The Rematch
by
Cocky Punk
by
Cocky Punk
Well, guys, it may surprise you, but duty obligates me to write this story …
Crusher, Mangler and I met up again. You remember that Crusher got destroyed
over the holidays and then he had to write the story about his destruction as
further punishment and humiliation. Well, he healed up in January and
into February and the rematch between him and Mangler has happened. And
now, at the end of it all, I’m the one who has to put it all down. Go
figure.
Mangler
and I wrestled a bit the next morning, showing each other our claw-holds and
such. We had lunch, and then, just moments before Crusher arrived,
Mangler told me what he wanted. I agreed to help him get Crusher, my
youthful exuberance getting the better of my common sense. I felt kind of
bad with the two-on-one, but there wasn't much I could do at that point.
My word really is my bond, no matter what anyone thinks.
I'll
pick up the story back at the end of December, in Crusher's hotel room.
You'll recall that I had "mistakenly" took his hotel key and had just
"popped" into the room to return it, when the old guy came in wearing
pink shiny briefs, a cowboy hat and cowboy boots. Of course, the dialogue
isn't exact, it's hard to follow Mangler and Crusher's incoherent ramblings and
then put them on paper, but you'll get the point.
*****
I waited in Crusher's cheap little room. While I waited, I had time to
think and I decided to do a little more than just return a misplaced key.
Of course, I wasn't sure Mangler would even let Crusher go that night, but then
I saw the truck drive up and Crusher get out of the truck. I closed the
curtains, started the tub faucet and hopped on the bed. I stripped off my
shirt, because I wanted Crusher to see me exactly as I was when I kicked his
ass. I had turned the heat in the room to maximum in order to get a good
sweat going.
The
motel was one of those strip motels where everyone has a door and window that
look out to the front parking lot, with the closet and bathroom at the
back. Crusher's room had a double bed, a table with a couple of chairs, a
dresser and an old TV on the dresser. It was clean, but that's about all
I can say about that room. The tub had already filled with steaming water
and still no Crusher! I know why now – because he was moving slowly from
pain and he had to deal with the hotel desk clerk – but I didn't at the
time. After an eternity, he finally sauntered into his motel room;
Crusher’s big and his 6’2”, 225lbs body was covered in bruises and he was
wearing the ridiculous outfit Mangler gave him to wear. His cock was
still solid as a rock from the Ora-jel treatment Mangler gave him.
We
exchanged a brief hello, which Crusher reported, but then he cut off the
story. I had told him to get out of Mangler's stuff and he did
gladly. He really had to struggle to get the briefs off over his
erection. I offered to help, but you can imagine his reaction. He
finally got out of them and walked over to his closet to grab something to put
on. He moved so slowly, it was hilarious to see this macho wrestling stud
moving like he was eighty years old. He was so cold from being outside
and naked that he didn’t even mention the heat in the room.
I
slipped off the bed and blocked his path. Crusher puffed out his aching
chest and said, "Get out of my way, Punk. I'm in no mood for your
shit."
I
smirked at his tough guy act, like he could throw me out? I moved right
up to him, then slid my hand onto his aching balls and over his rock-hard
cock. “Smooth, eh. It was nice of Mangler to do this for you.
I bet you appreciate it. Makes you feel like a real man, doesn’t it,
Crusher? Did you thank Mangler for shaving you?”
Crusher
slapped my hand away, “That fucker is gonna pay and so are you. Now I’ll
say it one more time. Get the fuck out of my way, you little brat, before
I put you over my knee and give you a spanking, boy!”
I
reached up and seized hold of Crusher’s right nipple. I squeezed it and
he grimaced in pain. He tried to pry my fingers off, but he lacked the
strength in his hands, thanks to Mangler’s boots. I said to him,
"Maybe you didn't hear me; did Mangler go after your ears when I
left? I said we have some business to discuss. When I saw you drive
up, I ran a hot bath. Why don't you go on in and relax for a bit.”?
I let go of his nipple and moved out of the way, pointing to the
bathroom. Crusher was suspicious and who can blame him, but I think he
knew if I was going to do something, I'd just do it. After all, in his
condition, anyone, even a loser like Peanut, could have taken him. Well,
maybe not Peanut, but anyone else. So, he knew that he better play along.
Crusher
went in and sank into the tub. The tub was small for a big guy like him,
but I could tell from his moans that the hot water felt great. I let him soak
for half an hour. I could hear him periodically running more hot water,
keeping the bath nice and hot.
I
walked into the bathroom and smirked at the picture of the big beaten man
nursing his wounds. His cockhead was sticking straight out of the water,
like a periscope. His permanent hard-on being the most prominent display
of just how badly he’d been humiliated. I knocked lightly on the open
door. He looked up at me then he turned away and closed his eyes. I
came in further, moving quietly and lifted the toilet, taking a long piss into
the can beside the tub. He didn't even make a move, which made me
glad. The old man was feeling safe with me around. I flushed,
lowered the seat, then sat down and looked him over.
His
eyes still closed, Crusher said, "Say what you want to say, then get the
fuck out of here, you lousy Punk."
I
asked, "Crusher, why the hostility, eh? You can't believe that was
my plan? I had no idea what Mangler wanted. I actually thought for
a minute that the two of you wanted to take me out. But once the thing
started, I couldn't really stop, could I? Look, I could have done a lot
worse to you. You’ll agree my claw was light, eh?"
Crusher
raised his eyebrow. I was right, his abs and cock didn't hurt that much,
but he shook his head, "That's cause you're a puny punk. Mangler’s
making me write this whole thing down. You’re going to look pretty
pathetic when I tell them how weak your claw is. Chancy’ll love it, you
cockless punk!"
SPLASH!
I dove forward, seizing his abs in my left hand and his steel cock in my
right. I clawed them hard, with all my strength. Crusher thrashed,
throwing water everywhere, but he couldn't break the claw. He screamed,
“ARGH! LET GO! LET GO! PLEASE!”
I let
go, slapped his face lightly and sat back on the toilet. "What were
you saying, Crusher?"
