Crusher’s Holiday Experience
By Crusher
Well
guys, I have to tell you this story about my experiences that took place over
the past holiday season. I didn’t really expect that my trip would end up being
filled with events that would make a story for this website, but I am compelled
to tell you about it.
After
listening to him ask me over and over to make the trip, I finally decided that
since I still had a few vacation days left from work, and I had no other plans
for the holidays this year, I might as well take advantage of the opportunity
and take Jack up on his offer. So two days after Christmas, I headed up north.
He was up near the Canadian border. I hate the cold weather and I despise snow,
and here I was going right into it in the middle of winter. I thought to
myself, ‘Gee Jack, why couldn’t you live in Florida or Southern California
instead of this winter wonderland?’
I was
not able to stay at Jack’s house during my visit because he said that he had
some family members in for the holidays. But Jack insisted that I come anyway.
He told me that he would make motel arrangements for me.
“I know
the perfect place for you to stay. Don’t worry Crusher; I’ll take care of
everything for you.” He sent me the directions and details ahead of time.
I
arrived at the motel without any problems and got myself checked in. Once
settled, I gave Jack a call to let him know that I was there. It was very late
so we decided to meet the next day at 1:00pm. Jack lived on a farm in the
country and, conveniently, it was only about fifteen minutes away from my
motel. He had told me about the small barn that he had converted into a
wrestling gym. It was located on the other side of his farm, away from the
house. He was quite proud of it and excited for me to see how he had fixed it
up.
The next
day I showed up at the barn right on time. As I got out of my truck and walked
up to the door I heard his voice anxiously call out, “Hey Crusher! Wow, I can’t
believe that you are really here!” We shook hands and hurriedly went inside to
get out of the cold. As I looked around I said to Jack, “Man, you've got a
pretty nice set-up here.” He had a pro-wrestling ring in the centre of the
room.
I took
my coat and gloves off and laid them on a bench. We stood there sizing each
other up for a moment. Jack was about six feet tall and looked like he weighed
about 185 lbs. or so. He was a couple inches shorter than me and I figured that
I had about a 40 lbs. weight advantage on him. We both sported moustaches and
we were both wearing old jeans and tee-shirts. His shirt was tight fitting and
I could see that he had a pretty decent body but he did not have the muscular
development that I had. He wasn’t a bad looking guy at all.
When I
turned around I noticed a young fellow over on the far side of the room lifting
weights. I asked, “Hey Jack, who’s that kid over there?”
He
replied, “Oh that is my nephew Travis. He’s my sister’s kid. Don’t worry, he’s
cool. He is into wrestling too. But he is kind of a sore loser. He gets mad
when he loses. Maybe you could give him a little attitude adjustment while you
are here.”
My
comment was. “I don’t know Jack. I don’t want to hurt the kid. And besides,
what would your sister say? I don’t want to cause any trouble in your family.”
Jack
said, “You don’t gotta hurt him, just knock him around for a little while. You
know, bring him down a peg or two.”
So I
said, “Well maybe I could do that for you. That is kind of my specialty. And he
does look like a hot little number. I might really enjoy slapping him around
and seeing how tough the kid is when it comes to dealing with my CLAW.”
Travis
came over to talk with Jack and me. He was wearing a pair of old jeans also.
But he was not wearing a shirt. I looked him over real good. He had a thick
head of curly brown hair, moustache and goatee. He had sort of a mean look to
him. Just the kind of guy that I like to make suffer. His chest was nicely
muscled and had a light coating of curly brown hair covering it.
Travis
said, “Hey Uncle Jack, that ring rope has come loose again. We are gonna have
to fix it before we use the ring.”
Jack
explained to me that the guys who had set up the ring were supposed to come
back and fix it but they had not done it yet. “The middle rope on this one side
comes loose sometimes. We just gotta tighten it up and it will be okay. Would
give us a hand?”
I asked
him what he needed me to do and he said, “Just pull down on the rope while
Travis and I tighten it up at each end by the turnbuckles.” So I stood on the
floor outside the ring and grabbed the rope with both hands and pulled on it.
As Jack
and Travis fiddled around at the corner-posts Jack said, “This isn’t working.
