severely wounded, and he felt the last of the strength ebbing with the relentless onslaught. Once satisfied with the degree of destruction, he released the hold, turned toward Jimmy, and asked, "Pecs?"

          After receiving a nod and an angelic smile from his partner, he delivered another series of stomps, this time into the pectoral muscles. Ron was rolled onto his abdomen, and a repeated series of stomps to the lower back was delivered. The thumb cuffs were removed and tossed out of the ring. He pulled Ron onto his feet and into his corner. His pecs were placed on the upper ropes with his arm hanging over the top. Jimmy grabbed the upper biceps and pulled down while Johnny lifted the legs. Ron was now suspended only by his pecs at the nipple level. As a single unit, J&J began to drag Ron to the neutral corner. The friction and pain in his chest and pecs were intense. The duo made the trip down the rope a total of four times before releasing Ron to fall to the mat.

          Ron was pulled to his feet and backed into the turnbuckle, where Jimmy grabbed the arms over the top rope and locked Ron into a surfboard with the ring post as a lever in his back. Johnny retrieved two small chains from under the ring, which were then wrapped around his fists. Johnny then took a boxer's stance and began practicing his punches on the chest of his boxing dummy. Occasional punches were also delivered into the open abdomen.

          Rob regained his senses again and crawled back onto the ring apron. However, no sooner had he stood up fully than he found himself in a side headlock over the top rope from Johnny. Johnny delivered several short jabs into the forehead with his still chain-covered fists, opening a small cut. The final two blows enlarging the gash. The headlock was released, and Johnny reached through the ropes, placed his arm around Rob's waist, and pulled him against the taut ropes. A series of four smashes were then delivered into the exposed and much-abused crotch. When released by his opponent, Rob fell to the hardwood floor and assumed a now familiar position--the fetal one.

          Johnny then charged across the ring, where Jimmy still had Ron trapped in the surfboard, and a few more minutes of sparing occurred before Johnny signaled Jimmy to release their stud, who slumped to the mat with his back still against the ring post. Johnny delivered a series of stomps and kicks into the chest and gut. J&J had a quick discussion and decided that the time wasn't quite right for the match to end. Instead, they focused on Ron's right bicep for the next stage of their hunk destruction.

          Ron was laid out on the mat parallel to the ring ropes. Jimmy dropped to the floor and reached under the rope, grabbing Ron's left wrist. In the ring, Johnny grabbed the right wrist and stretched Ron out until he was lying spread-eagled. He then stood up, placed his foot on the right wrist, and began a series of boot stomps to the exposed right biceps. He alternated the stomps with kicks from the loaded toe. With each kick, Ron jerked but could not sit up or grab his arm from protection. For variety, Johnny began a series of knee drops into the biceps, fist with the normal knee, and then with the loaded knee pad. Finally, Johnny sat on the wrist and forearm and began a series of karate chops and punches into the rapidly softening muscle until the bicep was just one large, mushy object.

          The time had come for the coup de grace of the match. The nearly unconscious Ron was pulled to his feet, his right arm was placed in a hammerlock, and Johnny used this as leverage to lift Ron off the mat, all his weight on his right shoulder and bicep. He turned Ron so that he faced Jimmy, now standing back on the ring apron. Jimmy began a series of punches into the exposed and wide-open crotch.

          "Okay, I give, I give,...," tumbled repeatedly from Ron's mouth until finally, J&J. accepted his submission. The crowd went absolutely wild. Not only had they seen the champs dethroned, but they had seen it done decisively and, more importantly, in a cock hardening manner.

          Ron was dropped to the mat, and Joey from outside the ring threw Rob back into the ring for the grand finale, for it wasn't over with yet for the now ex-champs.

          Having secured a submission from R&R and the tag championship, J&J decided the time had arrived to complete the destruction of the two straight muscle-bound ex-champions. Both were body slammed two times in the middle of the ring and then stripped of their trunks, jocks, and boots, which were thrown into the audience, where fierce skirmishes broke out over the items. The ex-champ's naked bodies awaited the new champions and their desires.

          Unnoticed in the excitement was Joey picking up a still unconscious Roger and taking him back toward the locker room. He intended to get his fair share as well.  

          J&J each picked a member of R&R, pulled them to their feet, and secured a standing full nelson, exposing the ex-champs entirely to the crowd. They were marched around the ring so that their bodies were visible to all the crowds. Both wrestlers had impressive cock and balls, and each would have been major porn stars without much difficulty. Rob's cock and balls were swollen and already showing signs of bruises from all the abuse he had received. Tonight, would be their first performance in a gay video. One or two audience members had managed to sneak in video cameras and were going to record tonight's action.

