Mark vs
Scott
(or Scott
gets squashed)
by
Ozchest
Mark and Scott were both experienced wrestlers and
friends. They had not fought each other before so this was to be their first
match.
Scott was about 5 10, with an athletic build, well defined body. He was not generally over muscled except he did have stand out pecs (with large dark nipples) that looked as if they had been carved from stone and then laid on his ribcage so well defined were they. He also had massive forearms that he used like clubs. Scott fought in a bright red jock strap that clung to his body highlighting his large penis and testicles.
Mark was 6 inches taller than Scott and 30kg heavier
- all of it muscle. He had a build like a body builder but more athletic. He
was fair in coloring. He had bulging muscles, much larger arms and chest than
his friend. He also had large dark nipples that were permanently hard.
The two men enter the ring.
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Scott felt loose. He had been waiting for this
challenge for a long time. He had beaten all opponents he had encountered in
the wrestling tournaments and had hardly been hurt. He had watched Mark in
wrestling bouts. Mark was impressive, he had beaten many wrestlers bigger than
himself, usually clotheslining them with his steel forearms and pounding their
chests with thunderbolt forearm jolts. However, Scott was sure he could beat
the man, he was sure that Mark's body could not withstand the brutalization
Scott could bestow upon it. Scott sensed that Mark was his as he entered the ring.
Scott rushed Mark and the two men became embroiled in
a clench. Scott wrenched Mark into a headlock, twisting his arm he tightened
the hold. Mark was struggling to free himself, Scott throat knifed Mark with
his support hand. Mark flew to the ropes gasping. Scott moved in, Mark darted
underneath the aggressor and turning hit Scott in the back of his head with a
forearm thunderbolt. Scott was dazed and staggered on his feet. Mark clubbed
Scott across his chest. Scott fell backwards landing heavily on his back
momentarily dazed.
Beat that chest
Mark climbed the top rope to deliver a flying forearm
drop. Midair Scott moved, but not enough Mark landed heavily on Scott's deep
muscled chest winding Scott and forcing his body to bounce from the canvass.
Mark grabbed Scott's hair and raised him to a sitting position. Mark stood
behind the muscled man and with Mark's knee in Scott's back jerked his head
back. Scott's body was forced to arch back opening his expansive chest wide.
Mark raised his forearm and smashed it down across Scott's pectoral mass. Again,
and again Mark smashed Scott's body. Finally, Mark let go of his grip on
Scott's hair. The muscled form slumped to the canvass groaning in pain lying
prone on his back.
Mark climbed the top rope, leapt in the air and
landed a devastating knee drop on Scott's chest. Scott groaned loudly as his
body recoiled like a grotesque doll and then lay still. Mark looked down at the
prone body at his feet, glistening with sweat, Scott's muscled torso unable to
help him now, his taut nipples rising and falling with his heaving chest.
Mark stood behind Scott. Mark clenched his hands and
then dropped to his knees driving his fist into Scott's throat as he did. Scott
clutched his throat and rolled to his left side gagging as he did. Mark grabbed
Scott's right arm and dragged it up and back behind Scott's head. Mark held
Scott's body in position on its side with his right knee. Scott was bound up
this way and could not move. The right side of his chest was stretched by the
maneuver and his dark tit was wide open for some power tit punching. Mark did
not wish to disappoint. Holding Scott's right arm with his left hand Mark
bashed Scott in the right side of his chest again and again. Each blow
centering on Scott's dark ruby red nipple. Scott writhed in agony as his friend
worked his body. Mark's fist made a satisfying smack as it made contact with
Scott's bright nipple. Mark dealt blow after blow on his friend. In a frenzy he
hit the man's tit again and again and again and again. Scott was beyond
screaming. He was delirious in a sea of pain and burning bliss. Mark let go of
Scott, who now unsupported rolled to his back struggling to regain control as
he lay there spinning out with the pain.
Mark climbed the top rope to finish Scott with a
flying elbow drop. Scott struggling for energy saw it coming but could not
move. Mark landed heavily on his friend badly winding him.
Scott gets beaten some more
Mark dragged Scott to his feet and punched Scott
heavily in his lower abdomen. Scott reeled. Mark whipped Scott into the
turnbuckle. His body bounced off the post like a ball and landing in a kneeling
position mid ring at the feet of Mark.
