Retribution

 

Retribution

by

Lifeguard

After losing the Rookie of the Year match, Ray was so incensed that he stormed into Pedro's office and demanded a match with the intruders that had interfered in his match with Jim. Pedro, the promoter, brought up the obvious problem of Ray being out numbered in such a match and although Ray out-weighed both intruders by at least 40 pounds, Pedro cautioned Ray not to get himself into a situation he couldn't handle. Pedro further cautioned Ray that the two so called intruders were not simply spectators; they were new recruits into the Underground Wrestling Circuit. Their names were K-Dawg and J-Dawg and wrestled as the tag team "The Dawgs". Ray listened to reason and suggested a tag team match. Pedro told Ray he could arrange such a match but that he would have to find a partner himself.

When Ray got home that day, he went on line and posted an ad on a wrestling web site for a tag team partner. Along with the ad he posted two pictures of himself in skimpy navy-blue Speedos; front and profile shots. Ray chose these pictures because they revealed his cut 6-foot, 190-pound frame and because the Speedo accentuated his build and bubble but. He thought his fitness model's build, cut abs, sculpted protruding pecks, baseball biceps and muscular bubble butt would be an enticing invitation for someone looking for a tag team partner.

The next day Ray was shocked to receive an email from an old high school classmate. Ray and Tyson were friendly enough is school but wouldn't have been considered pals. Ray remembered Tyson was a varsity wrestler in high school and so figured he could be a great partner. They arranged a meet at an offsite gym. The gym did not have a ring but did have mats. When he got to the gym, Ray in shorts and a wife beater was surprised to find Tyson wearing navy blue Speedos that matched the pair from his posting.

"I figured since we were going to be partners, we should wear the same tights." Tyson said. Tyson's physique was even more impressive than Ray's. He too was about 6 foot and just under 200 pounds. His dark, African-American skin glistened with sweat, accentuating his ripped abs and slabs of muscle forming his chest. Tyson's Speedo barely managed to keep his muscular bubble butt covered. Tyson was fully aware of distraction his physique was causing Ray.

They worked out for a while, testing out each other's wrestling skills. Ray was immediately impressed with Tyson and decided early on that if Tyson accepted, he would be his partner. Tyson was also impressed with Ray. Considering his lack of experience, Ray had developed some impressive moves. So the stage was set, the two former classmates, each in their mid-thirties, each packing 190 or so pounds of solid muscle, were set to take on the two young upstarts.

On match day Ray and Tyson arrived at the gym went to the locker room donning their matching blue Speedos. As had become the usual custom before these matches, Pedro stocked the locker rooms with sports drinks for the wrestlers. Today, Pedro decided he would spice up the match a little so he crushed two Viagra pills into one of the drinks and carefully mixed the powder into one of the drinks. Ray was so involved in preparing himself for the match that he did not notice that the drink top had been previously opened. So, after warming up and just before the introductions, he downed the entire spiked drink.

The two studs jogged down the aisle after their introductions and in unison leapt up onto the ring apron and up over the top rope. The crowd responded with cheers, catcalls and whistles. Ray matches were the top draw in the Underground Wrestling Federation, not for his wrestling skills but for his propensity of losing "BIG".

Following their entrance, the Dawgs were introduced. They approached the ring in a more deliberate trot. In no rush, they played to the cheering crowd. Both were shirtless, each wearing only a pair of oversized basketball shorts. They were thin and small; less than 150 pounds and each about 5' 6". In unison, the two skinny fighters flexed in a double bicep pose. The crowd roared.

Tyson laughed and leaned toward Ray, "Are these our opponents?" he asked

"They are," Ray nodded, "I've got a score to settle with these guys"

The bell rang and the match began. Tyson started the match while J-Dawg opened up for the Dawgs.

The two black wrestlers met in the middle of the ring collar and elbow. After a brief struggle, Tyson overpowered J-Dawg pulling him into a side headlock. J-Dawg began screaming almost immediately as Tyson ground his bicep into J-Dawg's ear. Struggling, J-Dawg managed to bounce Tyson off the ring ropes. Tyson's grip was too powerful and instead of breaking the hold, Tyson cinched it on harder. By now J-Dawgs arms were flailing in a desperate attempt to break the hold.