Hey Crusher, you are pulling the rope outward. What we need is for you to put
downward pressure on the rope. I got an idea. To get a better angle, why don’t
you turn around with your back to the ring and back up so that your butt us up
against the ring apron. Then reach your arms up and hook them over the middle
rope and sort of hang on it. That should give us what we need to get it fixed.”
So I did
just as Jack had asked. “How’s this?” I asked.
Jack
said, “Perfect. Just hang on like that for another minute and we should have it
done.”
The next
thing I knew, Jack and Travis were wrapping silver duck-tape around my arms
binding them to the middle rope. They had both of my arms taped up from my
wrists to just above my elbows. I yelled, “What the hell are you guys doin? . .
. Let me go!!”
They
both laughed but said nothing. As you can imagine, I was feeling very uneasy
about the situation now. What were these two guys up to?
Travis
stayed in the ring while Jack jumped down to the floor and stood in front of
me. I asked, “Come on Jack, what’s up with this? What is this all about?” But
Jack said nothing. He just grabbed my tee-shirt (just under my throat) and
ripped it all the way down the front. He pushed the torn shirt to the sides
exposing my chest and abs.
“Well,
well look at what we have here. A nice muscular, hairy torso. I am going to
enjoy beating those muscles to mush.” With that, Jack drove his right fist into
my gut. “Oooooofff!!” He knocked the wind out of me. He looked at me and
grinned. Then he let me have another. He decided to use me as a punching bag.
For about ten minutes he just beat the fuck out of me. Beating my chest, my
face and my gut. While he was doing that, Travis was behind me in the ring and
he was digging his claws deep into each side of the back of my neck really
working my traps. I can attest to the fact that this nerve hold hurts like
hell. Not to mention the beating that I was taking from Jack.
While
Travis maintained the nerve hold on my trap-muscles, Jack unbuckled my belt and
was unbuttoning the fly of my 501 s. He spread the fly of my jeans wide open to
expose the bulging crotch of my bright white jockey briefs. He said, “As long
as I am pounding your muscles into mush, we can’t forget your cock muscle now
can we?” And he began punching me in the crotch. I screamed out in agony. Jack
asked sarcastically, “What the matter Crusher, does that hurt? You are always
so fond of having the guys in your stories suffer vicious cock-beatings aren’t
you? Well, it’s time that you tried some of your own medicine! How do you like
it?” I pleaded with him to stop. I could not stand the pain. But he was not
going to stop until HE was ready. There was absolutely nothing that I could do.
I was trapped and helpless. I was forced to hang there from the ropes while
Travis dug in with that nerve hold and Jack cock-punched me until I was nearly
unconscious.
After
what seemed like an eternity, the two guys ceased their attack and allowed me
to catch my wind. They cut me loose from the ropes and pulled the tape off of
my arms. That hurt like hell too. Especially since my arms are hairy as well. I
dropped to the floor and they just let me lay there for a few minutes. I heard
them whispering to each other but I could not hear what they were saying. Once
I was able to get enough breath to speak, I looked up at the two men standing
over me and asked, “WHY?? . . . Why are you doing this to me Jack? I thought we
were buddies.”
Jack
stood over me with his arms crossed as he looked down and sneered, “You dumb
stupid fucker! My plan worked perfectly. It was even easier that I thought. You
fell for it like a ton of bricks!”
I looked
up at him and I was confused. “What are you talking about Jack?”
He
answered in a very condescending tone, “My name is NOT Jack.”
Now I
was even more confused. Still gasping for air I asked, “What do you mean? Are
you telling me that you are not the man that I have been communicating with for
the last six months on the internet?”
He
replied, “Oh yes, I am the one who you have been talking with alright, but my
name isn’t really Jack. I think that you probably would know me better as . . .
The Mangler!!” And he burst into laughter. I was furious. I wanted to pound the
living shit out of him right then and there. But I couldn’t even get up to my
feet on my own power. Mangler dragged me up to my feet and got behind me and
held my arms behind my back as he turned me to face Travis.
“And by
the way, this kid’s name is NOT Travis and he is NOT my nephew either”. He
snickered. “Crusher, I would like to introduce you to Cocky Punk.” Just then
Cocky Punk slammed his fist into my gut forcing the wind back out of me.
