Tag Team Challenge

 

 

  

TAG-TEAM CHALLENGE

by

The Buffalo Bulldog

               It was a warm, and early summer morning when Mike was working on the New York State I-90, paving stretches of the highway. He enjoyed his job for many reasons among them was because he loved working outdoors in the hot summer sun, tanning his already dark Italian skin. Mike loved working without his shirt and was not ashamed to show off his 230 lb. muscle frame of 6’-2”, 51” chest, 32” waist, and 20” arms.

 

         Mike worked out every day at The Rochester Fitness Center after a hard day at work and he loved it. Heads would turn at the gym whenever Mike walked in. Maybe it was because of his dark good looks, piercing eyes, and black mustache with goatee, which also gave him a very stern, intimidating look. Mike likes sports as most guys do but his favorite is wrestling. He used to wrestle in High School winning every match. He loved to win and hated to lose. At any rate, he was in the mood for a good fight and thought about getting into tag-team action but he needed a tag-team partner.

          On Sunday morning, Mike didn’t have to recover nearly as much as the punk that tried to beat him in a fight. The 175lb punk received two cracked ribs, and some internal injuries from the gut pounding Mike dished out. The smaller dude was carried out of the bar unconscious and it was very clear that this guy had the rest of the weekend to recover from his injuries.  Whether he was hospitalized or not, nobody knew but Mike didn’t care. Then about 10:00AM Monday morning, Mike laid eyes on him and he immediately knew this guy had to be his tag-team partner. He was a big, very muscular man, 6’-1”, 220lbs, 50” chest, 32” waist, and 18” arms, definitely the bodybuilder type. Mike was soon introduced to the new road worker and learned his name is Dave. When they looked at each other, there was a momentary, mutual stare down between them, definitely a strong attraction but neither wanted to display it publicly. Mike knew Dave’s stare back at him was a male bonding challenge as they shook hands firmly.

    Each man was thinking to himself, “I’m TOP Man here..”, and that’s exactly what each man had in his mind. This drove Mike nuts because he wanted this bodybuilder real bad! Dave, like Mike, also had dark good looks. Dave also had a mustache, goatee, dark brown eyes, hair, and a medium dark complexion. Mike noticed Dave must spend a lot of time in the sun when he removed his shirt at work. Dave reminded Mike of a Bulldog based on his muscular, solid build. Mike also couldn’t help but notice Dave’s big bulge in his tight, faded, oily, and soiled jeans. It looked as if at least 6” soft compared to Mike’s mutual 6” soft. Dave too took notice of Mike’s body and big bulge. Mike was wearing tight, faded, jeans as Dave, dirty and grimy with a little oil mixed in. Mike hung on the left as Dave noticed and bulged on the right down his leg a little but it didn’t seem to bother him. He was proud of it.

          While a stretch of the I-90 was being prepared for some patch work, Mike had the opportunity to talk to Dave and start some small talk. Then in the middle of it, Mike said, “Looks like you work out a lot.”

 “Yea, I do, about five days a week.”, replied Dave. Dave asked, “I’m new to the Rochester area. Know any gyms I can get a good workout at?” These words sounded like an invitation to Mike, so Mike thought to himself that this guy has just opened himself up to be his workout partner.

    So, Mike immediately replied, “Yea, my gym The Rochester Fitness Center is good. It’s got everything from free weights, nautilus, to steam rooms.”

     Dave replied, “Sounds good.”

     “You looking for a workout partner?”, asked Mike.

    “Maybe.”, replied Dave as he stared Mike square in the eyes.

    Mike said, “Tonight after work.”, which was more of a demand than a question.

    “You got it!”, snapped Dave. Both agreed to meet at the gym at 6:00PM as Mike gave Dave the address to the gym.

          Mike showed first, signed in and just as he was finished signing in, Dave walked in. “Hey partner, ready to show me around your gym?”, said Dave in a cocky tone of voice.

Mike replied, “I’m ready to show you around all right. I’ll show you what a workout really is. Let’s see how much you can take!”

“More than you!”, snapped Dave.

 

“Yea, Yea..”, Mike answered back. After Dave signed in and paid his gym fee, the gym instructor introduced Dave to the weight and aerobic equipment, nothing much different than any other gym. The gym instructor was well built man, at 5’-10”, 180 lb. of solid muscle with short dark blond hair. After the gym introduction, both men got ready in the locker room. Mike came out wearing a tight bright red tank top with red spandex gym shorts, much like bike shorts.  

          It was clear that Mike was wearing a jockstrap underneath his spandex shorts due to the jock lines bulging around his butt and the top of his legs. He still showed a big basket despite the jockstrap he was wearing. Dave’s gym gear consisted of a tank top as well but his was blue and his gym shorts were red with a blue stripe running down each side. Both men started off with some aerobics, running on the treadmill for about 10 to 15 minutes to warm up and loosen their muscles. This also worked up some sweat on both men before the weight lifting portion of their workout.

