Tag Team Chaos: Jackson/Ryan vs Travis/Vince

 

 Tag Team Chaos:

Jackson/Ryan versus Travis/Vince

By

The Mangler

 There is an unusual excitement in the air of the Redneck Arena tonight because the main event is a tag match that features four unknown wrestlers.  Usually, at least one of the wrestlers has either wrestled here before or is known to the crowd.   But not tonight.

The first team is Jackson and Ryan.  They are friends of B&B and have been training for the last couple of years.  They have avoided most of the usual independent leagues, preferring to train anonymously; so much is unknown about them.  Per B&B, they are a skilled and knowledgeable team and are well-prepared for the Redneck Arena.

Their opponents are Travis and Vince. They are a Canadian tag team that is largely unknown to the vast majority of American fans. The major league they wrestle in includes a lot of sexual activity and domination.  However, they are very skilled pro wrestlers.  This combination makes them almost perfect candidates for action at the Arena.

“And now for our main event of the evening.  First off, let's meet our ref for this match, the infamous “Tits” Taylor.”

The crowd whoops and cheers as the ref enters the cage.  Taylor earned the nickname “Tits” when it was discovered that his nipples were directly attached to his cock.  What makes this more intriguing is that Taylor is straight.  However, that had not stopped B&B from taking advantage of him on several occasions.

Taylor, 6 feet tall and 215 pounds, is extremely handsome. His upper body is all muscle and cut as hell. You could see almost every individual muscle fiber. His washboard abs looked like they could be used to grate granite like a block of cheese and were on proud display, as were his pecs, as his stripped ref’s shirt looked to be applied as a second skin.  

Entering the cage, Taylor plays up to the crowd, which is highly unusual for him as he is normally strictly business. However, it seems he is developing an understanding of how the Arena works and is choosing to embrace it instead of ignoring it. Therefore, he decided to wear this tight shirt instead of his usual attire. He jogs down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope before standing in the middle of the ring.

“Tonight, we have Jackson and Ryan as the first of our new tag teams.”

The cage door opens, and two drop-dead gorgeous men enter.  They are very similar in physical attributes.  Both are blond-haired with wavy locks that extend to just above their shoulders.  One is blue-eyed, while the other is green-eyed.  They stand at 5’10” tall and weigh in at 190 pounds.  They are in great shape and love to flex and show off their muscles.  Their wrestling attire is matching red trunks, white knee pads, and black boots.  As they reach the ring, they pose and ham it up for the crowd before entering it.

“Our other new tag team is Travis and Vince.”

Once again, the cage door opens, and in walks the two wrestlers.  Vince is the taller of the two, standing at 6’2” and weighing in at 185 pounds.  He has short dark hair, trimmed chest hair, and is wearing dark speedo-style trunks with black boots.  His partner, Travis, is slightly smaller at 6’1” and lighter at 180 pounds.  He also has short dark hair, trimmed chest hair, and lean muscles.  He is dressed in a more colorful speedo-style trunk along with his black wrestling boots.  Neither wears knee pads.

Both teams meet in the middle of the ring, and Taylor begins his instructions.

“Okay, I know you are all new here and have probably heard many things about the Arena, but the wrestling here is by the book.  No illegal holds, follow my instructions, and keep the action in the ring.  Obey the rules, and everything will be great.  Ignore the rules and answer to me.  Are there any questions?”

“Yeah, are you free tonight?” Travis asks with a smirk on his face.

“No, as a matter of fact. My girlfriend and I are going out. Even if I weren’t, you are out of the running,” he replied.

“Hmmph.  That is way too bad,” Vince responds.

“If you two losers are through trying to get laid, can we get on with it?” Jackson asked, his voice filled with annoyance.

“Rude little bastards, aren’t they, Travis,” Vince stated.

“We’re going to show you rude,” Ryan stated.

“Enough of the macho bullshit.  Return to your corners and wait for the bell,” Taylor demanded.

Both teams walked back to their corners, where Ryan exited, allowing Jackson to start while Travis exited for his team.

Seeing that everyone is ready, Taylor signals for the bell to start the match.

The two combatants charge out of their corners and lock up into a collar and elbow.  They push and pull, each seeking an advantage.  With neither one able to get control, they break the hold and step back.  As they do so, Travis makes as if to enter the ring.  Jackson sees him out of the corner of his eye.