"FUCK
YOU!" he screamed, then the pain subsided a bit and he realized how lucky
he'd been earlier. "Why did you hold back? If you had a problem with
Mangler and his plan, why not just walk away or, better yet, help me?"
"Because
Crusher, I never go back on a deal, and I had told Mangler I would help him
teach you a lesson. Plus, once I saw you, I figured destroying you would
be fun. And I was right. But two-on-one isn't my thing and neither
is permanently hurting a guy like you. I wanted you to have a chance to
get back in shape fast. How would you like to get Mangler back?"
Crusher
looked at me with skepticism written all over his face. "What?
Team-up with you? No way. You'll double-cross me in a minute."
"I
just told you, I never break my word. I will help you destroy Mangler, I
swear. I promise that when we're done he'll be helpless and
destroyed."
Crusher's
eyes lit up and I went on, telling him what we should do. I left him in
the tub to think about it. About an hour later, he finally emerged,
looking clean and a little healthier. He went to the closet to grab
something to wear. He turned to me and said, “What’s with the fuckin’
heat in here?” I shrugged and he turned back.
I came
up behind him quietly before he could get dressed. I reached around
grabbed his left wrist, bending his arm back in a hammerlock. I put my
right arm around his neck. The big guy was helpless. I dragged him,
naked and struggling, to the bed and threw him down. I schoolboy pinned him and
you could tell he was pissed. I don't think he'd ever been manhandled
like this or pinned so easily. He struggled, but I was in perfect
fighting shape and he was really hurt. He tried to act tough, but he was
aching every minute. Finally, he stopped fighting me.
I sat
back, raised my arms and flexed them for him. I didn’t want him getting
any ideas about fighting back. The look on his face told me he
submitted. I asked him, "So, Crusher, what's your answer?"
"My
answer is get the fuck off me!" I held him down, reached back and
lightly gripped his cock. I moved it around like a stick-shift and made
motor sounds. I called out, first gear, second gear, etc. I
squeezed tighter every second. Every movement of his cock was painful, as
I manipulated his hard-on. He realized that his cock was okay, but if he
wanted it to stay that way, he had better answer and fast.
Crusher
said, "Look, I appreciate you going easy on me, thanks.” I let go of his
cock. He went on, “I wish you’d done something more, but whatever.
Still, my answer is no, I'm not gonna work with you. I don't do
two-on-one and I can deal with Mangler on my own, Punk."
"Wrong
answer, Crusher." I reached behind my back and grabbed hold of
Crusher's balls. I squeezed them lightly, but he screamed.
"They're real tender, aren't they? If you won't help me, how about I take
you out for good? Your hands look pretty swollen from the stomping we
gave you, but it could be worse. You’ll never manage to type that story
if I break them, right here, right now. Think about it, buddy."
I got
off Crusher and he relaxed, but I could tell he was thinking about how to get
rid of me. I reached down and grabbed his hair. I pulled him up
quickly and picked him up over my shoulder. He was powerless to
resist. I carried him over my shoulder and made my way to the door.
I tossed him out into the cold and slammed the door. He started pounding
on the door, but then stopped. All he was doing was attracting attention.
The last thing he needed was to be caught naked and freezing on the front
stoop.
Through
the door, I asked him if he’d changed his mind and remarkably, he had. I
opened the door and he stumbled in. Once inside, he said, he had changed
his mind NOT about my proposal, but about how much he was going to hurt
me. Well, I’ve never taken rejection well, so I immediately started back
on him.
I
started with a cheap shot to the stomach then I hit him hard with a forearm to
the side of his head. He spun around and I pressed my foot on the back of
his leg, sending him to his knees. I grabbed his hair and bent his head back.
I
looked him right in the eye, “I never thought you were stupid, Crusher. Don’t
prove me wrong. What about it?”
“Fuck
you!” Crusher spat back. He tried to throw an elbow back into me, but I
was ready. I hopped out of the way, and used my grip on his bangs to pull
his head forward. I slammed his face into the motel floor.
He
tried to rise up, but I was too quick. I jumped onto his back; our bodies
covered in sweat from the excessive heat. On top of the helpless Crusher,
I smacked the back of his head, taunting his weakness. “Come on, big
man! Let’s see you do something!”
Crusher
writhed under me, but he could barely move. The sweat was lubing us up, letting
him slide a little. I noticed he was keeping his ass high in the air
behind me and realized that he was protecting his rock-hard cock! I
laughed and slid off him, slapping his tight bubble butt.
“Mmm,
boy, that ass is going to be sweet!”
Crusher
tried to crawl forward, but as he moved, I reached down and grabbed his ankles,
pulling hard and sending him face first onto the floor. Crusher couldn't
do anything. He tried to get away, but he was too weak.
I dove
onto him and maneuvered him at will. He had no choice over his own
body. He was far too weak after the beating Mangler gave him!
He
ended up just lying face down under me, my whole body on his, my pouch grinding
into his ass and my weight grinding his cock into the carpet. The rough
motel carpet against his cock was very painful, his cries and moans told
me. As I rubbed, Crusher moaned and groaned. I held him in a full
nelson and whispered in his ear.
“I’m
going to fuck this nice ass of yours, Crusher, and you’re going to beg me to do
it.”
“Never,”
he meekly replied.
“You’re
a loser. You’re nothing without me. You’ll never get Mangler
without my help … he’s too much man for you! Didn’t you learn anything
today?”
SNIFF!
I breathed in Crusher’s scent … his sweat was giving him a musky order.
“Oh yeah, imagine how much you’ll sweat, little man, when I’m riding your ass
all night long! And you can’t stop me! There’s only one way out,
boy. Agree to help me and give me your word.”
Nothing
from Crusher, except a whimper. His cock was really aching now, but
wouldn’t go down. The muscle stud was permanently hard.
“You’re
going to have to beg me to stop fucking you and even then I won’t stop until
check out time. I’m younger and stronger, Crusher. You?
You’re old and used. You’re battered and beaten. Remember when this
is all done, little man, you’re my plaything and I’ll do what I want to you all
night long.”
