Scott's Delivery

Scott Receives a Delivery

by Crusher

It was a hot morning in late August and Scott was in a very good mood. Or rather he had been in a good mood. Now, he was starting to get irritated. He had just recently moved into the new home that he had built, and today was the day the guys from the Athletic Equipment Company were to deliver and set-up his new wrestling ring. Scott had another building built behind his new house that he would use for a gym. He had plans for an elaborate set-up. Locker-room, showers, mat-room, weight training equipment - the works. Including a large room which would house a Pro-Wrestling Ring. That would be his pride and joy. He couldn’t wait to get it set up. The guys from the Athletic Equipment Company were supposed to have been there at eight o clock this morning. It was now half past ten and there was still no sign of them. Scott was really getting upset. He made a phone call to the equipment company to find out where the delivery guys were. He was rather belligerent while talking to the man on the phone. Scott was never a very patient man. Very demanding in fact. He had a natural ability to piss people off with his rudeness. The man on the phone said that they were running behind but they should be there very soon. Scott slammed the phone down and began pacing around impatiently.


Finally, at about eleven-fifteen, he heard the truck pull into the driveway. He went outside and immediately started yelling at the two delivery men. “Where the hell have you guys been? You are three and a quarter hours late!”

The man that was climbing down out of the driver’s seat offered his apologies. “Sorry sir, we ran into problems at the warehouse this morning. But we will have you all set up in no time.”

“You’re gonna have to have to take your truck around back. That’s where the gym is. You think you can manage to get this thing back there sometime today?” Scott said sarcastically. The delivery men just looked at each other and climbed back up into the truck and drove around back to the gym building.

Scott showed the guys where he wanted the ring to be set up. He looked at the two men and remarked, “I see that you guys got your names on your shirts. Paul and Jeff. Is that so you don’t forget who you are? Well Paul and Jeff, I am not stupid. I know that you guys are getting paid by the hour. I don’t want you milking for time while you are doing MY job. I want this job done fast and I want it done right!”

Paul said, “Don’t worry sir, we will have the job done as quickly as possible. And it will be done right”

Scott replied, “Just see that it is.” With that, Scott went back into the house and left Paul and Jeff to do their work. He had returned periodically to check on their progress. Each time having some snide comments for them. He was really getting on their nerves.

It was about five-o clock when Scott came back to find that Paul and Jeff were just finishing up. “Do you two jokers have this thing done yet? You should have been done hours ago. Where did they find you clowns?”

Paul and Jeff had taken just about all of the verbal abuse that they could stand. Paul spoke through gritted teeth, “Yes sir, it is finished. You want to check it out?”

Scott replied, “Damn right I’m gonna check it out. You two butt-wipes aren’t leaving until I am satisfied that everything is proper.”

While Scott was going over the new ring with a fine-tooth comb, Paul and Jeff stood by and quietly conversed with one another. Jeff asked, “You want to teach this ass-hole a lesson?”

“What do you mean?” Paul wanted to know. Jeff told Paul his plan. Paul was eager to agree, so they began to set the plan in motion.

Jeff spoke up, “So what do ya think? Is everything satisfactory?”

Scott arrogantly said, “I guess so, except for the fact that it took you clowns so long to get it done.”

Jeff winked at Paul, then turned back to Scott and coyly asked, “So, you wrestle do ya?”

Scott looked at him and spoke in his usual sarcastic tone. “No, I just paid several thousand dollars for this ring so that I can just look at it. Are you some kind of moron or something?”

“You know, you don’t have to be such an arrogant bastard. I was just trying to be friendly.”

“You had better watch who you are talking to pal. You could end up getting hurt”. replied Scott.

Jeff asked, “Is that a threat? What are you gonna do? You gonna drag us into your new wrestling ring and beat the shit out of us?”

“That could easily be arranged. Unless you morons are afraid or something.” Scott said.

Paul spoke up. “You’re on mother fucker! We’ll be back after work tonight.”

Scott started laughing. “Are you serious? Are you guys really dumb enough to think that you can take me on in the ring?”

Paul snapped, “We’ll see who the idiot is tonight at eight o clock.”

Scott said that he would be waiting for them.

At precisely eight o clock Paul and Jeff returned to Scott’s house. “I am surprised! I really didn’t believe that you guys would have the balls to show up”, Scott remarked.

Paul said, “We wouldn’t miss this chance for the world”. The three of them went back to the gym. They entered through a door that lead into the locker room.