“Keep him out of the ring,” he demands of Taylor as he nods in Travis’ direction.

Seizing Jackson’s momentary lack of attention, Vince drives a foot deep into his midsection, pushing him backward.  He follows this up by delivering a running clothesline, dropping Jackson to the mat.  Not letting up, he delivers an elbow drop into the solar plexus, followed by sitting astride his abs and delivering a series of forearms across the chest.

Vince jumps to his feet and quickly poses for the crowd before turning back to his opponent, who is slowly getting to his knees.  Vince assists him to his feet by grabbing a handful of hair before stepping back and delivering a standing dropkick, forcing Jackson backward where he impacts a neutral turnbuckle.  Vince follows, delivering a series of shoulders, with the assistance of the ropes, into the abs before Taylor forces him back into the ring.

As soon as Taylor steps aside, Vince rushes back in, turns his back to Jackson, grabs him by the head over his shoulder, and snapmares him into the center of the ring.  He reaches over and tags Travis, who immediately leaps to the top rope and jumps, intending to deliver a frog splash. Jackson has enough sense to pull his legs up, resulting in Travis landing abs first across the knees.

Vince hasn’t exited the ring yet and tries to move toward his partner and Jackson, but Taylor stops him and forces him outside the ring.  Jackson rolls over and tags his partner.  As Taylor returns to the action, he sees Ryan leaping into the ring.

“Out of the ring,” Taylor demands as he approaches Ryan.

“Why?” he demands.

“You need a tag to get into the ring,” Taylor responds.

“But we tagged,” Ryan whines.

“I didn’t see it, so get out of the ring,” Taylor repeats.

While this happens, Jackson rolls outside the ring, thinking the tag has been accomplished. Vince drops to the floor, charges around the ring, grabs Jackson, and delivers a German suplex before pulling his opponent up and forcing him back into the ring.

Travis is still winded from the knees, but he has enough sense to see that Taylor is forcing Ryan out of the ring, and Vince is forcing Jackson back into it. Travis stands, walks over, and grabs Jackson by both ankles before pulling him into the ring near his corner. He sees that Taylor has turned back to the action, so he reaches up and tags Bo, who leaps to the top rope and leaps off.

This time, Travis stays in the ring, holding Jackson’s ankles so that he can’t counter, and Vince lands full body across him, driving the air from his body.

“Watch the double teaming,” Ryan screams from his corner.

“They are within the five count,” Taylor says as Travis slips under the rope to the floor.  He quickly jumps back onto the ring apron and returns to his corner.

Vince pulls Jackson to his feet and throws him backward into Travis’s corner. There, Vince reaches around and locks on a rear headlock. Jackson throws his hands up to try to pry the hold loose.

While Taylor starts to berate Travis for the outside interference, Vince seizes the opportunity and delivers a kick directly into the abs before reaching up to tag Travis.  Travis drops the headlock and leaps over the top rope into the ring.  He immediately charges across the ring and delivers a forearm to Ryan’s upper chest forcing him backward off the ring apron. He turns back into the ring, where he sees that Vince has both of Jackson’s arms draped over the top rope, so he charges across the ring full tilt, slamming his shoulder into the abs.

This action has been so fast and rapid that Taylor has had little opportunity to say much about Travis' involvement.

“Watch the outside interference,” he calmly says to Vince after he releases Jackson’s arms.

“Oops, my bad,” he smirks.

Ryan, seeing the abuse his partner is taking, slides into the ring and charges across it, slamming a forearm across the back of Travis’s head, knocking him forward into the ropes.  When he bounces back, Ryan follows up with a forearm across the lower back, sending a spasm through the muscles.  Before he can deliver any other holds, Taylor steps in front of him and forces him back to his corner.

Vince enters the ring, making sure to slap Travis loudly on the back so that, even though Taylor doesn’t see the tag, he hears it.  When the ref starts back toward their corner, he sees Vince slamming a series of kicks and punches into Jackson’s abs.

“Get the action out of the corner,” he demands.

“Sure thing, Chief,” Vince replies.  He grabs Jackson by the wrist and flings him across the ring where he slams back first into the turnbuckle in his own corner.  As he falls forward after the contact, Ryan is smart enough to tag himself into the action and is over the top rope even before Jackson fully hits the mat.  He steps into the middle of the ring, challenging Vince.

“Get the partner out of the ring,” Travis yells from his corner as Ryan and Vince tie up in a collar and elbow.

