Tag Team Challenge II

 

 

TAG-TEAM CHALLENGE II

-Handicap -

by

The Buffalo Bulldog

          It’s been several months since Mike and Dave’s forced tag-team union and both men have been the tag-team to be reckoned with known as The Devastation Connection. It’s also been told from the local bar, Bulldog Lil’s in Rochester, that devastation isn’t the only word for the damage that these two big men have done.

       

   Mike and Dave’s winning streak from the beginning brought in the bucks every month in the bar’s wrestling ring. Matches were set on the last weekend of the month where the dance floor is located. The local fans hate these two men, especially Big Mike with enough arrogance to fill a hot air balloon. With each win, Dave got even more arrogant, sometimes even taunting the fans as much as Mike. For six matches they have been undefeated, destroying every wrestler that went up against them. Most of their opponents never came back to wrestle again.

          Another night of wrestling action at Bulldog Lil’s brought in quite a large crowd, not because of any big matches but because winter has given way to spring on this last Saturday night in April. The evening was filled with an especially rowdy crowed as the matches were taking place in the ring. The ring banging from the slams of the bodies was the only noise that towered over the crowed but it was a great attention getter as guys like the Syracuse Bulldog and the Rochester Crusher, both over 240 lbs. each crushed their opponents in the ring. Both these heels in tag-team or single  matches each would often push their opponents past submission, humiliating them. These guys also know Mike and Dave the other heels in Bulldog Lil’s Wrestling Association and see eye to eye in keeping what they call the trailer trash scum from competing for any championships, but not without a certain amount of tension between each other when it involved gaining the belts.

 

          Every Saturday night, after the pro-matches, the ring announcer would allow men from the audience the chance to take on each other one on one or a pro-wrestler of their choice. This particular night, the Crusher destroyed a well built, muscular, younger opponent in the ring after he had help from The Bulldog tripping the man down on his face, allowing the Crusher to finish him off in a back busting, Boston crab. While making his announcement, a couple of guys in the crowd started yelling, “Cheating Fuck’n trash! The Crusher cheated, fuck’n bullshit!” At this point, another man from the crowd said, “Shut the fuck up you two. He beat the little wimp fair and square!” As the argument heated up, Duane, one of the two guys in the crowd challenged the other guy to jump in the ring with him. The other guy looked to be about 175 lbs., reddish blond hair and mustache. Duane looked to be Hispanic and Italian mix with dark brown eyes, black short hair and mustache that went down well past his lip line, as well as 5’-9”, 170 lbs. of muscle with very low body fat. With his challenge, he had no problem ripping his T-shirt off to expose his six-pack washboard abs. The other guy couldn’t resist the challenge and with all the tension, both men wanted to rip each other apart.

Duane jumped into the ring first challenging, “Get the fuck in ring dude! You know the Bulldog and Crusher are cheaters, trailer trash fuck!” The audience was really in an uproar and the man that Duane was taunting jumped into the ring, mouthing back at Duane. He was about the same size and weight as Duane without the cut muscle definition but had attitude and five extra pounds on Duane to make up for it. Duane grabbed the announcer’s mic, went face to face with his opponent, almost close enough to kiss him but that was not what was on either man’s mind. As he was invading the man’s space, Duane said, “Well what have we here? A wanna-be heel! You know that’s what you are don’t you?!? Anyone who supports the likes of that stupid Syracuse Bulldog and that weasel of a home-based Rochester Crusher, needs to be taught a hard lesson!” After grabbing the mic back, Duane’s opponent said, “You know they say dreams can come true but a fantasy never will. You better get off your fantasy ride because you’re in for one hell of a disappointment, so fuck you!”, and at that moment, he hit Duane over the head with the microphone catching him off guard. As Duane fell to the mat, his opponent started kicking him in the abs and ribs but when Duane rolled over on his back, he caught his opponent’s foot just as it was coming down to his chest and shoved the man off balance into the ring ropes. Duane quickly got up, head still hurting, pushed the man into the ropes again and met him with a clothesline to the throat, sending his opponent crashing on his back to the mat.

