Who's The Man Now

Who’s the Man Now?

by Crusher

Eric hadn’t had a real easy time of it growing up. His mother ran off and left him and his dad when he was only three years old. So, it was just Eric and his dad for as long as he could remember. Eric’s dad, Tom was a retired marine and was very strict in his son’s upbringing. Tom had an attitude with a capital A and he never hesitated to embarrass Eric regardless of where they were. Even in front of Eric’s friends. It just seemed as though no matter what Eric did, he could not please his father. If Eric washed the car, his dad would point out spots that he had missed or say that it was dull and make him wax it over again. Or whenever Eric would buy something new to wear, his dad would tell him that it looked ridiculous and many times Tom would forbid him to wear it and make him return it. Those and many other similar things drove Eric crazy. But what really pissed Eric off the most was when his dad would embarrass him in front of his friends.


You see, since Tom had retired from the Marines, he bought and operated a men’s gym located in their town. He was very fitness oriented. At thirty-eight years old, Tom was indeed an awesome physical specimen. He stood six feet tall and weighed in at 215 solid muscular pounds. His hair is jet black and he still sported his marine-cut. He had grown a mustache, which complimented his ruggedly handsome face. His muscular chest was covered with a wiry brisk of black hair that tapered into a narrow line that ran down to his belly button and then continued downward to disappear under the waist of his jeans. His biceps were impressive as well. Hard as a rock, he referred to them as his power-guns. Before he had bought the gym, he had a pretty decent gym set-up in their basement at home too. Lots of weight training equipment along with wrestling mats and a wrestling/boxing ring. That is where Eric did his workouts. Eric was into physical fitness too and so were several of his buddies. Eric was eighteen years old and was in the final days of his senior year of high school. He was five feet nine inches tall and weighed 170 pounds. He had nice muscular development. Like his dad, he had jet-black hair but his body was smooth. He had inherited his father’s good looks. He would invite his buddies over to his house to workout on a regular basis. Almost every day after school they would get together and have a good time. Unless Tom happened to come home and interfere with their workouts.

He treated Eric’s friends pretty decently but he always pointed out what Eric was doing wrong. Calling him names like Lunk-Head or Idiot. It is one thing for guys to call each other names but for a father to call his son these kinds of names (and be very serious while doing it) in front of his son’s friends, . . . well, this hurt Eric and at the same time made him furious. Even though they would tease him about it, they really felt kind of bad for him.

Last night when Tom came home, he heard Eric and three of his buddies in the basement working-out. He went down to the basement and found the four boys in the ring practicing their pro-wrestling moves. The four young lads were clad in the singlets that they wore while on the High School Wrestling Team. Tom immediately walked over to the ring and proceeded to analyze what was wrong with the way that Eric was applying an abdominal stretch to his buddy Mark. All four of the boys stopped and listened to Tom ridicule Eric about not knowing what he was doing. That is when Mark asked, “Gee Mr. Bradley, could you show us the right way to do it?” Eric shot a nasty look at Mark because he knew what would come next. Mark grinned at Eric because he knew what was going to happen too. Eric was pissed off at Mark but it was too late to say or do anything about it now. He was going to have to suffer through another session as his father’s wrestling dummy.

Tom said, “Sure boys. I’ll be glad give you guys a few lessons. Just give me a minute to get out of these clothes.” Tom stood right there outside the ring and stripped down to his bright red bikini briefs.



As he climbed through the ropes and into the ring, Eric whined, “Awe dad, can’t you at least go and change? Do you have to do this in your underwear?” It was embarrassing to him.

Tom’s reply was, “Naw that’s okay. I don’t want to take the time to go upstairs and change. And besides, those singlets are for amateur wrestling, pro wrestlers wear trunks.” He motioned for Eric to join him in the center of the ring and told the other boys to stand on the ring apron and watch while he demonstrated some techniques.

He looked at Eric and said, “Okay boy, if we are gonna do this we should do it right. Get rid of that singlet.” Eric had a look of panic on his face. He turned beat red and he just stood there and looked at his father in disbelief.

“Come on Boy! Let’s go. Get that thing off”. Tom demanded. Eric looked over at Mark and the others and they were all snickering. He didn’t know which was worse, the humiliation he felt from being forced to strip to his underwear in front of his friends or the anger directed at his father for once again making him feel foolish.