          Jimmy dropped Rob to the mat and went to the ring edge, where he retrieved a bag Joey brought out before returning to his reward in the locker room. Reaching into the bag, Jimmy retrieved a small metal cock ring which he placed on Ron with some difficulty.

          "Hey guys, come on. You won, you're the new champs, just leave us alone, okay, no more, please," Ron whined.

          J&J just laughed.  Once the cock ring was in place, Jimmy began lovingly stroking Ron's cock and balls, trying to coax him into hardness. Ron tried to resist, but once Jimmy started licking and sucking, it was impossible, and his cock hardened to its full 10-inch, wrist-thick length, and width. The cock ring was smaller than it needed to be so that Ron's cock now could not deflate with the blood trapped. To test this theory, Jimmy delivered a series of karate thrusts into the exposed nuts and cock, receiving pitiful screams in return but no softening of the hard cock.  Ron was then dropped to the mat, and J&J turned their attention to Rob.

          Because of the attention his cock and balls had received during the match, Rob was somewhat more difficult to manage, but with both Johnny and Jimmy working on his cock, balls, and tits with fingers, hands, and mouths, they succeeded in inflating his cock to an impressive 9" length.

          Next, wrist and ankle cuffs were applied, and our ex-champs were then placed in the knee to chest, butt in the air position, and locked into place. At this point, J&J performed a slow seductive strip tease for the audience revealing cocks and balls even more significant than those of the ex-champs but rock hard and standing ready for action. They also threw their trunks into the crowd, where a small riot broke out for them. R&R were then placed face to face as J&J took their positions behind them. R&R begged and pleaded as J&J slowly began to tease their victim’s assholes with their cockheads. The crowd screamed at the ex-champs to take it like men and other demeaning shouts as they cheered J&J on. Finally, as a team, they both penetrated the exposed assholes in front of them and, in one vicious shove, slammed their balls against the hard-muscular butts. Inhuman screams escaped from R&R, but they both maintained their erections.

          J&J fucked like wild animals until, just before ejaculation, they pulled out and delivered their loads into the faces of their defeated opponents. Copious amounts of cum were delivered. R&R were convinced to lick the cocks clean with promises of release and threats of further mayhem.

          Finally, J&J were ready to end their participation in the champ’s destructions, but they still had some further abuse in mind. A large vibrator was shoved up Rob's ass and tied in position, and turned on. Despite himself, the vibrating action of his prostate had him squirming and reacting within moments. His partner was released and had Rob's cock shoved into his mouth, his hand tied behind his back, and clamps placed on his tits. The pair were then tied to their ring corner. R&R then left the ring and headed for the locker room. They walked out as they had walked in, with their heads bowed and shuffling along. Except this time, they were walking to cheers and caressing hands all over their bodies. They stopped at the bar and told Al to give R&R one hour before release and ensure no one else bothered them. Al agreed as he handed the belts and the winning to J&J. As they turned to leave, they heard a large moan from the ring, which was Rob's first ejaculation of the hour but not his last. Ron choked on the load but swallowed it all.

          The new champs stopped by R&R's locker room first, broke open their lockers, and took all their belongings before heading to their own locker room. R&R's problems were just beginning.

          As they entered their locker room, they stopped to look at the package greeting them. Roger was naked, hands bound behind his back, on his knees, sucking Joey. It was quite a sight: this thin young punk being serviced by this bigger, more muscular dude. There was old cum running down his thighs, showing that Joey had been having a pretty good time himself.

          "Hey guys, once you warm them up, they are pretty good cocksuckers. You think I can keep this guy for myself??" Joey asked.

          Jimmy laughed. "You can do anything you like. The contract specifies that the wrestlers must leave the action in the arena, but 'enforcers' aren't mentioned at all."

          "Hot damn," replied Joey, as his mind began thinking of all the possibilities. And so that was how Roger became Joey's personal, unwilling slave.

           The crowd had gotten their money's worth from the fight that night, and many couples and groups went home limp and exhausted from extracurricular activities. They knew they had new champs for a long time to come and couldn't wait for their next match. As a result, very few of them went to The Arena in the next city to see J&J defend their title. Which was unfortunate because it was a match that made tonight's look like child's play. J&J lost that match in a body-crunching, ego-destroying NHB riot. It was a loss that J&J would remember forever.