[For full context, you should read One Step Beyond and One Step Beyond - Redux.]
One Step Beyond – The Final
By
The Mangler
The bar was overflowing with guys wanting to see the main event in the wrestling match. In fact, the crowd overflowed into the next room, so the owners set up cameras to broadcast the action onto the screens there. Since this was a gay bar, the crowd was mostly men. It was a mixed group consisting of men in leather outfits, men in wrestling attire, men in jeans, and men in next to nothing. The backstory to tonight’s match was slightly complicated.
Rob and Ron (fighting as R&R) had won the tag team championship of the mostly gay league, which conducted its matches in a series of gay bars and taverns. R&R were straight, and as such, they never got into any post-match shenanigans. However, the crowds loved coming to ogle them, as they were both big guys with well-developed muscles, especially their pecs. Their trunks hinted at impressive packages, which were later confirmed to be true.
R&R knew they had already won the match and would be having fun. How wrong they were. It turned out that J&J were a vicious and effective tag team. They had managed to get the best of their opponents and then had fun humiliating and sexually using them after the match. They had been left tied in the ring, humiliated, for about one hour.
The following week, J&J defended their new titles against Kevin and Keith (fighting as K&K). Unknown to most people, K&K were known as “The Terminators,” a vicious and unscrupulous tag team from a distant federation, although their reputations were well known. Both had shaved off their full beards so no one would recognize them. They were only slightly taller than J&J at 5’10” but outweighed them by 35-40 pounds.
Also unknown to anyone was that K&K were R&R's older brothers and had been brought in to avenge their brother’s humiliation. R&R attended the match but were in leather masks, so they went unnoticed. The match was a setup, and J&J were outsmarted and trounced from the get-go. They received a thorough beating and extensive after-match humiliation.
Originally, K&K were going to “forfeit” the belts, but there was no guarantee that R&R would receive them, so a challenge had been extended and accepted. K&K would fight R&R, who would defeat their older brothers and regain their rightful championship.
The competition to host this bout had been intense among the gay bars in the area, but because of its larger size and better location, the match was awarded to “The Cupcake.” That’s right, “The Cupcake.” The building had initially been a bakery, which was having some difficulty. The gay community “adopted” the business and began using it as a meeting place. Over time, it had evolved into a large bar/hangout. It attracted a very eclectic crowd – everything from twinks to rubber enthusiasts, leathermen, motorcycle riders, and more. It was indeed a melting pot of the gay universe. And, oh yeah, the bakery was still located out front and was very popular with everyone in town.
Fights in the league were usually without referees, and tag matches operated on the “honor” system, so it was not a flat-out brawl. There was some double-teaming, but this was usually short-lived or broken up by the opponents. However, for tonight’s match, the teams had agreed to have a ref to help keep things in order. The bar's owner had convinced a wrestler from the Arena to come over and officiate – The Choirboy.
The Choirboy, real name Chris, stood 5"11", weighed in at about 180-185 pounds, had blond hair, blue eyes, and the angelic look of a choirboy. In fact, he looked now older than about 16. Anyone who had wrestled him or seen him wrestler would tell you he was a choirboy in name only and should be called a wolverine, small but vicious. His only goal was to win, doing whatever he needed to make that happen. He had been following the league action and was more than happy to officiate. He intended to be very loose with interpreting the rules and let the guys duke it out. He was not aware of the predetermined outcome.
The final piece of the puzzle for these matches was the “enforcer.” Each team had a third person who hung out outside the ring. Before the matches, he would go to the opposing team's locker rooms to inspect them and ensure they weren’t trying to pull something shady. Many times, the enforcers came out on the worst end of the match.
Joey (the enforcer for J&J) had “captured” and taken Roger (the enforcer for R&R) as his prize during their original match, but after the match between K&K and J&J, Karson, K&K’s enforcer, had taken Joey AND Roger as his prize after the match. For tonight’s match, R&R had convinced Roland, the younger brother of Kevin and Ron, to act as their enforcer. Karson, of course, was the enforcer for K&K, and by stipulation, Roger and Joey would hang out in the crowd and were banned from ringside. For this match, outside interference from either of the enforcers would be cause for disqualification.
If you are confused, here is a summary of tonight’s action. K&K, the current champs, will wrestle R&R, their younger brothers, and drop the belts to them. Roland, younger brother to Kevin and Ron, would act as an enforcer for R&R, while Karson would do the same for K&K. The Choirboy would oversee the mayhem. Meanwhile, J&J, the team that had defeated R&R for the championship, only to lose it a week later to their brothers K&K, would be in attendance and watching the action closely.
Backstage, Roland walked into the Locker room where K&K was getting ready. When he entered, K&K were in their jock straps.
“Hey, guys. You know you are supposed to start naked,” Roland said.
Keith looked at Roland and said, “Are you stupid or something?? We are wrestling with our younger brothers. Do you really think we are going to resort to cheap tricks and foreign objects?”
Roland opened his mouth to tell them it was the rules, but seeing the look on Kevin’s face, said, “Yeah, I guess not. I'm sorry, but I forgot for a minute what was really going on.”
Keith looked over and said, “Don’t worry about it; you can check out the rest of our gear.”