“We can change here Scott told them”.

Jeff said, “We aren’t changing. We will wrestle like this”

“Suit yourselves.” Scott answered. “You two pussies can go on out to the ring and I will be out as soon as I get changed.”

Paul and Jeff were both well-built good-looking men. Paul was five feet six inches tall and weighed in at 155 pounds. He had short brown hair and a mustache. Nicely muscled torso with a moderately hairy chest. He peeled off his tee-shirt and climbed into the ring wearing his faded 501 jeans which he filled out very nicely. Jeff was five feet ten inches tall and weighed about 185 pounds. He had a solid muscular build. Dark brown hair full beard and mustache and he displayed a beautiful mat of hair across his chest. He too removed his shirt and was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans which he, like Paul, filled out very well.

After a while, Scott emerged from the locker-room and approached the ring. Scott was larger than either of his two opponents. He was six feet two inches tall and weighed in at 225 pounds. He had short brown hair with a mustache and goatee. His muscular development was awesome. He looked fabulous and he knew it. He was clad in a very brief pair of trunks. They were made of a shiny bright red spandex material that was extremely thin. They intentionally showed off his over-sized endowment quite nicely. His boots were black and in need of a shine.

As he climbed through the ropes Jeff said, “What the hell is this? You gonna fight in your fuckin underwear?” If looks could kill, Jeff would have dropped right then and there.

“I am wearing my usual wrestling attire. If you don’t like it, then you are welcome to try to do something about it”. Scott answered.

Paul chimed in, “Shit man, my fuckin jockey shorts cover more than those things do. And you better watch out. It looks like they might not be able to hold everything that you got in them”.

Scott’s reply was, “I’m glad to see that you are so interested in what I’ve got in my trunks because after I’ m through wiping the mat with the two of you, you’ll be taking turns servicing that big Super-Cock.”

“FAT CHANCE !!” Jeff yelled.

It was time to start the match. Scott stood in his corner and Jeff elected to start for the Delivery-Boys Team. Paul stood outside on the ring apron holding onto the tag rope. Scott and Jeff met in the middle of the ring. Their eyes were locked on each other’s. Jeff made the first move. Without warning, he delivered a hard fist right into Scott’s six-pack abs. Scott just stood there with a big grin on his face. Jeff’s eyes were big as saucers. He was amazed that his punch seemed to have absolutely no effect on the bigger man. He punched him again. Scott didn’t even blink. Jeff let loose with a barrage of forearms to the chest and punches to the gut. After more than a dozen blows to his opponent, Jeff stopped and just looked at Scott who was just standing there with his hands on his hips and grinning from ear to ear. A sudden feeling of panic ran through Jeff’s body. He realized that he had delivered several blows with as much force as he could and they did not even phase the big man. Scott scooped Jeff up and body-slammed him to the canvas. Jeff felt the pain riveting in his back. Scott laughed loudly and grabbed Jeff by the hair ad pulled him to his feet. He repeated the body-slam three more times.

“That chest of yours looks like it could use some work man. Try this on for size.” Scott dropped and connected with a serious elbow smash to the hairy muscular chest. Jeff groaned. He was dragged to his feet once again and scooped up, but this time Scott brought him down in an over the knee back-breaker.

Jeff screamed, “AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! “Scott repeated the move twice more really causing serious pain to Jeff’s back.

“I thought you were going to teach me a lesson pussy-boy. You’re not so fuckin mouthy now are ya?” Scott dropped him to the canvas and as Jeff lay there flat on his back, Scott positioned himself on top of Jeff’s chest and sat back planting his ass right on Jeff’s face. He then grabbed his opponent’s legs and pulled them back toward him, forcing them wide apart causing excruciating pain. Applying as much pressure as he could, he held Jeff’s legs for a long time before he decided to hook them under his arms. Having his man practically folded in two, he began to spank Jeff’s exposed ass. Now, not only was Jeff in pain but he was being humiliated too. After about ten whacks to the ass, Scott let him loose.

Jeff began to slowly crawl toward his corner to tag Paul in. Scott was very pleased with himself. He chuckled as he said, “Go ahead pussy-boy, I’ll let you tag so that your ass-hole partner can have a chance to get some of what I just gave you.” Jeff finally made his way to the corner and made the tag.

Paul climbed up to the top turnbuckle and dove off attempting to take the big guy down with a cross-body block. Needless to say, his effort was fruitless. Scott simply caught him and power-slammed him into the mat. Paul laid there writhing in pain. Scott taunted, “Man! You re as stupid as your fuckin buddy over there. Guess I’ll have to teach you the same lesson that I taught him.”

