Bodybuilders Destruction -- The Replay

 

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.