Bodybuilder’s
Destruction --The Replay
Todd versus Brett
By
The Mangler
Todd
looked in the mirror and still loved the image staring back at him. He had short blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and
a slightly unshaven face. It made him
look sexier and more intimidating. At
least he thought it did. He was
classically handsome and had no shortage of admirers, both male and
female. He stood 5’8” tall and weighed 205
pounds – all of it muscles and all of it tanned. Gym workouts were his reason to be alive and
they had helped him to pack on an additional 10 pounds since his and Brett’s
last encounter. He was looking forward
to tonight in order to regain some measure of retribution from his
opponent. His previous match with Brett
had not ended well – at least for him (see Bodybuilder's
Destruction).
Todd was also a major fucking prick. He was conceited, arrogant, condescending, narcissistic and snobby. And why note, after all he was the absolute best. Now, while he did possess tremendous talent and was a good wrestler, the problem was he knew it and loved to tell people about it. And not just in the wrestling world. Also, the gym world, the work world, and the world in general. Even his friends got tired of him at times. That was why many in the crowd at his last match were so happy to see him get his comeuppance and were hoping to see it repeated. But that was “just a fluke because of bad reffing” was his reply and nothing had change because of it.
Tonight,
he chose to wear a pair of yellow wrestling trunks which nicely showed off his
tan. There was a purple stripe that ran
from the left hip down to the right.
Normally this was accentuated by his rather large cock, but tonight his
cock and balls were tucked into a protective cup to protect his assets. Last time they hadn’t been and he had paid
the price. The cup was tucked inside a jock strap to add further protection.
His
opponent for tonight was Brett. Brett
was a ref in the league in which Todd usually competed. Brett also wrestled occasionally in different
leagues. After a heated argument during one of Todd’s
matches, Brett and Todd had decided to settle the matter in the ring, but
outside the confines of their league.
They wanted a little more freedom.
The match had ended well for Brett, but not so much for Todd. Needless to say, things were not friendly
between the two.
In a
manner of supreme irony, Brett had continued to ref in the league in which Todd
primarily wrestled. And Todd actually
preferred Brett to be the ref for his matches, because he thought that Brett’s
“conscious” would cause him to be overly “protective of Todd.” Of course, this wasn’t true, but as Todd was
a good wrestler, he usually overcame most his opponents naturally. Of course, Brett let Todd think what he
would. Things had come to a fester
again, after Todd was beaten by a superior wrestler, but, of course, he blamed
Brett’s bad refereeing. Thus, the
rematch challenge was made and accepted.
The match was to occur at the Redneck Arena under the condition that
both wrestlers appeared at other Redneck Arena events to hype the upcoming
bout. Thus, their appearance at the
Christmas edition of the Redneck Arena matches.
Brett
was giving away both height and weight.
He stood 5’6” tall and weighed in at 180 pounds. He had managed to put on an additional 5
pounds. He also had well defined
muscles. But, while he was still smaller
than Todd, he wasn’t overly concerned.
He intended to use his tenaciousness, his skill and, yes, his evil
tricks to make sure he came out on top.
Jeff had
been selected to referee this matchup --again.
His first refereeing job for the Redneck Arena had been the original
matchup between Todd and Brett. He was well received by the RA commissioner and
had refereed several other matches. He
was somewhat surprised that Todd had agreed to his being the ref, but unknown
to himself, that was the only way the commissioner would sanction the match. Surprisingly, Todd had no objections. He knew that Jeff would feel bad about the
last match and so would be helpful to him. Todd’s overblown ego was often a detriment to
him. He couldn’t imagine that anyone
didn’t want to be him or help him.
The
commissioner was hoping human nature would prevail causing problems for Todd.
But as much as he had enjoyed the previous match, he was also determined to make
this matchup as fair as possible. At
least fair for him. He realized that in the Redneck Arena shortcuts would be
taken, even with good reffing, so he wanted to try to make the match seem as
fair as he could. Besides, he had
learned that the fans appreciated the creative ways in which the wrestlers
cheated.
Jeff
stood 6” tall and weighed in at 195 pounds.
He was in shape but was not nearly as shredded as Todd or Brett, but he
was still strong and could control guys bigger than him. He had forgone the pre match introductions as
he already knew how that would go.
“And now
the referee for our next match, a Redneck Arena regular, Jeeeeffff.”