Taylor looks at Jackson lying in the corner and says, “He’s not bothering anything. He’ll get out on his own.”  He realizes that Travis is trying to distract him and isn’t going to fall for that referring rookie mistake.

Vince and Ryan continue their struggle, each trying to gain an advantage. Realizing he has an opening, Vince twists Ryan around until he stumbles over Jackson, who is still in the ring. When Ryan trips, Vince jerks in the same direction, forcing Ryan off his feet and to the mat. Ryan releases the hold to try to break his fall and lands on all fours.

Vince kicks his right foot into Ryan’s side, forcing him to the mat on his side. He follows up by driving his knee into the side before he pushes Ryan under the rope, where he drops to the arena floor. Vince follows him outside the ring, pulls him to his feet, and locks on a headlock. He charges across the short distance to the fencing and rams Ryan head-first into one of the support bars. The loud clang is accompanied by cheers of approval from the crowd.

Instead of releasing the hold, Vince turns Ryan around and charges back toward the ring, slamming his head into the ring post. He releases the hold, and Ryan drops to the floor. Vince reaches under the rope, grabs Jackson’s ankle, and pulls him out of the ring, letting him drop to the floor.

“Get the action back into the ring,” Taylor yells over the top rope. 

“Just cleaning up the mess first,” Vince retorts as he pulls Ryan into a cross-body hold. He charges his lower back into the ring post twice before sliding him back into the ring and following. As he climbs back into the ring, he notices that Jackson is starting to stir and trying to sit up. He stores that information in the back of his mind.

Ryan manages to get back to his feet, only to be met by a spear from Bo, which slams him back to the mat. Vince reaches up to tag in his partner and Travis climbs into the ring as Vince pulls Ryan to his feet. The two men lift him up and drop him backward into a suplex, where he bounces as his head and shoulders hit the mat.

“Leave him alone,” Travis tells Vince as he starts to head for Jackson, who has regained his spot on the apron.  “We’ll deal with him later.”  Vince looks conflicted but he grunts and exits the ring at his corner.

Much to his surprise, Travis turns to find that Ryan has managed to get to his knees but is still very winded.  Travis casually saunters over toward him, only to be met by a fist to his nuts, doubling him over.  Travis had been exaggerating his degree of detriment.

“Watch the low blows,” Taylor demands of Ryan.

Rising to his feet, Ryan gives Taylor the finger as he locks Travis’s head under his arm and drops back to the mat with a DDT.

“That’s it, Ry beat the shit out of him,” Jackson yells from his corner.  He still looks a little beat up but is recovering quickly, demonstrating his good conditioning.

Standing in his corner, Vince considers challenging Jackson but decides to listen to Travis’s earlier advice and leaves him alone.

In the ring, Ryan sits on Travis’s lower back, locks his hands around the chin, and pulls up and backward, locking on a Camel clutch.   He pulls back as hard as he can.  He knows this is not a submission hold, but it does inflict some pain and, more importantly, allows Ryan some time to recover.

Feeling back in control, Ryan drops Travis to the mat and stands up before reaching down, grabbing a handful of hair, and pulling him to his feet. There, he grasps an arm and slings Travis back into his and Jackson’s corner, where Jackson immediately grabs hold of his arms, locking them over the top rope.

Ryan turns to Vince and shrugs his shoulder before turning and charging toward Travis, shoulder first. Travis tenses his arms over the ropes and flexes at the waist, pulling his legs in the air. Ryan flies under him before slamming his shoulder into the ring post. Travis bends his arms at the elbow and rakes Jackson across the eyes, hooks his legs under Ryan’s armpits, and throws himself forward, pulling Ryan along with him and slamming his upper back and head into the mat.

“Hey man, watch the eye rake,” Jackson yells at the ref.

“Try not to interfere in the match,” Taylor responds before turning and ignoring him.

Travis jumps to his feet before repeating Ryan’s previous set of moves—pulling him to his feet and throwing him back first into the corner, where Vince responds by locking on a full Nelson. He also sticks his foot through the ring to trap one of Ryan’s ankles so he can’t power up.

Instead of charging directly toward Ryan, Travis turns to Jackson in the corner, grabs him behind the head, and pulls him forward before locking a full-mouth kiss. Releasing the kiss, he steps back before bitch-slapping Jackson in the face.

“What the fuck?” Jackson splutters as he tries to enter the ring.

