Start the Count

 [This is something a little different for me.  I have debated back and forth over whether or not to post this, but I have decided to proceed.  The issue for me is that t his is NOT a story I wrote, and is NOT a story one of my other writers wrote.  It is a story that I found on the internet many years ago and found to be hot as hell. It is one of my favorite wrestling stories.  I do not know who the author is so I can't credit him.  While I loved the story, I also "added" something to it when I read it.  I recently have "Manglerized" the story -- i.e. I have edited it to include those additions that I made in my mind.   Today I am publishing the original story as written.  In two weeks, I will publish my "Manglerized" version.  I have always hated it when someone has taken one of my stories and claimed credit for it --either as written of by "editing" it by changing the names of the characters.  I have never objected if someone republished it and gave me credit.  So I find this a little in the "gray" area.  I don't know the author but LOVE the story.  So I am going to publish the original and then the edited version.  Let me know what you think.  ps.  I didn't know that WWE have a match setup similar to this until just recently.  Haven't regularly watched them in years.]

Start the Count

By

Unknown

It was an unusual contest to say the least. The venue was packed with the audience somewhat mystified by the fact that the entrance the wrestlers would take into the arena was protected by a fully enclosed cage and they were going to be watching the match from behind a floor to ceiling glass screen. The reasons why would become apparent.

Ahead of the contest, two wrestlers had to bring together a team of five wrestlers each with the combined weight of each team being the same.

There were to be only three bouts this particular evening, two singles matches and then a three-on-three contest with a difference. The rules of the competition were simple.

Before the meet, both teams without knowledge of the other would chose who would take part in each match. The combined weight for the three on three had to be equal. The singles matches would be regular bouts which would be strictly applied by the referee’s rules with a pin or a submission to win the contest. The final match would be unique in that there were to be few rules.

The six wrestlers would start the contest in individual locked cages. Each had each been drawn a number, with one chosen at random from each team to start the contest. After ten minutes of the contest another number would be drawn and they would join the contest after another ten minutes another until all six combatants were involved in the fray.

The referee would be outside the ring and would simply be involved in count outs and adjudicating on knock outs.

The singles matches passed fairly uneventfully and as the teams went into the final threesome match the score was tied at one bout each.

As the two teams of wrestlers entered the arena it was obvious to the crowd that the teams had chosen different tactics. As they faced off in the centre of the ring the difference was there for all to see.

The Mavericks had chosen three guys of equal weight each at about 210 pounds and about 6 feet tall.

The Persuaders had chosen two bigger guys, weighing in at 225 pounds each and standing over 6 feet two inches. The third guy weighed in at 175 pounds and stood just over 5 feet 8 inches tall. They had talked long and hard about tactics. They knew the Mavericks were good wrestlers who had little regards for the rules and liked to hurt their opponents. They had gambled on the fact that by picking two bigger guys they would be able to subdue the Mavericks and considered the risk of the smaller guy being first out of the hat as a reasonable one to take.

The Mavericks stood there in all their 26-year-old muscular glory. Each had short cropped hair, shaved down muscular bodies and skin tight white trunks that showed off their cocks and balls in all their glory. For the event they had each had tattooed the team name on their chest – just above the right nipple.

The reason for the tight gear was quite simple: the ladies in the crowd got turned on by the action and after each event there would be a queue of dripping women panting for a closer look. The Mavericks usually obliged, but liked to treat the women as they treated their opponents, selfishly, mean, nasty and with disdain. They always ended the evening satisfied, but the ladies always ended the night humiliated and ashamed.

The Persuaders were a crew to be reckoned with and not to be taken lightly. The bigger guys Tom and Hank had slightly hairy barrel like chests, big muscular arms and legs to match. Both wore blue trunks.