Roland walked over and began looking through the trunks, knee pads, and wrestling shoes. He gave them a very thorough going-over and found nothing other than a space in the knee pads where a plastic or metal insert could be placed. He glanced up at the wrestlers as he paid close attention to these pockets.
“Yeah, yeah, they are there, and we have used them in the past, but as you can see, there is nothing there now. And remember, our brothers are our opponents.”
Roland nodded, handed the gear to K&K, and said, “You are good to go.” He sat on one of the benches and watched them get dressed.
“Are you going to just sit there and stare at us?” Kevin asked his youngest brother.
“Yep. That’s what this position calls for, so this is what this position will do. Plus, the view is pretty damned good.”
“I thought you were straight,” Kevin said.
“I am. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t appreciate a good masculine body. And here I have two that I have seen often enough.” He smirked as he leaned back against the lockers.
Keith looked at Kevin and gave him a grin and a wink. Roland saw neither action.
Things couldn’t be any more different in the other locker room. When Karsen walked in, Rob and Ron were already in their jockstraps. Karsen just stared at the two jocks for almost a minute. The atmosphere was getting a little creepy.
“Nope, not happening, guys. Strip naked and hand me your jocks.”
“What the fuck. These are our brothers that we are wrestling, not some jerks like J&J. We aren’t going to pull any dirty tricks.”
“I don’t care if you are fighting the president himself. I am supposed to give you a thorough going-over, and that is what I intend to do.”
Mumbling under their breaths, R&R stripped off their jocks and threw them at Karson.
“Now you can smell them like you want, and jerk off,” Ron stated.
Karson looked over at the two wrestlers and gave a little smirk. “If that was all I had between my legs, I’d want to hide them too.” To say that this was a gross understatement was putting it mildly. Both R&Rs were VERY well-hung, with pendulous balls. Ron’s cock was not circumcised.
Both R&Rs showed no reaction to this comment, aside from turning away. They knew they had nothing to worry about. But Karson had started the match for K&K by using psychology to get the two off-kilter. He knew what was expected of him.
“Alright, boys, turn towards me and lock your hands behind your head.”
R&R turned after looking at each other. This examination brought back memories of their encounter with J&J when they had lost the titles. Karsen wasn’t quite as creepy as Joey was, but close.
Karson stepped up close to Ron’s pits and examined them. He then started to run his hand along the pec toward the pit.
“What the fuck! I’m not standing here while you get your jollies,” Ron said as he stepped back.
“Just checking to ensure you don’t have a foreign substance on your skin,” Karson said. “If you would rather forfeit, that’s okay with me.”
Grumbling, Ron stepped back toward Karson, who continued his hand over the chest and stomach. When he got down to the pubs, he looked Ron in the eye.
“Do you wish to retract your foreskin, or do you want me to do it?” Karson said with lust in his voice.
“Keep your fucking hands to yourself.” Ron hated this part of the exam but knew he could get through it. He pulled the foreskin back, exposing the head of his cock.
Karson gave a quick look over, then said, “Lift your balls so I can see your taint.” Ron complied but blushed.
“Okay, things look okay here. Not good, but okay,” Karson smirked. Turning to Rob, he failed to notice the murderous look in Ron’s eyes.
Karson repeated the exam on Rob, except that he was circumcised.
“Okay, ladies, pirouette, bend over and spread 'em,” Karson demanded.
Both Rob and Ron looked like they wanted to deck Karson. This ritual was one thing they hated about this particular league. The pre-match foreign body check.
Reluctantly, both did as instructed. Karson took his time as he examined each asshole, even going so far as to blow at them to watch them wink at him.
“I really should do a rectal,” Karson said.
“No fucking way,” Ron said as he stood up, turned to Karson, and cocked his fist back.
“Do you remember what J&J did in their first match?” Karson asked.
“I don’t fucking care. We are wrestling our brothers, so we would not go to that extreme,” Ron said through clenched teeth.
Knowing that he was playing with the minds, Karson laughed as he said, “Okay. But try to pull any shit out there, and I’m going to be all over you two. Now go stand in the corner,” Karson demanded as if talking to two boys being punished, “while I look over your gear.”
R&R complied, just wanting to get this entire ordeal over with. Karson turned and did a very thorough examination of the jocks, trunks, socks, knee pads, and wrestling boots. He found nothing to worry about, so he walked over and sat on a bench facing the two wrestlers.
“Okay, get dressed, but always stay facing me so I can ensure you two aren’t up to something.”
R&R quickly got dressed and had just finished lacing up their boots when the door partially opened. A deep voice said, “Time to head to the ring.”
Karson stood up and said, “After you, ladies,” as he gestured to the door. “Make sure I have you in sight at all times, or I’ll call the match off.”
R&R grumbled as they exited the door with Karson in close pursuit. Karson had a large smirk on his face. He loved the pre-match mental “fuck over” that he would do so very well. He had the two wrestlers already on edge.
“Alright, you animals. Calm down. It is time for the main event,” the announcer said, receiving a loud roar of approval from the raucous crowd.
“As many of you know, J&J defeated R&R for the tag team belts two weeks ago at Bugle Boys.”
Hoots and hollers, along with general audience approval, met this.
“However, last week, K&K took the championship belts away from J&J in another tough bout at Oscars.” Again, loud hoots and hollers from the crowd.