“Stay out of the ring,” Taylor yells as he gets in front of him, blocking him from coming through the ropes.

“He fucking started it,” Jackson complains.

“Don’t care.  Stay out of the ring,” is Taylor’s response.

Travis turns and charges shoulder-first into Ryan.  However, instead of going for the abs, he drops even lower, twists slightly, and powers the point of his shoulder into Ryan’s cock and balls.

“Fuucckk,” Ryan screams as the pain explodes through his body.  He jerks forward hard enough to break the full nelson and collapses to the mat.  Travis reaches over and tags Vince before pulling Ryan to his feet and stretching him out in an ab stretch.

Vince looks over and sees that Taylor isn’t looking his way yet but that Jackson is.  He delivers a full kick into Ryan’s groin before Travis drops him and exits the ring.   Ryan screams.

“Hey, watch the fucking ball shot,” Jackson yells at Taylor as he points across the ring to the action.

“I’d be more than happy to watch if you wouldn’t distract me,” Taylor responds as he turns and heads across the ring.

“Did you do a low blow?” he asks Vince.

“Who, me?  Not at all, Mr. Ref,” he replied as he winked at Taylor.

There wasn’t anything Taylor could say or do as he hadn’t seen anything. Vince pulls a resisting Ryan to his feet, locks one arm behind his back, and lifts him up before dropping his shoulder first across his outstretched knee and dropping him to the mat.

He immediately tags Travis, who ascends to the top rope.  Vince pulls the wrist out to the side, and Travis leaps from the top rope, landing knee first into the shoulder.  He then locks Ryan into a sitting cross-face chicken wing, applying as much pressure as possible to the shoulder.  Ryan screams with the pain while using his free hand to slap at his other shoulder.

Travis relaxes the hold and reaches back to tag Bo, who enters the ring. Before exiting the ring, Travis fully releases the hold and helps Ryan to his feet, where Vince grabs him in a bear hug. He lifts Ryan in the air, turns so that Ryan’s back is to Jackson, and looks directly at him. Vince gives Jackson a big wink before he drops Ryan down onto his knee in a reverse atomic drop. Ryan screams on impact.

“You mother fucker,”  Jackson screams as he steps through the rope to assist his partner.  However, Taylor is immediately on him, pushing him back toward his corner.  Vince tags in Travis and rolls under the bottom rope where he turns and grabs Ryan’s ankle with one on each side of the ring post.

Travis looks at the audience and counts, “One…Two…Three.” The audience counts with him, and on three, Vince racks Ryan into the ring post.

“They are cheating and double-teaming him, ref,” Jackson screams at Taylor.

“Get out of the fucking ring, and I can monitor the situation,” Taylor replies.

In frustration, Jackson crawls out of the ring and slams his hand down on the top rope.

When Taylor walks to the center of the ring, he sees Travis with a cross-face chicken wing on Ryan.  Ryan is grunting in pain, and his free hand is cupping his nuts.

Vince drops to the arena floor and quietly says to Travis, “I think it is time to end this.”  Travis simply nods, but Taylor goes on high alert. He knows that something is up.

Travis pulls Ryan to his feet, picks him up, locks his arm behind his back, and delivers a body slam with Ryan landing on his arm.  He repeats the move twice more.  Jackson is screaming encouragement to his partner but is staying outside the ring, although in a pronounced state of agitation.

After the last body slam, Travis again applies a cross-face chicken wing.  Jackson stretches as far over the top rope as he can, even standing on the bottom rope to give him more distance, and Ryan manages to make contact, completing the tag.  However, Taylor had seen Jackson on the bottom rope and refused to let him enter the ring.  Travis and Vince look at each other and smile.  Travis even gave him a wink.

Once again, Jackson stretches over the top rope as far as possible but keeps one foot on the ring apron this time.  Ryan manages to stretch out and make the tag again.  Jackson leaps over the top rope and drives a knee into the back of Travis’s head. Travis, who had not seen the tag as he was facing toward his corner, drops his hold on Ryan, who rolls out of the ring and falls heavily to the floor. 

Immediately after nailing Travis, Ryan charges across the ring and slams a forearm across Bo’s upper chest, knocking him off the apron. He quickly turns and delivers a knee drop into Travis's abs. He stands and continues his blows to the abs by stomping downward. Travis manages to roll near the ring ropes and grab the bottom one.