As he
had been waiting for his cue, Jeff immediately appeared at the gate and walked
toward the ring. He was in the standard
attire, black and white striped shirt and black trousers. The crowd response was mostly positive and
encouraging. He leapt into the ring and
took up position in one of the neutral corners.
“The
first combatant for this match, which, as most of you know, is a return
engagement, is the loser from the first match, Tooodd.”
Todd
entered the cage and gave the announcer his most imperious stare. He then swaggered down to the ring exuding
manliness and cockiness. He also
received a favourable reaction as most fans liked him because he looked so damned
good. They also appreciated his machismo
–even if it did get on their nerves.
After
entering the ring, he walked over to Jeff and said “Well go ahead and do your ‘foreign
body’ search. But we all know you just want to feel up this magnificent body.”
He then threw his arms up into a bicep pose and flexed. Todd had put so much condescension and mockery
into the words “foreign body” that you could even hear the air quotes around
them.
“Don’t
flatter yourself,” was all Jeff said. He
then performed his pre-match check. After
realizing that Todd was wearing a cup, he gently tapped the cup and smirked
“Need a little extra protection this time?”
Todd
just laughed. As he walked away, he
said, “I wouldn’t if you knew how to do your job better, but after last time, I
am going taking some precautions.”
“And the
winner of the last match, and our next contestant, none other than the
wrestling referee (of course we don’t see much of that here do we)” the last
said with much irony and snickering.
“Here is
Breeeettt.”
Brett
entered the cage, charged down to the ring, hopped on the apron, placed both
hands on the top rope and vaulted over them only to be met midway down with a
flying dropkick from Todd. This match
was off to a fast start just like the last one.
The effect of the dropkick, occurring in mid-air, was that Brett was
catapulted back over the ropes and landed smack on his back, and the back of
his head impacted the thin mats outside the ring.
Jeff
moved to berate Todd, but as soon as Todd got up after the dropkick, he
repeated Brett’s actions by grabbing the top rope and vaulting over them. He landed with both feet in Brett’s abs
forcing Brett to double upwards as he expelled the air from his lungs. He turned toward the fans and threw his hands
up and sneered.
Jeff
made it to the floor and got between Todd and Brett.
“Hey, keep
it legal asshole.”
Todd
just turned and said “that was legal.”
“The
match hasn’t started yet so it was not, and it is outside the ring” Jeff
admonished.
“Oops,
my bad then,” Todd replied with obvious fake sincerity.
At that
moment, the bell keeper dinged the bell so that the match was now official.
As soon
as he heard the bell, Todd raced around Jeff, delivered two kicks to the
abdomen, then pulled an unresisting Brett up by the hair, grabbed the trunks,
marched him across the floor and threw him back under the bottom ropes. He then followed him back into the ring along
with Jeff.
Todd
couldn’t resist the urge to walk around the ring and pose for the cheering
fans. He finally returned to Brett, grabbed him by the hair and pulled him
up. He lifted him in the air, cross body
style, and dropped him abs first down onto his outstretched knee. He repeated
this twice more.
Todd
knew that Brett had taken some major ab abuse during his last match several
nights ago, so he was going to use that to his advantage. He knew it because he had paid Brett’s
opponent to make it happen. He stood
Brett up and applied an abdominal stretch.
He made sure that he was near the ropes so that he could grab it for
extra stretch. He was quick enough to
release the hold so that Jeff could not catch him but, by the bouncing ropes, Jeff
knew what was happening. Eventually,
Jeff did catch Todd with his hand on the rope and forced a break.
Todd
simply released the hold and allowed Brett to fall to the mat. However, he did not give Brett any time to
recover. He pulled him back up so that
they stood face to face, bent slightly, locked his arms around the lower back
and then stood up. He now had Brett in a
bearhug and he applied as much pressure as he could manage.
The crowd appreciated how the biceps stood up from the pressure.
While
the hold was mainly designed to punish the back, it also applied some pressure
to the abs. Brett tried unsuccessfully
to get out of the hold legally. Finally
getting desperate, he raked Todd across the eyes, twice, forcing him to release
the hold.