“Many of you didn’t know that K&K was actually ‘The Terminators' from the Extreme Wrestling League out west.”
The crowd let out a large collective gasp, shouting, “No, can’t be.”
“Yes, it could and can. They shaved their beards to give them some anonymity from J&J and from the crowd.” The crowd noise increased. “Now hang on a minute, there’s more,” the announcer hollered.
“Turns out that K&K are also the older Brothers of R&R and went after J&J to get some revenge and to regain some family honor, which they did in spades.” THIS announcement generates a loud, sustained noise of astonishment, followed by approval.
“So tonight, K&K will give their younger brothers, R&R, a chance to get back the titles and some self-respect. Although, after the action at Bugle Boys, I’m not sure that’s possible.” A loud collective laugh could be heard. R&R, standing just out of view, turned red in embarrassment.
“Damned punk announcer. Have to take care of him later tonight,” Ron said to Rob.
“Yeah, but first, let’s give the crowd a good show as we get our belts back,” Rob responded.
“So, in time-honored fashion, let’s introduce the challengers tonight, although they are not strangers to the belts. They are also no strangers to a little post-match bottoming. Here are Ron and Rob, also known as R&R.”
R&R stepped out and walked to the ring to a series of cheers, catcalls, whistles, and even a few hands-on touches. While they both wanted to lash out and deck those touching them, they realized that wasn’t acceptable here at the Cupcake. When they passed by the announcer, both snarled at him. He simply laughed and winked at them. Both wrestlers were a little red in the face as they entered the ring.
Karson walked to the opposite corner where his fighters would be stationed and took a seat. He looked into the crowd and smiled when he saw Roger holding a leash that ended in a collar around the neck of a naked, kneeling Joey.
Choirboy approached the two wrestlers and said, “I know that Karson has given you a good check over, so I’ll keep this brief.” He then did a perfunctory check for foreign bodies, although he did cop a good feel of their groins while winking at them.
“Cut the crap,” Ron snarled. Choirboy just laughed. R&R were already pissed off and somewhat off balance.
“And coming to the ring, we have the current Tag Team champions, who gained the belt by delivering a decisive and humiliating victory over J&J, Kevin, and Keith, known as K&K.”
K&K entered the bar's main area to a series of cheers and catcalls. They entered as if they didn’t have a care in the world. They interacted with the crowd, physically and verbally, as they sauntered down to the ring. Roland followed them out but wasn’t really paying them much attention; after all, it was brother versus brother. Karson reached out and slapped Roland on the ass as he walked by, earning him a nasty look.
K&K hopped onto the ring apron, turned, and gave a double bicep pose to the crowd before entering the ring. Choirboy repeated his earlier statement and quick foreign body check. Once again, he took the opportunity to grab a handful of balls. Neither member of K&K flinched in the least. He then called all four wrestlers to the middle of the ring. Surprisingly, he called Karson and Roland into the ring as well.
“Alright, I know there isn’t usually a ref for these matches, but for some reason, they wanted one for this one. I intend to let the four of you do your own thing and wrestle. There will be minimal interference from me, but keep the illegal stuff to a reasonable degree.”
“Define ‘reasonable,’” Keith asked before winking at their opponents and laughing. “Hey, all good, guys, all good.” R&R laughed along with them but did put up a middle finger.
“Now, since there is a ref, the one thing that WILL be strictly enforced is no outside interference.” He then looked at Karson and Roland.
“You two WILL NOT get involved in the ring action. If you do, it is an immediate disqualification, AND I get to administer appropriate punishment.” The last sentence was spoken in a deep, evil voice.
“And be on notice. I have several “spotters” in the audience who will alert me to any interference, which will be just as good as if I saw it myself.”
“Hey, how do we know if your spotters will be fair?” Ron asked.
Choirboy turned a death stare at Ron and said, “Are you questioning my judgment and fairness??”
“Ugghh, no, no. Sorry, I’m just a little wary in this league.”
Choirboy suddenly laughed, “Understandable. But look, tonight is two teams who know each other, like each other, and are related. There shouldn’t be many issues. No? Plus, the crowd is looking forward to a hard-fought match, and I don’t want to deprive them of that opportunity.”
Both teams nodded and laughed. K&K and R&R shook hands and even chest-bumped before walking back to their corners. Karson and Roland exited the ring, taking a seat in their tag team's corner, while the two tag teams took to their respective corners to determine who would start.
Kevin remained in the ring while Keith exited to the apron. Seeing Kevin in the ring, Ron decided to start against his older brother, so Rob leaped over the top rope to stand on the apron. The crowd started cheering as the start of the match was imminent, so the two wrestlers on the outside turned to play to the crowd.
Karson nodded toward Roger, who was standing in the crowd, so he had approached the ring, towing a leashed and cuffed Joey along with him. Roland saw them and quickly intercepted.
“You have to remain in the crowd and away from the ring.”
“We are in the crowd,” Roger stated. Choirboy had turned to see what the issue was outside the ring.
“Yeah, but not far enough, so back up.” Taking advantage, Karson sidled up to the ring and quickly inserted two hard plastic tabs into the empty spaces in the knee pads of Keith. At some point, he would make sure that Kevin had them as well. This wasn’t going to be the cakewalk that R&R had counted on.