“Back up and break the hold,” Taylor demands of Jackson.

Furious about his partner's earlier treatment, Jackson pushes the ref aside and continues his assault on the abs. 

“What the hell?” Taylor screams as he reaches over and grabs Jackson by the arm, pulling him up and back. “Don’t you ever touch me…”

When Jackson feels his arm being jerked backward, he spins around and throws a punch worthy of Mohammed Ali into Taylor’s chin. Taylor drops like a sack of potatoes and is out before he hits the mat. Jackson turns back to Travis, grabs his ankles, and jerks him back into the middle of the ring, where he mounts the stomach and delivers a series of punches to the chest and head, which Travis does his best to fend off.

Vince smiles as he sees Taylor hit the ref and mumbles, “Oh, bad move, man.  But thank you.” 

Vince leaps over the top rope, steps over Taylor, grabs a double handful of hair, and pulls Jackson to his feet.

“Fuck,” Jackson screams as he feels as if he is being scalped.  He raises both hands to try and free himself.  As he is pulled upward, Travis seizes his opportunity and slams his right leg, bent at the knee, up and into Jackson’s balls.  Travis and Vince intend to take advantage of Jackson, giving in to his anger and attacking the ref.

Jackson’s hands stop their upward rise and instead drop down into his crotch.  Still, with a handful of hair, Vince leaps forward, driving Jackson’s head down into the mat.  Vince looks over to see Ryan has gotten both hands on the ring apron and is prying himself into an upright position.  Vince runs over, and baseball slides under the bottom rope, slamming both feet into the side of Ryan’s head and knocking him backward, where the back of his head comes into violent contact with one of the poles holding up the cage.  His eyes roll into the back of his head as he slumps to the ground, leaning against the fence.

In many cases, the crowd at the Arena would take advantage of Ryan in this position, but tonight, no one does.  They are anxious to see what Travis and Vince are capable of.

Travis pulls Jackson to his feet and locks on a full nelson, driving the chin as far into the chest as possible.  Vince slides back into the ring and approaches Travis and Jackson before delivering a full-strength kick up and into Jackson’s balls, lifting him onto his toes.  The scream does not escape his throat as he is not able to open his mouth.  But that does nothing to stop the pain.

Vince lifts Jackson up and swings him around by the full Nelson before releasing him. He timed his release so that Jackson slides side-first into the ring post.

Vince pulls Jackson to a sitting position on the ring apron, with his back resting against the bottom rope. He locks on a sleeper hold while also applying leg scissors around his waist. Travis exits the ring, looks over to see that Ryan is still out of it, and walks over to the cage.

“Anyone got a long leather cord?” he inquires.

A muscled guy pulls one out of his leather vest pocket, pushing it through the fence.

“Thanks, dude,” Travis said as he retrieved the item.

“Not a problem.  Well, not for me anyway,” the guy laughed.

Travis walks over to where Jackson is sitting on the ring apron, struggling to remain awake.  Vince makes sure to let up on the sleeper occasionally, as he didn’t want him completely out of it yet.  Travis grabs both sides of Jackson's trunks and pulls them down mid-thigh.  He takes the length of the leather cord and ties it tightly around the base of the cock and balls forming a cock ring.  He then begins to slowly stroke and manipulate Jackson’s cock.  He leans forward and licks around the head as well.  In a matter of moments, Jackson’s cock is at full length and thickness. 

“Wow, that’s mighty impressive,” Travis says.  Vince agrees.

Travis pulls the ends of the leather cord down and uses it to separate each of Jackson’s balls and tie them off so that they are beside his cock and stretched out.  Next, he pulls the jock and trunks back up and into position.  He grabs Jackson by the chin and turns him so they can look eye to eye.

“A little present for you,” Travis said as he pulled his right arm back and slammed a fist into the tied-up package.  Jackson’s eyes go wide, and he becomes fully conscious as the pain explodes throughout his groin, and a loud scream emanates from his mouth. Travis, Bo, and the crowd all laugh. Vince releases Jackson, who drops to the floor around the ring.

Travis runs over to the cage door, opens it, and exits. He grabs a metal chair and brings it back into the cage. He looks over to see that Taylor is still out of it, although he is starting to moan and move about. He drags the chair into the middle of the ring and opens it up.