Finally, J-Dawg backed Tyson against the ring ropes again, this time when they rebounded off, J-Dawg managed to break free sending Tyson careening toward the opposite ropes. As he rebounded back, J-Dawg lowered his shoulder in an attempt to deliver a shoulder block. Tyson saw the move well in advance and hurdled over his opponent coming to a quick stop just past his J-Dawg. As soon as J-Dawg turned in Tyson's direction he grabbed J-Dawg's arm and flung him over his hip into an arm drag take down. Before a dazed J-Dawg realized what was going on Tyson had rolled him onto his back, stood in front of him and wrapped his legs up into a figure four leg lock. In agony, J-Dawg began pounding the mat. The Ref asked if he wanted to give up. J-Dawg refused. With the Ref's attention fully on J-Dawg, K-Dawg climbed up onto the top rope, leapt toward Tyson delivering an elbow drop onto Tyson's chest.

This broke the hold and while both dazed wrestlers struggled to get to their feet K-Dawg returned to his corner. Tyson was the first to recover rolling over J-Dawg and pulling him into a bow and arrow, planting his knees into the small of J-Dawg's back while pulling back on his chin and legs. J-Dawg was paralyzed by the pain. The Ref focused his attention on J-Dawg again asking for a submission. J-Dawg answered with a weak refusal.

Seeing his opponent weakening, K-Dawg again attempted to interfere. He stepped through the ring ropes but, as soon as he entered the ring, was met with a flying body block delivered by Ray sending both out of the ring.

In the ring Tyson was continuing to apply pressure to J-Dawg's back. Meanwhile, their two partners were going at it outside the ring. They were exchanging fist for fist at a feverish pace. As the brawl continued, Ray's cock had grown to a full erection and his Speedo was barely covering the erection. Distracted by his Viagra engorged cock, Ray got sloppy with a roundhouse right which K-Dawg ducked under. K-Dawg then staggered his off balanced opponent with a stiff jab connecting squarely with his nose. Noticing that the jab had staggered Ray; K-Dawg quickly followed up and, in an instant, delivered a solid headbutt. Both fighters heard the crack of K-Dawg's forehead crashing with Ray's nose as Ray's body folded to the floor.

Inside the ring, Tyson was still applying pressure to J-Dawg's back who finally submitted. The Ref called for the bell. Upon hearing the bell, Tyson released the hold and turned to his corner to look for Ray. When he saw his corner vacant, Tyson scanned the arena for his partner. In disbelief, Tyson focused in on K-Dawg who was propping Ray up against the ring post with his hand on his throat while throwing punches to his face. Immediately, Tyson leapt to aid his partner. As he approached, K-Dawg stopped the assault and slipped under the ring ropes to aid his partner.

The announcer entered the ring: "The winners of the first fall, Tyson and Ray." Meanwhile Tyson helped his groggy opponent back into the ring and toward their corner. A cut had opened up on the bridge of Ray's nose and on Ray's right cheekbone. Tyson asked Ray if he was going to be able to continue with the second fall and Ray nodded. Tyson and Ray lifted their arms up in victory.

Ray then turned to the Dawgs. "It didn't take long for you pussies to submit" Ray shouted across the ring.

K-Dawg shouted back. "and it didn't take long for me to whoop your ass. Hey Tyson, check out your partner. He's nothing but a whimp, no good to you."

At this point, Ray tried in vain to control his boner and hide his aroused state but his tight skimpy Speedo did nothing to conceal his arousal while the effect of the Mickey negated any attempts to control himself. By now both Dawgs were mocking their opponents. "OOOO..K-Dawg, the muscle man likes it when you talk tough to him. I think he wants to be your bitch." To which K-Dawg replied, "I got plenty, if that's what he like, he gonna get more than he can handle."

K-Dawg and J-Dawg retreated to their corner while their opponents approached the center of the ring. Ray was completely unprepared for the assault that was about to begin. With amazing quickness, Tyson ducked under and scooped his partner into a body slam position and in one continuous motion delivered a devastating power slam. The two muscular studs bounced off the mat as Tyson's body weight drove Ray into the mat. Tyson stood up and positioned himself behind Ray who was arching his back in pain. Ray struggled to get back to his feet and as soon as he did, was blindsided by another scoop and power slam. Again, Tyson drove Ray into the mat with a vicious power slam.

Ray remained on his back while his body involuntarily convulsed. Tyson pulled Ray up and held him in a standing position. Ray knees were wobbly as Tyson held him up by holding the underside of his chin and said "Did you really think I would partner up with a pussy freak like you? I can't believe you could be so fuckin dumb," and while holding him in that position Tyson pulled him into a third violent power slam. Ray lay flat on his back, motionless except for the occasional convulsion that traveled through his body.

The Ref jumped in front of Tyson to stop any further assault. Like a man possessed, Tyson delivered a driving power slam to the Ref. It took the Ref several seconds to get to his knees and then back to his feet. As the crowd roared Tyson backed away and got set for the second fall motioning toward the Dawgs. The rules stated that the two wrestlers that had finished the previous fall would start the new fall.