Then the
Punk drove his knee into my balls and said, “That’s for all of the mouthy
comments that you have made about me on the message board at Mangler’s
Website!”
Mangler
immediately threw me to the floor and went over to Cocky Punk. He was agitated
and shoved him hard knocking him back against the ring apron. “I told you that
his balls were mine! You stay off of his balls! They are for ME to destroy! I
only agreed to let you be involved in this as long as I was the one who got to
beat Crusher’s balls off! You got that Punk?”
CP
assured Mangler that he understood. He said, “I just got carried away Mangler.
I really want to make this bastard suffer,” Having settled the matter, the two
of them picked me up and threw me into the ring. I lay there in the centre of
the ring face down and in a whole lot of pain. These two bastards caught me by
surprise and now they had the upper hand. (A situation that I am not accustomed
to being in.)
The two
slime-balls climbed into the ring and walked over to me. Each of them took one
of my arms and stretched them straight outward from my shoulders making sure
that my hands were resting flat and palms down on the canvas... They each stood
on my forearms and began to stomp on my hands. Stomping and grinding the soles
of their boots into me as though they were trying to crush all of the bones in
my hands. By the time they stopped, I wasn’t sure if they had broken any bones
but I could barely move my fingers and they were all swollen and hurting like
fuck!
Mangler
told Cocky Punk to take five while he gives me some more of my own medicine. So
CP went over to the corner and perched himself on the top turnbuckle pad.
“Okay
Crusher, you fuckin Mangler-Wanna-Be, as I recall, you seem to enjoy having the
hot muscle-victim in your stories being humiliated by having them stripped to
their underwear by the nasty old heel. So let’s see how YOU like it.” And
Mangler took a hold of my jeans at the ankles and yanked them off of me. Now I
was enraged. NOBODY DOES THAT TO THE CRUSHER! As I tried to get to my feet,
Mangler kicked me in the gut and I dropped back to the mat. “Look at the mighty
Crusher now! What would the guys who read your stories on MY website say if
they could see you like this? Especially your pals Chancy and Matmuscle and
that Bamaguy!
Cocky
Punk chimed in, “Yea, I wish that Peanut friend of yours from the UK could see
his super hero now! . . . The great Crusher, . . . stripped down to his fucking
underpants and grovelling on the mats.”
Then
Mangler added, “I bet you wish that you had your loyal fans here now so they
could help you, huh?”
I looked
up at that conniving bastard and said, “I don’t need anybody’s help to beat you
into the mats!”
Mangler
responded with a chuckle, “I don’t know. You ain’t lookin to good right now.
But just to show you that I am a sporting man, I will accept the challenge that
you made to me a long time ago. You and I will have a match and the only way
either of us can win is by making the other submit by using a claw hold.”
Without
regard for the condition that I was in, I agreed. I had no choice. I had to get
even with Mangler and put him in his place once and for all.
Cocky
Punk had jumped down to the floor and went over to a table by the wall. He rang
the bell and said, “Okay guys, the match has officially started.” I struggled
to get to my feet. Just as I managed to get myself up, I caught a left jab to
the face from Mangler. Not a hard punch, just enough to snap my head back and
make me stagger. He threw another jab. And another. My head was spinning. I
just stood there, wobbly, barely able to stay up while he toyed with me. He
backed me into the corner; he leaned in close to me and whispered; “Now the fun
begins.” The next thing I knew I was being pulled out of the corner and whipped
across the ring where I crashed into the opposite turnbuckle. Mangler charged
in and drove his knee into my already tender midsection. Oooofff !!! All of the
air rushed out of my lungs. I just hung there with my arms slung over the top
ropes.
He said,
“I can’t wait any longer. I have just got to get my hands on em.” That is when
I felt a new pain shoot thought me as Mangler clamped onto my balls and was
squeezing hard.
“AAAHHHH
!!!” I cried out.
Mangler
was grinning from ear to ear. “OH YEA!! Nice big balls!! Just the kind I love
to destroy. But not yet. It is too soon. You haven’t begun to suffer enough
yet.” He dragged me to the centre of the ring and scooped me up and slammed me
to the canvas. Damn! that hurt. As I laid there on my back he stomped me in the
med-section a few times. I felt like my guts were being twisted and pulled from
inside of me. Once more Mangler extended my right arm and placed one foot on it
to hold is in place while he stomped my right hand. The whole time this was
going on, I also had to listen to that snivelling Cock Punk standing at
ringside making crude remarks.
