[This is the original version of a story by an unknown author. It is a follow up to Start the Count which I had published earlier. In the next couple of weeks I will publish the Manglerized version of the story.]
The Ref’s revenge
Author unknown
The three-man team contest had caused quite a stir in
wrestling circles. Obviously due to the extreme brutality it disappeared from
main stream, but a network of competitions soon started to flourish, all held
behind glass to prevent audience participation.
Bret was bigger, taller, and stronger and had already beaten the younger guy once, so the challenge was readily accepted.
The contest was about to start. Bret entered the ring looking really impressive. Short cropped hair, muscular 26-year-old shaven body and trade mark skin tight white trunks showing of the outline of his cocks and balls in all their glory. He glanced over and noticed the referee – the same schmuck who was involved in the last contest.
“Hey ref, I hope you’ve washed your shirt!”
The kid, Scott climbed in to the ring through the top and middle rope. Still with the swimmers build, but now with knots of hard muscle on his arms, defined pecs and a washboard stomach. He’d obviously been working hard since his defeat. Gone were the track suit bottoms and in were skimpy black Speedos, nicely filled, with wisps of blond pubic hair, just showing over the top. The long hair had gone and was now much shorter, but the frightened look that he had when he last entered the ring was gone to be replaced by a look of steely determination.
“Hey, gay boy, I see you’ve cut your hair. Well, I suppose, I’ll just have to hold on to your ears when I face fuck you, you useless lump of shit.”
The contest was to begin.
Bret was still the bigger and stronger man, but the gap had been narrowed and he wasn’t prepared to take any chances.
The wrestlers came together in the centre of the ring and immediately the kid arm rolled Bret across the ring. Bret attacked again, but soon found himself across the ring as a result of the same move. He gingerly got to his feet rubbing his arm and shoulder.
He approached the Kid with hand outstretched ready to shake.
“Good move Kid”
But the Kid was not to be kidded and before the Maverick could react, he had been kicked in the gut, doubled forward to be immediately put into a side headlock. The Kid squeezed and pulled at Bret’s trapped head working a very painful move. Bret couldn’t escape, he tried pulling and pushing, he tried to grab the Kid’s crotch, but every time he tried to counter, the hold was applied tighter and his hands involuntary went to the forearm of the Kid to try to put pressure on him to release the hold.
The Kid knew that this hold wasn’t going to finish the fight and that he would have to break it, so he did with a couple to hard punches to the face. Bret went down in a sitting position holding his face and the Kid grabbed the opportunity to cup the back of Bret’s neck in both hands, somersault over his back pulling Bret’s head face down towards the canvas. Bret sprung backwards holding the back of his neck which was agony.
Bret had a big problem; he hadn’t had a single offensive move in the match yet and the Kid was starting to take control. He was experienced though and his superior strength and cunning would see him through. He stayed down, waiting for the Kid to approach and as he neared, he lunged at him with a clenched fist hard into the Kid’s balls.
The Kid squealed as he rolled over and over around the ring with both hands firmly embedded in his crotch to offer the protection that was a bit late in coming. Bret already knew that the Kids resistance had been broken and was ready for a slow demolition job leading to victory and total humiliation.
He pulled the Kid to his feet, positioned himself behind him and applied a standing surfboard, twisting and stretching the Kid’s abdomen and adding extra pressure by using the ropes for leverage. The Kid screamed in agony, but there was to be no rescue. When Bret had had enough, he released the rope and used his free arm to deliver a vicious back elbow into the Kid’s exposed side. The Kid dropped to the canvas and lay motionless.
Lifting the Kid into a full nelson, he tripped the Kid and drove his face down hard in to the canvas.
He turned away from the broken boy and punched the air in victory. He climbed on to the middle rope facing the crowd, struck the body builders pose, crotch thrust forward. He then moved to the next corner, climbed the ropes rubbing his package suggestively. The Kid was going to get it.
To his utter surprise he felt a hand on the top of his trunks, one on his back and before he knew it he was somersaulting across the ring landing on his front. The wind was knocked out of him and soon he was trying to protect himself against a barrage of kicks raining down on his head. The Kid grinned down at him.
“What the fuck, how did you recover so quickly, you were out cold?”
The Kid said nothing but looked across at his identical twin brother, who was slowly regaining his senses. Bret followed his gaze and looked around trying to catch the attention of the ref. When he did, the ref winked at him.
It was now two on one in the twin’s favour, revenge time.
They each took one of Bret’s muscular arms and pulled him backwards towards the ropes. He struggled, but was unable to make any impact on the twins. It was only seconds before he found his arms entangled in the ropes, with one twin in front of him (fuck knows which one) and one outside the ring holding his ankles and preventing him from kicking out.
These three wrestlers were all straight with a capital ‘S’, but it is a fact readers, that unwarranted sexual contact between two straight men is the ultimate humiliation and forced sex male on male it is the worst possible degradation.
Scott was the twin in front of Bret and he slowly reached across and peeled down the trade mark skin tight white trunks exposing to all the cock and balls that Bret but a few minutes before had been promising to show the crowd himself. He knew his balls were going to get a busting.