Brett
staggered backward trying to get some distance from Todd so he could
recover. Todd wasn’t cooperating
however. Even though his eyesight was
blurry, he managed to see where Brett was, lowered his shoulder and charged
toward Brett. He drove his left shoulder
into Brett’s abs and pushed him backward into the turnbuckle. When Brett hit the turnbuckle, he bent
forward over Todd’s back from the force of the blow.
Todd
wrapped his arms around Brett’s thighs, stepped back from the corner and stood
up. Brett’s abs were now cantered over
Todd’s shoulder with the navel centered over the bony prominence. Todd began bouncing Brett up and down,
slamming his shoulder into the abs with each bounce. Brett’s abs were further weakening.
Todd
then dropped Brett in the middle of the ring, dropped down by his side, locked
his legs around the mid abdomen, making sure his knee was centered near the
naval, and then locked his ankles tight and squeezed as hard as possible, while
also laying backward and bridging to increase the pain even more. He also knew
that this highlighted his musculature, which he knew is what the fans had come
to see.
Brett
was trying to pry the thighs and legs apart without success. He delivered a blow to the nuts only to
discover that Todd was wearing a cup.
The pain in his hand confirmed that.
He was briefly admonished by Jeff.
Todd
laughed and said “Not today, buttercup.”
Not to
be deterred, Brett reached up between Todd’s thighs and placed his hand on the
lower crotch. Digging around with his
fingers, he was able to find the bottom of the cup. Hooking his fingers underneath the edge, he
was then able to lift the cup outward, and also shook the cup at the same time.
After
stretching the cup out at far as he could, he released it. Suddenly Todd shrieked, unlocked his ankles
and grabbed at his crotch. Brett’s shaking
of the cup had caused Todd’s left ball to slip out of the cup, so that when
Brett released the cup, it slammed into the nut and trapped it outside of the
cup.
Seizing
the opportunity, even though his abs were screaming obscenities at him, Brett
slid to his knees, noticed the bulge at the left edge of the cup and slammed a
fist into it, causing another shriek from Todd.
“Hey,
watch the low blows,” Jeff intoned.
Brett
looked up at him with his most innocent smile and said, “I don’t know what you
mean. That was into the thigh.”
“Bullshit! Watch the low blow or I will disqualify you.”
While
this conversation was going on, Brett had reached down and locked the nut
between two of his fingers and began applying pressure, causing Todd to squirm
and wiggle around. Before Jeff could
make Brett release the hold, Todd managed to wriggle free and rolled under the
ropes to the floor. He then began to try
and loosen his trunks so that he could reach in and adjust the cup and free his
trapped ball.
Brett wasn’t
ready for that to happen, so he followed Todd out to the floor, even though as
he stood his abs cramped on him.
Jeff
also followed the wrestlers to the floor, but was moving at a slower pace.
Once
reaching the floor, Brett kneeled down by Todd and began running his hand over
Todd’s crotch. It almost looked like a
loving caress. But Brett was pushing
down and rotating the cup around so that Todd’s nut felt like it was being
sandpapered and crushed at the same time.
From his shrieks, it was obvious that it was. Jeff arrived and forced a break.
After
standing up, Brett reached down, grabbed Todd by his hair, and forced him to
his feet. Todd had no choice but to quit
working on the trunks and stand up. Once
both wrestlers were standing, Brett took a quick glance at the crowd then
grabbed Todd by one arm and whipped him face first into the cage fencing. He followed Todd in and turned so that they
were back-to-back. He then braced his
feet and pushed backward driving Todd’s full body into the fence.
Jeff
arrived “Keep the damned action in the ring” he yelled.
“But he
brought the match out here. I just
followed,” Brett whined.
Meanwhile,
one of Brett’s friends had managed to grab Todd’s nut and begin squeezing,
eliciting another howl from Todd. When
Jeff heard this, he tried to maneuver around to see what was happening but Brett
would shift to block the action.
Wrestledaddy
was one of Brett’s friend, so named because he was a “muscle daddy” with a
goatee. He was 6’ 255 pounds of muscle and cut. He was around 45 years of age. He was going to repeat an action from Todd’s
first bout. However, before he did so,
he signalled the ball squeezer who reluctantly released the nut and then maneuvered
it back into the protective cup. The
ball was throbbing and radiating incredible pain.