“Let’s chaos reign,” Choirboy screamed as he signaled for the bell.
Kevin and Ron approached each other, shook hands once again, earning a boo from the raucous crowd, and then locked up in a collar and elbow. Ron had a clear height advantage, but Kevin was close to his weight. The two pushed, pulled, and shoved at each other. As they did so, they maneuvered around the ring. When Ron had his back to Keith, Kevin pulled hard toward him, planted his feet, then thrust forward. This threw Ron off balance, and he backpedaled to regain his balance.
Unfortunately for him, this took him close to his opponent’s corner, and Keith leaned between the first and second ropes and stretched his arm out, managing to hook it into the back waistband of Ron’s trunks. He drew back between the ropes, pulling as hard as he could, and Ron slammed back into the turnbuckle with Kevin barreling full speed into him, squashing him and stunning him.
“Watch the cheating ref,” Rob yelled from his corner, but Choirboy was already in the corner ordering Kevin to stand back and Keith to keep his hands to himself. Kevin reached up and tagged his partner in. Surprising the crowd, the two made a clean exchange between inside and outside the ring, but Keith did drive a shoulder into Ron’s abs before pulling him to the middle of the ring and applying a side headlock and cranking with as much power as he could. Ron grabbed his opponent around the waist and tried to throw him off, but was unsuccessful.
Keith turned toward Rob, pulling a trapped Ron with him, and said, “Looks like your partner is turning a little red here.” Indeed, there was much color in his trapped head. Keith suddenly released the hold, grabbed an arm, and threw Ron into the ring ropes. As Ron bounced back into the ring, Keith drove a loaded knee pad deep into his gut. The crowd could hear the air escaping from Ron’s lungs as he doubled over, but maintained his feet.
Keith walked over, quickly lifted Ron into the air, and dropped him abs first across his bent knee, further forcing the air from Ron’s lungs. He rolled his opponent over to his back, reached up and tagged his partner, then grabbed both arms and extended them over Ron’s head. Kevin grabbed the top rope and powered himself over them, driving a knee into the stretched abs. Karson had done his job and loaded the knee pad, so Ron felt like a speeding freight train had landed on him. He flexed upward, ripped his arms free from Keith, and dropped them to his abs.
“Out of the ring,” Choirboy calmly told Keith.
“Gotcha, boss,” he replied as he rolled under the bottom rope. When he stood on the arena floor and walked over to his corner, he gave Karson a high five. “Good job.”
Kevin dropped to the mat behind Ron and locked on a full nelson, body scissors combo.
“Jesus Christ, you were supposed to be dropping the titles to us,” Ron huffed.
“We are. But we have to make it look convincing, or the crowd will be pissed. And this is one crowd you don’t want to piss off. Now get ready to tag your partner in.”
Kevin released the hold, pulled Ron to his feet, and locked on a side headlock. He didn’t apply full force. Ron locked his hands around the waist and turned, throwing Kevin into the ropes. When he bounced off, Ron delivered a lariat and dropped Kevin to the mat. He twisted and tagged Rob into the bout.
“Don’t go easy on my brother,” he said as he exited the ring.
“Not a problem,” Rob replied as he marched over toward his opponent lying in the middle of the ring. When he was close enough, Kevin flexed at the waist, brought both thighs up to his abdomen, and kicked out, slamming into Rob’s midsection. Rob bent over and stumbled back to the ropes, where he grabbed the top one with one arm. Kevin quickly regained his feet and cautiously approached Rob before grabbing him by the arm and tossing him across the ring. As he hit the other ropes, his back arched in pain, and a loud grunt emanated from his mouth, because Keith had thrown his knee up, driving it into the lower back. Kevin came across the ring, wrapped his arms around Rob, and twisted, dropping him back-first to the mat.
Both wrestlers bounced when they hit the mat, and Rob arched his back. Kevin rose to his feet, dragging his opponent with him. He crotch lifted him, then dropped his lower back across his bent knee. He raised Rob back up and repeated the maneuver. After Rob hit the knee, Kevin placed one hand on the chin and one on the thighs and pushed, applying pressure to the lower back.
Kevin rolled his opponent off his knee, reached over and tagged Keith, then turned and pulled Rob to his feet. Keith came through the ropes, drove a forearm across the lower back, before lifting his brother in an over-the-shoulder back breaker. As he walked around, he bounced to increase the pressure. When he was turned away from the ref, he grabbed Rob’s balls and squeezed.
“Hey, watch the low blows,” Ron yelled from the ring.
Choirboy looked at Keith and said, “Did you grab the balls?”
“This is my brother. Of course, I wouldn’t do such a thing,” he responded as he grabbed the balls again and applied pressure. Rob screamed. Keith winked at Choirboy before letting Rob drop to the mat.
Keith turned and began posing and strutting for the audience. Suddenly, he let out a loud shriek, dropped his hands to his crotch, and bent over. The reason – Rob had just pump handled him from behind.
“Watch the low blow,” Choirboy screamed at Rob.
“You let him abuse my balls, and NOW you are going to bitch about it?” Rob demanded.
“I didn’t see him do any such thing, but I saw you do it,” Choirboy retorted as he jammed his finger into Rob’s chest.