He
fought hard, but my trash-talking was having an effect. When all the
fight went out of him, I got off him and dragged him up by his hair
again. When he was standing, I slugged him hard in the gut. Crusher
fell back onto the bed and I dove onto him, splashing him with all my weight.
I slid
over him and lifted his head into my sweat-drenched arm pit. He gagged
and finally gave in, “Please, Punk, please stop. I’ll help you … please
…”
“Clean
my pit, boy! Show me you mean it!”
Crusher
stuck his tongue out and cleaned my pit, lapping up the sweat like a thirsty
dog. His body was wracked with pain, but his cock was still hard.
Ora-jel’s a wonderful thing!
When he
was finished, I straddled him and put my hands on his chest. He was
completely limp, every ounce of energy had left him as he had struggled with me
on the floor. I dug my fingers in and he screamed for mercy. “So,
Crusher, have you changed your mind about my plan? Think carefully this
time, eh?"
“Please,
no! Please, oh God, please!” he replied. I added more pressure and he
yelled, “Okay! I’ll help you, oh please let me go!”
“Promise
me, Crusher! Give me your word!”
“I do!
I swear!” I let the claw go and he lay under me, devastated again.
I grabbed his hair and dragged him off the bed. I stood before him, as he
knelt before me, half-dead to the world. I slapped him awake. “You were a
bad boy to fight me, Crusher. Now you have to ask for my forgiveness.”
“What?”
I slapped him hard and he started begging, reluctantly, but he did it the same,
“Please forgive me, please. No more.”
“Take
my jeans off.” Crusher needed a little more persuading, but he did
it. He slid my jeans down and I stepped out of them. I held his
bangs tight and drew his face into my sweaty crotch. My cock was growing
fast as he had to breathe deep to keep his lungs full in his hurting chest.
“Oh
Crusher, I’ve waited so long to have you all to myself. You’re liking
that smell, eh? Your cock sure is hard!” I laughed, knowing his
cock would be hard for days, thanks to Mangler’s genius. “You’ve smelled
enough.” I drew his head back and pulled his eyes upward. “Now, you
want a taste, don’t you?” He shook his head no, but I drew my foot up
into his balls and he nodded yes. “Tell me, I want to hear it.”
Crusher
was such a man … I was loving it. He wanted to fight back, refusing to
just submit to any of my demands, knowing that I would hurt him to get what I
wanted, but he wanted to make sure I knew that he was not really broken.
I didn’t care. I smacked him around until he had no choice but to give
in.
After
more abuse, Crusher said, “Oh please let me taste you, please. I want to
taste you.” I guided him on what to say, what all the men on their knees
before me say and he did a great job. His big powerful chest was heaving
and his bruised body was shuddering with pain, but he said it all after more
torture. “Please, please let me taste your balls and cock. I live
for them and I need them! Please, I beg you!”
I
lowered my foot from his balls and nodded. He moved in and sucked my
balls and cock. He knew what to do and was exceptional at it. He
quickly had me hard and moaning. I pulled him onto the bed and slid
between his legs. I raised them and positioned my cock at his ass.
Crusher looked wide-eyed but an evil eye from me and he was begging
again. It’s always so great to hear a man beg against his will, especially
a hairy muscle man like Crusher.
“Please,
please take my ass!” He went on and on until I plunged in, sending him
into more spasms! I fucked him hard then made him clean my cock! I
made him lick my sweaty pits again, before face fucking him into complete and
total submission.
After
everything, Crusher was so weak, so defeated, that we ended up spooning all
night. I woke up at dawn and stirred Crusher. I reached around him
and felt his gigantic cock. It was as hard as ever, the Ora-jel still
working its magic.
When
Crusher woke up, he looked at me hard. His fire had returned and I
smirked. His mind was burning, wanting to tear me apart, but the body was
still aching. My hand on his cock was all I needed to keep him in line.
“So, in
the bright light of day, do we still have a deal?” I asked in my most cocky
tone.
Crusher
growled but said quietly, “My word is my bond, boy. Besides, I want
Mangler … I want to hurt that bastard! If not for him, you’d have never
gotten this chance. He’s the reason for all of this and he’ll pay!”
I let
Crusher’s little statement go, even though it was kind of a put-down of
me. Let the guy have his dreams. Soon enough, I’d be showing
Crusher that I didn’t need Mangler to handle him. But first, I would help
Crusher get even with Mangler. I replied, “Good, then let me know when
you’ve healed and I’ll set things in motion.”
I
rolled off the bed, showered and got dressed, leaving Crusher lying in the
motel bed. The only other thing I needed was that he had to leave this
episode out of his story and write that my claw was devastating, like the claw
he felt in the tub. We couldn't risk Mangler suspecting. I had
shown my claw to Mangler and had him screaming for mercy, just as I had for
his. So, I reasoned, if Crusher wrote that my claw was weak, Mangler
might have known something was wrong. Crusher and I agreed to keep
sparring on the message board. I even asked him to use the 'cockless
punk' line. It was a classic, after all.
It
wasn’t too long after that that I managed to get the three of us into a ring
again …
In late
February, Crusher called me. He told me he was feeling about 90%, so it
was time to start the plan in motion. He felt that by the next week, he'd
be 100%. I did my part and called Mangler up, looking for another
meeting.
I
finally talked him into it and we agreed to meet back in his barn. When I
arrived, he was all excited to see me. He was showing me around the ring
and showed me where he had hung Crusher’s briefs. He was quite proud of
taking them and of proving he was the one true master; they were like a trophy
and he went on and on about them. As he was bragging, a booming voice
told him to shut up.
Crusher
had snuck into the barn and walked up to us, wearing a nylon jacket and tearaway
track pants. Crusher looked really pissed, but Mangler just stood
smirking, “What are you doing here, Crusher?”