As his
friend was doing this, Wrestledaddy pulled out the waistband of the trunks and
manged to snag the top of the cup and pull it out as well. He then squirted a generous amount of Icy Hot
down into the cup and then released the trunks and the cup. They snapped back
into place. He then massaged the cup and
crotch smearing the cream around. As he
did so he shouted “done”. That one word
was delivered with a very sexy British accent.
Brett
then stepped away from Todd and walked toward the ring. Jeff had reached 6 on his count when this happened. Released from the pressure Todd dropped to
his knees. At first, he felt a cool
sensation from his groin but this was slowly replaced by an increasing pain and
hurt. For this wasn’t just regular Icy
Hot that had been poured in, but an Icy Hot that had been doctored with some
cayenne pepper. There wasn’t going to be
anything relaxing about this.
Todd was
holding onto his nuts and rolling around, while Jeff tried to see what was
happening and what he could do. The pain
continued to increase, especially when the cream hit the tip of his cock. He screams intensified even more.
Brett
was standing in the ring just laughing.
Jeff looked up to him and tried to give him a stern stare, but the
slight smirk was evidence that he too was enjoying this.
“Aaahh,
take them off, take them off,” Todd began to scream as he pulled at his trunks.
A
confused Jeff said, “take what off?”
“My
goddamned trunks, you moron,” Todd screamed, not processing that it isn’t a
good idea to insult the guy trying to help you.
Especially if he doesn’t particularly like you to begin with and Todd
had that effect on most people.
Jeff
just looked for a minute as Todd struggled before hearing Brett scream “Hey
man, have some humanity. If the guy wants
to strip, help him out.”
Jeff
just smirked and looked over to the commissioner who just shrugged his
shoulders. As Todd continued to beg to
“take them off”, Jeff reached up grabbed on either side of the trunks and
jerked them down and over Todd’s boots until they were off. He dropped them next to Todd. Once the trunks were off, Todd was able to
jerk down the cup and the jock strap holding it in place. Jeff completed the move by removing those as
well.
When Jeff
looked down, he could see the cream on the genitals and noticed that both the
cock and balls were very red and irritated.
Todd looked like he was jerking off as he desperately tried to wipe the
offending cream off. Jeff was all but
laughing at this point, but he picked up Todd’s trunks and dropped them into
his hands.
Todd
used the trunks to wipe as much of the cream off as he could. With them covered with cream there was no way
he was going to put them back on. He
dropped them beside himself, rolled into a fetal position and just clutched his
nuts. A single tear escaped one eye.
Jeff
kicked the trunks and the jocks closer to the fence were an audience member’s
hand reached in and removed them. No
evidence was left – as if anyone really cared.
Looking
at Todd, Jeff did feel some sympathy until Todd called out “you fucking sorry
excuse for a ref. Why don’t you do your
damned job.” The sentence came out
disjointed and squeaky.
“Fine,”
Jeff said. “Do you want to submit??”
“Of
course, he doesn’t want to submit,” Brett said as he appeared on the scene and
jabbed a judo thrust into the throat, causing Todd to choke and sputter. He
quickly followed this up by pulling Todd up and locking him in a cross-body
hold. He then charged toward the ring
post, slamming the lower back into the post.
He stepped back and did it twice more before dropping Todd to the floor.
“Watch
the throat work,” Jeff said once he finally arrived at the scene. Brett just threw his hands up in a “who me”
look as he slowly backed away from the scene followed by a berating Jeff. Once he was in front of the commissioner, he
turned and looked him in the eye.
“Where
the hell do you get these worthless pieces of shit??” he asked.
As the
commissioner started to respond, Jeff turned and walked back to check on Todd. As he did so, he stopped by the cage fence
where Wrestledaddy passed an object to him and he walked over to Todd. Todd was moaning and was not quit with
it. With his back toward the fans, Jeff
bent down and did something, but no one could see what it was. In the meantime, Brett was escalating his
argument with the commissioner trying to keep the attention focused on him. The commissioner knew exactly what Brett was
up to and was only too happy to oblige him.
Jeff picked
Todd up and slipped him back under the ropes and into the ring. He then walked over to where Brett and the
commissioner were still arguing.
“Uhh,
sorry to break this lovefest up, but you need to get back into the ring before
I count you out.”
Brett
just looked at Jeff and then took a quick look in the ring where Todd was lying
flat on his back. He smiled and said
“copacetic man” before he turned and ran back to the ring and slid under the
bottom rope. Jeff winked at the
commissioner before he too returned to the ring.