As Mike and Dave walked to the bench press to start off the workout, Mike insisted that Dave start first, so Dave went for it. Dave started off benching 180lbs. at eight reps. with very little problem. Then he added another 40lbs. up to 220 lbs. and did another eight reps. with a little help from Mike spotting on the last rep.

“Not bad. Let’s see you add another 40.”, said Mike. As Dave worked much harder to complete his reps, Mike barked encouragements to him to complete them as he steadied the bar. When it was Mike’s turn, he did about the same weight, sets, and reps, but his last set was about 15lbs. more at 275lbs compared to Dave’s 260lbs of bench pressing.

As their workout continued, Mike commented to Dave on his strength, endurance, and said, “You look like you’ve done some wrestling before or that you’d be a good wrestler. Done any wrestling?”

Dave was somewhat surprised that Mike asked this particular question right out of the blue but told Mike that he had done some wrestling in the past, mostly in school.

“Yea, I’ve done some wrestling too in school. Have never been defeated to this day and never will be.”, claimed Mike.

“You sound like you’re really sure of yourself big guy. You never know, for every bully there’s always a bigger bully.”, Dave interjected.

 “Are you calling me a bully?”, Mike asked aggressively. 

“No, but my point is don’t be over confident. Sometime, somewhere, you may meet your match big guy. Isn’t that what wrestlers look for, someone to defeat them? Oh yea, you love the winning streaks, but down deep inside you dread and almost want to get beat.”

 “Bullshit! I’m undefeated, and will stay that way!”, Mike roared with a look of intensity at Dave. Mike continued on saying, “I’m looking for a tag-team partner. What do ya say?”

Dave looked like he gave it some thought and replied, “I don’t think so. I heard you’ve given your tag-team partners trouble as a result of your aggressive tactics in the ring.

“How do you know about this?”, asked Mike.

“I’ve seen you wrestle at the Bulldog Lil’s leather bar. At first, it didn’t click who you reminded me of but I remember now.”, replied Dave. Dave continued to say, “The last tag-team partner you had, you turned on him for losing the tag-team match. You busted him up pretty bad for no apparent reason and you want me to wrestle with you? No way!”.

“You know what I think?”, snapped Mike. “I think you’re a yellow belly son-of-a-bitch, that’s what I think.”

 

As Dave looked into Mike’s eyes he said, “I’m not afraid of anybody, least of all you! I could not only beat your big sorry ego and ass but after I beat you, own you as my very own slave-boy too!”

Mike challenged, “Fuck you, you little bastard! When I kick your little ass, you’ll be glad to be my tag-team partner, least of all my opponent! How about it boy?”.

It seemed like one could cut the testosterone level in this small corner of the gym with a knife when Dave replied, “I’ll be glad to own you big guy, let’s do it!”

Mike said, “My place this Saturday afternoon, 2:00PM.”. With that, both nodded finished their workout, and went their separate ways.

          It seemed like Saturday was taking forever to come for the two men even though they had seen each other all week at the gym and work. Neither had the time or maybe on purpose didn’t have or think about sex all week but Mike at least always knew he fought best when he was holding back. Dave was sure he had a chance of beating Mike based on his own quickness more so than strength, although he has a very strong in the muscle department too. Dave didn’t think to ask but Mike had his own wrestling ring in his home. He kept it in the basement which was plenty large enough to use. Mike’s house was large, so it had a lot of floor space available in the basement. A tall basement ceiling also provided plenty of space about 12’, so Mike could lift his opponents over his head for body slams, torture racks, and other devastating holds.

          Dave showed at Mike’s door about 1:30PM and rang to doorbell. “You’re early partner. Just as well. You’ll need time to change into your gear, so I can whip your ass.”, Mike snarled.

“Yea, yea, let’s see what ya got big guy!”, Dave replied. Mike showed Dave where the basement was and to the bedroom where he could change. After Mike told Dave to come down when he was ready, he continued down to the basement to change into his gear. Mike put on a pair of black spandex wrestling trunks, tall black wrestling boots, and a leather, spiked arm band on each arm, which intensified his bulging biceps.

          Soon, Dave came downstairs to the basement wearing fluorescent red spandex trunks that no doubt, showed off his large basket. His black boots were about 3/4 up to his knees, black kneepads, and he also wore a black leather arm band on his right arm. “Ready to be my Slaveboy, big guy?!”, Dave snapped.

Mike in a harsh tone of voice replied, “I think it’s more like, are you ready for the beating of your life, partner?”.