The smaller guy was a real rookie and was starting to wonder what his older brother Tom had got him in to. Tom had argued that even though he was only eighteen and still had some growing to do he was agile and was great in the school wrestling team and had nothing to worry about. I suppose he had the build of a swimmer, but his body was not yet fully developed if you know what I mean. He was a good-looking boy, smooth features, almost girlish and long blonde hair that hung loose around his shoulders. Sure, the muscles in his arms were there to be seen and he had the starting of a six pack in his flat belly with the little blonde treasure trail, but he just seemed kind off insubstantial as he stood in his tracksuit trousers amongst his better built, more solid team mates and opponents.

The match was about to begin and each wrestler took to their individual cages and the doors were locked. The announcement was made to the crowd that the first combatant was to be released.

An expectant hush descended and with a gentle hiss the electronic cage door of the kid swung open.

The kid looked terrified, they said that this wouldn’t happen and as he climbed in to the ring, moved to his corner, the cage door of Bret the first of the Mavericks swung open. Bret turned to his compatriots and gave the thumbs up - they had the first advantage.

He climbed in to the ring walked to the corner and turned to face the kid for the first time. He had the 4-inch height advantage, but the thirty pounds weight advantage should be the deciding factor. Hell, he was a hard bodied experienced brawler up against an undeveloped, inexperienced teenager. This was going to be fun.

The tactics were simple, the kid had to avoid trouble and hope that he’d be rescued and the Maverick had to bust the kid as there could be a bigger opponent coming at him in ten minutes. He wasn’t scared of tackling the bigger guy, but knew that if he couldn’t damage the kid, the two on one he would find himself in might not be all that pleasant.

The bout itself started disappointingly, the harder the Maverick tried to get close and use the high impact moves, the more the kid ducked, span and rolled out of trouble. The kid even got one or two kicks to the Bret’s knee, which slowed him down and made him very angry. As the announcer informed the crowd that the third wrestler was to be released, the kid was probably ahead on points.

The crowd looked to the cages, the wrestlers in the ring looked up at the hiss of the cage door and the second Maverick, Brad stepped out, struck the body builders pose and strutted in to the ring – his huge bulge leading the way! The advantage had certainly swung in their favor.

Everyone knew the kid was in serious trouble. His only hope was to dodge his two opponents, but how long could he do that for? His energy levels were already low after the first ten minutes and he knew he didn’t have the strength or stamina to hold out for long.

He wasn’t wrong, with one dude approaching from the front and one from the rear it was inevitable he would get caught. Within seconds he felt Brad’s muscular arm around his chest from behind and he was trapped. He wasn’t prepared for what happened next. His attacker at the rear put his hand down inside the back of his tracksuit reached between his legs and cupped his eighteen-year-old balls - at first fondling and weighing them and then squeezing them – hard! The kid squealed in pain and doubled forward at ninety degrees, a big mistake really. Bret ran across the ring, back off the ropes at speed and landed his knee under the chin of the boy sending him spinning through the air.

As he lay motionless on the canvas the Bret spat at him “That’s for kicking my knee you little bastard” and then gave him a kick in the ribs for good measure.

That few seconds’ action had certainly slowed the kid right down and the Mavericks looked forward to winning the contest with ease.

What followed was frightening, the two Mavericks in total silence took the kid apart with drop kicks, knee drops, slaps and punches, with hardly a token blow in resistance.

The announcer informed the crowd that the fourth wrestler was to enter the contest. The Mavericks in the ring prepared themselves for some real resistance at last and the kid just prayed for some help. The cage door hissed and Maverick number three, Billy, entered joined his friends in the ring.

What followed wasn’t wrestling, real showboating and grandstanding stuff mostly. The Mavericks posed, strutted and goaded their caged opponents. They found time to beat up some more on the kid, but their tactics were to conserve their energy because the big guys were coming. As the ten minutes approached they each punched the kid in the gut and trapped him in the ropes like a fly in a spider’s web. They planned to eat him later and the kid moaned softly because he knew it.