Brett walked
over to Todd and laughed a big belly laugh, which hurt like hell.
“What’s
up man,” he asked.
The fans
still weren’t quite sure what was going on.
Brett then reached down, pulled a dead weight Todd to his feet and
locked on a full nelson. He then turned
Todd in a slow circle around the ring so that everyone could see that Todd now
had a bright red ball gag lashed into place. They also noted the angry looking
cock and balls as they swung free. Brett made sure to shake Todd every few
seconds to keep the genitals swinging.
The
audience went wild applauding, laughing and cheering. Except for Todd’s few friends. They started to walk toward the commissioner
while complaining but got quite once they realized they were surround by fans
who liked what was happening. They just
sighed and stepped back. To be honest a
couple of them were secretly glad about what was about to happen -- A Redneck
Arena beatdown extravaganza. And no one was more deserving that Todd.
Jeff
re-entered the ring and saw the ball gag.
“Hey,
what the hell?” he started.
“Man, I
just found him here like this. Must have
a bondage fetish as well as a nudity fetish.”
To
maintain the illusion of an impartial ref, Jeff said “That isn’t good. We are going to have to stop this match….”
Brett
just said, “Look at the commissioner.”
The
commissioner was frantically shaking his head NO to Jeff’s last statement. Jeff just turned and said “Okay, the commish
says we can continue.”
Todd had
regained enough sense to hear this and realized what trouble he was in. He tried to shake his head no.
“You
want to submit?” Jeff asked.
Todd
frantically shook his head up and down.
“Come on
man, you know the rules, a verbal submission is required,” Jeff smirked. That wasn’t a standing rule but one that was
usually negotiated into the contract.
That wasn’t in this contract. “So, again, do you wish to submit?”
Todd’s
eyes got bigger as he now fully realized he was fucked even as he continued to vigorously
shake his head up and down. Even now his
balls and cock were still on fire.
Brett
dropped the full nelson, turned Todd toward him and slammed his right knee into
the balls, dropping Todd to the mat. He
ignored Jeff’s admonition about no low blows.
He walked behind Todd, grabbed the right wrist and forced it up behind
Todd’s back. He then walked around to Todd’s
front. He took the wrist and pulled in
upward as much as possible. He then took
his right hand, balled it into a fist, and began slamming blows down onto the
shoulder. He made sure to keep them “open slaps” so they were not illegal. They probably were but Jeff wasn’t going to
say anything.
Tiring
of this, Brett grabbed Todd by the hair, pulled him to his feet while keeping
the arm behind the back. He bent Todd
over and then charged Todd into the nearest turnbuckle. He made sure the shoulder went between the
first and second ropes and slammed full throttle into the ring post.
He
stepped back after the move and Todd stumbled back from the ring post. After taking two steps backward, he was
grabbed around the waist with one hand while the other held his hand behind his
back. Brett then lifted him up one
handed and dropped back delivering a suplex, making sure that Todd landed on
the trapped shoulder. Load grunts could
be heard from the gagged wrestler.
When
Jeff asked Todd if he wanted to surrender, moans could be heard coming out of
the gagged mouth as the head was nodding up and down. But since no words came out, Jeff did
nothing. Brett rolled to the side and
locked on a chicken wing. Todd struggled
ineffectually and moaned. Tiring of the
hold, Brett released the arm. He grabbed
the wrist and pulled the hand out perpendicular to Todd’s body. He then placed his other hand on the chest,
lifted his legs up and delivered a series of knee drops into the exposed bicep.
Brett
stood up, pulled Todd to his feet, grabbed the right wrist. He charged across the ring, pulling Todd with
him. He then leaped over the top rope
and dropped to the arena floor. As he
did, he made sure that Todd’s upper arm slammed into the top of the ring
post. As he hit the floor and released
the arm, Brett yelled “yahoo” in delight.
Todd’s
scream was muffled but could still be heard.
He stumbled back into the ring and dropped back on his ass with his left
hand reaching for his right shoulder. Brett slid back into the ring, slid behind
Todd and locked his legs around his waist and locked his ankles. He pulled Todd back into his chest and
wrapped his arms around the upper chest.
He took each of Todd’s nipples in his hand and began to stroke, gently
twist and massage.