Both men jumped into the ring and immediately met in the center face to face, nose to nose like two bulls ready to plow into each other without mercy. Dave shoved first with Mike retaliating with the same gesture. They circled each other near the ring center, taking swings and nearly locking up. When they did lock up, Dave applied a headlock on Mike. It was one of the strongest headlocks Mike had experienced and he could tell it wasn’t going to be easy getting out of this one. As Dave had Mike locked up, he said, “What’s the matter, not so tough?”, as he paraded him around the ring. “Too bad we’re alone. An audience with your fans would be great to show you off too.”. Mike said nothing but while in the hold, he was able to elbow Dave’s abs. The force of the blow caused Dave to release the headlock. Both men went back circling each other, waiting for the opportunity to lock up again.

          Dave held his hands up challenging Mike to a test of strength, which Mike could not refuse. Each man locked hands with the other and began to apply pressure. Even with Dave’s muscular strength, he was beginning to shake from the arms down trying to gain control of Mike but Mike was much too strong for him as he began to push Dave down buckling his legs underneath him. Dave spread his legs to try to keep some leverage, but he knew he was going down and could not let that happen. So, in desperation, Dave pushed himself closer into Mike and rammed his knee in Mike’s balls breaking the test of strength and buying himself some time to recover.

Using his speed advantage, Dave ran into the ropes, bounced off, and rebounded with a clothesline across Mike’s throat, knocking him down on the mat nearly out cold. “Yeah!”, Dave shouted and immediately dropped an elbow smash down on Mike’s lower chest. Dave then lifted Mike’s motionless legs up and stomped the heal of his boot into Mike’s lower abs bending him over from the intense pain. Dave seemed to enjoy the look of pain on Mike’s face as he held his hands over his lower gut. Before Mike could recover, Dave pushed him on his back, lifted and spread his legs again but this time turned him over into a Boston-crab.

“AAAAaaa, you fuck’n bastard! I’m going to get you for this!”, Mike screamed, as his lower back felt like it was ready to snap.

“Give it up!”, ordered Dave.

 “No fuckin’ way!”,

Mike snapped. Mike took the punishment of the crab for two, maybe three minutes but the time seemed longer to him but he’d had enough. Mike had been in tougher situations before but he realized now that he underestimated Dave’s wrestling skills. So, using his powerful upper body, chest, and arms, he pushed himself up like he was doing pushups as hard as he could. The force, caused Dave to lose enough of his footing to throw him off balance, off Mike’s body, and into the ring corner, knocking his back into the ring post. The power of Mike’s throw and back pain in Dave’s back from the ring post stunned Dave momentarily, long enough for Mike to get onto his feet again.

          A very pissed-off Mike went for a body splash in the ring corner, connected hard into Dave’s body, knocking the wind out of him. Mike quickly grabbed Dave’s trunks at the waistline, pulled him toward him and punched Dave hard underneath the belly button, bending him over. Mike then lifted Dave up by the hair on his head and while noting the dazed look on Dave’s eyes said, “Now the fun begins Asshole! It’s your turn now because your fucking luck's just ran out!”.

After his threatening statement, Mike rammed his knee into Dave’s abs folding him over. Before Dave could catch his breath, Mike shoved hard him up into the ring corner, following him with his muscular body weight, nearly capsizing every bone in his body. At least that’s what it felt like to Dave. Mike got in his face saying, “You think you’re a tough guy, don’t ya? Let’s see what you can take!”. Immediately, Dave felt Mike’s fist nearly going through his relaxed stomach muscles, crushing his intestines into his backbone. Mike pushed himself closer into Dave’s face and body, as he enjoyed punishing his opponent, especially watching the pain on Dave’s face as he pounded his fists into Dave’s body.

          Dave slumped down in the corner; Mike stomped on his lower gut for extra humiliation. As Dave was folded over in extreme pain, Mike kicked him in the lower back for good measure. After watching Dave twitch in pain for a few seconds, Mike pulled him up by the head and trunks and threw him into the ropes, rebounded and Dave felt like he was nearly decapitated when Mike’s clothesline hit him. While on his back, Dave could barely open his eyes after almost nearly sent to unconsciousness. At the same time, Mike jumped up as high as he could, coming down on Dave’s abs. It was too late to tighten them, Mike’s boots landed squarely above and below Dave’s belly button.

“AAAAaaaaaahhh”, Dave screamed as Mike’s boots buried deep into his gut, as Mike took his time jumping off Dave’s belly, causing him to quiver bending over in pain, moaning. Mike knew that when he had a man hurt in one area to keep working on it.

“I’m sorry about the belly ache asshole! I’ll give you something else to remember.”, Mike said sarcastically. With that, Mike pulled Dave up on his feet, locked his right arm behind him, and after applying what looked like the start of a bearhug, picked Dave up over his head and slammed him to the mat as hard as he could. Dave’s body convulsed in pain. He had no idea what hurt the most, his back or gut.