Knocking the hand and finger away, Rob screamed, “Then you are fucking lousy ref.” Ron was screaming at Rob to quit arguing with the ref and pay attention, but it was too late as he flew forward and butted heads with Choirboy because Keith had circled behind him and drove a forearm across his upper shoulders. Choirboy stumbled back and dropped to his knees.
Keith drove his shin between Ron’s legs, slamming his nuts up into his abdomen. Outraged, Rob screamed and came over the rope to attack Keith. However, Kevin had been prepared for this, and immediately after Rob hit Keith, Kevin speared Rob to the mat. He pulled him up, Keith came over, and they both lifted him and dropped him, abs first, across their knees. They repeated this before they walked him to his corner and tossed him over the top rope, where he slammed into the arena floor.
Ron was pulled up and stretched across Keith’s shoulder in a back breaker, and Kevin backed up against them. He and Keith pulled downward on the chin and the thighs and his nuts, trying to break him in half. He screamed and squirmed but was unable to get out of the hold. Choirboy was slow to shake off the blow to the forehead, but he finally got back to his feet. He walked over to the duo.
“Keith, you need to get out of the ring,” he said conversationally, ignoring Keith’s hand squeezing his brother's nuts.
“Aaah, why, man? I’m having so much fun,” was all he said, not bothering to correct Choirboy that he was the legal man in the ring.
“I’m sure, but only one man in the ring at a time, so out you go.”
“Well, if I must,” he replied, but he made no move to go for a good 30 seconds. He finally released the hold and exited the ring. Rob was just getting his feet when Keith slammed a loaded knee pad deep into his gut, before body slamming him to the ground.
“Hey, man, what the fuck,” Roland said as he watched his brother slam his brother to the ground.
Keith looked over at him and said, “You just mind your own fucking business. There are two MEN wrestling here,” before he walked over to his corner and casually climbed back onto the apron in his corner.
“Do you give?” the ref asked Ron.
“My balls, my nuts, man, my nuts,” he yelled at Choirboy, who only repeated the question but made no attempt to intervene.
“No, No,” he screamed.
Kevin released the hold on the balls and placed one hand under Ron’s ass and one under his shoulder. He lifted his opponent up like a barbell, pulled him over his head, and then dropped him down back-first across his extended knee. As his lower back impacted the knee, Ron let out a loud scream that would have made a 2-year-old girl proud. He rolled to the ring floor.
Kevin stood up, turned to his opponent’s corner, where a winded Rob was being helped back onto the ring apron by Roland, and shot a middle finger in that direction. “Look at your fucking partner now,” he screamed before doing a quick double biceps pose. He turned back to Ron only to feel an explosion in his solar plexus rocketing him backward. Ron had dug into the mat with his feet and slammed the top of his head into him.
Kevin’s backward progress was stopped when he backslammed into his opponent’s corner. Ron reached up and tagged Rob before starting a series of shoulder blocks into his brother’s abs. The ref started a count, and at 4, Ron went between the first and second ropes.
After entering the ring, Rob danced over to Keith and began hurling insults, and even reached out and slapped him. “Your ass is mine, motherfucker,” Keith yelled at his brother as he started to enter the ring, but Choirboy was there almost immediately to stop him. Rob continued to egg Keith on.
His partner, after exiting the ring, had grabbed the tag rope and wrapped it around Kevin’s neck and pulled it tight. Kevin began dancing in the corner and raising his hands, trying to get the rope off his neck. His face started turning red, and then purple.
Karson was screaming at the ref, “Hey, watch the choke, watch the choke,” but Choirboy was busy trying to stop Keith. Finally forcing Keith out of the ring, Choirboy turned back to the action to see Rob charge across the ring and do a full body “splat” against the man in the corner. He stepped back, grabbed Kevin by the back of the head, pulled him out of the corner while bending him over. He locked the head under his armpit and dropped back, slamming the forehead into the mat. Rob grabbed Kevin by the hair as he stood up and pulled him to his feet. He locked the head under his pit before taking two steps and dropping to the mat, slamming Kevin’s forehead into the mat again.
“Hey, ref, watch the hair, watch the hair,” Keith yelled from the corner.
Rob rolled to his knees before turning toward Kevin. However, Choirboy got between the two wrestlers, screaming at Rob. “Watch the hair, that’s illegal.”
“Are you fucking serious?” Rob asked incredulously. Hair-pulling was so common in wrestling that it was almost never mentioned.
“Dead serious. Don’t do illegal moves.”
“Fuck you,” Rob replied.
Ron was also screaming at Choirboy, who turned toward him and said, “You just stay in your corner.” Rob stepped around Choirboy and started toward Kevin, who had managed to get to his knees. Seeing that the ref wasn’t looking, Kevin launched himself forward, slamming his forehead into the crotch of his opponent, who grunted and dropped to his knees. Kevin pulled his head back and slammed his forehead into Ron’s forehead, knocking him backwards to the mat.
Screaming, “Watch the low blow,” Ron started between the two ropes.
“Stay out of the ring,” Choirboy screamed as he began pushing him back out of the ring.
“He hit him in the nuts. Do your fucking job,” Ron yelled.
“I am doing my job. I’m keeping you from interfering,” was the reply.