Crusher
unzipped his jacket and tore off his pants. He stood wearing tall
wrestling boots in red leather with red wrestling trunks with a Superman ‘S’
symbol over his big pouch. He looked healed – big body pumping with
power, hairy pecs bulging and his face red with fury. Crusher looked more
muscular, he had obviously worked out hard. He weighed the same, at
225lbs, but he had trimmed fat and gained power. The new-improved Crusher
walked back to the ring and rolled inside. Crusher bent forward and waved
his fingers at Mangler. He challenged, “Come on, Mangler, time to pay the
piper! I’m back, buddy!”
Mangler
was totally confident, despite Crusher’s size advantage and the fact that he
was obviously healed and gotten in even better shape. Mangler stripped
off his shirt and stretched in his tight black jeans. At 6’ and 185lbs,
Mangler wasn’t small, either. He walked over to the nearby bench and
switched his sneakers for a pair of Doc Marten’s – real shit-kickers.
Mangler calmly walked up the stairs to his ring and slid inside. He was
moving very deliberately and showing Crusher that he was still the
Master. Crusher was bouncing around in the ring, he was so anxious to get
going.
(Cocky
Punk’s Note: If you’re wondering why Mangler wasn’t more surprised, it’s
because I had tipped him off about Crusher coming. You’ll find out my
rationale eventually, but I just thought I’d mention it now, for plot clarity.)
As
Mangler slipped into the ring, Crusher was ready, immediately charging Mangler
while he was in between the ropes. He sent Mangler flying out of the ring
onto the hard floor of the modified barn. Mangler was surprised by that
move and he landed hard. He struggled up and I moved up to him. I
bent down and asked, “Are you okay Mangler?”
“Yeah,
I’m fine, Punk. I guess we have … OOF!” Before Mangler could
finish, I slammed my forearm into the side of his head – once, twice, three
times!
“Are
you still okay, Mangler? You don’t look so good!” I asked with a laugh in
my voice. I yanked him to his feet and dragged him back to the
ring. I held his head and trunks tightly, running with him. He had
no choice but to follow. CLANG! I threw him right into the ring
post. Mangler fell back, dazed. He backed right into my waiting
arms and I lowered my shoulders, hoisting him up across my shoulders into an
over-the-shoulder backbreaker. Mangler started howling.
I
walked up the steps to the ring and turned around. From behind me,
Crusher came up rubbed Mangler’s pouch. “I can’t wait to take care of
these babies. But first …”
Crusher
reached up and clamped his fingers around Mangler’s abs, squeezing his stomach
so hard I could feel the sadistic little man shudder on my shoulders. I
have to give Mangler credit, he didn’t scream out, he held himself in
check. But I could tell by the way he was shaking on my shoulders that he
was feeling it. I said, “He’s feeling it, Crusher … he’s shaking
bad! Keep it up!”
My
voice must have triggered something in Mangler. He reached up and raked
my eyes – I dropped him and stumbled off the ring apron. Mangler crashed
to the mat at Crusher’s feet. Despite being free of my hold, Mangler was
still in rough shape and Crusher was ready.
I
regained my eyesight and saw Crusher stomping the living crap out of
Mangler. Big red boots were raining down on the heel – long weeks of rage
during his recovery came out all at once in those boots. Mangler was
curled up, desperate to ride out the storm. I was pissed at this time …
nobody rakes my eyes! I charged the ring apron and started punching
Mangler in the back under the bottom rope.
Crusher
waved me off, “I’ll handle it from here, boy. This little bastard is
mine. I’m gonna rip him apart and make sure this prick never wrestles
again! YOU HEAR THAT MANGLER, YOU MOTHER-FUCKING ASSHOLE! I’M THE
ONE GIVING THE LESSON THIS TIME!”
I
smiled and waved, taking a seat on my bench, pulling out my cell phone to make
a couple of calls and watch the spectacle. Crusher was having a great
time, taking out his revenge on Mangler. Mangler was tough, but Crusher
had a good 40lbs on him, plus the element of surprise. Mangler had
already been softened up and now was about to learn that payback’s a bitch.
Crusher
said, yelling at his victim, “Come on, tough guy? Where’s the teacher
now? Aren’t you going to teach me another lesson? What about it
Mangler?”
Crusher
picked up Mangler, lifting him like he weighed nothing. Crusher slammed
Mangler to the mat, almost shaking the entire building when he did.
Crusher picked Mangler up again, bodyslamming him four more times. He
picked Mangler up for a sixth time, this time carrying him to the corner.
Crusher hung Mangler helplessly in the ropes, upside down, locking Mangler’s
ankle under the top ring rope. He proceeded to stomp Mangler’s pecs and
abs mercilessly.
“I
gonna crush you Mangler, and there’s nothing you can do about it! You’re
gonna like being my bitch! Trust me, buddy!” Mangler moaned and
finally, after minutes of taking Crusher’s shit, Mangler managed to unhook his
foot and fall back to the mat.
He
crumpled down, his abs red from the claw and stomping, bruises appearing on his
trim, hairless body. Crusher lifted Mangler up to his feet, moving behind
him. He picked Mangler up and dropped him in an atomic drop!
Mangler’s tailbone landed hard on Crusher’s knee and Mangler cried out.
Crusher held on tight, lifting Mangler again, this time falling back and
sending Mangler’s head and shoulders into the mat with a suplex.
Crusher
let go and sat looking at Mangler. Mangler was clutching the back of his
head and kicking the mat up and down in pain and frustration. Crusher
rolled over to Mangler. He placed his mouth at Mangler’s ear and squeezed
Mangler’s firm butt, “You got a sweet ass, Mangler. I’m gonna enjoy
fucking you till you beg for mercy.” Crusher winked at me, acknowledging
that he had used my words to him from his motel room. Obviously, they stuck
with him, which made me grin.
The
confident Crusher grabbed hold of Mangler and turned him over. He
unbuttoned Mangler’s jeans and peeled them off him. They couldn’t make it
over the boots, so Crusher left them at Mangler’s ankles. Mangler’s ankles
were now essentially bound by his own jeans! Crusher placed his hand over
Mangler’s crotch, which was covered by a black jockstrap, and started his
crotch claw assault. Mangler was going to feel everything that Crusher
had, only worse.