With that, Scott grabbed Paul’s belt buckle and drug him up to his feet. He pushed Paul back into the ropes and with an Irish-whip, sent him flying to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. When he rebounded Scott was ready for him. He wrapped his muscular arms around him and caught him in a fierce bear-hug. He was squeezing the living shit out of Paul. The pain was evident in Paul’s screams. Scott then began to violently shake his opponent’s body back and forth, side to side. Paul’s arms and legs flopped around as though he were a rag-doll. Paul could feel Scott grinding his over-sized basket into his own crotch. The sensation of that big slab of meat rubbing against his own was turning him on, despite the pain from the bear-hug. After about five more minutes of this torturing pain to the back, Scott let go and Paul dropped to the canvas like a ton of bricks. Once again Scott reached down and grabbed Paul by his belt and dragged him over to the corner and propped him up against the turnbuckles.

“This is for keeping me waiting so long this morning!” He slammed his fist into Paul’s gut driving the wind out of him. “And this is for getting mouthy with me!” He drove his fist into the smaller man’s gut again.

Then he stepped away from Paul and let him drop to his knees. Seeing the opportunity to humiliate the smaller man, Scott stepped directly in front of Paul and with both hands he grabbed Paul’s head and shoved his face into his bulging crotch. “You like that boy?” Scott taunted. “Yea man, I bet you want that big Super-Cock don’t ya?”

Paul struggled, but in his mind, he was thinking about how the scent of Scott’s manhood was beginning to excite him. After a few more minutes of this humiliation, Scott let his man go and watched him fall to the mat. “I think you have had enough for the moment. You wanna tag your ass-hole buddy now? You look like you could use a rest.”

Paul crawled on his hands and knees back to his corner where Jeff was still not quite recovered from the beating that he took earlier. “Hey! You guys need a break? I’ll let you have a couple of minutes before I finish beating the fuck out of you.”

Jeff and Paul took the few minutes that they were offered. Scott watched as the two men whispered back and forth, seemingly planning their strategy. When Jeff stepped back into the ring Scott seemed amused that they were still willing to continue.

“So, you want some more Pussy-boy?”

“FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!!!!” Jeff barked back at him. The two men circled each other in the ring. When Jeff had Scott positioned with his back to Paul he stopped and started mouthing-off. He was trying to keep Scott’s attention focused on him so that he would not see what Paul was doing. It worked. Paul had untied the tag-rope. He quietly snuck into the ring behind Scott and wrapped the rope around his throat. Scott’s immediate reaction was to grab for the rope that was now choking him. As he did, this left the big muscle man wide open.

Paul held the rope tight around the big guy’s throat while Jeff drove his knee into Scott’s balls. “That ought to slow you down you fuckin bastard!” Scott dropped to his knees clutching his crotch. Paul released the choke hold and tossed the rope back toward his corner. He took a hold of Scott’s arms and held him up on his knees so that Jeff could administer a few more kicks to the balls. Suddenly, Scott realized that he was no longer in control of the situation. Besides being in excruciating pain, he was furious. Both men backed away from their once arrogant opponent and watched him go down and curl up in a fetal position. He groaned as the pain surged from his balls up into the pit of his stomach.

“Now, we re gonna see who is the Pussy-Boy around here!” Paul exclaimed. Paul looked at his buddy, snapped his fingers and pointed to one side of the ring. “Get the tool-box Jeff.” (When they were there earlier in the day, they purposely left a tool-box underneath the ring. They had put a few items in there that they planned to use this evening.) “Now is where the fun begins you fucking piece of shit! It’s about time that somebody gave you an attitude adjustment! And Jeff and I are more than happy to be the ones to do it.”

When Jeff got under the ring to get the tool-box he noticed a black canvas bag that was not there earlier. He was curious so he pulled the bag out and looked inside of it. He yelled, “Hey Paul, look at this. That mother fucker had his own bag of toys stashed under here. He was probably gonna try to use this stuff on us. What do ya say we use his own toys on him?”

Paul said, “Bring it here “The two guys started going through the bag and check out all the stuff that Scott had put in there. Noticing that Scott had managed to get up on his hands and knees Paul knelt down behind him and reached between the legs and grabbed Scott by the balls and squeezed. “Where do you think you are goin Fuck-Face? We haven’t even started yet.” The pain was intense. Scott felt like his balls were being crushed in a vise. He cried out in agony trying to get away but it was no use. The ball torture had neutralized his superior muscle power. He was totally helpless.