As Eric stood there hesitating, his dad barked at him, “I said get that thing off! . . . Don’t make me rip it off of you!”

Then Mark, Randy and Steve started to encourage Tom to go ahead and rip it off as they looked at Eric and laughed. (These guys really were Eric’s friends but they are 18-year-old kids. You know how immature and cruel kids can be. Even to their buddies.) So, he slowly began to take it off because he understood all too well that his dad would not hesitate to follow through with his threat to strip him by force and Eric did not want to have to deal with that.

Eric stood there in the center of the ring in his white cotton Fruit of the Loom briefs. He protested, “These are not wrestling trunks. Pros may not wear singlets but they don’t wrestle in their jockey shorts either.”

Tom replied, “Well those are closer to pro-trunks than that stupid singlet.” Tom circled around Eric looking him over from head to toe and sarcastically said, “I guess I see now why you never wrestle in trunks. You ain’t got no hair on that chest boy! Real men have hairy chests. And that bulge in your briefs ain’t much is it?”

Now Eric was infuriated. The guys were making rude comments about his equipment and his father was laughing along with them. “It’s a real shame that you didn’t inherit this big cock from your old man” Tom said as he grabbed his ample package and shook it. It wasn’t that Eric had a small cock. But rather Tom’s dick was excessively large. “Shit, Boy! Are you sure that you came from my loins? I would have thought that you’d have turned out a bit manlier looking than you did. Well, I guess you got that from the men on your mother’s side of the family. I suppose we can’t do anything about that”. -- Mark, Randy and Steve were howling with laughter.

“Okay, let’s get started “Tom said. Tom proceeded to put Eric into an abdominal stretch. He was not holding anything back either. He cranked the hold on hard and Eric began to scream in pain. “Awe, come on boy! You need to toughen-up”. Eric’s dad continued to apply different holds and toss him around the ring like a sack of potatoes. This went on for quite a while. Tom had his son screaming and whimpering in pain with every hold. Eric asked his dad to stop but Tom replied, “Quit being such a fuckin wimp! I am trying to demonstrate these holds for your buddies. Are you going to ruin it by being a little pussy-boy?” Tom continued to punish his boy.

After a series of ten body-slams, he dragged Eric up to his feet and backed him up against the ropes directly across from where his buddies stood witnessing this punishing demonstration. Tom stepped outside the ropes onto the apron and got Eric in a reverse headlock. Eric’s face was buried in his father’s armpit while his back was arching over the top rope. Tom laughed as he looked down at his son. He reached down and took a hold of the waistband of Eric's briefs and stretched them downward hooking them underneath Eric’s balls. Now the young lad was in a helpless position and his cock and balls were on display and swinging freely. Tom began pounding Eric’s chest with forearm after forearm.

He was beating Eric senseless as he belittled him to his friends. “Look at yourself Boy! You are pitiful! What kind of wrestler are you gonna be? You can’t take the punishment. And what kind of man are you? With that chest of yours that is smooth as a baby’s bottom. Not to mention that scrawny little thing hangin between your legs. What a poor excuse for a man you are! Too bad you didn’t take after your old man a little more. A little hair on that chest and some more beef between your legs and you wouldn’t be half-bad. Maybe then you’d have the women after you.”

Having gotten Eric’s arms locked in the ropes, Tom stepped back into the ring and started to pummel his son’s gut. He wasn’t holding back either. He was really slugging the fuck out of him. Tom trotted back across the ring and hit the ropes where Mark, Randy and Steve were and rebounded, charging and diving at Eric landing a shoulder-block into his sore beaten midsection.

By now the boys had seen enough. They felt that Tom had taken this whole thing entirely too far. So, when Tom headed for the ropes (setting up for another flying shoulder-block) Randy reached under the bottom rope and grabbed Tom by the foot and tripped him. Tom went down hard landing on his face. The three boys entered the ring and while Steve went over to free Eric from the ropes, Mark and Randy simultaneously began delivering elbow drops to Tom. They wanted to keep him down long enough for Eric to recover. Tom never knew what hit him. Mark was landing elbow drops into the small of Tom’s back while Randy’s were being driven into the back of Tom’s neck.

After about ten minutes, Eric was on his feet and was he ever pissed off! He tucked his cock and balls back into his underpants and walked over to his father who was lying face down on the canvas.