Mangler
stopped for a moment and went over to the corner and picked up a towel to wipe
the sweat from his forehead. I managed to get up on my knees. As he approached,
I dove head-first into his stomach. He doubled over. Now he was the one whose
wind was forced out of him. I figured that I had to move fast. I got to my feet
and kicked him in the gut again. Now it was Mangler who was rolling on the mats
and holding his gut. I took this opportunity to return a few of the stomps that
he had given me earlier. I wanted to try to soften his mid-section up. I stood
over him and looked down at him. “You fucking no-good piece of shit!!! You are
gonna pay for what you did to me!.”
I had
not realized that Cocky Punk had climbed up and was standing on the top
turnbuckle. He leapt off and came down hitting me with a double axe-handle to
the back of my neck. I went down hard. Then that little prick slithered out
underneath the bottom rope like the snake that he is. I crawled over to Mangler
who was still laying on his back. “Alright Mangler, now let’s see how much you
can take. I have been waiting a long time to do this to you!” I raised my hand
high and brought it down on his gut. I tried to squeeze as hard as I could but
there was so much pain in my hand that I could not apply any pressure at all.
That bastard had mangled my hand pretty badly. It was still very swollen and it
hurt like hell. He looked at me and started to laugh. Again I tried to claw his
gut but it was no use. He had neutralized my claw. As I tried with everything
that I had, to dig my claw into his muscles, he just laid there and laughed at
me.
“What’s
wrong Crusher? Is this the devastating claw that was supposed to put me away?
Come on BOY, squeeze!! You can do better than that can’t you?” It was useless.
All I was doing was causing myself more pain. I wasn’t hurting Mangler at all.
Mangler
drew his knee up and caught the side of my head. I fell to the side. He got up
and grabbed me by my hair and dragged me up to my feet. He scooped me up as
though he was going to slam me again, but instead he brought me down into an
over-the-knee backbreaker. He held me there for a while. “Gee Crusher; I have
to admit that you do fill your jockey briefs out pretty well. Such a tempting
target.” Holding me over his knee, he slapped his claw on my balls
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“Are you
ready to submit Crusher? Are you ready to admit that the Mangler is too much
for you to handle?”
I
yelled, “FUCK YOU !!! . . . I’ll never submit to you!”
He
cranked that claw tighter and tighter. It felt as though he was ripping my
balls out with his bare hands. When he saw that I would not submit, he started
driving his fist into my nuts. I think it was about five or six times. He
dropped me to the mats and I curled up in a foetal position. He again pulled me
to my feet and pulled both of my arms behind my back into a double hammer-lock.
Then he muscled me over to the ropes where Cocky Punk was standing. Mangler
held me there while Cocky Punk just bitch-slapped me. “Not so fucking hot now
are you Crusher?”
I glared
at him and said, “Isn’t it past you bedtime Junior?” He slapped me again and
then he applied a double pec-claw that was devastating. I moaned and gulped for
air.
“How’s
that feel Crusher? Do your pecs feel like they are on fire yet? Don’t worry,
they will soon enough!” They did feel like they were on fire. He was digging
those claws in very deep, working them down underneath the muscles. This punk
kid knew how to make a claw work effectively.
Mangler
pulled me back to the centre of the ring and from behind me; he reached his
left arm around my head and got me in a reverse head lock. My body was arched
forward and my face was buried in his smelly armpit. As he held me in that
position, he bashed me in the balls three more times before he finally let me
drop to the canvas.
I have
to tell you guys that this is more punishment than I have ever taken before. I
am usually the one who is dishing it out. But I had had it. I could not take
any more. I looked up at Mangler and said, “Okay. You win. I submit!”
But
Mangler shook his head and said, “Maybe you do submit but the rule was that the
only way to win is to submit to a claw hold. And since that has not happened
yet, the match goes on.” He rolled me over onto my belly and stood over me
straddling my body.. He reached down and took my arms and pulled me up into a
camel-clutch.