The two men picked Scott up and slammed him back first into their corner. They hung him up on the ropes draping his arms over the top rope and his legs over the second rope on either side of him. He was now wide open and vulnerable. Jeff stood outside on the apron and held Scott’s head up and demanded that he look at Paul while he took his beating. Paul stepped up and punched Scott right in his bulging basket. “How’s that feel? Why aren’t you mouthing off now big man?”

Paul then applied a ball claw that just about sent Scott into oblivion.

“Aaaaarrrrrrggggh!! No! . . . Please, no more . . . Please man, let go of my balls . . . I can’t take it!” Scott pleaded. Paul just laughed. He released the claw and delivered six hard punches to that big oversized dick that was bulging in Scott’s briefs.

“You said that you wanted us to service your big super-cock, well here’s how I’m gonna service your meat Asshole!!! How’s that big Super-Cock feel now?” As Paul continued to cock-punch the big muscle man, he noticed that Scott’s cock was swelling as it was being abused. Soon, the head of Scott’s dick had escaped the confines of his trunks and was reaching upward toward his navel. Paul was quick to comment. “Look Jeff, the fucker likes it!! He’s getting a fuckin hard-on!!”

Then, Paul reached down inside the front of Scott’s trunks and grabbed a handful of balls. Scott managed to get enough breath to speak. “Get you hand out of my fuckin pants you little faggot! Get off of my balls or I’ll fuckin kill you man!”

Paul remarked, “You don’t seem to be in any position to be making demands. So shut the fuck up and take your punishment like a man.”

Then, together they let the beaten man out of the ropes and dragged him to the center of the ring. They picked him up and as they each knelt down on one knee facing each other, they positioned him over their extended knees in a double back-breaker. They held him firmly in place and Jeff said, “You’re so fucking proud of that big Super-Cock, as you call it, let’s just see what it’s made of.” That is when Jeff applied a vicious claw to Scott’s swollen man-meat while at the same time Paul slapped a claw on his balls. The two of them took great delight in torturing the arrogant fucker.

Scott’s screams echoed through the gym. “ Nooooooooo . . . Stop . . . Let go . . . pleeeeeeeeease!!”

Paul asked, “What’s a matter? Can’t take it Asshole?”

Again, Scott pleaded for them to release his manhood but they just increased the pressure. Jeff finally said, “Okay shit-head, we will let go but not until you ask us properly.”

Jeff instructed Scott as to what he had to say in order to be released. Scott replied, “FUCK YOU! I’m not saying that!” In response to Scott’s refusal to comply, Jeff released the cock-claw and delivered three punches to his massive meat and then re-applied the claw hold while Paul increased the pressure on his balls. Scott’s cock was really hard now. There was now about four inches of bare cock-meat extending out from under the waist-band of his trunks.

“SAY IT YOU LOUSY FUCKER!! IF YOU DON’T SAY IT, WE WILL RIP YOUR FUCKIN BALLS OFF AND SHOVE THEM DOWN YOUR THROAT!!”

Scott hesitated for a few seconds but he couldn’t stand it anymore. He was forced to beg as Jeff had previously instructed him. He whimpered as he recited the words. “Please sirs, I am no match for you. I beg you, please don’t beat-up my big super-cock anymore, and please don’t destroy my balls. I’m not man enough to fight you.” Paul and Jeff laughed out loud as they released their claw holds and dropped him to the mat. Once again, Scott clutched his aching crotch as curled up into a fetal position.

Paul reached for the canvas bag and said, “Let’s see what we got in here”. He pulled out a roll of duct tape. “I think that we can find a good use for this.” Jeff helped Paul to get Scott over to the ropes.

Jeff reached down and took hold of Scott’s trunks and roughly pulled them off of him. “You won’t be needing these anymore”. Scott was now completely naked except for his boots. Both men stripped down to their jockey briefs and they took turns grinding their own ample crotches into Scott’s face. He tried to resist but he just did not have the strength. He was suffocating in their musky crotches. Then they stood him up and bent him over the top rope with his arms dangling on the outside and his bare-ass toward the center of the ring. Paul jumped out of the ring and used the duct tape to securely bind Scott’s wrists to the middle rope. Paul then stood on the ring apron and pulled his big dick out of his briefs and proceeded to whip Scott’s face with it.