Crusher
dug his fingers in and Mangler was screaming in seconds. Crusher was
merciless – mean and cruel, just like Mangler. I called out, “Looks like
Mangler did teach you something, eh Crusher. You’re exactly like him!”
Crusher
kept working his cruel claw in deeper and harder. Mangler just thrashed
on the mat, unable to do anything else. Crusher released the claw and
straddled Mangler. He pinned Mangler, pressing his tented Superman trunks
into Mangler’s face. The most vicious and sadistic wrestler on the net
was being humiliated … it’s too bad I was the only audience.
Crusher
slid right off Mangler then hoisted Mangler up and he delivered an
over-the-knee backbreaker. Instead of letting go, Crusher powered Mangler
up again and dropped him again. He repeated the move three more
times! After the fifth backbreaker, Crusher slid his hand inside
Mangler’s jock and clutched his bare balls in another incredible claw.
Mangler was all but done for, I figured.
But
again, the wily veteran surprised me. Mangler reached up and managed to
rake Crusher’s eyes out of desperation. I moved up to the ring
apron. Crusher stumbled back and Mangler fell onto the mat. Mangler
slid his jeans back up, freeing his ankles. Crusher was in the far
corner, rubbing his eyes. Mangler went after him. I had half
expected Mangler to threaten me, but he was a pro – he knew better than to be
distracted. It was good focus on his part. Unfortunately for
Mangler, I was the kind of distraction he should have paid attention to.
Mangler
raked Crusher’s eyes again and then grabbed hold of his hair. He dragged
Crusher from the corner to the middle of the ring, positioning Crusher’s head
between his legs. Mangler wrapped his arms around Crusher’s waist and
heaved. Somehow, the smaller man managed to hold Crusher’s big body
aloft. I could tell Mangler was going to piledrive Crusher – and
piledrive him hard – the squash job had turned completely around.
Crusher
must have sensed that too. He may have been blinded, but he was otherwise
unharmed. Crusher kicked his legs back and forth. Mangler couldn’t
keep them up, his back was too damaged. He dropped Crusher and moved
back. Crusher dropped to the mat, but quickly stood and shook his head to
clear his vision. Mangler ran across the ring into the ropes and came off
with flying force!
Mangler
flew right into Crusher, sending the big man to the mat. Mangler jumped
up and ran back into the ring ropes, coming off and splashing Crusher. He
jumped up and moved to quickly splash Crusher again. As Mangler raced
back, I pulled down hard on the top rope, sending Mangler heels over head back
to the hard floor. Amazingly, he managed to land feet first, but as he
got his bearings, I charged and leveled him with a massive clothesline!
Mangler
went flying back and thumped onto his back. I landed three hard boots to
each of Mangler’s abs and pouch. Crusher was up and pissed off. He
jumped out of the ring and pushed me aside, “Thanks, boy, but I told you, he’s
mine! You’re gonna pay Mangler, you dirty asshole!”
Mangler
was writhing on the ground, as his second wind was running out of power.
He had sustained a lot of damage. While alone, he may have managed a
comeback, it wasn’t going to happen as long as the Punk was around.
Crusher ran across the floor and leapt up, flattening Mangler with his elbow
into Mangler’s chest. Crusher was using his weight advantage to the
max. He bounced up and down, driving his elbow deeper into Mangler’s
carcass.
Crusher
leapt up quickly, moving faster than I thought the big guy could. He
repositioned Mangler on the floor. “You call those things you did
splashes, Mangler? Those weren’t splashes!”
Crusher
ran back and splashed his entire weight onto Mangler’s torso. When 225lbs
lands on you, you feel it. Mangler, as hurt as he was, really felt
it! The air came rushing out of Mangler’s body and he started coughing
uncontrollably. Crusher slapped the floor, one, two, three, mock pinning
Mangler. “Oh yeah, fucker, how’s that? Feels good to be on the
receiving end, eh, Mangler?”
Crusher
got up, reaching down to seize hold of Mangler. “Come on, buddy, time for
you to get back in the ring.” Crusher picked up Mangler and actually
pressed his smaller opponent over his head, throwing him between the second and
top ropes back into the ring. When Crusher got in the ring, he yelled,
“Get up, you sorry-ass loser! I’m not done with you! Not by a long
shot! You’re a pathetic excuse for a man-gler! I’m gonna start
calling you wo-man-gler.”
Crusher
laughed and strutted in the ring. He picked up Mangler and pulled Mangler
close, wrapping his arms tight around him and squeezing hard and tight.
He lifted Mangler’s feet off the ground and held the bearhug, while walking
around the ring.
Mangler
hung limp in the hold, clenching his fists and face, trying to withstand the
awesome hold. Crusher’s bearhug was the reason for his name – he had
crushed many opponents into submission. Mangler wasn’t submitting, but
Crusher wasn’t asking either. This wasn’t an official match; this was
revenge.
Mangler
started moaning. Crusher said, “Mangler, you cheating prick, how does it
feel to get a taste of your own medicine? Feel that power, Mangler?
Feel your guts getting mashed? Feel your spine turning to dust?
Give up and I’ll let it go!”
Mangler
managed to spit out, “… never …”
Crusher
laughed, “Then you better put in a wheelchair ramp, buddy, because that’s how
you’ll be getting around! ROAR!” Crusher squeezed even tighter, the
veins on his neck sticking out and his face going red. Mangler started
wailing in the hold, he fell back, completely limp, looking dead.
Mangler
said, “I give, I give!”
Crusher
immediately released the hug and Mangler dropped to the ground, his back a
mess. Crusher grabbed Mangler and lifted up his limp, powerless body and
draped him over the ropes, tying Mangler up with the top and middle
ropes. Crusher slapped Mangler awake. “Wake up, man.”
Mangler’s
eyes slowly opened. Crusher held Mangler’s head so that his eyes were
filled with visions of Crusher’s big pouch in his Superman trunks.