“Ooohhh!!
My back!! Stop! Let me go!” He cupped his hands under my chin and really reared
back. I thought that he was going to snap my spinal cord. After a few minutes
of that, he released me.
He
called over to Cocky Punk, “Bring me that black bag that is over there on the
table.” CP fetched the bag and brought it back to the ring. Mangler reached
into the bag and pulled out a ball-gag. He brought it over and began to strap
it on me. I tried to resist but it was totally fruitless.
Cocky
Punk asked Mangler, “Why are you gagging him like that?”
Mangler
responded, “Because, I intend to claw the fuck out of this miserable excuse for
a wrestler and I don’t want him to be able to offer a submission until I am
through with him! Now, you can help me out here. Look over there at the
ring-post. You will find a rope tied to it. Bring me the other end of that
rope.”
Cocky
Punk found the rope and did as Mangler had instructed. “Good. Now tie that end
of the rope to his wrist.” Mangler had three more ropes which he tied to my
other wrist and each of my ankles. “Okay now, we gotta take these ropes and tie
them to each of the corner posts stretching his arms and legs as tight as we
can”. The two bush-whacking low life scum-balls did just that. I was laying on
my back in the centre of the ring with my arms and legs stretched tightly and
spread wide. They both stood there and looked at me with big grins on their
ugly mugs.
Cocky
Punk asked, “Can I get in on this too? I owe this fucker some pain!”
Mangler
agreed, “Alright, but remember, . . . THOSE BALLS ARE MINE!”
They
knelt down beside me. Mangler on my right and Cocky Punk on my left. They took
turns punching me in the gut. They each delivered about ten shots when I heard
CP say, “Those six-pack have sprung a leak! They are nothing but mush now.”
Mangler
said, “You are right. Let’s work on those pecs some more”. Cocky Punk pounded
on the left side of my chest while Mangler beat on the right side. They
continued until they were satisfied that my pectoral muscles were softened up
enough.
Mangler
said, “I need to get something out of my bag. Why don’t you slap another claw
on his abs while I get it”? And he did just that. - - - Oh God the pain! Once
more I felt the pain of his masterful claw digging into my abs as he worked his
fingers deep to get them under the muscles. When he achieved this he began to
pull upward. It felt like he was tearing my ab muscles out from the inside.
‘Who in the hell ever taught this scrappy little kid how to apply a claw hold?’
Whoever it was, I hate them for it. I had never felt pain like this before. I
couldn’t even cry out in pain what with the gag that Fucking Mangler shoved
into my mouth. Cocky Punk kept pulling upward and then pushing down, back and
forth. Oh, if only I could have begged for mercy. But it probably wouldn’t have
mattered anyway. Those assholes were not going to stop until they were ready.
Mangler
had returned with a small tube of something in his hand. Cocky Punk asked him,
“What have you got there?”
Mangler
grinned and said, “Oh just a little something to make things more interesting.”
He dropped down to his knees and began to rub my cock through my underwear.
Considering all of the pain that I was in, it was no wonder that my dick did
not immediately spring up. “I think he needs a little help to get it up don’t
you CP?” Then Mangler slipped his hand down into my briefs and pulled my cock
out. He held it with one hand and in his other hand he held up a small tube of
Ora-Jel. He inserted the tip of the tube into the slit of my dick-head and he
squeezed, emptying the whole tube into my cock. Right away, I felt a burning
and tingling sensation. He pumped my dick and it swelled up fast. I couldn’t
believe what was happening. The effect of that oral anaesthetic on my cock was
unbelievable. Damn! I had a raging hard-on.
Mangler
stuffed my cock back into my briefs and then he looked at Cocky Punk and said,
“I’ll take the balls and you take the cock!” I tried to pull myself loose but
they had me bound tight. I was helplessly spread-eagled and at their mercy.
Mangler clamped a claw onto my balls and at the same time Cocky Punk slapped a
claw on my hard cock. They both applied pressure and inflicted pain that I
never knew that any man could endure.
Have any
of you guys ever had two men working on you at the same time and one of them
has got you by your balls in a claw while the other applies a cock-claw
simultaneously? Let me tell you that I hope you never have to experience it!