Vince exits the ring, pulls Jackson to his feet, slams his forehead into the ring apron twice, and slides him back into the ring. Travis pulls him up and delivers a suplex, ensuring Jackson lands back first onto the chair. He screams again. 

Travis, with Bo’s help, pulls Jackson to his feet and helps Travis place him into a torture rack across his shoulders.  He pulls down on the chin with his left hand, and with his right hand, he begins to caress and stroke the still-hard cock and balls.  The leather cock ring is doing its job and preventing it from deflating.

Jackson feels the pain exploding across his back from the chair shot and now the torture rack, but he also feels pleasure from the hand job.  He alternates between moaning and screaming as the pain and pleasure compete for control.

Vince hops down to the arena floor, goes over, and grabs Ryan, pulling him to his feet.  He locks his right arm behind the back and runs Ryan, shoulder first, into the nearest ring post.  He charges down the ring and repeats the move on the next ring post.  He continues until Ryan’s shoulder has become acquainted with all four ring posts, after which he slides him back into the ring.

“Bo, check out the ref,” Travis shouts as Vince re-enters the ring.

Taylor was slowly coming to his feet but his back was to Vince.

“Thanks, I’ve got ‘em,” he replied.

He comes up behind Taylor and helps him to his feet, remaining out of sight behind him. Once Taylor was on his feet, Vince got back-to-back with him, grabbed his head over his right shoulder, and dropped to the mat in a standing neckbreaker. Taylor screams, and his eyes slide back into his head as he falls to the mat.

Vince goes over to Ryan and quickly pulls off his wrestling trunks, leaving him in only his jock strap.  He also removes one wrestling boot and sock.  He returns to the ref, rolls him onto his chest, and pulls Ryan’s trunks over his face, making sure the crotch is positioned near his nose.

He ties Taylor's wrestling shoes together and pulls them toward the back.  He pulls both of Taylor’s hands behind his back, uses Ryan's boot to tie the thumbs together, and then ties them to Taylor’s shoes.  The ref is now hogtied, with Ryan’s trunks blocking his view.  Before leaving, Vince forces the sweaty sock into Taylor’s mouth.  He uses the string of the trunks to tie the sock in place.

Vince hops to his feet and looks at Travis.

“I don’t want him to interfere in our fun….Yet,” he winked, and they both laughed.

Vince goes over to Ryan and pulls him to his feet.  He frog marches him over to Travis and Jackson.  Travis pauses his caressing of the cock and balls and reaches up and pulls down the trunks until they are situated under the balls.

Vince pulls Ryan’s arm as far up his back as he can, eliciting pain and screams from him.  He pushes him until his face is flush with Jackson’s balls.

“Start sucking your bro’s balls,” Vince demands into Ryan’s ear.

When Ryan doesn’t obey, Vince reaches down between his legs and grabs a handful of balls.  He pulls them backward as he squeezes.

“Start sucking or lose your balls, asswipe.”

Ryan tries to hold out, but as the pain increases in his nuts, he complies by sucking one of the tied-up balls into his mouth and begins sucking and working it with his tongue.  Vince has him alternating between the two balls and the base of the cock.  Travis works his hand over Jackson’s trunks and under his balls before he uses his finger to penetrate Jackson’s ass.  He begins slowly pushing his finger in and out.

Jackson has been screaming his submission, but there is no ref to hear it.  Finally, he succumbs to all the stimulation and ejaculates a large amount of cum from his overstimulated cock.  Most of the cum lands on the chest and abs, but Travis gets some on the back of his neck and in his hair.

Travis drops Jackson to the mat, where he rolls around in pain.  Vince forces Ryan to lick the cum off Travis’s neck and out of his hair.

Vince drops Ryan to the mat in a sitting position.  Kneeling behind him, he starts drilling his elbow repeatedly into Ryan’s injured shoulder.  All Ryan could do was scream.  Meanwhile, Travis strips Jackson entirely out of his trunks and jockstrap so that he is naked.  He maneuvers him into a flying bow and arrow by standing on the back of his calves, grabbing his arms, and falling backward while lifting him in the air.  Jackson’s back is feeling the pain, but his bound cock and balls still swing in the air.

Vince notices that Taylor is starting to come around and wiggle, but he cannot do much else tied as he is. Vince stops pounding on Ryan’s shoulder and drops him to the mat chest first. Lying on his back, Vince slides his hands under Ryan’s arms and then flips himself over so that he is bridging in front of Ryan with his arms bent at the shoulder and being pulled forward. The strain on his shoulders is tremendous.