Mangler could see the bulging ‘S’ mocking him. Crusher rubbed Mangler’s
face in his trunks, causing Mangler to cough. When he coughed, Mangler
screamed at the same time – the pain of coughing was so intense.
Mangler
fell into blackness and Crusher circled the ring. Crusher raised his arms
in tired victory. Mangler was unconscious, tied in the ropes. I
climbed into the ring and clapped for the conquering hero. I couldn’t
resist mocking Mangler … he had been so arrogant when he and I had discussed
how badly he had humiliated Crusher.
Crusher
continued to celebrate his victory, getting ready to dish out payback for
everything that had happened to him. Unfortunately for Crusher, he never
got the chance to do anything more to Mangler …
Crusher
continued to celebrate his victory, plotting the direction of his ultimate
revenge. He pranced around the ring in his little Superman trunks, his
big body pumped to huge dimensions. He looked bigger and better than
ever. I think the thrill was giving him even more power.
After a
few minutes of celebration and rest, he turned to me. Crusher extended
his hand, “Thanks, Punk, we’re even now. I kept thinking you’d double
cross me, but you didn’t.”
I shook
my head. “I promised you I would help you destroy Mangler and I
did. I told you I always keep my word, Crusher. Glad to hear I’ve
cleared the air between us.” I smiled and gave Crusher a big hug, our
bodies coming together tightly.
Crusher
hugged back, patting my shoulders. He asked, “Now, I have to do a LOT
more damage and I think a little shaving is in order for the Mangler.
How’d you get Mangler to meet with you and not suspect a trap?”
I
leaned in tighter, coming right beside his ear. I whispered quietly, “It
was easy. I promised him that you would be destroyed again. And
remember, I always keep my promises.” Before Crusher could understand my
words, I squeezed a little tighter then bent my knees. I sprang up and
side-suplexed him over, slamming his wide back onto the mat and falling on
him! Crusher arched his back in agony from the combination of the
powerful slam and my weight on him.
I
straddled him and grabbed his ears. Crusher was still in shock at my
actions, so I picked his head up and slammed the back of his head against the
mat repeatedly. I smashed his head five times until Crusher’s arms fell
limp at the sides. I slid down him and undid his long bootlaces to the
ankle. I wrapped the excess twine around his ankles, tying them tight.
I moved
off him and stood up. Crusher was groaning on the mat, writhing back and
forth, desperate to regain consciousness. I knew the bear was a long way
from beaten, so I started stomping him hard. After a few, he tried to
block my boots, but a few well-placed boots to his unguarded crotch ended
that. Crusher tried to stand, but realized in his daze that his feet were
bound. He tried to roll out of the ring and get away. I stopped
kicking him and grabbed his wrist, dragging him back. I held tight on his
wrist and laid his arm flat on the mat.
“Sorry,
Crusher, but I made a promise to Mangler … you have to be destroyed.
Wouldn’t want anyone to call me a liar!” With his arm stretched out on
the mat, I laid the boots to it. My boots were steel-toed and steel soled,
perfect for crushing muscles.
I kept
going, “You know Crusher, I had a lot of fun last time, but Mangler got most of
the joy. I had this planned even then. Mangler was on the lookout
for a double-cross from me, so I couldn’t destroy him last time, but I knew if
I went light on you that this day would come. Now Mangler’s mine in the
ropes and you’re mine on the mat. Everyone will know that the Punk reigns
supreme!”
I
stomped again and again. Crusher had leaned on his side and was pounding
on my calf. He was too dazed to put much into it, but his punches were
getting stronger. My calf seized up in a charley horse and I stumbled a
bit. Crusher tried to escape again, but I kicked to the side, planting a
boot to Crusher’s chest, flattening him again. With a moment’s respite, I
finished the job of crushing the bicep, my calf aching, but I ignored it.
Against any opponent you have to take advantage of your opportunities.
Crusher’s tough and would recover fast. I knew that I had to act fast!
I jumped
onto Crusher again, driving my knee into his stomach. I did a series of
fast knee drops, softening up my new toy. I even bounced off the ropes
splashing him with my full 200lbs! He was completely winded, but I did it
twice more, causing him to moan every time. I slid on top of him, he was
covered in sweat from beating Mangler and I from this little adventure. I
slid easily, running across his hairy chest and stopping when my package was
over his mouth and nose.
“Breathe
deep, Crusher, boy. That’s a jock I wore for weeks while I worked out …
smells nice, doesn’t it.” Under me, Crusher was coughing and
gagging. “Feels so good, eh, Crusher? Mmm, my hard cock on your
face … my punk-scent in your nose. Can you taste the smell? Is it
strong enough for you?”
Crusher
finally managed to throw me off him, shouting obscenities at me as he lay on
his side, ankles bound, left arm ruined and head throbbing from the pain of the
head slams. I reached forward to grab his bangs, but he leveled me with a
right to the gut! The guy still had power! He reached down,
desperate to untie his ankles, but the knot was way too tight and he didn’t
have enough time.
I
sauntered around him, still confident, and taunted him some more, “Come on, big
man! Is that all the game you’ve got? Where’s the mighty Crusher
you brag about? Looks like I was right about you, Jobber-Boy!” I
planted a boot into his back, right between the shoulder blades! I
reached down and seized his right wrist. Crusher tried to break free, but
I was landing boots fast and furious into his right bicep. The big muscle
was tough, but no muscle can stand up to steel, especially when I’m putting all
my power and weight behind it!
Crusher
tried to beat my leg again, but his left arm had no power behind it.
Within minutes, I had reduced him from a superstar that had conquered his
greatest foe to a helpless jobber on the mat. “Come on, Crusher, beg me
to stop … I might let you go if you do! Come on!”
He
refused, so I kept going. Next, I lifted his ankles in the air and laid
the boots to the back of his thighs. I figured I’d done enough, and I
moved his legs to the mat, spreading them at the knees. He had to bend
his legs as his ankles were still tied. I kicked the living crap out of
his inner thigh and calf. His legs were now aching. I reached into
my pocket and pulled out the pair of brass knuckles again. I started
punching into his inner thigh, right in the sweet spot. His hairy legs were
bruised and broken.