The cage door opened and Tom ran out of the cage at full speed. Anger drove him to clear the ropes and he was going to kill those guys who had beaten up his little brother. However, blind rage was blind stupidity and a kick in the balls soon had him down and rolling about the canvas in agony.

The Mavericks wanted to end this quickly, the man was a bigger opponent and they couldn’t risk him getting at them. Three on one was in their favor but he might get lucky.

Tom lay face down with both hands clutching his balls. Bret was the first to attack applying a strangle hold, Billy and Brad then took their turns dropping elbows to Tom’s exposed back.

The strangle hold was still applied as the Mavericks moved to the turnbuckle and removed the protective padding, leaving the metal post exposed.

Tom was dragged to his feet by the three men, grabbed by the arm by the leader and swung across the ring with tremendous force into the corner. People said afterwards that the force was such that the whole ring moved three inches. Tom bounced off the corner post and writhed around the ring in agony.

All three men went to work on his back, using knees, fists and head. Tom was screaming for submission, but that wasn’t in the rules and the Mavericks were not about to give up.

An abdominal stretch applied by one of the heels, with one punching Tom’s gut and the other slapping his face ended his resistance.

At last they decided to finish it. Bret climbed up onto the top ropes in the corner, Billy and Brad lifted Tom up feet first and number one pile drove his head to the canvas from the top rope. He wasn’t going to wake up from that one anytime soon and as the medics carted him out of the ring the crowd fell silent.

At last the contest resumed and the final contestant entered the fray. He had no stomach for a fight and self preservation was his motivator. He gave himself up fairly easily and the Mavericks didn’t mind as they really only had one thing on their mind. A few slaps a schoolboy pin and he was on his way to the dressing room with his dignity destroyed.

The three Mavericks turned to the kid who had watched the whole proceedings from his position tangled in the ropes. He started to struggle, but was caught.

“Hey, slow down punk” said one of the Maverick heels as he delivered a couple of hard slaps to the jobber’s face. “We hear you’re a decent fighter and we’re going to give you a chance – we’ll wrestle you one on one. Its good practice for us, eh boys?”

The kid didn’t have a lot of choice in the matter as two men stepped out of the ring behind him to release him to his fate.

Brad stood directly ahead of him, hands on hips with his muscular body gleaming with sweat. The kid stood there like a startled rabbit caught in the headlights of a car.

He had to evade his captors, but as he started to run from his position on the ropes two pairs of hands from outside the ring grabbed his ankles and he went down face first. As he crashed to the floor he felt the agony of the first elbow across the back of his neck and he just knew things weren’t looking good.

“OK kid, I really need to improve my work on the back” grinned Brad.

The long blond hair was used to drag the kid off the floor, hand on the crotch upward lift and a powerful body slam that shook the ring followed, with the move immediately repeated.

The other two guys entered the ring and it was high fives all round as they stood laughing over their weakened opponent.

The next move wasn’t long in coming. The kid on his back, Brad standing facing him with his feet in his hands,  a lean back, levering the kid in to the ropes, two strong hands in the chest viciously pushing him back down with the small of his back crashing into the raised knees of the ‘Back Master’

As it had gone so well, a pull up with the hair and another body slam was executed on the hapless victim. The long blond hair was used again to pull the kid to his feet, an arm between his legs, an arm around his shoulders, a lift into the air and the snap of his back as he dropped across the knee of the far stronger wrestler. He rolled around the canvas clutching his back in agony.

“How do you like that boy? I think that we need to practice our other holds right now”

The hold he had in mind was his favourite as it caused a lot of pain for not a lot of effort. The kid on his back, the Back Master at his feet, the Kid braced for another journey to the ropes and back, but not so this time. The heavier, taller, more muscular stud had no difficulty turning his eighteen-year-old, lighter, smaller and weakened opponent in to the perfect Boston crab.

The Kid almost snapped in half tried to take the weight on to his arms and push against the pressure being applied by his opponent sitting on his back and pulling his legs, but the other two Mavericks kicking his arms away every time he got into position saw to it that he would fail.