“Now we are gonna see who is gonna service who!” He forced his meat into Scott’s mouth and ordered him to suck it. Scott had no choice he couldn’t move because inside the ring, Jeff had started working on his exposed bare ass. Jeff had taken the belt out of his discarded jeans and was using it to whip Scott’s ass. After it had turned a bright pink color and was covered with welts, Jeff decided that it was tender enough to plow. He rammed his big dick up that tight muscular ass in one hard thrust. Scott thought that his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. The pain was so intense that he saw stars. Tears were streaming down his face as Paul continued to fuck him in the mouth with expert rhythm. He was now taking it from both ends at the same time. He had never been in this position before. All he knew was that he wanted it to end.

Paul started to moan as he felt the stirring feeling in his groin. When his juices started to flow, he pulled his cock out of the hot wet hole that had been servicing it and shot his load all over Scott’s face. Seconds later Jeff blew his hot load into Scott’s ass. This was another feeling that Scott had never experienced before. He felt what seemed like a gallon of hot man-juice being pumped deep into his ass. Jeff pulled out of the tight virgin ass and said, “That was just about the best piece of ass that I’ve had in a long time. You’ve got a nice tight little hole there boy!”

Paul added, “Yea, and he doesn’t give a bad blow-job either!” Scott had never been so humiliated in his life. Paul slapped his face a few times while Jeff grabbed him by the balls again. Jeff pulled and stretched his nut-sack until the big muscleman begged to be released. “I just love to see a big arrogant asshole grovel, don’t you Jeff? “Paul said.

Paul and Jeff got dressed and released Scott from his bondage. Scott was never so glad to see anything come to an end as this brutal humiliation. He crawled across the ring intending to retrieve his trunks and put them back on. Jeff walked over and kicked the trunks out of the ring and said, “What do you think you are doing Fuck-Hole? You’re not quite finished yet”.

Scott looked up at him and asked, “What do you mean? Come on man. You guys had your fun. You have beaten my cock, tortured my balls and fucked the living shit out of me. You have totally humiliated me. What’s left?”

Jeff answered, “We want to see you blow your load. We just want to be sure that you had a good time here tonight”.

Scott whined, “Awe come on man. You have done enough already. Please just go and leave me alone.”

Paul chimed in, “No fuckin way man. Unless you let us watch you shoot your load, we will start all over again from the beginning. Is that what you want?” They made Scott stand and lean back against the ropes with his legs spread wide.

“Now go ahead and start jacking off. Let us see you play with your big Super-Cock now.” Paul demanded.

Jeff added, “Yea, let’s see you spank that man-meat.” Scott was mortified. But if he did not do as they said, he knew that he would have to endure even more punishment and humiliation. So, he started to stroke his big thick cock shaft. It grew to mammoth proportions.

“Faster damn it, pump it faster!” Jeff insisted. Scott was really working himself up into a frenzy. Paul and Jeff moved in real close to him and were uttering degrading remarks and demanding that he cum immediately. They were so close to him that he could feel their hot breath on his face.

Finally, Paul got impatient and said “Here let me show ya how to do it.”. He wrapped his hand around Scott’s huge shaft and began pumping the living fuck out of it. Jeff had taken a hold of Scott’s arms and was holding them behind him. Paul was beating Scott’s cock so fast that Scott thought he was going to pull it out by the root. Then it started. He could feel it starting to erupt.

“Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Aaaahhhhh, Ooooh!!!” Buckets of hot cum were shooting all over the place.

“Damn, would you look at that load!! He must really love this!” Jeff said. After Paul had totally drained every last drop, they leaned Scott back against the ropes again.

Paul stepped up close to him and got him square in the balls with a hard knee lift. “That’s for getting cum on me you Fuck-Wad! “Scott fell to the canvas once more.

Paul and Jeff climbed out of the ring and walked over to the door. But before they left Jeff turned back to Scott and said, “You belong to us now. You are our Pussy-Boy. We will be back tomorrow after work for another work-out. In fact, we enjoyed this so much that I think that we should make this a regular activity. We will be here at eight o clock tomorrow evening. Make sure that you are ready for us. When we get here, you had better be in the ring waiting. You can wear your cute little underpants if you want to, but we’ll just end up beating them off of you.”

Both men were laughing hysterically as they walk out the door. Scott just sat naked in the middle of the brand new ring and whimpered. How could this have happened to me? he thought to himself. Paul and Jeff had delivered more than just a wrestling ring today.

-- The End