The Ref walked Ray toward his corner, guiding him outside the ring. Ray was almost out on his feet, leaning on the corner turnbuckle. The Ref than said to him: "I'm sick and tired of coming to your defense and getting beat up in the process. You're on your own," as he called for the bell to start the second fall.

In a mock effort, Tyson met K-Dawg in the middle of the ring collar and elbow. Tyson allowed K-Dawg to push him toward the corner where Ray was trying to recover. Immediately, Tyson slapped Ray's shoulder, tagging in his partner. Tyson grabbed Ray by his head and dragged him over the top rope and into the ring. As Ray's body brushed over the rope, his waistband caught on the rope pulling his Speedo down exposing his erect cock and low hanging balls. Tyson then propped his wobbly kneed partner to a standing position, and backed away.

K-Dawg then motioned to his partner to enter the ring. Ray was now standing with his cock and balls exposed in the middle of the ring surrounded by Tyson, K-Dawg, J-Dawg and the Ref. K-Dawg delivered the first blow, an upper cut to the side of Ray's chin. The blow lifted Ray to his tip toes then sent him falling toward J-Dawg. Stopping Ray's forward momentum, J-Dawg delivered a stiff Jab to Ray. The effect of the Jab stood Ray up for a moment longer and spun him toward Tyson. The crowd roared as Tyson delivered a round house to his partner's jaw spinning him around 270 degrees and into an awaiting Ref who obliged an open-handed slap to Ray's face. The wobbly and punchy Ray again spun and fell toward K-Dawg who matched the slap in the reverse direction. The four closed their circle around Ray so that it was easier for them to trade bitch slaps while keeping him on his feet.

The crowd roared as the onslaught continued. Finally, the Ref backed away from the punch party and Tyson moved toward his corner and stepped through the ropes. Ray was now dopey and falling toward K-Dawg, who positioned himself in a mock Bruce Lee stance and as Ray stumbled toward him delivered a spinning karate kick connecting with Ray's ear. Ray's body stiffened from the blow as he once again spun, this time falling forward toward the ropes. He bounced off the ropes back toward K-Dawg who applied an awaiting double hammer lock.

The hold served to keep Ray standing as he moaned in agony while he leaned with his body weight into the hammer lock. This sent streams of pain through his shoulders. As K-Dawg held Ray up in a hammerlock, J-Dawg began boxing as if Ray was a heavy punching bag. With bare fists, J-Dawg began to break down Ray's rock-hard abs. Ray's only responses were grunts and moans as the slap of knuckle to muscle resonated throughout the room. After countless blows to his abs, Ray's rippled abs reddened. J-Dawg continued to pound with fist after fist. The redness darkened and, in some areas, turned into purple welts.

Anxious to participate in the sparring session Tyson entered the ring and approached Ray who was still being propped up in a hammer lock. Tyson motioned to J-Dawg and said "Let’s work on those two meaty slabs of muscle" pointing to Rays pecs. J-Dawg backed away as Tyson approached Ray in a boxer's stance. Ray's left pec reverberated as an exploratory jab connected with the protruding slab of muscle. Tyson followed with a matching jab to Ray's right nipple. Tyson teased each pec with several jabs as he danced around Ray then stepped in with a barrage of punches and combinations connecting with each muscled pec until they too turned deep red. Finally, Tyson stopped punching Ray's tits and said to J-Dawg, "Let’s give you partner a chance to pummel this stud." J-Dawg nodded in agreement.

Tyson followed up "Lets hold this pussy up," as he shoveled his hand deep under Rays bruised left pec. As he felt his fingers burrow under the pec muscle, he clasped down crushing the muscle in his grip. Tyson then called over toward the Ref who by now had removed his shirt revealing a muscular frame that matched Tyson's in size and strength. The Ref moved in and in a similar fashion locked in on Ray's other pec.

The two beefy guys than lifted Ray off the mat and as his feet lifted off the mat K-Dawg grabbed hold of the waistband of Ray's Speedo and pulled them down past his ankles and off. Ray's Viagra affected cock popped up against his beaten abs while his balls hung low. K-Dawg stood in front of the prone muscle stud and targeted his hanging balls.