Scott reached across, cupped those balls in his hand and gently pulled the foreskin away from Bret’s knob head. He slowly ran his hand up and down the cock shaft whilst fondling and stroking those balls. Bret felt himself start to harden. He blushed red at the realisation that he was being turned on sexually, in public by the actions of another man. The Kid continued to gently fondle and stroke and soon Bret’s rock-hard throbbing penis was waving in the air.
Still no punishment to the balls, and yet more stroking. Bret was starting to find it quite pleasurable. At that moment unbeknown to him, twin number two was licking his middle finger. Soon that finger had found Bret’s arse hole and was slowly being pushed in and out. Bret closed his eyes and moaned softly. The twins continued to pleasure Bret until with a grunt and shudder he squirted his load across the ring.
Scott peeled Bret’s trunks right off.
“We’ll have to wipe that up or someone might slip on it” he said as he used those trademark white trunks as a cleaning rag before tossing them out of the ring.
A couple of sharp punches to the kidney area soon woke Bret from the after ejaculation stupor. A drop kick to the stomach soon changed the moans of ecstasy to groans of agony as the twins double teamed him using high impact manoeuvres.
Forearm smashes to his chest from behind, vicious slaps across his face from the front; he soon hung naked and dazed from the ropes. As the twins untangled his arms he slumped to the floor.
The twins weren’t ready to rest and certainly weren’t finished with the fight as they each took an ankle and a wrist and lifted the Maverick face down from the floor, carried him across the ring, tossed him in the air allowing him to drop face first to the canvas from a height of about nine feet.
Bret rolled away clutching his bruised ribs, but couldn’t roll away from the two pair of hands that grabbed him under the shoulders to lift him to his feet. He found himself hoisted in the air and dropped face down with his neck over the top rope.
The twins paused for a breather, the sweat trickling down their toned, supple bodies.
The Maverick tried to raise his naked body from the floor, but the twins were on him, a camel clutch and a boston crab applied at the same time pouring on more agony. Tired of those holds, the twins broke and waited for the fallen opponent to gain some sense.
Scott remembered the painful holds that had been applied to him before his final humiliation and wanted to exact as much revenge as possible. He hoisted Bret to his feet, grabbed his arm and swung him towards the corner post. Bret braced for the impact, but instead of releasing, Scott jerked hard on his arm which meant Bret’s full weight was suddenly working against his shoulder joint and it hurt. Brett went down clutching his injured shoulder and the twins fell on him, trapped him with his face to the canvas, one holding his good arm in an arm bar behind his back, while the other extended his injured arm on the canvas where he dropped his knee at least a dozen times hard on to the damaged shoulder.
Any fight that may have been in Bret was now all gone as he was useless with an arm that he could no longer use.
He soon found himself back in a full nelson, with Scott in front of him grinning for the first time in a long time. Scott slowly bent forward taking one of Bret’s nipples in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he did so. He then cupped Bret’s balls gently in his hands and slowly started to fondle them. Bret began to harden again, but pleasure turned to excruciating pain as teeth clamped on the nipple and the hands that had been so gentle squeezed hard on the hairy scrotum. Bret screamed and screamed, but Scott was not going to relent and bit and squeezed long after Bret passed out with the pain.
“Enough Bro’”
Bret slid to the floor and the twins arranged him so he was lying on his back; time for the final humiliation.
Scott reached out to his brother and slipped down the Speedos exposing his eight-inch uncut cock and his brother did likewise. Scott leaned across and licked the shaft until the eight-inch cock on his angelic brother throbbed rock hard. The second Twin leaned over and sucked on the end of his brother’s huge penis until he was in the same state of readiness.
There was nothing wrong with that. As brothers growing up, it was much more fun to have someone else’s hand masturbating them before they settled down to sleep and eventually, they discovered that mouths and tongues were welcome accessories.
The twins masturbated each other over the beaten man until simultaneously the cum erupted from their weapons, splashing on the face and neck of their victim. When they had finished, they stood over Bret for a few minutes and finally, taking their now limp penises in hand, they sent streams of steaming yellow piss splashing onto the battered beaten body of their opponent.
The contest over, they left the ring.
The referee watched all of this with a glint in his eye and a raging hard-on in his pants. He lusted after the twins, but the build and body of the Maverick was his ideal. Being fat and ugly he would never get a gay guy looking like that and the chance of persuading a straight guy was non existent.
He saw his opportunity and climbed in the ring, quickly stripped of his clothes revealing a fat, sweaty hairy body, but with a thick hard penis standing proudly to attention. He turned Bret over face down and using some of the twin’s spent cum for lubrication immediately rammed his cock up Bret’s arse and fucked him hard and fast.
Bret’s perfect, if not slightly damaged human body began to stir which led to the ref’ humping becoming more intense and with a final scream of triumph he rammed his knob deep into Bret’s arse sending jizz erupting in great spouts deep into that abused orifice.
As he rolled away from Bret to make his exit before the wrestler fully regained consciousness, he couldn’t help but think how sweet revenge is.
excellent!
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