“You
know pain and pleasure can be closely related.
You’ve definitely had the pain, so I thought I would give you a little
pleasure as well.” He then reached down
and began kissing at the ear and the neck.
Please
just let this stop. Oh shit, stop,
STOP that feels good, but how can it. My arm, cock and balls are killing
me. Fuck, why is my cock starting to
harden. This can’t be happening. Not here in front of all my fans and
friends. I give, I give.
Todd’s
brain was starting to short circuit. His
arm was screaming at him, his junk was still hurting (but better) and there was
a pleasure radiating out from his tits.
His cock started to respond, much to his embarrassment. He was trying to free himself but didn’t have
it in him.
Brett
released the nipples, unlocked his ankles and slid up to his knees. “Pleasure time is over for now, but we will
revisit it if you’re a good little jobber.
Oh
fuck, what now.
Brett
then proceeded to repeat his arm attack on the left side. Once he was done, both of Todd’s arms were
essentially useless and he was desperate for this to end. Brett then pulled Todd to his feet, stood in
front of him and locked on a double pec claw.
As he dug in, he made sure that his thumbs were massaging the nipples.
What
the fuck is happening. How can my cock
be liking this? Now both arms are
killing me, the cock and balls are still hurting and my pecs are now on
fire. But my damned cock is getting
hard?? This can’t be happening.
Pain and
pleasure were competing for dominance in Todd’s mind. His cock was responding and engorging.
Brett
flexed his knees, then suddenly stood up, raising his hands and Todd’s
body. He twisted to the right and
slammed Todd to the mat. He followed up
by sitting on the abdomen and leaning down and locking the pec claws in as hard
as he could. Todd was moaning and
shaking his head.
Oh
fuck, please just stop. Pleeease let
this be over with.
Jeff
dropped down and began counting, “One, Two,” and Brett realized that he had Todd’s
shoulders pinned to the mat. But he
wasn’t ready to stop yet, so he pulled up on one pec, lifting the shoulder off
the mat. For the next two minutes he
repeated this move whenever necessary.
Both he and Jeff could tell that Todd was approaching his limits and was
desperately wanting the match to end.
Brett
released the claw and began massaging the nipples again. Every few seconds he would deliver a fist to
the pec muscle.
“Hey man,
don’t you think it’s about time to end this?” Jeff asked
“Yeah,
maybe so,” Brett replied as he pulled an unresisting Todd to his feet. He backed him into the ropes and trapped
Todd’s extended arms between the first and second ropes.
Oh,
good this is finally going to stop. Hey,
what is he doing? Why is he tying me up
in the ropes? Oh God what is he going to
do know?
“But
first, “ he then stood back, assumed a boxing stance and began using Todd as a
human punching bag. His blows landed on
the pecs, abs and lower abs. Jeff tried
to “talk” Brett out of continuing but was finally forced to begin
counting. Once he reached 4, Brett
stopped and stood back. When Jeff went to the ropes, Brett attacked
again. This happened two more times
before Jeff screamed “One more time and it’s over with and you are
disqualified.” During this beating
Todd’s cock had deflated.
No
more, oh god, no more please. Thank you
it’s finally over and my cock has softened.
Jeff
released Todd form the ropes and he fell to the ring floor. Brett quickly pulled him back to the middle
of the ring, and turned him over. He
then began to massage the chest and nipples again. When he looked back, he could see Todd’s cock
start to stiffen again. As he continued
to massage, he would reach back every once and a while and give a gentle stroke
and jerk to the hardening cock until he felt Todd’s cock reach full engorgement
and the tip hit his buttocks.
Stop,
oh please stop. Why is that feeling so
good, shit please stop. Not here in
front of everybody. Why the hell am I
getting hard? Someone help me please
Having
achieved what he was looking for, Brett slid
off the body, grabbed Todd by the hair and pulled him to a sitting
position. He once again got behind him
and pulled him back into his chest.
He
placed his hands around the chest and began manipulating the nipples
again. “Okay, boy, I’ve still got your
abs, your legs and your crotch to work on.”
No,
no, no more. Pleeease no more, I’ve had enough, I’ll be good and leave you
alone, I promise. I give, man, I give!!
Brett
could feel Todd whimpering. “Now I have
a proposition for you. If you can get
off in the next two minutes, I’ll pin you and this will end.”