I went
to the corner and pulled off one of the tag ropes. I used it to lash
Crusher’s wrists together behind his back. I forced him onto his back, on
top of his arms, which further pulled at his shoulders. With Crusher’s
arms and legs immobilized, I could now take my time.
I
straddled my prize, planting my ass on his face. With his arms bound
under him, his abs were lifted in the air in the perfect position for a
claw. I wanted Crusher to leave Mangler’s barn knowing a true claw
workout. I carefully slid my fingers over his hairy muscled torso,
rubbing him almost sensually. I found the muscles, traced them, found the
spaces between and placed my fingers. I started in with a light claw,
pressing and working my fingers in deeper and deeper.
After a
moment, he started to thrash violently, the pain sinking in. My ass
muffled his screams, but he bucked wildly. Unfortunately for him, bound
as he was, he could do nothing. My fingers kept going deeper and getting
tighter, as his screams got louder and louder under me.
I kept
moving it, tightening it, until his entire stomach was quaking. My
fingers were slowly destroying him and all he could do was beg under my
ass. I could hear him begging, but I pretended I couldn’t.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I slapped his red, aching abs hard, causing
more bucking and writhing. I slid my fingers down onto his pecs.
Crusher’s pecs were big and round, perfect for my hands to workover. I
started again, cinching in the claw tighter and tighter.
“How’s
that feel, Crusher? Think your boys, Tango and Chancy, would like
this? Once I’m done with you, I’ll get you to invite them over and for a
match. I can always use another toy! Crusher, that’s what you are …
nothing but my toy! You should have learned in the motel room that I’m your
master!”
Crusher
had gone limp in the claw, only his screams telling me he was in agony.
He couldn’t lift his battered arms or legs and his abs were too weak to move
his body.
Despite
this, the fire inside Crusher still burned bright. He spat out, “Untie me
you little snake, fight me like a man! Come on, this isn’t wrestling!”
I slid
off him and turned around, looking into his eyes. “If you’re a real man,
Crusher, I think I’ll pass on the chance to be like you.” I pulled off my
belt and wrapped it around my right fist. I smacked Crusher’s face hard
with the metal buckle, sending him to the mat again. I undid my boots,
removing the laces and putting them in my pocket – you never know when boot
laces will come in handy!
I tried
to taunt Crusher some more, but he didn’t respond. I slid a hand inside
his trunks and started squeezing his balls. A tight ball claw makes
Crusher much more co-operative. I asked again, but Crusher was dazed from
exhaustion.
I
walked over to Mangler, who was still helpless in the ropes. I undid his
jeans and spread them wide, pulling out his cock and balls. I worked his
cock, eliciting a moan from him as he became hard. I tied his balls and
cock with one of my laces and left him hard.
I
dragged Crusher over to Mangler. I untied Crusher’s arms and pulled them
around Mangler, retying them around Mangler’s back. I forced Mangler’s
swollen cock into Crusher’s mouth and slapped Crusher’s ass.
I
untied his feet then yanked off his Superman trunks. I spread his legs
and positioned myself behind Crusher. Mangler was now wide awake and
watching me, cock at Crusher’s ass, Crusher’s mouth on his cock.
Mangler
just stared at me with hate in his eyes. I smirked and he said, “Fuck
you, you little snake. You made a big mistake, double-crossing me. You’re
going to regret this!”
I
laughed, leaned over Crusher and wagged a finger in his face, “Au contraire,
mon ami, I didn’t double-cross you or Crusher today. I promised each of
you that the other would be demolished. And true to my word, you both are.
But as much fun as it was seeing you taken down a peg, Mangler, it’s Crusher I
really love to crush, pardon the pun. This big muscle bear is exactly the
type of guy I love to humiliate again and again.”
I
slapped the back of Crusher’s head and he stirred. He was shocked to wake
up and find himself impaled on Mangler’s steel rod. Crusher tried to
speak, but couldn’t. I said, “Relax Crusher, I don’t want you
choking! Guess what, Crushed? I’m going to fuck your ass and at the
same time you’re going to suck Mangler’s cock!”
I slid
inside the tight ass. “Mmm, Crusher, I do love your tight ass! Why
it’s almost like I’m the only one who’s been inside!” I laughed, knowing
that only a few men had ever been inside Crusher. He was tight as a
virgin, just the way I like them.
As I
slid back and forth, his mouth moved back and forth on Mangler. My
fucking was forcing him to jerk Mangler off. Mangler was moaning as his
cock was worked. I sped up, pleasing myself immensely … fucking Crusher’s
ass, listening to him whimper and staring at Mangler, the former king of
wrestling, helpless in the ropes being jerked off against his will.
Mangler
lost control and started going with it. It wasn’t his choice, but being
sucked off by Crusher, a fine hairy bear, was not too big a punishment.
He started bucking his hips, moving against my thrusts to increase his
pleasure. Impaled between us, Crusher could do nothing. His body
was wracked with pain and he was powerless.
I
slapped his back throughout the whole thing, “Oh yeah Crusher, tighten that
ass, use that tongue! Work it, boy! Make men happy! Man, this
is what you were born to do, my boy! Suck that dick of Mangler’s, boy!”
Mangler
and I fucked Crusher for a long time before cumming, me first, then Mangler
mere seconds after. I pulled out and untied Crusher, dragging him across
the ring. He was naked and double fucked, but untied.
Unfortunately, the beating had taken its toll. He just lay face down in
the middle of the ring. I reached under his arm pits and dragged him to
the ropes beside Mangler. I hung him up and the two wrestle kings looked
so cute beside each other.
Crusher
still had some of Mangler’s cum dripping down his mouth. I wiped it off
and slid my finger into Crusher’s mouth. I slid a hand over his balls,
squeezed and said, “Lick, boy.” Crusher did lick my finger clean, lapping
up Mangler’s cum to avoid a ball bashing.