Further into the crowd at the bar, Mike and Dave were watching the action in the ring along with the Syracuse Bulldog and the Rochester Crusher. Mike commented, “Are you going to let that ass-hole get away with that? Those sounded like a fight’n challenge to me. You should give him what he wants, a good beat’n.”

“He’ll get it Mike, in due time. We’re keeping our peace for now. Besides, let him have his moment of glory. He’s not doing bad now.”, said Crusher.

While the conversations were taking place among the heels, Duane beat the hell out of his opponent and took him out with a sleeper hold in the middle of the ring. The ref lifted his opponent’s arm a couple of times and by the third try, his arm went completely limp and the ref signaled for the bell. “Not bad.”, said Crusher to the guys at the bar. The ref raised Duane’s arm in victory and his buddy Mark jumped in the ring savoring the win with Duane. Both guys high fived and hugged, raising their hands together screaming, “Yeah!”.

          The ring announcer came into the ring to announce Duane’s win and as he started to, Mark grabbed the mic out of his hand and both him and Duane started complaining about the Rochester Crusher and the Syracuse Bulldog’s tactics in the ring. Complaints turn to a challenge to both the Bulldog and Crusher and while Mark and Duane were continuing their challenge, both the Bulldog and Crusher walked up to the ring exchanging words with Mark and Duane. The crowd was in and uproar and wanted to see a fight now as Mike was saying, “Let’s get it on Bulldog & Crusher!”.

The Rochester Crusher with the Bulldog at his side said, “Oh yeah, we’ll get it on little guys and we’ll crush the fuck’n life outta both of ya! Next month boys, right here in this ring, our belts on the line!” Duane took the mic and said, “We’ll be glad to take those belts!” As the crowd screamed in approval, the Bulldog barked his Woof call repeatedly encouraging the few people in the audience on his and Crusher’s side. After agreeing to the match, the Bulldog and Crusher left the ring area and the bar to their locker room, while Mark and Duane left the ring and walked over to the bar for a drink.

         While at the bar, neither man noticed Mike and Dave a few feet away until they heard Dave comment to Mike about how foolish the two little guys in the ring were for challenging guys almost double the size of each one. Of the two, Mark is no push-over at 5’-11”, 185 lbs. compared to Duane’s 5”-9”, 170 lbs. Mark’s muscle definition was less defined as Duane’s and he had a lighter complexion due to the fact that he was mixture of English and German with dark blond hair, brown eyes, and mustache. Mark also seemed to have a little more common sense than Duane when it came to his pride. Mark was less likely to let his pride get in his way compared to Duane. Duane was so obsessed with his pride that he would stop at nothing to save it. Age may play a roll too with Mark at 31 and Duane at 25, who let his pride and temper get him in trouble on more than one occasion.

It was Mark who started in on Dave saying, “Listen here man... Somebody’s got to cleanup this place and Duane and I are ready to do it!”

 Mike cut in saying, “You and your little buddy here are just lucky. The Bulldog and Crusher are big guys and have been around a while. You might think you can take their belts but they, or shall I say when they beat you two, they’ll put you out of wrestling for good. You two little dudes might also make cute boy-toys for those two big men, so it might be more than just losing your ability to wrestle too on the line.”

Duane then cut in saying, “You two assholes are just saying that because you want their belts!”

Mike replied, “Maybe, but it’s a fact. They’ll destroy you two little fucks!”

Both Mark and Duane were getting pissed as Duane challenged, “If you assholes are so tough, then let’s see what you got!”.

“There’s no need for foul language. You sure got a big mouth for a little dude. I’d like to see you back that up!”, replied Mike.

Mark spoke up saying, “We’ll both back it up!”. Mark and Dave discussed beating the shit out of these two dudes, so Mark and Duane agreed to meet at Mike’s place tomorrow afternoon for a fight to see who the best tag-team is.