Once in
a while Cocky Punk would release his cock-claw and beat my swollen dick with
his fist. But after three or four cock-punches, he would return to his claw
hold. Mangler was working my balls with brutal perfection. He let go and he
shoved Cocky Punk aside and said, “Sorry Crusher, but these jockey shorts of
yours are getting in my way. They have got to go!” Then he and CP both grabbed
my underwear and tore it right off of me.
Cocky
Punk went to work on my abs again. He really ripped into my gut with that claw
of his. While he was having a good time torturing my mid-section, Mangler moved
in between my legs. He took my balls in his left hand and pulled, stretching
them as far as my nutsack would go. Then he punched me in the balls with his
right fist. He repeated the punch twice more. I just wanted to pass out or die.
I couldn’t take any more. Mangler said, “Now we are getting somewhere. Your
balls are starting to go flat on you Crusher old boy! What do ya say? Huh? Oh
that’s right, you can’t say anything can you?”
He moved
up to my head and removed the ball-gag. I had one hell of a time trying to
speak but I managed to croak out a submission. Mangler shook his head, “Ah, Ah,
Ah! You can’t submit now, I don’t have a claw on you at the moment. Cocky
Punk’s claw doesn’t count. He is not an official participant of this match.”
Mangler moved back between my legs and took my balls in his left hand again. “I
want to hear you beg Crusher! Beg me not to destroy you balls!” He began
punching me in the balls again.
I
screamed, “AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!”
Mangler
demanded, “BEG DAMN IT!! BEG THE MANGLER FOR YOUR BALLS!!” He pounded my balls
again. “You had better start begging Crusher. Each time I pound your balls they
go flatter and flatter. Pretty soon they won’t be able to go back to their
natural shape. What’s it gonna be Crusher?” He continued to beat my balls.
I cried
out, “Pleeeeease stop! NO MORE!! I can’t take it anymore! Please stop
Mangler!!”
Mangler
just looked at me and smiled. “Are you admitting that I am too much man for
you? Are you admitting that I am the Master?”
I would
have said anything at that point just to get him to stop. “YES!!! YOU ARE THE
MASTER! PLEASE Don’t BEAT MY BALLS ANY MORE MANGLER! PLEASE LET ME KEEP MY
BALLS” I begged.
Mangler
responded in an amused tone, “I’ll tell you what Crusher, . . . because it is
the holiday season, and since I am in a festive mood, I will allow you to keep
your balls -- FOR NOW. But I reserve the right to destroy them at a later time
of my choosing.”
So then
he let go of my balls and shoved Cocky punk aside. I was then treated to a
gut-claw from the Mangler. My screams echoed though the barn. Mangler was
delighted as he watched me suffer. “This one is for your buddy Brett! He said
that he wanted more gut-claws when he signed my guest book on the website. So
this one is for him!” He dug in to my gut just as Cocky Punk had done before. I
wasted no time in screaming my submission while he still had that claw on me.
But even after I managed to whimper my submission, he held it on and continued
to tear away at my abdominal muscles.
I
repeated, “I submit, I submit!! Please let go!”
Mangler
asked, “You submit what? Address me properly you loser!”
I cried,
“I submit SIR!” Finally he did release the hold. (That cock-sucking bastard!)
Mangler
stood up and looked at Cocky Punk. CP commented, “Look, his dick is still
hard.”
Mangler
chuckled, “Yea, that Ora-Jel really does the trick. It will take him five or
six days to lose that hard-on. That stuff stays with you.”
Cocky
Punk helped Mangler to untie me and they left me laying in the middle of the
ring. Mangler said, “Hey Punk, I have worked up an appetite with all of this
activity. What do you say we go over to the house and get something to eat?”
CP
replied, “Sounds good to me.” And the two pricks walked out and left me laying
there. I could not move. I think that I passed out finally.
* * * *
* * * *
The next
thing that I can remember was waking up as Mangler was waving some smelling
salts under my nose. “Wake up Crusher. Time for you to be on your way.”
I shook
my head trying to clear the cob-webs. I was rather disoriented. I ask, “What
time is it?”
Mangler
said, “It is about 8:30pm. You've been out for several hours buddy. I hope you
understand that I had to do what I did.”