“Now
for the piece-de-resistance. You have a pair of Crusher’s briefs on your
wall. Well, as usual, Mangler, I’m going to do you one better. I’m
going to hang those fancy trunks of his on my wall.”
I
focused on the helpless Mangler. I rubbed his abs, then moved down and
rubbed his aching crotch, tied and exposed for me. I rubbed his cock and
balls, they were extra-sensitive since he had just cum so forcefully. It
was perfect. He stirred, moving his hips away from me, but refused to
open his eyes.
I could
tell he was trying to maintain some control. I leaned in close and
whispered, “I’m gonna claw your abs and balls until you go insane,
Mangler. I’m gonna have you begging for mercy, you dirty bastard.
You never should have introduced me to two-on-one. Now I can’t get
enough. Of course, this is more of a one-on-two, eh?”
I dug
my right hand fingers into Mangler’s balls, causing him to open his eyes as he
screamed. I reached over with my left hand and clawed Crusher’s
balls. He, too, woke up screaming.
Crusher
couldn’t even lift his arms off the ropes, much less fight back. My most
powerful claw was rendering him helpless. I kept working my claws in
deeper and tighter. Both men were screaming and wailing, but Mangler’s
barn was so far from everything that no one but we three could hear it.
I
screamed at my helpless victims, “Admit that I’m the Champ, Losers! Admit
it or I’ll tear you both apart! Come on losers! Admit it!”
Mangler
and Crusher finally cracked, saying in unison, "I give! You're the
Champ! Oh God! You're the Champ!" I released the claw
and stood triumphant in the ring. I reached down and rubbed their tender
balls as they hung devastated and destroyed in the ropes.
I
pulled Crusher off the ropes and dragged him on the mat across the ring.
I knelt beside him and slapped his face. He didn’t stir. I
slithered over Crusher's body, letting him again breathe in my smelly jock then
over to Mangler. I knelt before him and rubbed my hands up and down his
pain-riddled physique. “How you doing, old man?”
“What
do you want?”
“Just
checking on you. I want to thank you for another fun day, Mangler.
By the way, I’m not only taking Crusher’s trunks, but I’m taking his briefs
too. If you want them back, come get them, old man.” I patted his
head and slithered back to Crusher.
I
slithered over Crusher’s nude, prone body. I grabbed Crusher by the
wrists and dragged him to the ropes opposite Mangler. I propped him up
and tied him securely.
I took
my last bit of rope and ran it around Crusher’s waist, wrapping it around his
cock loosely. I worked Crusher’s cock until it was hard, the lace tightening
around it and constricting it. I leaned in and kissed Crusher hard on the
lips, tasting a little of Mangler’s cum. Crusher woke up and tried to get
at me, but the ring ropes were bound around his arms tightly.
He
looked down, and I think was happy to see his furry body still covered.
He noticed how his cock was tied up. I lifted his head and said,
“Crusher, I’m not going to shave you, don’t worry. That’s for fiction –
it takes too long and I wouldn’t want people to think I’m copying my own stories.
No, but I am going to make you cum. I know what you like, Crusher … I
could tell from your stories.”
Crusher
said, “What are you talking about?”
WHAM!
I threw a fist into the underside of Crusher’s big cock. He nearly lost
it, so I hit him again. I pounded the crap out of his cock. He
cried out, but I knew his cock could take it. Unknown to Crusher, I had
asked around about him. I knew he had one tough cock.
I
punched the base of his cock over and over, until his cock started to
throb. Crusher was in a combination of pain and ecstasy … I was literally
beating the cum right out of him. His cock was reeling from the abuse,
but his whole body started to shudder. As he hung helplessly in the
ropes, his breathing became shallow and I knew I was close.
I
picked up my pace and after another round, Crusher couldn’t hold back, a giant
stream of cum shot into the air. I punched again and another load came
out. I kept hitting as more and more cum came flying out of his enormous
cock like a fountain. Crusher’s head hung down, partly from pain, partly
from exhaustion, but mostly from humiliation at having cum at my fist.
When he
was drained dry, I finally wiped my cum-soaked fist off on Crusher’s mustache,
leaving him and Mangler to stare at each other until help arrived.
I
grabbed the briefs from the wall of the barn and the red trunks with the
Superman ‘S’ on them. Both would make a nice addition to my mat
room. “I think I’ll frame these, with a plaque under them.
Crusher’s Ultimate Defeat, 1 and 2.”
I stood
in the ring arms raised, with both of those fools bound and beaten. I
proudly held Crusher’s trunks in the air, then I rubbed them into Mangler’s
face, letting him smell Crusher’s musky crotch. I rubbed them into
Crusher’s face, too, just to make sure each of them felt sufficiently
humiliated. Both of them were destroyed and I had kept my word to both
men. I wasn’t worried about retribution, as both would be hurting for
quite a while. On my way out of the barn, Mangler's buddy that I had met
the first time was arriving. I had called him when Mangler was being
destroyed and told him that his services were required at Mangler's barn.
I left
him licking his lips. I assume that he freed those losers, but based on
Crusher’s story, I’m not sure. See, he was the hotel clerk the night
Crusher came back in his pink bikini. I think he had some plans for
Crusher before he freed anyone, but Crusher will have to clear that little
detail up.
I
strutted out of there, King of the World, taking the trunks as a souvenir and
made my way home. The drive was long, eight hours, but I was so pumped
that I made it the whole way and never felt tired.
*****
So that's what happened. I bet some of you are cursing right now, thinking that because I wrote the story, I was the one who got squashed. Shame on all of you for doubting the Cocky Punk!
Like I
said at the beginning, I always keep my word and I did. Both guys got
what they wanted – the other guy destroyed. Let this be a lesson to
everyone, especially you Peanut, NEVER, EVER mess with the Punk!
HA! See you around, guys!
Mangler
– looks like I’m one set of trunks up on you, old-timer. Take my advice
and stick to wrestling the senior set. Your day is done. And
Crusher, next time I need a new pair of your trunks, I’ll give you a rematch!
THE
END!
Oh snap. No wonder Crusher's stories are so good. He's got such humiliating experiences.
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