          It’s almost 2:00pm, the time the men agreed to a tag-team match and Mike and Dave were waiting patiently for their opponents to show up. Both men were wearing tight jeans and T-shirts sitting at the dining room table discussing what to do with their opponents after beating them. Mike had about five more pounds of muscle built up since the beginning of their tag-team union and Dave had put on another 10 lbs. of muscle up to a 51” chest, and 19” arms. So, at 235 lbs. for Mike and Dave now at 230 lbs., they are an awesome sized and experienced tag-team. As they were talking, Dave got up because he heard a car coming up the driveway. As Duane got out of his car, Mike and Dave watched him out the window walking up to the front door. Before he could ring the doorbell, Mike opened the door and said, “Where’s your buddy?”.

“He’s on his way.”, Duane replied. Mike invited him in and offered Duane a beer, which he accepted.

For a while the guys made small talk and as time grew later, it was clear that Mark was getting extremely late as Duane was wondering what happened to him. “Is your partner going to show!?”, demanded Dave.

“He’ll be here.”, Duane answered.

“Maybe he’s backed down and turned yellow.”, said Mike.

“I don’t fuck’n think so!”, Duane snapped back as he quickly got in Mike’s face, invading his space.

This really pissed Mike off as he said, “Maybe, but he’s not here yet and I don’t need a little man like you in my face!  I aw’t to kick your little ass now!”.

Almost nose to nose, Duane snapped, “If you have what it takes...”.

Dave cut in on the arguing saying, “Come on guys. Let’s take this to the ring downstairs. Maybe by the time we’re ready, Mark will be here.” So, the man got ready, changed into their trunks and boots, and entered the ring in the basement.

          Mike and Dave were ready to rip their opponents apart but the other didn’t show up, so both antagonized Duane. Duane was also unaware that Mike and Dave had locked the doors to the house, so that by now, it was clear that Mark would have no way of getting in, Duane would be left to fight these two big men on his own as a handicap match. Mike and Dave each wore black spandex trunks and black leather boots with leather fingerless gloves, elbow and knee-pads. With their dark mustaches and goatees, they looked like a couple of rough leathermen, ready to introduce their victim to some S&M.

 

Duane wasn’t intimidated at all by his two opponents, ready to fight no matter the outcome. He was wearing bright red spandex bikini trunks showing off a well-shaped, big bulge. Mike and Dave both had hot bulges too, showing through their black, shiny trunks. Duane also wore black leather boots too.

As Mike looked Duane up and down, he said, “I’ll tell you what... You can back down now or have your wrestling career ended before it even gets off the ground, boy! Since your buddy’s not here, we’ll wrestle you one on one, no cheating and no double teaming. If you win the best two out of three falls, we’ll let you go to finish your challenge next month but if you lose, you and Mark can kiss your match with the Bulldog and Crusher goodbye because I’ll have you chained up and dragged to the ring showing your beaten ass off unable to fight anyone boy!”.

Duane replied, “I never back down from a fight!”.

Mike wanted to start off, so Dave went outside the corner rope. Both men circling each other but Duane had a slight bounce in his form, like he had been a boxer at one time. Duane knew he couldn’t go up against Mike muscle to muscle because of Mike’s 65 lb. weight advantage, even though he’s a strong man himself. Using his speed, Duane ran into the ropes and Mike started doing the same. After each man cris-crossed the ring about three times, Duane’s fore-arm slammed into Mike’s throat, sending him flying on his back to the mat and when Duane rebounded off the ropes, he quickly dropped an elbow onto Mike’s lower chest momentarily knocking the wind out of him. This just pissed-off Mike more than anything as he got up to mount an offensive against Duane.

Immediately, Duane locked his arm with Mike’s elbow to elbow and with a surprising amount of strength and quickness, threw Mike on his back again and followed up with a stomp to the gut. Mike rolled over and got to his feet not expressing any pain from Duane’s gut stomp.

 “Nice try, boy.. You know they say faster, inexperienced wrestlers tire quickly. It’s only a matter of time and you’re mine.”, snarled Mike. Mike then charged after Duane only to find himself thrown into the ropes and Duane’s knee waiting for his nuts on the rebound.

“AAAhhh..”, Mike yelled, bending over and holding his nuts. The pain was intense from his nutsack to his lower abs.

“You son-of-a-bitch!”, Mike screamed as Duane replied, “What’s the matter Big Daddy, not so tough are ya!?!”.