“Get up you fucking bastard!!” Eric demanded. “I have taken all that I am going to take from you!” Tom struggled and managed to get up on all fours. Eric drew back and kicked his father in the gut with all of the force that he could muster. Tom rolled over onto his back as he clutched his belly with both arms. Eric took a handful of his father’s hair and dragged him up to his knees. Not letting go of his dad’s hair he slapped his face several times. Eric got his dad up on his feet and lifted him and threw him over in a firemen’s carry. Once again Tom was rolling around on the mat. Eric positioned Tom on his stomach so that he could continue the back-punishment that his two buddies had started earlier. More elbow drops to Tom’s already beaten back had him in more pain than he had ever expected. Eric pulled him up and managed to body slam him twice. Tom tried to protest but his back was hurting so badly that he couldn’t even talk.

Then Eric said, “Okay you asshole, now YOU are going to submit to ME in front of my friends!”

Tom struggled to get the words out, “Boy, I’m gonna make you pay for this. You are gonna be one sorry motherfucker”.

Eric replied, “Shut the fuck up! I am in charge now. And you don’t look like you are in any kind of shape to make anybody pay for anything”.

With that, Eric maneuvered his father capturing him in a camel-clutch. Tom yelled out in pain. “You’re breaking my fuckin back!! Let me go!”

Eric asked, “Do you submit?

Tom barked, “NO !! FUCK YOU BOY!! You’ll never get a submission out of me.” After about ten minutes, Eric released the camel clutch and decided to try something else. More pain shot through Tom’s back as he felt the effects of the Boston Crab that he was now trapped in. He shrieked in pain. Eric had his dad’s body bent backward much farther that it was ever intended to be able to do. Tom’s heels were almost touching the back of his head.

He pleaded for Eric to stop. Again, Eric asked for his submission. Tom could take no more. The pain was too much for him “Okay, I submit . . . I submit!”

Eric let go of him and watched his father roll around writhing in pain. He walked over to his buddies who were congratulating him. But Randy commented, “Hey Eric, ya . . . you beat him and made him submit to you but you ought to humiliate him the way that he has humiliated you so many times in the past.”

Eric looked over at his dad who was struggling and trying to get up. He got this evil grin on his face and said, “You’re right Randy. You’re absolutely right”. Eric walked over to his father who had managed to use the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Eric grabbed his dad and spun him around so that they were face to face and Eric drove a fist into his father gut. Then a solid knee-lift knocked Tom backward so that HE was now arched over the top rope. Eric quickly got Tom’s arms trapped in the ropes rendering his poor ol dad completely helpless.

Eric spoke to his father in a sarcastic tone. “I believe you were making some unfavorable comments about what I have between my legs. Well maybe I don’t have as much as you do but it seems to me that a donkey-dick like yours just makes for an easier target, don’t you? Maybe that is why you wanted to do this in your fucking underwear. I think that you just like showing off that big bulge, don’t you? Ya you just want everyone to know that you ve got a big dick. Well I got news for you dad. Havin a big dick don’t make you a man. In fact, that horse-cock of yours is getting you into trouble tonight!”

Tom looked at Eric and asked, “What do you mean? What are you gonna do?”

Eric held his fist up and said, “I ‘l show ya what I mean” Tom fought to free himself but it was useless. No matter how hard he tried, he was a securely held by the ropes. A wide-open target for his son. Eric drove his fist right into Tom’s crotch. Tom felt like his cock and balls had been struck by lightning. The pain was excruciating. Then Eric clamped on a ball claw and squeezed hard.

“How’s that feel old man?” Eric asked.

Tom arched forward and screamed, “Aaaaahhhh !!! . . . NO !! . . . Stop . . . Please, Let go!!”

“Oh, what’s the matter dad? Aren’t you man enough to take it? I thought you said that you were a real man.” Then Eric released his grip and Tom’s body hung limp in the ropes.

With much effort, he lifted his head and looked up at Eric and said in a soft but threatening tone, “Boy, you are going to pay for this. Nobody does this to me and gets away with it. Especially a little punk like you.”

Eric gave his father a hard kick to the balls and told him, “Shut the fuck up! You aren’t in a position to do anything about it. So, if I may quote your own words, dad . . . Take it like a man! Isn’t that what you always tell me?” Then Eric started pounding his father’s face. Fist after fist. He was determined to make his mark. And he did a good job of it too. Tom now had a busted lip and a bloody nose and his left eye was swollen shut. “Since you thought that it was so amusing to expose my cock and balls earlier, I think that it is only fair that I return the favor”. Eric did just like his father had done to him. He hooked the waistband of Tom’s underwear underneath his balls allowing his cock and balls to flop around freely and in full view for everyone to see.