He screamed in agony for a submission, but of course that wasn’t in the rules all he could do was beg for mercy from his captors. His torturer only laughed as he released one leg to change the hold to a single crab and used his free hand to reach between the kids legs and squeeze his balls.

The Back Master had to take care that the Kid didn’t pass out as then the contest (and the fun) would be over. He needed a rest anyway, so he broke the hold to allow one of his mates to take over.

Billy had a bit of a thing about the joints. He liked nothing more than applying pressure that could permanently damage an opponent. Since the Kid was already on the mat and by this stage lying quite still softly moaning to himself, some simple stomping on knees and elbows was a reasonable start to make on the damage process. He then was dragged over to the edge of the ring, his right leg draped over the bottom rope and the Mavericks each took it in turns to drop on to the exposed knee.

This move was quickly followed by a series of wrist locks, arm locks, leg locks and ankle locks all held for an unreasonable amount of time and all applied hard, then released, then immediately applied hard again. The Kid screamed and screamed at the intensity of this prolonged torture, but he couldn’t escape.

The final hold in this stage of the punishment? The trusted figure four leg lock applied from a standing position as Billy’s team mates took turns to drop elbows into the kids’ ribs.

“My turn now” shouted Bret and the kid was released.

The other two hoisted the kid to a standing position, Bret approached from the rear; put his arms round his neck. His biceps bunched as he applied tremendous pressure. Being shorter and lighter the kid was lifted off his feet and his arms and legs flailed uselessly as he tried to break out of this hold. As the kids’ body started to relax he was unceremoniously dropped in a heap to the canvas, where he was shortly joined by his tormentor, who wrapped his powerful legs round his midriff and squeezed. The kid tried to scream, but couldn’t as all the air was taken out of him. When he was on the verge of passing out the hold was released and once more the three Mavericks stood over the hapless victim.

Bret was not yet finished and a front head scissors was the next move to be executed. The handsome boy’s head crushed between the thighs of the muscular stud, with his face pressed against the white trunk encased crotch stopping him from breathing. A crotch that was showing disturbing signs of life, with the penis stiffening against the pressure of the contact.

Bored with the one on one, the team decided to get some real action.

Up to this point the crowd had been shouting and screaming their disgust at the treatment that had been dished out, but as the three wrestlers circled their prone opponent they grew quiet.

First, they pulled the kid to a standing position, Billy applied a full nelson, lifting the kid off his feet, and Bret took the kids nipples, one in each hand and pinched them hard. Once again, the screaming only bought about more laughter and nipple pincher stepped away and with the kid still caught in a full nelson, the Brad slipped his arms around the kid’s midriff and applied a bear hug. The kid could do nothing in response, his smooth upper body against the smooth upper body of the bigger man, chest to chest, nipple to nipple, unable to use his arms, unable to take the weight and pressure off by using his legs he was slowly having the life crushed from him.

Again, the Mavericks didn’t want this to end, so they released the hold and stepped back to let the kid recover enough for the next punishment, which wasn’t long in coming.

Pulled to his feet by his hair, head between his opponents’ legs, positioned ready for a double armed suplex and ‘bam’ pain as the full force of a punch from the side caught him in the stomach followed by agony as a forearm between the legs connected with his balls and then flying though the air as the suplex was delivered landing hard on his back that had already taken so much pain.

This is not what the audience had come for, but the Mavericks were enjoying themselves more than they thought was possible. It now became obvious why the glass screen had been erected; the rioting crowd would have loved to save that young boy, but were unable to do so. The noise was deafening as the three heels once again, like vultures circled their prey.

Wrestling moves were now forgotten and causing pain was the intension. The kid was helpless and couldn’t protect himself against the onslaught.

The kid flat on his back on the canvas, heel number one sitting with one foot planted on each of the kid’s shoulders, stretching both the poor boy’s arms above his head. The second heel lay at the boys’ feet spreading his legs agonisingly wide and the third heel staring down at the totally exposed torso, stomach and crotch of the now defenseless kid.