Mike was in pain and infuriated at the same time because he had never been in this much trouble before from a guy this much below his weight.

Duane followed up with d severe pain upon impact from the mat. As he rolled on the mat rubbing his arm, Mike came down on him with a legdrop across his lower chest completely knocking whatever wind he had left out.

“That’s right Mike, pick him up and teach him a lessen!”, screamed Dave.

As Mike picked Duane up by the head, he said, “Yeah! That was your first mistake boy! The other is trusting that so-called partner of yours. Too late now, I locked him out and even if he gets here, he’ll never get in!”,

“Fuck you ass-hole!!”, Duane snapped. Mike immediately kneed him in middle gut, put him in a headlock, and Bulldogged him face first to the mat.

 

“AAAHhhh..”, screamed Duane as his body twitched just after impact.

“Get up pussyboy!”, snapped Mike. As Mike picked Duane up to his feet, he threw Duane into Dave’s corner where he was waiting with a knee to Duane’s lower back. Duane just slid down to the corner of the ring as Mike came over and threw repeated, vicious stomps into his lower gut. Duane was so dazed that he could hardly tighten his washboard abs for the abuse.

 “Help the boy up!”, Mike ordered and as Dave lifted Duane to his feet, Mike said, “Nice abs pussyboy! Can’t wait to see what they can take!”,

 “No way! You cheating ass-hole! You’re double teaming me..”, said Duane.

Mike looked at Dave saying, “What? Who’s double teaming? Have you hit him?”, “No.”, Dave said as he shook his head.

While Duane was standing in the corner, both men punched him simultaneously in the lower back and the mid-section at the same time. Dave drove a fist into his back, while Mike drove his big fist in the middle gut as Duane was screaming with each and every repeated blow. When the men were satisfied with Duane’s red abs and back, Mike picked him up in a rack, took him to the center of the ring and after torturing him over his shoulders for a minute, dropped Duane like a sack of potatoes. Duane was already out of it enough for Mike to get a submission but Mike had two more moves to teach his pussyboy a lesson. Mike stood in front of Duane as he lay there on the mat and dropped his whole body, head first into Duane’s nuts as Duane screamed, “OOOHHHHAAAA”.

His body convulsed from the shooting pain running from his nuts to his lower guts, almost bringing tears to Duane’s eyes. As the severe pain made its way to his abs, Duane semi-passed out. Still semi-conscious, Duane’s abs relaxed as he lay flat on his back on the mat. The dazed look in his eyes gave it away that he wasn’t fully aware where he was anymore.

Mike looked at his partner Dave saying, “Ever see a pussyboy pass out from an ab claw?” Dave shook his head in approval, as if to say no but go for it. Mike started with a claw to Duane’s middle abs just below the belly button. There was hardly any resistance as he then applied the other hand just above the belly button with full pressure. Most men’s ab muscles would collapse under Mike’s big hands crushing the abdominal wall to the guts, but Duane’s ab muscles were strong taking a lot from Mike’s claw attack. His abs only tightened a little due to Duane being semi-conscious, so Mike was working in his claw deep in the guts. The claw was sending Duane further into unconsciousness, as his body quivered from the punishment. Mike enjoyed kneading his small, muscular abs as he just lay there moaning and legs shaking. Dave sensed that it was almost over, so he came into the ring to act as the referee. He lifted Duane’s arm up and dropped it a couple of times, limp with no life left. Duane was fully knocked out in the ring center as Dave said, “He’s out!”.

          As Duane laid in the middle of the ring, still unconscious, Dave couldn’t resist a couple of hard punches to those washboard abs. Duane’s abs didn’t respond as Dave’s fist went into his relaxed guts. After a few minutes, Duane started coming to. He rolled over realizing the pain he was in, holding his abs. All he could do was barely moan as he lay there. Dave insisted to Mike that he wanted Duane recovered enough to fight back, so they let him recover.

After a while, Duane pulled himself up in his corner facing his two opponents in the opposite corner. All Duane could say was, “Oh shit, you’ll both pay for this. It’s not over yet!”.