Tom was mortified. He was so mad at Eric that he couldn’t even speak. Eric gave Tom’s cock a few open-handed slaps. He turned to his buddies who were delighted as they watched Eric turn the tables on his father and humiliate him for a change. Eric said, “Look at him now! The big He-Man doesn’t seem so tough anymore does he?” They all laughed and cheered him on. Eric turned back to his father and said, “Man, you look pretty fuckin pathetic” and he gave him three more hard kicks to his exposed balls. He then let Tom out of the ropes and watched as he dropped to the canvas and curled up into a fetal position. Eric, Mark, Randy and Steve all walked out together and left Tom to lick his wounds.

“Maybe now he will leave you alone and quit embarrassing you in front of us once and for all” Steve said.

Randy agreed, “Yes, you sure taught him a lesson. I figure he will think twice before he tries to play his macho-man games with you again.”

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The next day, Tom went to the gym as usual. When he walked into the locker room a few of his buddies were already there. When they saw Tom one of them spoke up, “Man Tom! What happen to you? It looks like somebody did a tap-dance on you face while they were wearing cleats!”

Tom snapped back, “Don’t worry about it! It isn’t anything that I can’t handle myself”. The guys started snickering. Tom shot a mean look at them and through clenched teeth asked, “What the fuck are you guys laughing at?”

One the guys explained as he chuckled, “Well, we heard that you got your ass beat by your eighteen-year-old son!” And they all burst into a laughing frenzy. Tom turned red as a beat with anger.

One of the other guys spoke up and said, “Well, I heard that you not only got your ass beat by your own kid but that he gave you a dick-whippin too!” The men were laughing uncontrollably. Tom felt like he was about two inches tall.

He thought to himself, ‘this can’t be happening to me. I am an ex-marine.’ And he couldn’t figure out how they had found out about it either. It turns out that Phil, who is a regular at Tom’s gym has a son named Mark. And Mark is Eric’s best buddy. Mark told his dad about what had happened and of course Phil could not wait to tell all the rest of the guys at the gym about it.

Phil asked, “Damn Tom, how in the hell could you let that happen? Shit man, you let an eighteen-year-old punk beat the fuck out of you! Look what he did to your face.”

Bill, one of the other men chimed in, “YA, not to mention what else he did to you. How’s your balls Tom? You still got em?”

Tom was livid. He yelled at them, “I can whoop my boy’s ass any time I want to! There is no way that little prick can get the best of me.”

Phil said, “It sure seems like he got the best of you last night. I guess you just aren’t man enough to control your kid.”

Tom angrily stated, “I am man enough to kick any of your asses! Anyone wanna try me?”

Bill replied, “If you can’t even beat your teenage son, what the hell makes you think that we would have any interest in fighting you. If I am gonna fight, I want a real challenge. Why don’t you bring your boy down to the gym and let him fight your battles for you?”

Phil interrupted, “I got a better idea. Why don’t you bring your boy down here to the gym and show us how you can beat his ass? If you really can that is. But maybe you’re afraid of letting us see how a young punk can control your 215 pounds of solid muscle!”

Tom said, “YOU’RE ON MOTHER FUCKER!! I’ll have Eric here Friday night at eight o’clock. You just make sure that you guys are here and I’ll show you who the real man is!” All of the guys said that they wouldn’t miss it for the world. They were anxious for Friday to arrive.

Eric was telling his buddies about the command performance that was scheduled for Friday night. He was a little apprehensive about it. “He’s going to kill me! What am I going to do?”

Mark said, “Don’t worry man, we have until tomorrow to figure out a plan.”

Eric look at Mark with a confused look on his face. “A plan? What do you mean?”

Mark explained, “We’ve gotta figure out a way to humiliate your father in front of HIS friends now. If we work together, I’m sure that we can come up with some way to embarrass the hell out of him.”

