Mark vs Scott

 

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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