 

Both Mike and Dave replied, “Pretty strong words little runt. You will’n to take another beating to prove that?”,

“Fuck you!”, snapped Duane, infuriating Dave has he ran over to Duane’s corner and drove a knee into his already sore gut. Mike watched the start of the new match from his corner, enjoying Dave’s beating he was dishing out on Duane. As Dave tossed Duane from corner to corner with several clotheslines to the head and throat, it looked like Duane was nearly finished but on the last one, Duane succeeded in countering with a clothesline to Dave’s throat knocking both men flat on the mat. Duane got up first and being barely able to stand, walked between Dave’s legs while he was on his back and dropped himself headfirst into Dave’s crotch, just as Mike did to him.

“OOOhhhAAAhhh!”, shouted Dave as he held his aching balls. As Duane got up, he slammed his fist into Dave’s lower abs already hurting from the ball assault. Duane then performed a legdrop over Dave’s throat breaking his attention to his nuts and abs.

“Get up!”, demanded Duane. He picked Dave up by the head and arms and threw him into the ropes. Expecting to clothesline Dave again, he found himself on the receiving end of Dave’s boot to his gut and as he bent over, Dave put him in a headlock and smashed his face into the mat, breaking Duane’s momentum.

Dave followed up with two elbows and a legdrop to Duane’s lower back. As Duane bent his back from the pain, Dave lifted him up and threw him into Mike’s corner. Mike held him as Dave came in fast with a drop-kick to his back. Duane had nowhere to go and the corner and Mike offered very little give for his body as he just slid down the corner without a word face first. Dave picked him back up and as Mike held him up by the arms, Dave dished out at least three punches to the lower back.

“How’s that back feel?! Let me show you how to take it like a man!”, Dave told him. He took Duane to the middle of the ring and after lifting him over his head, dropped him over his knee on his back, nearly snapping it. Duane screamed in pain and moaned as he slowly rolled in pain on the mat. As Dave jumped down on the mat, he rolled Duane’s midsection and lower back between his legs and applied a body scissors. Duane gasp for air as Dave tightened and crushed his belly and back and desperately tried to force Dave’s legs apart to get out of the hold but it was no use. He started going out and as his legs stopped shaking from the pain of the scissors, Dave released the hold. Dave wasn’t done with Duane yet. He wanted to do more than just beat the man, he wanted to break him. Dave lifted him up again and dropped him with another backbreaker over the knee, only this time held Duane there to suffer.

 Duane was screaming at this point but his stubborn pride got the best of him, as he refused to submit. “NOOO.. AAhhh...”, Duane shouted as Dave pounded his exposed, stretched out washboard abs repeatedly. Then he applied a belly claw into the stretched abs with both hands.

With his back already in deep pain and his abs caving in to Dave’s belly claw, Duane shouted, “Yes.. yes! I give, I give! Damn it!! AAAhhh!!”, “Oh yeahhhh!!”, Dave snapped as he let Duane drop to the mat, defeated.

Mike enters the ring, walks to the middle were Duane was laying on his stomach and Dave standing over him flexing his muscular arms in victory. Mike shoved his foot under Duane’s rib-cage, rolling him up on his back so he could face the men who defeated him. As he stood facing Dave, Mike said, “Looks like our pussy-boy here has become a man. I mean, no one can take a beating like this and still be conscious.”.

Looking down at Duane, Mike said, “You thinks it’s over now don’t you. Best 2 out of 3 falls? We don’t think so. You still need a lesson, now get up!”,

 

“No... Please no more. OOhhh”, Duane pleaded. Mike bodyslammed him to the mat and jumped landing his feet on his abs. The 235 lbs. of pressure from Mike’s weight had Duane grunting, as his handsome face contorted from pain. When Mike stepped off his abs, Dave took his turn and being nearly as heavy as Mike, it felt no better to Duane. When both men each had their boots over his abs, they couldn’t help but notice his finely shaped, large bulge in his bright red trunks.

Both heels let Duane hold his abs as he bent over suffering, rolling on his side. “That’s enough.” Dave said as he grabbed Duane’s legs preparing him for a Boston crab that he really didn’t need.