Mark yanked Scott's head back by the hair and then
circled behind him. Holding Scott's head back further. Mark raised his clenched
fist and smashed it down across Scott's throat. Scott made a gagging sound but
could not collapse back because Mark kept his grip. Mark dragged Scott to his
feet and grabbing Scott around the waist raised him up and smashed the
challenger's body across his knee in a knee backbreaker. Scott writhed, his
back arching as he felt the pain sweep over him. Mark held Scott in position
across his knee and pushed down on his throat with one hand and his abdomen
with the other. Scott groaned with the pain as his body was forced to arch
across Marks knee. Scott's body glistened with sweat as Mark kept the pressure
on. Mark clenched his fist and smashed it into Scott's sternum. Scott convulsed
in pain his upper body twitching upwards and back with the fiery pain. Mark
threw Scott to the ground and stood up.
Beat that body
Mark moved in again, raising Scott to his feet by his
throat. Mark scooped Scott up and smashed him down on the canvass in a patented
back slam. He dragged Scott to his feet by his hair. Mark entwined Scott's arms
in the ropes. Scott was slumped against the ropes his head hanging loose. Only
his arms caught in the ropes keeping him from the floor. Scott could feel he
was in serious trouble. His body was ablaze with pain. His energy was being
sapped by the brutal onslaught to his physique. Mark sensed this also and
looked at the battered body on the ropes, he almost drooled at the thought of
pounding the challenger's body more, his cock semi hard between his legs
Mark left the ring and moved behind Scott. Reaching
into the ring over the ropes he grabbed Scott's hair and dragged his head back.
Scott was stretched back against the ropes as far as he could go without his
feet losing contact. His chest was wide open. His pectoral muscles almost torn
by his arms caught in the ropes and the pressure on his chest area from his
head being held back. His genitals pushed forward glistening with the sweat
that was saturating his body. Mark clenched his free hand, raised it above
Scott's helpless chest and slammed it down across the sternum beneath him.
Scott groaned. Mark pounded his friend's chest again. Sweat splashed aside at
the blow. Mark yanked Scott's head further back, the beaten man's feet left the
ground, his body stretched across the ropes, defenseless. Mark looked at
Scott's glistening body, the muscles taught across the ribcage. The sense of
power Mark felt at having this man in his complete control made him shudder. He
pounded Scott's splayed chest again and again and again. Scott groaned with
each blow, his body making a dull resonant thud with each brutal impact.
Mark released Scott's head and jumped the ropes
entering the ring. Scott slumped semi-conscious still held by the ropes. Mark
grabbed Scott's head and stretched him back again. Scott felt wave upon wave of
pain and heat overwhelm him. His body had never been subjected to such brutal
punishment before. He felt his cock and balls hanging between his legs weighing
heavily against the red cloth of his jock strap.
Beat that chest again
Mark drove his clenched fist into Scott's left pec.
Connecting on the large dark nipple. Again, and again Mark hit Scott's
stretched pec on and around the nipple. Mark reached back, his arm stretched
back as far as it could for maximum wind up, he power punched the challenger's
tit and again. Scott screamed with each blow, the area around his nipple
becoming redder and redder and more afire with the heat of pain with each
devastating blow.
Mark changed sides and started to drive his powerful
fist into the right side of Scott's muscular chest. Each blow reverberated in
Scott's chest cavity. Scott groaned with each connection unable to free himself
from his confinement.
Mark moved to the front of the body in the ropes
pushing Scott's head back, he again forced Scott's body to stretch back arching
his body in complete submission across the ropes. In this position Mark pounded
more blows to Scott's sternum each one driving hard into the bony area between
Scott's granite pectoral muscles. After twenty blows to Scott's sternum, Mark
again smashed and smashed his fist into Scott's large nipples. Each blow making
a satisfying dull thud. Scott groaned with each impact. Mark opened his hand
and slapped Scott's massive pecs. Each whack making the body redder and the man
more helpless. His chest was afire with pain. He had no energy left and was
defenseless as Mark continued to beat his upper body relentlessly. The waves of
pain mingled with hot ecstasy as Scott began to enjoy his own destruction at
the all-powerful hands of Mark.