While the ref and Ron were engaged, Kevin stood, grabbed Rob by the ankle, and pulled him over to his corner, where he tagged his partner, Keith. Kevin held onto the ankle as he dropped to the mat and outside the ring. He grabbed the other ankle on the other side of the ring post. When Keith entered the ring, he charged across it to engage Ron and the ref.
Kevin, predictably, pulled Rob crotch first into the ring post, causing Rob to scream and sit up. Instead of releasing him, Kevin tied their legs up and hung down from the corner in a hanging figure four. Rob now had pressure applied to his balls and his knee. He dropped back and slammed his fists to the mat.
Choirboy had his hands full as Keith kept egging Ron on, who kept trying to enter the ring. Roland was screaming at Ron about what was occuring, and he finally looked over and saw what was happening across the ring. He dropped to the arena floor from the ring apron and headed toward the other side of the ring to assist his partner.
“Stay in your corner,” Choirboy yelled over the rail, but Ron ignored him and kept jogging in that direction. Suddenly, he was flying sideways and slammed into the guardrail separating the audience from the action. The reason for his change in direction was Keith, who had slid under the bottom rope and nailed him with a baseball slide. Keith continued on out of the ring, grabbed a stunned Ron, picked him up, and delivered a body slam on the floor. He immediately followed this with a knee drop to the head.
“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” Keith replied in response to Choirboy's urging him back into the ring. Keith made sure to get in such that the ref was still looking away from his corner. Kevin released the hold and pushed Rob back into the ring, where Keith grabbed an ankle, pulled him to the center of the ring, and applied a figure-four leglock, applying pressure to the already abused knee.
“Aaahhh,” Rob screamed as the hold was locked on. Keith was rocking back and forth to add pressure to the hold. When he could, he would apply pressure to the groin as well. However, he was quick enough that Choirboy never caught him.
Ron, after pulling his woozy self back onto the ring apron, was going crazy in the corner, screaming and yelling about the “illegal moves.” Keith was tired of the hold and released it. He rolled Rob to his stomach, grabbed the leg, pulled it up, and slammed the knee to the mat twice. He then lifted the leg up, placed his foot behind the knee, and stomped the knee into the mat. Rob screamed with each move.
Keith grabbed the leg behind the knee, bent the lower part of the leg, and lifted it upright until his brother was hanging, all his weight on the knee. Rob screamed at the pain. Keith walked backward to his corner before reaching back and tagging his partner, who quickly entered the ring and drove two kicks into the abs of the hanging wrestler. After the second kick, Keith dropped his burden to the ring floor and turned toward his corner as Choirboy was urging him to get out of the ring. Suddenly, he rotated, charged across the ring, and drove a forearm into Ron’s chest, knocking him off the ring apron. When he hit the floor, he was off balance and fell back onto his ass.
Keith rolled under the bottom rope, pulled Ron to his feet, slammed his arm between his legs, and lifted his opponent up in a cross body hold before dropping him onto his outstretched knee in a backbreaker. He quickly applied pressure to the chin and the thighs, stretching him as much as possible.
“Hey, you need to get back to your corner, so drop the wrestler,” the ref yelled from the ring.
“Make me, if you can,” Keith snarled.
Not liking to be challenged, Choirboy quickly exited the ring and got in Keith's face, berating him for his attitude and making it plain that he was the ref. During this tirade, Keith continued to the backbreaker, and the ref made no attempt to break it up. Finally, he began to count, causing Keith to stand, with Ron in a cross-body hold, turn toward the ring, and slam Ron’s lower back into the ring post twice before dropping him to the floor.
Inside the ring, Kevin hauled Rob to his feet and backed him into the middle of the ropes near where Keith and Ron were on the outside of the ring. Kevin mounted the second rope, with one foot on each side of Rob, and drove a series of fists to his head. He then positioned Rob so that the back of his head was resting on Kevin’s ass, while his arms were outstretched along the tope rope. Kevin dropped his waist over the top rope, bent his knees, and locked them around Rob’s pits. He dropped his hands, reached under the bottom rope, grabbed Rob’s ankles, and pulled them out and up before tucking them under his own pits.
Rob screamed as his feet left the ring floor, and he was now hanging by Kevin’s legs. He had been placed in the perfect tarantula hold, and his entire body was screaming in pain from the stretching, especially his abs. He began calling for the ref, asking him to break the illegal hold.
Choirboy, however, was still occupied outside the ring, for no sooner had Keith dropped Ron to the floor than he stood up and drove a knee drop into the lower back. He did this three times before the ref got in front of him, placed his hands on Keith’s chest, and pushed him back.
“I said, get back to your corner, NOW,” the ref admonished.
Keith reached up and slapped the hands away. “Don’t put your goddamned hands on me,” he screamed with some spittle flying from his mouth.
“Then do as I say, leave him alone and get back to your side of the ring.”
“Oh, you mean don’t do this,” Keith yelled as he delivered a series of stomps into the lower back.
“Exactly, don’t do that,” the ref calmly replied. “Get back to your side of the ring.”
“Fine,” Keith said as he raised his hands, bent with the palms facing Choirboy, as he slowly backed toward his side of the ring, making sure to walk away from where Kevin had Rob trapped in the tarantula. The ref was berating him the entire time, so he did not hear Rob or the crowd pointing out the hold.