Bret slowly positioned himself kneeling across the boy’s chest facing his feet. A quick pull and twist of both nipples and then in to a double handed claw hold on the kids’ flat stomach which left the boy writhing against his captors. Slipping backwards slightly, Billy astride the boy hunched down so his crotch ground into the kids face, their bodies chest to chest and the poor kids’ balls taking more punishment as they were roughly grabbed, twisted and pulled.

The three wrestlers again rolled away leaving the kid holding his busted balls.

“Hey, this is almost as good as sex” laughed Bret. The three wrestlers’ eyes met and they knew what they were going to do next without a word being spoken.

They dropped on the kid and between them managed to pull the track suit from the him. Now the kid may not be fully developed in the muscle stakes, but a huge pair of balls, an 8” uncut cock and a mass of curly blonde pubic hair was certainly a site to make women moist and some men for that matter.

The referee entered the ring.

“Stop, stop, this isn’t what’s supposed to happen – you are disqualified”

“No rules ref, we’ll tell you when you are required”

They bundled the referee towards the ropes and using the kids track suit they soon had him tied in a position where he could see but not move.

The boys’ exposed package was too much of a target for the Mavericks, they roughly pushed the boy to the floor, one astride his chest facing his feet, one pulling the uncut penis up towards the kids belly lifting his balls and the third punching those exposed balls.

They then lifted the boy to his knees, with one supporting him on each side, Bret standing in front of him with his hand squeezing his throat whilst he rubbed his crotch in to his face until his prick was totally hard.

“OK sonny, open your mouth”

The kid shook his head in defiance, but a kick in the balls soon weakened that resistance.

The heel pulled down his white trunks and his thick rock hard throbbing cock bobbed in front of him. He rubbed his hand up and down the shaft a couple for times until his purple knob, glistened and looked fit to burst. He grabbed the kids’ hair in both hands, shoved his cock down his throat and proceeded to slowly face fuck his good looking young opponent.

“Hey guys, do you want some of this?” Force him forwards on his knees”

The kids face was pushed to the canvas and his backside was raised and exposed. Bret who had been filling the Kid’s face positioned himself at the rear, spread his butt cheeks and forced his throbbing member into the virgin arsehole.

The two other sadistic heels wasted no time in getting their cocks out and soon both were kneeling in front of the boy with their throbbing erections stuffed in his mouth. As they entered that beautiful mouth they turned to each other and kissed a hard kiss with tongues entwined.

This action continued for a few minutes.

“Want a piece of this ass?”

The three wrestlers disengaged and stood looking down at the boy with cocks standing proudly above big hairy balls.

The boy was out of it at this stage his beautiful naked body lying abused and broken.

“OK man you lie down and we’ll put the punk astride you, you can stuff your cock in his ass from there, you get behind him on top and do the same and I’ll use that pretty mouth”.

In seconds the kid had two cocks ripping his arse to shreds as they jack knifed in and out and one huge throbbing cock in his mouth.

With a grunt the mouth man erupted and squirted his hot jizz down the Kids throat. It wasn’t long before the cocks up the arse bucked and shot their loads in to that tight, orifice.

Once again, the wrestlers withdrew. They walked over to the referee, wiped their cum soaked cocks on his shirt and pulled on their trunks.

“Now we’re ready for you”

The kid lay motionless on the canvas softly moaning, cum oozing from his mouth and butt where it mingled with blood.

The Mavericks strutted over and took up their positions for what would be the final act of the bout, Billy with a body scissors, Brad with a scissors around the kid’s throat and Bret at the kids head ready to give the signal.

As the word was given, two pairs of smooth muscular thighs squeezed and one hand came over the boy’s mouth, pinching his nose leaving the kid unable to breath. The naked kid bucked and struggled but eventually lay motionless. The holds were released.

“OK ref, start the count”