Then as if working out on a speed bag began to punch away. Ray's grunts and moans transformed into squeals and whimpers as J-Dawg delivered punch after punch to his balls and cock. As J-Dawg increase the speed of his punches his target widened. His punches invariably were crashing into Ray's hardened cock, balls and to his lower abs below his navel. J-Dawg then lowered his fist and thrust it upward crushing Ray's nut sac up into his pelvis. A second upper cut, then a third and fourth left Ray hanging motionless. Finally, the punching session ended and Tyson and the Ref unlocked their vice grip from Rays pecs. Simultaneously K-Dawg grabbed Ray's ankles causing him to fall forward, face first into the mat with his legs being held apart like a wishbone. K-Dawg then stomped the heal of his boot into Ray's crotch smashing the already swollen balls. Sadistically, K-Dawg proceeded to grind his heal crushing the muscle stud’s manhood as he whimpered and begged for mercy. Winning the match was no longer an objective. Neither of the wrestlers was attempting to pin Ray while his pleas for mercy were ignored.

K-Dawg let go of Ray's ankles. Semi-conscious, Ray lie face down and spread eagle on the mat. J-Dawg then dragged Ray to the corner and propped him up into a seated position facing the center of the ring. The Dawgs invited their coconspirators to stand in front of Ray. K-Dawg then grabbed Ray's head ordering him to open his mouth while J-Dawg convinced Tyson to drop his Speedo and fuck Ray's mouth.

At first Ray refused to open his mouth so K-Dawg grab Ray's previously discarded Speedo, step through the ring ropes and hopped to the floor. Then reaching through the ropes toward Ray, K-Dawg positioned the Speedo around Ray's throat, pulling back on it with two hands. Ray opened his mouth in a gasp and Tyson stepped forward and shoved his cock into the awaiting mouth. With two hands Tyson grabbed Ray's head and began to thrust his cock while simultaneously pulling Ray's head forward. Meanwhile, the Ref had dropped his pants and was jerking himself as Ray gurgled and gagged on Tyson's cock.

"Let me have a go" the Ref said. Tyson obliged as he stepped back and the Ref grabbed onto Ray's head and took his turn at force feeding Ray's mouth. After several minutes the Ref began to moan and withdrew. The two muscle bound studs were now standing in front of Ray jerking off while K-Dawg held Ray seated with his head pulled back against the ring post by the Speedo wrapped around his neck. Tyson was the first to cum and with a loud moan spewed streams of white cum onto Ray. About a second or two after Tyson, the Ref moaned and he too was spewing cum onto Ray.

Once their orgasms were done, K-Dawg let go of Ray who slumped over until he lay half over the bottom rope and on the ring apron and half inside the ring. The cum soaked gym rat remained there gasping to refill his lungs. Meanwhile Tyson and the Ref left the ring and walked back toward the locker rooms. K-Dawg and J-Dawg remained in the ring playing up to the audience: flexing their scrawny physiques and mocking their opponent. Ray began to stir and rolled back into the ring managing to get to his knees.

The Dawgs' attention refocused on their opponent. K-Dawg walked over toward Ray who was by now crawling toward the ring ropes. "What did you say about us being pussies? Huh?" While standing behind Ray he grabbed his head and while holding him in a choke hold punched him in the side of the head. Then he shouted "HUH?! WHO'S THE PUSSY NOW." Ray flailed his arms as K-Dawg delivered a second punch and shouted "HUH?!". punch. "HUH?!". punch."HUH?!". punch. By the fifth punch Ray's flailing arms had dropped down to his side. "YOU'RE THE ONLY PUSSY IN THIS GYM!" K-Dawg shouted as he released the choke and pushed Ray to the mat. After crashing to the mat with a thump, Ray covered is head and rolled into a defensive ball.

J-Dawg picked up Ray's previously discarded Speedo, walk over toward Ray, while holding each end of the Speedo positioned over his throat under his chin. Simultaneously J-Dawg lifted up on the Speedo while K-Dawg grabbed Ray's ankles and lifted up. The choking effect of Ray's upper body pushing his Adam's apple over the Speedo caused Ray to instinctively grab the blue nylon with both hands. This only served to reduce the choking effect minimally. The Dawgs held and bounced Ray in that position until once again his arms went limp.

J-Dawg then aided K-Dawg in positioning Ray into an over the knee backbreaker. The 190 lb muscular wrestler was arched over his 140 lb opponent's knee. He began to regain consciousness and as he came too, J-Dawg grabbed Ray's balls in a claw and began to squeeze. Ray began to beg and plead "Please I give no more, please I give"

To which J-Dawg violently squeeze and pulled on his ball sac, "WHO'S THE PUSSY?" and when Ray's response did not come fast enough J-Dawg yanked back and forth hard on the balls and shouting "HUH? HUH? HUH?"