Meanwhile, in the ring, well, in the ropes actually, Kevin continued with the torture hold, and Rob continued to scream, moan, and beg to be released. Kevin followed Keith and the ref until he understood he was about to be caught, so he released the hold and dropped to the arena floor. Rob dropped to the mat, his arms reaching for his abs as he lay partially in the ring and partially out of it.
Kevin saw that Ron had managed to get back to his hands and knees and was preparing to kneel, so he charged over, leaped, and drove his ass down into the lower back, slamming Ron back to the arena floor. Kevin slid under the ropes and back into the ring at about the same time that Choirboy reentered the ring.
Kevin pulled a hurting Rob to his feet, grabbed his wrist, and threw him across the ring, back first, into his and Ron’s corner, following up by charging in and driving his shoulder into his abs.
“Where’s your partner at, huh?” he teased. “Evidently, he has abandoned you.”
Looking across the ring, Rob realized he was in his own corner and looked around, but didn’t see his partner, just like Kevin had said. Before he could try and figure out what was happening, however, his abs exploded in pain, and Kevin began slamming his shoulders into his abs, using the ropes for advantage. The ref finally got him to break, but he simply grabbed Rob by the biceps, pulled him forward, as Kevin dropped to the mat and monkey flipped him across the ring. When Rob hit the mat, he slid almost all the way to the opponent’s corner due to the sweat on his body.
Kevin tagged Keith, who entered the ring by leaping over the top rope and landing with both his feet in his brother’s abs, causing him to jackknife upward with spittle splaying from his mouth. Kevin exited the ring in a neutral corner. He looked over and saw that his brother had regained his feet but still looked a little unsteady. He dropped to the floor and charged toward him.
Ron had enough wherewithal to see Kevin coming, and when Kevin dropped his shoulder to deliver a spear, Ron turned and brought his knee up. Kevin charged headfirst into the knee and staggered back and dropped to the arena floor. Ron staggered back and fell backward, landing on his ass. But he got the better end of the deal. He regained his feet, walked over, and began raining blows down onto Kevin’s back.
“He’s attacking my partner outside the ring,” Keith held, pointing to the opposing corner while he pulled Rob to his feet. When Choirboy turned to see what was happening, Keith drove a loaded knee pad up and into his brother’s balls, eliciting a scream of pain. Rob dropped to the mat and curled into a fetal position.
Ron reached down and grabbed his brother by the head and was pulling him up, when Keith came flying over the rope and slammed into him. Since Rob was curled up helplessly in the ring, he had decided to help his partner and do some damage to his other opponent. Everyone hit the arena floor in a heap, but Ron landed on the bottom. Keith was able to get to his feet first, while Kevin simply rolled over. Keith grabbed Ron, picked him up in a cross-body hold.
“Back in the ring, back in the ring,” Choirboy was yelling at Keith over the top rope. Keith ignored him as he turned and ran Ron’s lower back into the nearest ring post. He pulled back and slammed him into it three times, before he dropped him to his feet and lifted him up in a cross-shoulder back breaker, yanking down as hard as he could on the chin and the thighs.
Choirboy continued to exhort Keith to get back into the ring and finally began counting to ten. Ron was flailing in the tremendously painful hold, and Keith was bouncing up and down to increase the pressure. Kevin got back to his feet, walked over to his partner and his opponent, grabbed the right leg and spread it out before slamming a closed fist into Ron’s balls. Ron screamed, and he jerked so much he slid off Keith’s shoulders.
“Come on, ref, do something,” Roland screamed at the ref. He desperately wanted to help Ron, but knew he would only get him disqualified if he did.
“I should disqualify you for that,” Choirboy screamed from the ring.
“We aren’t the legal men,” pointing to him and Ron, “so fuck off and do your job reffing them,” Kevin laughed. With the last words, he pointed toward Kevin, who was sliding back under the rope, and Rob, who was now just sitting up on the mat, pain on his face and his hands in his groin.
“Go back to your corner,” Choirboy admonished again, and when Kevin started walking that way, he turned back to the action in the ring. Kevin took the opportunity to reverse course, push Roland, who had come to assist his brother, away, pull Ron to his feet, and deliver a DDT to the arena floor. The crowd cheered. The crowd didn’t particularly care who won; they just wanted to see a brutal match. Roland shot his brother a middle finger as he went to assist his other brother. Most likely, family repercussions would flow from tonight. Kevin returned to his corner, high-fiving audience members on the way.
“Nice job,” Karson said when Kevin got back to the corner. “But man, he is your brother.”
“Not tonight, he isn’t. Tonight, he is someone trying to take my title, and nobody, I repeat nobody, does that without paying a high price.” When he said high he had changed his voice to a falsetto. Karson and the crowd laughed.
“You keep the action in the goddamn ring, or else,” Choirboy screamed at Keith as he got in front of him and stopped him from going toward Rob.
“Yeah, yeah, now get out of my way,” Keith said as he tried to push by.
Choirboy stepped sidewise to block him. “You don’t get to fucking tell me how to ref.”
“Whatever, man, just allow me to continue this match,” Keith said as the entire ring shook. Turning back toward Rob, Choirboy saw Kevin lying on top of him as he had taken advantage of the ref’s distraction and done a frog smash from the top rope.