“No, oh god no!!”, Duane screamed but Dave ignored his pleas and sit on him full force, butt to butt, bending his back as far as he could.

Mike went down on the mat near Duane’s face taunting him, “You wanna give?? There’s no submission now for ya little guy! Yeahhh. Take it. I bet you’re a big man now aren’t ya??”,

“Oh shit!! You fucking ass-holes!!!”, Duane screamed in defiance. The sweat between these two wrestlers was dripping down their bodies and the soaked trunks slid as their butts rubbed together. Dave noticed the heat and sweat from their bodies and he felt Duane’s hot, sweaty ass rube against his. The more Duane held on, the more excited Dave got but he wasn’t ready to let his opponent pass out, not yet so he let his legs drop. Duane laid on his stomach, his body twitched as a result of the pain to his back.

Then Mike picked him up by his crotch and head saying, “I got something else for ya buddy. Get the fuck up!”. Dave went down on one knee with the other knee up, ready to receive Duane’s back as Mike dropped him down over his leg. The force of the drop and the knee to his back, made Duane groan in agony. To increase the pain, Dave applied pressure to his head and legs, causing Duane even more agony as he groaned.

“You ready for this?!”, snapped Mike. Then Mike applied one hand to his lower, exposed guts and squeezed hard on Duane’s stretched gut, causing Duane to go from groaning to screaming again. Mike then slammed his other hand to his middle gut and crushed hard with both hands watching his fingers nearly disappear in Duane’s tight abs. As the pain took its toll on Duane’s belly, his screaming turned into groans again as he was nearly ready to go out from the pain. His body began to convulse a few times as Mike noticed his bulge getting bigger, causing Mike to enjoy the damage he was doing.

When Duane stopped moving, Mike released to belly claw and Dave let him drop to the mat, nearly out cold but Mike slapped his face from side to side, forced him to his feet saying, “Oh no, not yet buddy. We’re not done yet. How about a hug to make you feel better?”. Mike threw him to the ropes as Dave waited to grab him in the middle of the ring. As Duane bounced back, Dave got him with his arms wrapped tight around the lower ribs, holding him high. Duane’s teeth clenched as face tensed as he screamed, “OOOHHHAAAHHH..NOO!!”, and wrapped his arms around Dave’s neck. “Ohh yeahh! Squeeze the life out of the little fuck!”, Mike ordered.

The sweat from both men made it difficult for Dave to hold up his man high enough to get maximum leverage but as Duane slid down, both men could feel each other’s baskets grinding, starting a hard battle of their own. For Dave, it was a power trip holding his helpless victim in his arms. As Dave was getting hotter, Duane was desperate not to give in but his cock had other plans as it swelled in the fight against Dave’s rod. Duane tried pushing Dave’s face back and struggled to get out of the bearhug but it was no use. Mike walked around both men while the bearhug was being applied, enjoying every angle he could see, getting hard just watching in the process.

Both men were soaked in sweat as Dave asked Mike, “You want a piece of this?”,

“Oh yeah! Give him to me!”, demanded Mike. So, Dave released the bearhug and threw his opponent into the ring ropes and as Duane bounced back, he felt the most crushing bearhug he had ever felt when he slammed into Mike’s waiting arms.

“AAAAhhhhh..”, Duane blurted out as the air rushed out of his lungs. Mike was able to get the leverage because he was less sweaty and a lot stronger than Dave, as he caused Duane to curl up, wrapping his arms and legs around Mike’s body. Dave watched Mike’s 235 lb. muscles as he crushed Duane’s muscular but smaller 170 lb. frame, as Duane groaned, clenching his teeth. He shook his head no, unable to utter a word, trying without success, hitting Mike’s shoulder blades. This only turned on Mike on, getting him harder with each punch and struggle from Duane struggling. Mike’s crotch was visibly hard, pushing against his shiny, black spandex tights, getting Dave harder too as he watched his big partner crush the smaller Latino/Italian man in agony. “Squeeze the life outta him, Mike! Yeah, that’s it!!”, Dave cheered.