Ray whimpered desperately "I am, please no more, I am, I'm the pussy"

"AND YOU'RE GONNA SHOW EVERYONE IN HERE WHAT A PUSSY YOU ARE" J-Dawg said as he continued to tear at Ray's nut sac "YOU'RE GONNA CRAWL OVER TO K-DAWG AND BLOW HIM, YOU'RE GONNA LOVE HIS COCK. AND THEN YOU'RE GONNA TAKE HIM INTO YOUR ASS"

"yes yes anything, yes please stop please I'll do it"

"WHEN YOUR DONE WITH K-Dawg, YOU'RE GONNA CRAWL BACK TO ME AND DO THE SAME THING"

"please stop crushing my balls, I'll do it, I'll do it."

Following Ray's response, J-Dawg let go of Ray's balls and let him fall to the mat. Ray was a naked, whimpering, groveling mess as J-Dawg lifted Ray's head so that he was facing the opposite corner where K-Dawg was standing naked with his legs spread shoulder width apart. "COME TO DADDY" he shouted.

Slowly, Ray began to crawl toward the waiting cock. The crowd began to chant: "PU - SSY, PU-SSY, PU-SSY" as Ray made his way across the ring. When he reached K-Dawg, Ray got on his knees while K-Dawg leaned back against the turnbuckle clasped his hands behind his head. The crowd continued chanting "PU - SSY, PU-SSY". Ray went to work on the cock. After a while the crowd's chants died down only to be replaced by a new chant: "FUCK-HIM, FUCK-HIM, FUCK-HIM." Tears began to roll down Rays face as he turned his back toward J-Dawg, lifted his bubble butt in an offering of his asshole and bent forward. Ray looked up to see K-Dawg in the opposite corner, leaning back with his arms folded behind his head leading the crowd's chant. Ray offered a mixture of whimpers coupled with erotic groans and moans as he experienced the humiliation and ecstasy. J-Dawg began to thrust forward rhythmically. Ray's body lunged forward with each thrust only to be pulled back by J-Dawgs grip on Ray's waist.

After a final violent thrust forward J-Dawg pull out of Ray's asshole and spewed cum onto his back. Ray collapsed forward. Almost immediately the crowd began chanting "K-DAWG, K-DAWG." J-Dawg then bent forward whispering into Ray's ear "My partners ready, get moving or you'll be sorry"

Ray struggled to his hands and knees and struggled and crawled to the opposite corner. When he got there, K-Dawg was still in his relaxed position with his hands clasped behind his head. He was still wearing his shorts. "Show everyone how much you want to suck my cock. Take off my shorts and do it nice." Ray obliged by erotically working K-Dawg's shorts off until his 11-inch cock was freed from his clothes. Then Ray worked K-Dawgs cock with his mouth.

After a while K-Dawg pulled Ray's head back and off his dick and stood him up. Ray looked beggingly at K-Dawg. K-Dawg shouted "FUCK THIS" while reaching back and delivered a hook that connected squarely on Ray's jaw. The blow spun Ray half way around before collapsing face first onto the mat. K-Dawg mounted the prone Ray ordering him to lift his ass up. Ray had no choice by to lift his butt up and relax his sphincter as K-Dawg plowed his ass mercilessly. It didn't take long for K-Dawg to shoot his load deep into Ray.

In a final act of humiliation, the two Dawgs stood Ray up and propped him back into a corner. K-Dawg then said, "Now show all these fans what a good time you had tonight and how much you enjoyed getting your ass kicked and fucked, JERK OFF!"

"Please don't make." Ray replied but before he could finish J-Dawg, who had climbed out onto the ring apron and onto the first ring rope behind Ray wrapped a sleeper hold around Ray from outside the ring.

Before synching it on he shouted: "PUSSY BOY, HAVEN'T YOU LEARNED YET, DO WHAT WE SAY OR ELSE YOU SUFFER. NOW STROKE THAT PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A COCK"

Ray did as he was ordered and began to stroke his 7" cock. J-Dawg kept the sleeper hold on Ray but eased up on the pressure keeping him conscious. Ray stroked his dick as he wheezed, gasping for air. As he approached climax he began to moan, low and soft at first, increasing in intensity until he shot his load. Just as his orgasm subsided, J-Dawg lifted up and increased the pressure on the sleeper. From inside the ring, K-Dawg began to pummel Ray with fists to his balls. Ray's body twitched several times before going completely limp. J-Dawg released the hold and Ray fell to the mat.

Ray awoke several hours later badly beaten and completely caked in dried cum. He found out later that the Dawgs invited anyone in the audience to a circle jerk onto the unconscious gym rat. At least twenty spectators took the invitation and spewed their loads on Ray. The gym was empty and dark as Ray made his way to the locker room.