Mark reached down to Scott's red jock strap and
pulled it forward. Scott's body slumped out from the ropes, his head lolling
backwards and his washboard stomach exposed. The jockstrap stretched out from
Scott's body and looking down Mark could see Scott's flaccid, but still
massive, cock looking up at him almost begging to release its owner. Mark
ignored the pleading cock and punched the body in the stomach.
Scott gasping leant forward; his body almost totally
windless. Mark pulled the head back again exposing the man's throat.
Maintaining his grip on Scott's head, Mark chopped Scott's throat mercilessly
again and again, each chop making a satisfying fleshy thwack sound. Mark knew that
Scott's beautiful body was now his to brutalize as he wished. His penis jumped
at this thought hardening more at the impending final besting.
Mark released Scott from the ropes. The man slumped
forward into Mark's arms Mark stooped down closing his grip behind Scott's
lower back and lifted him high crushing his body in his grip. Mark could feel
Scott's soft genitals against his own body. Scott was splayed backwards, his
arms hanging down, no energy left to drive them. His massive forearms would not
save him this time.
Scott's chest was stretched back at Mark's eyelevel.
Mark able to stare with satisfaction at the work he had done on Scott's well
muscled body and dark, now red, almost bleeding nipples and red raw chest.
Scott convulsed sporadically, his muscled chest tensing and bringing his arms
foreword in a disconnected spasm. Mark increased the pressure on Scott's lower
back until the man's spine was almost at breaking point.
Mark wanted the win badly now. He let go of his
friend's body. It fell to the canvass with a satisfying lifeless splat. Scott
lay on his back he was still conscious but unable to move except for an
occasional spasm in response to the pain which flowed through his brutalized
body. He had never been so thoroughly worked over before; he had never known
such pain. Mark knelt behind Scott and raised his hands clenched high above his
head, poised to admire the chest he was about to crush and then violently moved
his hands down in a double power punch across the spread-eagled form before
him. Scott's muscular chest compressed beneath the blow, he gasped as the blow
forced the air from his lungs, his body bounced on the canvass his upper body
convulsed upwards with pain. He lay almost motionless except for an occasional
twitch as he flitted between unconsciousness and pain induced delirium.
Mark grabbed Scott's hair and yanked him to a sitting
position. Holding the challenger slightly forward Mark drove his knee into
Scott's back. Scott groaned and arched his back in pain. Mark dragged the man
to a standing positing and holding Scott's arm outstretched pulled him forward
at the same time driving his clenched fist into Scott's throat. Scott gagged
grabbing his throat and convulsed to the floor, lying flat on his back.
Mark climbed to the top rope of the ring and leapt
forward, his elbow pounding down across Scott's well-defined pectorals. Mark
repeated the move this time landing on his victim's throat. Scott bounced with
the impact landing strewn on the canvass, half on his side totally incapable of
defense. His genitals dragged the red jockstrap toward the canvass. Mark knelt
by Scott and pulled Scott's arm back away from his body, stretching the
pectoral muscle leaving the man's dark nipple a defenseless target. Mark pounded
the nipple with his free hand. Scott grunted with the powerful force of each
blow.
Mark shoved Scott to his back, climbed to the ropes
again and dropped another elbow on the lifeless man. Scott's body bounced with
the impact, but was otherwise incapable of movement. Mark knew he had won.
The Bomb
Mark climbed to the ropes again, springing forward he
flew across the ring landing heavily on top of the spread body of his victim.
Scott gasped with the impact of Mark's heavy body slamming into his chest. Mark
got to his feet and tore Scott's jockstrap from his lower body. Mark grabbed
the naked Scott's hair and dragged his dazed friend to his feet. Still holding
Scott's hair Mark pushed him against the ropes. Mark punched Scott in his guts.
Scott doubled up winded and almost spent. Mark turned Scott so that, still bent
over, his head faced Mark. Mark bent over and wrapped his arms around Scott's
abdomen and swung Scott upward Scott's upper body poised midair his back
parallel to the ground. Mark grunted and slammed Scott's body to the canvass.
Scott convulsed once and lay still.
Scott was unconscious flat on his back, his chest
heaving as he gasped for air. Mark moved Scott's arms so that they were layed
out straight behind his head. In this position Scott looked like dynamite. His
whole body was glistening with sweat and glowing red from the beating he had
been given. From his muscled arms to his expanded chest to his large cock to
his well-defined legs. Scott was motionless. Mark climbed the top rope again
and looked down at the prone body below him. Scott's large nipples were
stretched slightly across his chest, his deep chest was highlighted because of
the position of his arms, which forced his ribcage to rise. His stomach was
rising as he breathed heavily. His penis lay large and lifeless between his
thighs, his testicles lying on the ground in a loose-fitting sack.