Mike was beginning to break a big sweat now but was still able to hold Duane up where he could keep up the destructive leverage. Mike decided to loosen his squeeze for a second and let Duane slide down, then Mike slammed their bodies back together such force, Dave could hear their hard muscle bodies smack together. As they slammed back together, both men were now chest to chest, belly to belly, and cock to cock. Mike loosened the bearhug again and reapplied his arms around Duane’s lower back and waist, crushing their sweaty baskets ever tighter together. Mike’s cock throbbed under his tights and as a result, Duane’s throbbed too.

“You know what I’m gonna do, boy? If you cum in those trunks of yours, I’ll make sure you wear those stained up at the next wrestling night, for all the other wrestlers and public to see, and your wrestling career will end in a very embarrassing way.”, Mike told him.

As Duane stood in the bearhug gasping for air, he could barely respond saying, “You got nothing to say you fuck’n ass-hole!”, Mike ended his sentence with a tighter squeeze and said, “Ohh no, I’m not the one in the bearhug, boy! You wanna piece now?”, as Mike looked over at Dave waiting take over.

So, Dave took over with a rear bearhug to his upper abs. Mike took a quick shot with a fist to Duane’s already reddened gut as Dave was squeezing the life outta him. After Dave had enough, he let Duane down, turned him around, and with little resistance from him, slapped him into a belly to belly bearhug. Duane’s legs were wobbling, nearly unable to stand but still gave Dave a good fight, refusing to give. Mike enjoyed watching the two men, crotch to crotch as Duane fought for his manhood. After a minute of this torture, Duane’s arms started dropping as he was beginning to go limp in Dave’s big arms. Mike said, “Time to finish him off, Dave. How about we both give our man a final hug?”. Duane was nearly out of it but refused to give in by submission or erotically. He gave no resistance at all to Mike as he leaned into Mike’s body, belly to belly. Mike liked manly, sweaty moment as their cocks touched and then Mike slammed their bodies together. His big 20” arms hid Duane’s lower back and waist from view but showed off Duane’s sweat dripping round ass in the red trunks. The red speedos made it look even more inviting to Dave as he slowly walked toward Duane. Duane was on the verge of cumming and hoping he would just get knocked out but Mike wasn’t about to let that happen.

Duane could hardly say no as Mike’s cock worked his cock into pre-cumming. It just dripped down his tights and the heat of the cum also got Mike hot as he was pre-cumming too. “Shit.. Noo!”, as Duane begged, but was totally ignored by both big men. Mike loosened his hold on Duane long enough for Dave to get his arms around his lower chest, squeezing down on his air supply. Both men applied pressure at the same time on Duane’s lower back and lower chest. as the pressure got tighter, Dave shoved his hard cock onto Duane’s hot, sweaty ass, sliding together. The slipping and sliding made the men hotter between the heat and struggling too. For Duane, there was no way out of it, because he could feel Mike’s big 9” cock fighting his 8” manhood. Dave’s 8” throbbing hardon was sliding on Duane’s tight ass at the same time. For Duane, it was too much and he knew it as he was trying as hard as he could not to cum between these two musclemen. His face tensed up with pain and pleasure as his cock throbbed more and more.

By now, all three men were getting really, really close. Duane wasn’t sure if he was in heaven or hell at this point or maybe he was in booth at the same time, then without further warning, he exploded his big load into Mike’s crotch screaming, “OOOhhhhh.. AAAhhh!!!”, and Duane groaned as his cock spilled its load in his speedo trunks and at about the same time, Mike was shooting his huge load in his spandex trunks, soaking Duane’s crotch too. Both men were dripping with cum and sweat between their baskets and legs and Mike kept squeezing Duane. Just then Dave’s cock blew its heavy load into his spandex trunks, soaking Duane’s hot speedo covered ass. The male to male tension left Mike and Dave with no mercy for Duane as they squeezed him into a knockout finish. Duane didn’t give them any resistance as he went limp in both their arms between them.

As they let him loose, Duane just slid down between the two big men but before he went all the way to the mat, Mike picked him up over his shoulder and said, “We got this one. Now let’s see what happened to his pussy partner.”

TO BE CONTINUED.