“I give, I give, no more,” Ryan said, but Vince continued with the hold without a ref to hear it.

“Please, no more; I give, please,” Ryan whines.

Travis, while keeping Jackson suspended in the air at the knees, pulled the upper body down until his head was lying on Travis’s chest, increasing the pain in his back.  He uses one hand to reach up and start stroking the hard cock.  Whenever he felt the cock approaching ejaculation, he backs off.  Jackson’s ball tried to retract, but being tied out only caused pain.  Soon, Jackson is begging to be allowed to cum.

The team of Jackson and Ryan are now both begging:  Jackson to cum, and Ryan to submit.  Without a ref around, however, both prayers go unanswered until Travis finally allows Jackson relief directing the spray of cum all over Jackson’s face, chest, and abs.

“Let’s wrap these two losers up,” Travis says as he drops Jackson to the mat with his cock still inflated.

Vince flips back onto Ryan’s back and releases the arms.  He pulls Ryan over to the corner, exits the ring, grabs the arm, and slams the shoulder into the ring post several times, eliciting screams as he does so.

Travis slides over to the ref, who is squirming around.

“I’m so sorry, Taylor,” he begins as he unties the hands and feet.  “Those cheating bastards overwhelmed us, and we couldn’t get here sooner,” he continues as he frees the limbs.

He then reaches up and unties the trunks, removing them from Taylor’s head.  Taylor reaches up and pulls Ryan’s sock out of his mouth.

“What the goddamned fuck?” he screams as he looks around.

“As I said, they attacked you and then attacked us, but we were finally able to get control to untie you.” 

Another cry erupts from Ryan as his shoulder impacts the ring post again.  Taylor glances in the corner to see Ryan in his jockstrap and one wrestling shoe.  He next sees a naked Jackson with his cock and balls bound up, lying on the mat covered in cum.  He isn’t really buying what Travis is trying to sell, but he looks down and sees that Ryan’s other sock has been stuffed into his mouth.

“Let’s end this now,” Travis said as he slides over to Jackson and rolls him up into a pin position with his asshole on view for the raucous crowd to see.

Taylor looks between the pair of wrestlers and shakes his head.  He crawls to where Jackson is held in a pinning position.

“One….Two….Three,” he counts as his hand impacts the mat.  The crowd erupts in a loud cheer.

Vince delivers one final shoulder slam into the ring post before he turns, grabs the chair, and heaves it into the ring.  Travis grabs the chair and sets it up.

“Match is over,” Taylor says to them.

“Of course it is,” Travis and Vince say together as they make Taylor raise their hands in the air to the cheering crowd.  “But you deserve some compensation for the dirty, cheating antics of these two.”

He pushes Taylor down until he sits in the chair while Vince pulls Ryan up and between Taylor’s legs.  He grabs the injured arm and pulls it behind and up Ryan’s back.

“Undo his pants and fish out his cock,” Vince whispers in Ryan’s ear.  When Ryan doesn’t respond fast enough, Vince pulls up on the arm.  Ryan quickly uses his other hand to reach for Taylor’s zipper.

Taylor starts to push the hand away when Travis reaches over his shoulders, begins to caress Taylor’s tits, and whispers in his ear, “You deserve this for what they did to you.  Just go with it and enjoy.”

The manipulation of his Tits has an immediate effect on Taylor’s cock, as Travis knew it would.  Taylor sighs and allows Ryan to unzip him and pull out his hardening cock.

“Suck it,” Vince demands as he yanks up on the arm.  Needing no further encouragement, Ryan sucks Taylor’s cock into his mouth.  Travis slides both hands under Taylor’s ref shirt and is working his tits in a frenzy.  It is only a matter of moments before Ryan is choking as Taylor erupts in his mouth.

Ryan tries to pull back, but Vince holds his head down until Taylor has quit spasming.

Travis releases the tits while Vince pulls Ryan backward and forces his head to the mat, raising his ass in the air.  Travis goes over to Jackson and stretches his legs over his shoulder as he releases his cock from his trunks.  In unison, Travis and Vince sink their cocks at full depth in one brutal push.  Both Ryan and Jackson scream at the invasions.