Mark stood gazing at the massive fleshy cock that was
now his for the taking. He jumped from the rope and landed across Scott's
chest, his elbow driving deep into the lifeless wrestler's sternum. Scott
grunted with the impact and then twitched a bit with the pain. Mark lay on top
of Scott hooking the beaten man's leg so that Scott's genitals were raised off
the ground and hung down lifelessly between his one raised leg and the other
limply partially raised, as if in sympathy. The count to ten began. Scott did
not move.
Fuck that body
Mark's cock was now as hard as a steel rod, reaching
its full glorious 10-inch length, glistening in anticipation of the final step
in Scott's besting. He turned Scott over. Scott's hard round buttocks were
inviting. Mark angled the buttocks upwards. Mark parted Scott's legs revealing
the man's tight glory hole and his testicles and backwards looking cock below.
Greasing his engorged cock Mark mounted Scott. Scott groaned lowly on entry.
Mark worked past Scott's sphincter and deep into the rectum of the man. Scott
was gasping for air. Marks massive cock causing truly agonizing pain for
Scott's virgin rectum. Scott groaned loudly begging Mark to remove his penis.
Scott's pleas excited Mark more making his tool grow even bigger. Pumping
slowly at first then faster and faster he reached a crescendo and withdrew just
in time for his thick stream of cum to eject over Scott's back
Mark collapsed on to Scott. He lay there breathing
deeply for some minutes and then stood. His cock now discharged but only
marginally smaller, the last few droplets of cum dripping from the reddened
head of his penis.
The bested Scott lay face down beneath Mark. Mark
wiped his forehead flicked the sweat on Scott.
Mark was not finished, he wanted to taste the beaten
body before him. He kicked Scott in the ribs, forcing Scott to roll on to his
back. Scott was barely conscious, his body was burning with pain, his dark
nipples felt like hot coals had been dropped on them. He had no energy to move,
he knew Mark had him in a position of total submission. Looking done on the
bested Scott's body Mark saw the brutalized man’s cock begin to swell. Mark's
cock become stiff again, the veins standing out like steel cords on a twisted
wire rope
Mark dropped to his knees and bent over Scott's cock,
lying atop the man's testicles, his legs invitingly apart. Mark grabbed the
swelling organ and raised it to his lips. Scott felt the grip on his cock
through the cloud of pain and could feel Mark's breath on him. Scott reacted
his cock jumping as the blood rushed in. Mark ran his tongue over Scott's glans
moistening them. With a deep breath Mark went down on Scott's cock. Slurping
over the head and down the rigid shaft. Mark ran his tongue over Scott's massive
cockhead, flicking the organ's hole as he did so. Scott moaned in ecstasy and
pain, he stretched his hands behind his head and writhed as Mark worked the
cock. Sucking the swollen head and moving up and down the thickly veined shaft.
Mark's head moved faster and faster up and down Scott's giant penis, saliva
dribbled down the cock and over Scott's balls. As Mark sucked the massive penis,
he moved his hands up to Scott's chest and rubbed his friends’ upper body.
Scott inhaled deeply, his body tensed up, glistening with sweat from his
beating and the strain of sexual ecstasy. Scott's chest was magnificent, his
dark nipples erect against the muscle beneath them. Scott writhed in ecstasy as
he felt Mark working his body - the tongue on his cock drove him wild and
Mark's hands feeling up his chest made him want to cum like never before. Mark
with one last slurp moved his mouth away from Scott's cock, grabbing the organ
he pumped it furiously. Scott exhaled and moaned at the same time as he came,
his jism spurt from the hole in his cock and flew to his chest. Mark kept
stroking the now slippery penis as with one mighty shudder Scott finished
disgorging the contents of his balls. Mark massaged Scott's chest, saturated
with a sticky mixture of sweat and ejaculate. Mark could feel the heat coming
off the man's body. The heat of pain, the pain he had caused to this hot
wrestling body now brutally beaten on the floor. Scott's upper body was red
from the damage to it. Scott shuddered, his body consumed by the pain of his
besting and the ecstasy of his orgasm.