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Friday night had arrived. Eric, Mark, Randy and Steve got to the gym early. They snuck in the back door so that they would not be noticed. All of the men were out near ringside shooting the bull while they waited for the big match. Tom was alone in his office. Eric knew that his father always took a shower before and after his matches, so they waited for the right moment to initiate their plan. Tom had a locker in his office and that is where he always changed. When he had stripped down and headed into the showers, the boys slipped into his office unnoticed. They took all of his clothes from the locker. Randy reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of hot pink bikini briefs. He put these in his locker. “I sure would like to see the look on his face when he finds out that these pink bikinis are all that he has to wear.” They all laughed.

Then Eric turned to Steve and asked, “Do you have them?”

“Right here,” Steve replied. On Tom’s desk was his water bottle. Eric took the top off of it and Steve handed him the two little pills. Eric used a paperweight to crush the up into powder and then put the powder into his father’s drinking water.

“I just hope that he drinks this stuff before the match.” Steve said.

Eric assured him, “Oh he will. He will”.

Mark said with excitement in his voice, “This is gonna be great! I can’t wait to see him come storming out to the ring in his pink bikinis with a hard-on that won’t go away. I have heard that this viagra really works.”

They all laughed and slipped out taking all of Tom’s clothes with them. They deposited the clothes in Eric's car and then they walked in the front door as though they were just arriving. They walked down the hall and ran into Tom as he was entering his office with a towel wrapped around him. Eric and the others stood just inside the office door. “Damn good thing you showed up boy. I owe you a real whoopin and you gonna get it tonight. You are gonna pay for humiliating me.” As he made his threat the boys watched as Tom picked up his water bottle and chug every last drop from it. They all looked at each other and grinned. Eric and the guys went into the locker room to get changed.

Eric quickly changed into his singlet and the boys rushed out to ringside before Tom’s entrance. After waiting for quite a while Phil decided to go back to Tom’s office to see what was keeping him. He walked in and found Tom just sitting there with his towel wrapped around him.

“What’s up Tuff-Guy? We are all waiting out there.”

Tom said, “Somebody stole all of my clothes. This is what they left me.” He held up the pink briefs and showed them to Phil.

Phil could not control his laughter. “Well, you had better put them on and get out there, unless you are planning to out and concede to the fact that your boy is more of a man than you are.”

Tom yelled at him angrily, “You know I’m no wimp! And you know that I can wipe the mats with his punk ass!”

Phil said, “Then let’s go man! Get yourself into those cute little trunks and show us what you can do.” Tom just sat there and starred at Phil. He did not want to stand up and take his towel off because he had a raging hard-on and he didn’t want Phil to see it.

But Phil did not leave. He said, “Come on man, I’m not going back out there without you. I am going to wait right here and see that you don’t sneak out on us.”

So, Tom stood up and turned his back to Phil and dropped his towel. He pulled the pink briefs up and Phil whistled at him. Tom struggled to stuff his massive hard cock into the bikinis. He couldn’t understand why he had a hard-on, and why it wouldn’t go away. Tom just stood there with his back to Phil who was getting rather impatient with Tom’s stalling. He walked over to Tom and took him by the arm and turned him around and insisted, “I said let’s go!” He couldn’t help but notice that Tom’s hard-on was stretching the crotch of those little briefs to the limits. “Holy Fuck!! What the hell is that? Why the fuck do you have a boner Tom?”

Tom was speechless. He could not think of any words to say. Phil just gave him a shove toward the door and forced Tom out into the ring area.

As Tom walked toward the ring, there was an eruption of laughter. He heard several catcalls and whistles. As he climbed into the ring, Mark yelled out, “Where’d you get those pink panties? I think my sister has a pair just like those!”

Tom shot an evil look at Mark but said nothing. He was already overwhelmingly embarrassed and the match had not even started yet. One man from the audience called out, “Hey, you better check him for a foreign object! Looks he has something stuffed down in the front of his trunks!”

Eric yelled back to the man, “That’s no foreign object! He’s just excited about taking another beating from me! I think he gets off on it! See, I’ll show ya.” With that, Eric quickly slapped a claw-hold on Tom’s hard cock before Tom even knew what was happening. He was not ready and had not expected that things would start out this way right from the beginning. Eric squeezed his dad’s hard-on with one hand and grabbed hold of his balls with the other. Tom cried out as he tried to pry Eric’s hands away from his crotch. But he was not able to muster the strength to free himself.

One of the men in the audience sarcastically called out, “That’s it Tom. You’re really showing the kid whose boss now!” Laughter echoed throughout the gym.