Vince looks up at Taylor and says, “Why don’t you get yourself ready?  You can fuck whichever one you want.”  Vince winks at Taylor as he continues, “Or both.”  Taylor starts to object but then remembers that Ryan had cold-coked him, so instead, he begins playing with one tit with his left hand while his right begins pulling on his cock. He is hard within moments.

Meantime, Travis and Vince are fucking as hard and fast as they can.  No gentleness is involved.  Within moments they both press their pubs against their opponent's asses and grunt as they shoot loads into their defeated opponents.

As they both pull out, Taylor stands up and rips off his shirt, much to the pleasure of the audience, as Taylor has a magnificent chest and great tits, before he walks behind Ryan and replaces Vince.

“Don’t let him get too far; he’s next,” he shouts at Travis.  He then begins a brutal fucking of Ryan’s ass.

As Ryan’s ass is being pounded, Travis starts to stroke Jackson’s cock and balls, ignoring the whimpering sound he is making.

No sooner had Taylor unloaded into Ryan’s ass than he pulled out and slides over to Jackson.  He notices his bound genitalia and his whimpers as Travis manipulates him.

“I’ll take care of that,” Taylor says as he slides his cock into Jackson’s ass and reaches down and takes over from Travis.

Since this was to be his third ejaculation, Taylor goes slower in his fucking but keeps up his manipulation of Jackson’s junk, ignoring his begging and whining.

When he feels Jackson’s cock begin to spasm for the third time, he increases his pumping until they both ejaculate for a third time.  Taylor screaming in joy, Jackson screaming in pain. 

As Taylor pulls his deflating cock from the wrestler's ass, the realization of what has just happened begins to sink in.  He, a straight dude, has just enjoyed the attention of two other guys and had really gotten off on dominating them. He wasn’t sure what that meant, so he simply slid out of the ring and headed for the exit—leaving the four wrestlers in the ring. 

The crowd whoops and hollers encouragement to Taylor as he exits the cage and returns to the locker room area. Brad and Barry are standing there clapping. 

“Wow, I didn’t know you had it in you,” Brad says as he steps in front of Taylor.  He reaches up and gently grasps one tit and begins to manipulate it.

Taylor freezes and then tips his head back in pleasure before realizing what is happening and who is doing it.  He reaches down and knocks the hand away.  He opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything as Brad pushes him.

“I think we started something here, brother,” Barry laughs as Taylor turns red.

Back in the ring, Travis and Vince huddle in the middle, whispering and pointing at their defeated opponents. There are nodding and shaking of heads.

“I’m all ready for you,” someone from the audience yells.  Travis and Vince looked to see the leather-vested guy who handed them the leather cord.  He is muscular, handsome, naked, and hard.

They return to their deliberations before making a decision. They exit the ring before each one turns back to the ring, reaches under the bottom rope, pulls an opponent out of the ring, and throws them over their shoulders. As they head toward the cage exit, Travis signals for their fan to join them.

Exiting the cage, they see security trying to stop the fan from joining them.

“Back off, asshole, or we’ll do to you what we did to them,” Vince says, pointing to their opponents.

The security guy laughs and says, “I’d love to see you try.”  He is not impressed and won’t give in until he sees the commissioner, with an evil grin on his face, shake his head no.  The guy lets the fan pass, and the five guys head back to the locker room.  They stop when they see B&B standing outside the locker room.  They remember their opponents are friends with the popular Redneck tag team.

“Don’t mind us,” Brad says.  “They are men and got themselves into this fix, so they can suffer the consequences.”

Barry steps up until he is standing chest-to-chest with Travis.  He reaches out and slaps Jackson’s ass as he says, “But don’t think we would be so easy.  If you want to battle two real men, just let the commish know, and we’ll be there.”  He tweaks Travis’s nipple before the twins walk off.

Travis and Vince stare at the retreating pair for a moment before they turn and enter the locker room.  Suffice it to say, the fans, Travis and Vince, have an excellent time, but Jackson and Ryan do not so much.  Eventually, they were found lying naked on the floor, covered in cum.  Both had also had their blonde heads shaved bald.

By the league's terms, both teams should have been suspended due to their abuse of the ref. Since it was doubtful that either team would return, the Commissioner did nothing. Surprisingly, Taylor wasn’t bothered by this, but he would have been worried if he knew the Commissioner was plotting how to get him into the ring as a jobber boy.  The Commish had to adjust his package just thinking about that. 

The commish is even more excited when he hears that B&B has challenged the winners.  Now, that is one match he would love to sign.