I
replied, “Fuck You. You had this whole thing planned for months.”
“Yes, I
did. And it was well worth waiting for too!”
As my
head cleared and I started to regain my wits, I noticed that I felt kind of
chilly. I sat up and leaned back in the corner against the turnbuckle. I looked
down at myself and screamed out, “MANGLER!!! YOU SCUM-SUCKING BASTARD!!! WHAT
DID YOU DO TO ME?!?!”
While I
was passed out, he shaved my crotch! My cock and balls had been shaved clean!
Mangler laughed hysterically. He said, “ Smooth as a baby’s butt! . . . Eh
Crusher? Well, men have hair on their cock and balls, not a BOY like you.”
If I had
not been in so much pain from the beating that I had taken earlier, I’d have
pounded the fuck out of him! As it was, I could barely move at all without
feeling extreme pain.
After he
stopped laughing, he said, “Well it is time for you to be heading back to the
motel now Crusher.”
I
struggled to get out of the ring. I went over to where I had left my coat and
gloves earlier. “Where are my clothes?” I asked.
Mangler
explained, “Oh, your clothes? Oh . . . uh . . Well, I think that Cocky Punk
took them when he left. That is, all except for your underwear, and I am
keeping them as a trophy. You know, something to remember the occasion by. I am
thinking of displaying them on the wall over there. I’ll put them in a frame
with a caption underneath them. Something like;’ these are the briefs that were
stripped off of the Mighty Crusher by his new master, . . . The Mangler.’” He
could see that I was enraged. I was furious but I was also powerless to do
anything about it at the time. He got me good and he knew it.
“Well
how am I gonna get back to my motel?” I asked.
Mangler
said, “Well, your pick-up is still parked outside. I suppose that you will
drive back.”
I
protested, “I can’t go like this!! I m fucking naked!! And this fucking hard-on
won’t go away either! And on top of that, it is 10 degrees below zero out
there.”
Mangler
thought for a moment and the se said, “You know, you are right. We can’t have
you going out in public and in sub-zero weather like that. Come over here. I m
sure that I can find something for you to wear”.
He
opened a cupboard door and pulled out a pair of old cowboy boots and handed
them to me. “Here these will at least keep your feet dry.” And then he handed
me a cowboy hat. “Here, this will keep your head warm.”
I stood
there starring at him and waiting for more. “ I need more than this! Come on
Mangler! You had your fun, now lay off of me will you?”
He
snickered and grinned, “You’re right. You can’t go walking around out there
with that thing pointing straight out in front of you like that. Here, put
these on.” He handed me a pair of pink sparkle bikini briefs. They were made of
a stretchy, glittery sparkle material. They looked like something you’d see in
a Las Vegas burlesque show - worn by a drag queen.
“You've
got to be kidding me!! You are not seriously gonna do this to me are you?” He
just stood there and smiled.
“Sorry
Crusher, but that’s about all I can do for you.”
So I
figured that the stuff he gave me was better than going out there completely
naked. Reluctantly, I pulled those pink sparkly things up over my thighs and
since they were a bit too small for me, I had a hard time stuffing my still
erect cock into them. It is a good thing that they were real stretchy. I had an
eight inch tent sticking out in front of me. I put the boots and hat on and
Mangler busted out laughing again.
He said,
“Hey Crusher, you know that in that cowboy hat and those cowboy boots, you look
just like the Marlboro Man.” I sneered at him. “I’m serious! You really could
pass for the Marlboro Man . . . in his sister’s panties!!” I thought he was
going to laugh until he pissed himself.
Mangler
held up the keys to my truck and said, “Here are your keys. But before I give
them back to you, there is just one more thing.”
I asked,
“What’s that?”
He said,
“I think that the guys who visit my website should know all about what has
happened here. I think that a story should be written for the website so that
all of the readers can enjoy finding out how I made you grovel and how I had
you begging me not to destroy your balls.”
I
pleaded with him, “Awe please, haven’t you done enough already? Do you really
have to put me through further embarrassment by writing a story about how you
beat my balls and forced ME to submit to YOUR claw? Do you really have to tell
everybody?”