          At this point, Mike slowly took his time walking around Dave surveying the damage. Mike then stood at Dave’s feet, picked up his legs spreading them wide, ordering him to give up.

Even though Dave was almost out of it, his pride got in the way as he looked up at his opponent Mike saying, “No way, man! Fuck off!”.

This pissed off Mike all the more and he immediately slammed his boot into Dave’s large bulge. The bright red spandex offered little protection from Mike’s kick in the balls, so Dave ended up curled over in the center of the ring. Mike was so pissed off from Dave’s sarcastic remarks and refusing to give, that he didn’t feel a bit sorry for smashing Dave’s balls.

“You know boy, you take a beating real well. It’s too bad you’re asking to be destroyed!”, Mike snarled. Watching Dave and the sight of his sweaty, beaten body was getting Mike hot but he had no time to take care of that now. He had to beat Dave and do it quick without too much injury to him in order to use him as his partner later. The thought of being Dave’s slave boy turned Mike off and no way was he going to allow that to happen.

          Dave just laid on his side until Mike pulled him up by the hair and shoved him in the corner. With Dave trapped in the corner and his arms over the top ropes, Mike got in his face holding his head up with their bodies so close that each man could feel the other’s sweat and body heat. At the same time, Mike sucker punched Dave dead center in the belly button.

“AAAaaahhh..”, Dave barely let out his yell as he felt Mike’s fist slam deep into his belly as he slid down the ring corner but Mike lifted him up and held him for more humiliation and punishment. Dave couldn’t even talk at this point but Mike held him up saying,

“Ready to be mine partner?!”, as he stared in Dave’s dazed eyes. The body contact was turning Mike on big time but this was proving more dangerous to Dave considering how aggressive Mike was getting. Mike ran from Dave’s corner to the opposite and back to Dave, splashing their bodies together in the corner. Dave was nearly out but Mike didn’t care as long as he completely dominated and beat his man. He grabbed Dave under the crotch, hurled him over his head, and slammed him in the middle of the ring.

          Dave’s abs were already red from the beating he had been taking and while he laid in the middle of the ring on his back, semi-conscious, Mike kicked his legs apart, spreading them and dropped himself, sitting on Dave’s crotch area with both crotches touching. After all this punishment, Dave’s bulge was getting larger. Feeling Dave’s crotch against his, turned Mike on more but it wasn’t just a sexual man to man thing, it was a power trip for Mike, dominating his potentially new partner both physically and sexually.

“You know what you need buddy? A good belly-claw to finish you off!”, growled Mike. At that moment, Mike grabbed Dave’s lower abdominal muscles just below the belly button, crushing and twisting.

“AAaaahhhhh..”, as Dave barely got out when Mike was digging in deep. Dave’s belly tightened his face grimaced when Mike’s other hand slammed into his middle ab wall at the belly button, so he was crushing Dave’s lower and middle gut at the same time but he was offering little resistance by this time, except groans of pain. Even with all this punishment, both men’s crotches were semi-hard from the man to man challenge between them as their crotches touched during the fight. Mike was determined to get a submission out of Dave or take him completely out. Dave was equally determined not to give up but his pride was still in the way, hanging on to the end if necessary. Mike shifted the claw to both hands in the middle abs and as Mike started to get up, he lifted Dave up off the mat by his abdominals with Dave screaming, “AAAGGGHH!..”.

As Mike’s legs straddled Dave’s right leg, he lifted Dave up so their crotches touched a couple of times. He then slammed Dave back down to the mat still in the belly claw with Mike’s big hands driving deeper in his guts. This was it, Dave felt himself going out and he knew it, so he muttered his submission but it was barely audible. Mike taunted him saying, “What’s that?! You what?!”.

Dave could barely repeat, “I give.. I give..”. When Dave’s body started shaking from the shock of the punishment, Mike finally release the hold. A beaten, defeated, Dave just laid there in the center of the ring.

          As both men were sweating from their fight, Mike set on Dave’s crotch, facing him, posing and flexing his 20” arms. It felt good to Mike, rubbing his hardon on his defeated opponent as both men had pre-cum showing in their trunks, mixed with the sweat. 

“Yeah!!”, Mike yelled in victory. Mike lifted his defeated opponent up by the hair and pushed him into the ring ropes pressing their bodies together chest to chest. As Mike held Dave up against the ropes, he said, “How’s it feel to be mine partner?  I gotta hand it to ya, you fought like a man. Most men wouldn’t have taken half the punishment from me. Now it’s time to take your loss like one so I can make a tag-team winner out of both of us.” So, Mike picked Dave up in a firemen’s carry and carried him out of the ring.