What,
what? No way man, no way. Not here. But I can’t take any more pain. Shit, I have to do this, but I don’t want
too. Wait, everyone will know I didn’t
want to. They will understand. A man has to do what he has to do.
Todd was
so desperate for this to end that he manged to force his sore right arm around
and grasped his cock. He began to stroke
faster and faster and tried to pretend he was anywhere but in the middle of the
ring in the Redneck Arena being humiliated in front of some of his friends and
a bunch of other people who were cheering at his pain and discomfort.
Why
the fuck are they cheering? This is so
humiliating.
His
stroking became faster and more intense as Brett started a countdown. His arm was killing him as the bruised
muscles were worked harder as he desperately stroked off.
Brett
announced “times up,” and one second later Todd shot off one of the biggest
loads of his life.
Sigh,
There, I did it, this is going to end.
“Oh, too
bad you just missed the cut-off.”
No,
no, nnnooo. Please man, enough is
enough, please stop, I’m begging please stop. Pleease. Oh god, don’t cry, don’t cry. You can’t cry.
Todd
tried to beg, but the ball gag made sure it was muffled. He was so frustrated that a few tears escaped
his eyes. He wasn’t sure which was more
humiliating, jerking off or crying.
“Aahh,
poor little boy. Well listen, I’ll make
you another offer. I go after your abs
or you agree to three conditions and I will pin you.” As he finished this statement, he grasped
Todd’s nipples tightly and then pulled them out from his chest. “Nod once or twice to let me know your
choice.”
Yes,
yes, yes, yes, yes. Anything, anything
you want, just yes, yes
Todd
nodded twice and then twice more.
Jeff
laughed “looks like he is anxious for your conditions.”
Brett
smirked, “Yeah he is. First condition: you agree to a handicapped match with
B&B. Nod if you agree.” Brett released one of the nipples which then
retracted back toward the chest.
Oh,
shit that hurt. What? No not those two
assholes. Okay, yeah, I can take
them. It will take a little planning but
I can take them.
Todd
jerked in pain, but then nodded.
“Second
condition: The Redneck Arena needs
someone to clean up after the matches.
That will be you. And you will
dress, or not, as instructed.” He then
released the other nipple.
Oh,
shit. Man, that might be so
humiliating. But nothing worse than
fraternity hazing. But really, I know
that sick fucker the commissioner will make this as degrading as possible. But nothing I can’t handle.
Todd
jerked again, and after considering for a second he nodded yes.
“Okay,
you’ll like this last condition. You
agree to a match with…….Daniel Wang.”
Jeff did
a double take when he heard that condition.
“Hey
remember it has to be pleasure and pain,” he laughed.
What?
With Dan? Jobber boy extreme. Of course, I agree to that. Beat the shit out of the little fuck. Too bad he is going to get the full brunt of
my anger. Nah, not really. He deserves it for being suck a fucking
pussy.
Todd
immediately nodded his head.
“Okay
Jeff, go see if the commish is agreeable to those conditions.”
Jeff
looked hesitant. “Don’t worry, I won’t
abuse him too badly while you’re gone.”
“Okay. Todd don’t go anywhere; I’ll be right back.”
As Jeff
exited the ring, Brett began manipulating Todd’s nipple again.
“Start jerking
again … or else its ab destruction time.”
No,
no no. Please, enough is enough. How am I going to look any of these guys in
the eyes again? Shit why the hell does
that feel so good. My nips are extra sensitive today. Oh, what the hell, it’s better than having my
abs destroyed.
Todd
reached down and did as he was told. To
his chagrin and amazement, he hardened again.
Jeff slid back into the ring and said, “The commish agrees, but he also
wants a six-month exclusive contract with Todd boy here for wrestling.
Oh
yeah, that feels so good, oh man the nips, the cock they feel so good, even
though they still hurt. What? He asked something. Oh shit, just nod and agree. How bad can it be?
At this
point was lost in the joy and just nodded.
Brett wasn’t sure Todd even knew what he was agreeing to but he didn’t
really care. For the second time, Todd
ejaculated in front of a large crowd. As
he finished cumming, he realized what he had done and turned red.
Fuck. Did I just cum again. How fucking embarrassing. Here I’ve gotten beaten by a smaller piece of
shit and I just ejaculated again at his command. FUCK.