Mangler
replied, “No, . . . I am not going to write about it. YOU ARE!! I think that
YOU should tell all of the guys at the website how you were beaten and
humiliated. I want to see YOU tell them all that the Mangler is the true
Master!”
I
couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I said, “No fucking way man! I refuse to
do that!” So Mangler grabbed me by the crotch of those pink sparkle briefs and
started to crush my balls again.
“AAAAHHHH
. . . . Noooooo . . . . Please stop!” He said that he would only let go if I
agreed to his terms. What could I do? I had no choice. I was in no kind of
shape to fight back. So I said that I would do it. He informed me that I had to
have the whole experience typed up and submitted to him no later than January
1st. He also stated, “AND IT HAD BETTER BE GOOD! “
He
handed my truck keys to me and said, “Drive safely now. You don’t need to have
a state cop stop you on the way back to the motel. It could be a little
embarrassing for you to explain your situation.”
I looked
at my keys and said, “Hey! The key to my motel room is missing. What did you so
with it you fucker?”
Mangler
had this innocent look on his face. “I didn’t take it. You must have lost it.
Really man, I did not take it”.
So I
asked him, “Well how am I gonna get back into my room?”
Again he
chuckled, “I guess that you will just have to go to the front desk and ask for
another key. I wish I could be there to see the look on the guy’s face when you
walk into the office looking like that.“
I had
listened to all that I could stand. I just turned around and went out the door,
slamming it behind me. I ran to my truck and jumped in quickly. It was so
fucking cold. Once I got the truck warmed up, I headed back to the motel. And
you better believe that I obeyed every single traffic law along the way. There
was no way that I wanted to have to explain this to a police officer.
When I
pulled into the parking lot at my motel, I just sat there in the truck for
awhile trying to figure out how I was going to handle this. I decided that
there was no way that I could do this and still maintain any dignity. So I
thought that I had better just go in and get it over with. When there was
nobody around, I jumped out of the truck and ran to the door of the front
office. As I entered, I was relieved to find no one in the lobby. However the
guy at the desk did raise an eyebrow when he noticed me. Actually, his face
kind of lit up. I explained that I had lost my key and asked for another one.
He asked me for ID. I answered, “Hey Buddy, Look at me. Do you see any place
where I might be able to carry ID on me? You know who I am. You were the one
who was on the desk when I check-in yesterday. Come on man, give me a break and
let me get back into my room before anyone sees me like this.” The desk clerk
was eyeing me up from head to toe. He reached over to the key rack and grabbed
the key and handed it to me as he gave me a wink.
He said,
“I go off duty at eleven. You think maybe I could stop by your room later on?”
I
screamed back at him, “NO!!! ABSOLUTELY NOT!!”
As I was
going out the door he called to me. I turned back to see what he wanted and he
said, “You know something sir? You are a dead ringer for the Marlboro Man. Has
anyone ever told you that before? I wish that he would have worn little pink
briefs like that in those advertisements.” I just shook my head and walked out.
I ran
down the sidewalk to my room. I hurriedly unlocked the door and stepped inside
closing the door behind me. I took a deep breath and exhaled with a sigh of
relief. The ordeal was finally over. I flipped on the light switch and sitting
in a chair near the bed was that stinking little weasel, Cocky Punk. That
little shit took my room key when he left Mangler’s place earlier. “What the fuck
are you doing here!” I demanded to know.
He just
sat there with that shit-eat n grin on his face. After a moment, he said, “You
and I have some business to discuss. But before we start talking business, do
me a favour and take that shit off. For cryin out loud man, you look like a
fucking Gay Marlboro Man!”
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A note from Crusher:
A note from Crusher:
Well
guys, that is as far as I am going with this. As you can imagine, this was the
worst holiday that I ever had. It is certainly one that I will never forget.
(It took five days before the effects of that fucking Ora-Jel wore off.) And I
am still hurting like hell. But remember this!! -- It took both of those pricks
to get the job done on the Crusher. I expect that they planned it that way
because they each knew that neither one of them could handle me one on one.
As for
you Mangler and Cocky Punk: All I have to say to you is REVENGE IS SWEET! And
from here on in, you guys had better watch your backs!
-- Crusher
Ah. Too bad the continuing adventures of hasn't happened yet.
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