Eric goaded his father while he held him tight in his grip. “Gee dad, you sure are tough in your little pink underpants. A real HE-MAN aren’t you?”

The pain was so intense that Tom’s eyes were filling with tears. “Don’t do this to me Son. Please. . . .Please let go.”

Eric replied, “Okay “ He let go and as Tom stood there cupping his crotch, Eric hauled of and let him have a mean left hook to the jaw that sent Tom backward into the ropes. Eric charged him and drove his shoulder into Tom’s gut. Tom crashed to the canvas. Eric took this opportunity to stomp the fuck out of his father. He kicked him in the head a few times as well as several stomps to the chest and gut. Tom laid there on his back and was still holding his hard cock and aching balls. Eric sat down on Tom’s stomach pinning his arms against his sides. “That hairy chest of yours could use a little attention don’t you think dad?” Eric grabbed some of that manly black chest hair and started pulling on it as though he was trying to pull it out by the roots.

“AAAAHHHHRRRGGG!!!” Tom’s screams of pain reverberated through the entire gym.

“Gee, does that hurt dad? Gosh, I sure am glad that I don’t have to worry about anybody trying to do this to me.” Then Eric applied a double pec-claw to Tom’s hard chest. He dug his fingers in deep causing as much pain as he could. He would maintain the claw holds for a few minutes and then release them. After only a second or two he slap them right back on again. Digging deep into the muscles, really working it for everything he could. Tom was in agony, but he was powerless to do anything to help himself. He had no choice but to lay there and take it.

Eric tired of that so he got up off of his father and dragged him to his feet by his hair. Now Tom’s arms were crossed across his aching chest. Eric let him have another punch to the balls, which dropped the muscular man to his knees. Eric stood in front of his father and demanded, “Get up!!! Fight like a man!!” He slapped his father across the face a few times just for added insult. As Tom struggled to get up, he swung and landed a fist into Eric’s gut. This took Eric by surprise and it doubled him over as the wind was forced out of him.

Tom grabbed Eric by the hair and pulled his head back and said, “Okay!! Now you gonna get what you ve got coming boy!!” Tom drew his fist back in preparation give Eric another shot to the gut, but Eric was quicker than him.

Before he could deliver the blow, Eric was able to clamp on another vise-like grip to Tom’s balls. “NOoooo!! Not again!! AAAhhhhh!!” This paralyzed the big man. Eric started walking backwards pulling his father walking him all around the ring by his balls. He maneuvered him to the center of the ring and with his left hand squeezing hard on those balls, he began to throw a long series of punches into his dad’s hard cock. “Oh no! Eric Please. Please don’t Eric.”

Eric grinned. “What the matter Pop? Not man enough to take it.? All you gotta do is submit and tell all those guys that I am too much man for you.”

Tom was barely able to get the words out, “Eat shit Boy! I’ll never admit to that!”

Eric disagreed, “Oh, I think that you WILL admit that, and more before this match is over.” Eric pounded his father’s big cock until it forced its way out of those skimpy little briefs. Everyone howled. Then Eric took a hold of the pink bikinis and ripped them off of Tom altogether.

Tom had a look of terror on his face. He couldn’t believe what his son had just done. “ERIC !!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?”

Eric’s answer was, “Hey, you were gonna do the same thing to me the other day in front of my friends. I just want to give you a taste of your own medicine.”

There he was. Standing in the middle of the ring with all his glory standing straight out in front of him for all to see. Then Eric drove a knee into Tom’s stomach knocking the wind out of him again. As Tom doubled over, Eric grabbed him in a side-headlock and bulldogged him face first to the canvas. Eric then rolled his father over onto his back and positioned him spread-eagled in the center of the ring. He then stepped through the ropes onto the ring apron and climbed up and stood on the top turnbuckle. He yelled, “BOMBS AWAY!!” and came crashing down driving his knee into his father’s unprotected balls. (It was beautifully executed.) Tom immediately started to flop around on the mats like a fish out of water, clutching his balls. Eric was pleased with himself. He asked Tom if he was ready to submit yet, but Tom was not able to speak. Eric took Tom’s balls in on hand and pulled down stretching his nutsack farther that it had ever been stretched before. With his other fist he pounded Tom’s balls until it felt like they had gone flat. Eric walked over to the side of the ring and was talking with his buddies. They told him that they thought that it was time for the grand finale. Eric agreed saying that he felt that the old man was ready to go along with anything now.