Mark lay on top of Scott, their muscled bodies cock
to cock. The two men kissed, their tongues intertwining. Scott felt the power
of Mark as he lay atop his own muscular body. He had never been beaten before
and had never even thought he could be subject to such total devastation - he
had never been so totally in someone's power. It made him hot. Mark broke the
kiss and moved to Scott's nipples. Scott compliant moved his hands above his
head and stretched back writhing slowly, Mark flicked his tongue over Scott's
left tit massaging the right areola as he did so. Mark switched sides working
Scott's right nipple with his mouth sucking hard. Scott's body arched in
ecstasy, Mark's hands moving around Scott's ribcage supporting the beaten man
under his chest as Mark worked Scott's nipples with his mouth.
Mark's tongue moved across to the center of Scott's
pumped up chest. Scott still with his back arched. Mark moved down Scott's
stomach until just above Scott's navel where Scott's penishead lay, swollen and
ready to be worked over. Mark kissed the mighty cock on the underside of the
glans. Moving his lips around the head Mark drew back leaving a glistening
string of saliva and precum connecting the cockhead to his lips. Mark moved his
lips up and down the thick shaft as it lay twitching on Scott's hard stomach.
Holding Scott's cock against the man’s stomach with a backhand grip, all the
time stroking Scott's tool, Mark sucked on Scott's testicles, now tightly held
in their sacks. Moving down further Mark release his grip on Scott's cock and
pushed Scott's legs back, raising his friend's arse slightly and exposing his
sphincter. Mark licked Scott's arse, driving his tongue against the tight
muscle, then moving back to the man’s boiling testicles. Scott moved his arms
down to help support his legs as Mark tongued his anus. Mark looked up and saw
the outline of Scott's muscular chest flexed as if in some pose as Scott held
his legs back tightly, his massive cock pointing upwards towards Scott's
glorious upper body.
Mark went back to the arse in front of him, tonguing
it deeply. Mark knelt back and placed his own engorged head against Scott's
sphincter. Scott relaxed, inhaling slowly. Mark pushed and slowly his large
cockhead squeezed past the beaten body's entry.
Mark moved forward hooking Scott's legs against his
shoulders as he leant over Scott's body. Supporting himself on his hands and
his toes, Mark rammed his cock deep into Scott's arse.
Scott was more relaxed this time, but he was still
gasping for air as Mark's stiff shaft drove into him. Mark's arse moved up and
down at a furious pace. With each move Mark withdrew his cock so that the back
of its swollen glans was exposed then drove it back in Scott's rectum so hard
that his swollen testicles slapped against Scott's arse. Mark ground Scott's
arse relentlessly. Scott was grunting in pain with each driving thrust, Mark's
cock making his insides burn. Scott raised his arms as if to beg Mark to stop.
Mark fucked his friend harder. Scott's arms fell back behind his head. The man
was now losing it, semiconscious with pain and erotic bliss his head lay on one
side moving in time as Mark kept pounding the man's arse. Mark moved back to
his knees; Scott's legs fell down so that they wrapped around Mark's waist.
Mark still impaling the beaten Scott with his cock. Mark massaged Scott's upper
body, working across Scott's pecs and large nipples down to his abdomen and
then to his still swollen cock. Thrusting still Mark held Scott's cock against
Mark's own rock like stomach and pumped the organ in time with his own thrusts.
The two men were close to reaching orgasm. Mark withdrew his cock from Scott's
rectum, making a squelching sound as the man's sphincter closed around Mark's glans
as he pulled out. Mark laid his cock on top of Scott's, noting that his own
cock was at least one inch longer than Scott's although Scott's was a bit
thicker. Mark held the two swollen penises together and stroked. The two men
came together, both groaning loudly the cocks spurting thick globs of semen on
Scott's stomach. Scott and Mark shuddered. Mark rubbed the sticky mixture into
Scott's stomach and chest. Mark collapsed on top of Scott. The two men kissed
passionately, their tongues entwining as Scott reached around Mark and massaged
his butt cheeks.
Mark detached himself from Scott and stood. He helped
Scott to his feet. The two men left the ring both satiated and one victorious.
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Nice I always love a good squash match. Scott was the perfect jobber getting the beating of his life. Keep up the great work there.
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