Both
Brett and Todd laughed as did the entire audience. Brett slid back and allowed Todd to drop flat
to the mat. He raised Todd’s leg as he
dropped across his chest. He took his
hand wrapped it behind the thigh and grabbed Todd’s balls to hold him in
place. Jeff could see it but choose to
ignore it.
Come
on man. I’ve done everything you wanted
so stop please stop. Aahhh thank god it
is now over.
He
counted three and the bell rang. Brett
dropped the balls and stood up. Jeff
raised his hand as the winner. The crowd
cheered and applauded. Brett walked over
and placed his boot on Todd’s chest.
“That’s
twice now. You really don’t want to do this
a third time, do you.”
What
the fuck do you think asshole, of course I don’t want to do this again. Instead,
I want to beat your motherfucking ass!!
Brett
and Jeff exited the ring. They then
turned back and pulled Todd out and draped his arms over their shoulders. He was escorted back to the locker room to
the jeers, cheers, tuants and insults from the audience. Upon arrival there, the ball gag was removed.
Great,
can this day get any worse. Now I have been
walked naked back to the locker room by asshole and his buddy the asshole
referee. They both will pay.
They
forced a pair of shorts onto Todd and then handed him his partially finished
bottle of water.
“Drink,”
was all Brett said.
As Todd
started to object, Brett reached down and grabbed him by his junk. Todd drank.
After he finished the bottle, they escorted him to the back door, which
they opened and pushed him out. He
turned back to the door.
“You can
pick up the rest of your stuff tomorrow.” The door then slammed and no one
would respond as he banged on it.
Apparently,
this day can get worse. At least they
let me have some water.
Todd
looked around hoping to see some of his friends. But they had already left – either out of
disgust or happiness. Even they weren’t 100% sure.
He
realized that he would have to walk home.
He turned, started to walk, and tried to assume his normal swagger. However, that wasn’t possible as he was
covered in his own cum, was wearing a pair of short shorts, and his balls were
throbbing. The humiliation was
ongoing. But as he walked home his true
self continued to reassert himself as be began to plot revenge.
“Okay,
those two assholes are going to get it,” he began to mumble as he walked
home. “No one gets away with doing that
shit to me. Me, this perfect example of
masculinity and manhood. No, they got lucky twice but not the next time.”
He then
felt himself begin to get hard again. “What the fuck he murmured” as he dropped
his hand over his crotch to hide the growing erection. He increased his pace as he needed to get
home soon.
After
the door slammed shut, Brett and Jeff turned back toward the locker room. They
stopped when they heard the banging going on but laughed and continued on to
the locker room.
“Think
he’ll ever figure out that his water was laced with super potent Viagra,” Brett
asked.
Jeff
turned and looked at him and then busted out laughing. “I was wondering why the hell he was getting
hard while getting the shit beat out of him.
Damn you are devious. And the crowd will never be the wiser.”
“I am
devious now. I used not to be but I am
now. Just remember that if you ever
decide to cross me. Oh, and thanks for
the gag.”
“I don’t
know what you are talking about,” Jeff protested as he high fived Brett.
The
commissioner was in very high spirits.
He had Todd for six months, already had two matches set up and was
thinking of many other ways to “use” Todd.
Yet another hot story, thanks.
ReplyDeleteThanks. There wasn't supposed to be a follow up match. But since the original was the origins of the redneck
ReplyDeleteArena, I thought it would be fun to look back and update it.
Most of my original stories were one shot deals with perhaps a hint of things to come -- but never planning to write those things. So I sorta ran low on ideas. It wasn't until i decided to do a "serial" style story telling that i became motivated again. But that style has its drawbacks as well -- the stories can't be quite so final. Trying to find a happy medium.
Although have one or two ideas perculating for an "original" violent one shot Mangler style match.
Super hot story! And a match with cumface? Cant wait to read about that match up
DeleteGlad you liked it. The match with cumface should be good -- just have to get inspiration to write it.
ReplyDeleteDamn Mangler, you are on a roll! Each story gets better than the last! Keep up the awesome work!
ReplyDeleteThanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Sometimes I wonder if others really like what I do.
DeleteWonder no more, I love what you do. It compliments and fuels my own fantasies.
ReplyDeleteThanks. I always appreciate feedback on my stories. Let's me know if anyone is enjoying them or not.
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