He went back over to his father and grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up to his knees. Tom gasped, “I’ve had enough. No more, please. I submit.”

Eric smiled and said, “Well we have to make sure that all your buddies hear you say so.” He motioned for Steve to bring him the ring announcer’s microphone. As Steve was bringing the mic over, Eric was whispering in his father’s ear. Eric held the mic to his dad’s mouth and ordered him to offer his submission. When Tom hesitated, Eric gave Tom a short kick to the nuts. “Say it fucker!! Or I’ll make sure that there is absolutely nothing left of your balls.”

After a few seconds to catch his breath, Tom managed to croak the words out into the mic. “I submit. . .. My son is too much man for me.” Cheers came from everyone at ringside. Eric shoved the mic in his father’s face again and demanded, “Now tell em the rest! Tell them what I told you to say old man or I’ll beat your fuckin balls till there is nothing left of them! “

Tom knew that if he did not say what he was told that the torture would continue and he could not take any more. So, it took all he had, but he made himself utter the humiliating words. “I have been beaten by a real man. . . . I am just an Ex-Marine Pussy . . . and now I must serve my superior.” Eric face was beaming with joy. He tossed the microphone aside and stood in front of his father who was still on his knees. Eric pushed the straps of his singlet off of his shoulders and pushed his singlet down and shoved his father’s face into his crotch. “Now suck this MAN’s cock!” he ordered.

But Tom could not bring himself to do it. He had never sucked a man’s dick before in his life and he was not going to start now. “Don’t make this harder for yourself Pop.” But still, Tom would not take Eric’s cock into his mouth. Eric kicked him in the balls again. He told Mark and Randy to untie the tag-ropes from the corner turnbuckles. He dragged Tom over to the ropes and hung him over the top rope so that Tom’s feet were in the ring and his head hung outside the ropes looking sown at the floor. Mark and Randy secured Tom’s arms by tying them to the bottom rope from the outside. Eric then stepped out onto the apron, lifted his Tom’s head by pulling his hair and he forced his cock into his father’s mouth.

“NOW SUCK YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH !!!” Eric began fucking his dad’s face with a steady rhythm. His cock grew to it full seven inches quickly. “Now, what were you saying about my cock the other day dad? You seem to be enjoying it now!” Tom was furious and started to drag his teeth on Eric’s hard shaft. Eeeooww!! Eric squealed. He pulled his dick out of Tom’s mouth fast and gave him several knee lifts to his face.

“I’ll teach you not to mess with me you lousy fucker! “Eric stepped back into the ring and told Steve, “Give me your fucking belt”.

Steve took his belt off and as he handed it to Eric he asked, “What are you gonna do with it?”

“I’ll show you what I’m gonna do!” He started whipping his father’s ass. As the leather connected with the bare skin, each crack was loud and painful. Again, Tom was screaming in pain. Eric must have whipped his father’s ass fifty time with that belt causing huge welts and a few lacerations before he stopped. Then, Eric made his final move. He rammed his hard cock all the way into his dad’s helpless virgin ass in one hard merciless thrust. Tom was squealing like a pig. Thrashing around trying to get loose. The pain was like nothing he had ever experienced before.

He begged and pleaded for Eric to stop but Eric said, “Too late!! You had your chance! Now shut up and take it like a man!” Eric plowed hid father’s ass for several minutes before finally shot his load of man juice into daddy’s virgin ass. After pumping every last drop into Tom’s butt, Eric pulled out and turned to the guys in the audience and asked, “WHO’s THE MAN?”

He exited the ring area along with his buddies leaving his dear old dad hanging over the top rope, helpless, beaten and fucked. Tom’s friends came up to the ring and he said, “Please guys, help me get out of here”.

“Sure Tom, after we have our turn at that tight little ass of yours.” Tom shrieked in terror while all six of his buddies lined up to take their turn at plowing his ass. The ordeal to a couple more hours. And before they would agree to untie him, they forced him to agree to make his furry muscular Ex-Marine ass available to them whenever they wanted it. They told him, “If you don’t agree to do it, then we will just have to bring your kid back in here and let him beat the fuck out of you again. Oh, and by the way, don’t even think of retaliating on you son. We are on his side. From now on, you will treat him with the respect that he deserves.”

“Now then Tom, we have all had a chance to sample that tight little butt-hole, how do you feel like sucking about a half a dozen dicks? “