“Out of the ring, out of…” Choirboy began as Kevin rolled over, sent an innocent smile towards the ref, and rolled out of the ring.
“I’m out, I’m out,” he said. Once again, he high-fived Karson.
Keith walked over to Rob, who lay groaning on the mat. He pulled him to his feet with some difficulty and locked on an abdominal stretch. He pulled as hard as he could, then released the pressure, then pulled again. He also slammed his open fists down onto the abs. He was slowly torturing Rob. His brother tried to gather enough strength to power out. Keith could sense that he could have a submission at any moment, so he released the hold, dropping him to the mat. Keith looked up and saw that a hurting Ron had resumed his place on the apron but was favoring his back. Roland was standing there giving encouragement.
Keith pulled Rob to his feet, grabbed a wrist, and propelled him across the ring toward his own corner. He positioned him such that his opponent slammed into the corner chest-first. Ron had not been looking up, so he was not prepared when Rob barreled into the corner, and their two heads slammed together, knocking Ron backward. In an attempt to stay on the ring apron, Ron reached out to grab the rope, but instead, he grabbed at Rob’s hand. He dropped to the floor but managed to stay on his feet.
“We have a tag!” Choirboy intoned. “You get out of the ring,” he said as he pointed at Rob. Keith grabbed Rob, picked him up, and power-lifted him over his head before throwing him over the top rope at Ron, who attempted to grab him to soften his blow. Both wrestlers went to the ground with Rob landing on top of Ron, winding him.
Keith climbed out of the ring, pushed Rob off of his partner, pulled Ron to his feet, and slammed his head into the ring post before grabbing him by the back of his head and his trunks and throwing him back into the ring. He slammed a foot into Rob’s abs before climbing back into the ring.
Keith ignored the ref who had been calling him out for his actions the entire time he had been outside the ring. He reached down, pulled Ron to his feet, crotch lifted him and delivered a body slam. He did this three more times before delivering several kicks to his lower back. As he was kicking, he reached out and tagged his partner, who quickly entered the ring. Keith left the ring without being ordered out by the ref.
Kevin sat Ron up, dropped behind him, and pulled him up until his lower back was on his knee. He bent Ron backward and lodged his head under his right arm. He made sure Ron’s mouth was in his pit and that his own arm was across the neck.
Kevin now had Ron, his brother and his legal opponent, trapped in a dragon sleeper hold when Rob staggered into the ring to break up the hold. He was still feeling the effects of his beating and wasn’t at full strength, but he was mad as hell and wasn’t ready to cede the match yet. He needed to break up the sleeper fast. However, he was met by a charging Keith who speared him to the mat. Keith then slid behind his brother and locked on a regular sleeper while they were both sitting on the mat. He wrapped his legs around the side and locked his ankles. When Rob made any move to break out of the hold, Keith would raise his feet and drop them back down into Rob’s crotch.
The ref chose to ignore them, as Rob had entered the ring illegally and Keith was simply keeping him at bay. He paid attention to the two legal men in the ring.
“Do you want to submit?” Choirboy asked Ron. When he received no answer, he asked again.
A mumbled “yes” could vaguely be heard as Ron’s face was buried in Kevin’s pit. The ref looked up, and Kevin gave him a mild smirk.
“I guess not,” he said loud enough for the audience to hear. Ron mumbled “I give, no more” a couple of times, but only loud enough for the ref and Kevin to hear. The ref made no effort to halt the match, instead continuing to ask if Ron wanted to submit. Ron slowly got weaker until he seemed to collapse.
The ref tested this by holding up his arm three times, and each time the arm dropped unimpeded back to the mat. He finally smiled at Kevin and called for the bell, signaling the end of the match. Kevin dropped Ron to the mat, while Keith did the same to his also unconscious brother.
Choirboy leaned between the first and second ropes as the championship belts were handed to him. He looked over at Roland, who was screaming obscenities at him, and winked. This only set Roland off more. Choirboy walked over to Kevin and Keith, who were standing with one foot on their unconscious brothers while they did double biceps poses for the crowd. The sweat was streaming from both wrestlers, and they were breathing heavily.
After handing them the belts, Choirboy took each wrestlers’ hand and raised them in the air. He slowly turned around so that fans on all four sides could cheer and appreciate the winners.
“Wow, those were pretty intense, especially against your own brothers,” Choirboy said with admiration in his voice.
“Yeah, like you didn’t help,” Keith laughed. “Besides, after being announced as ‘The Terminators’, we had to give the audience what they wanted,” he continued.
“Help? I have no idea what you are talking about. I called the match straight down the middle.”
K&K both laughed loudly at that statement.
“Well, I expect the next family gathering is going to be lively,” the ref said as he turned the champs to the next side of the ring.
“Probably. But the boys needed a reminder that this is professional wrestling, it can be rough between the ropes, and if you are on the side against us, you will have to pay the price,” Kevin said.
When Choirboy reached the fourth side of the ring with the champs, where most of the crowd was, he stopped turning and held them there so the crowd could cheer and applaud them. No one noticed when two muscular, leather-clad bears stepped out of the crowd next to Karson. The same occurred on the opposite side of the ring with Roland, who was still screaming obscenities at K&K and the ref.
There was a commotion on the opposite side of the ring as two figures emerged from the crowd carrying Louisville sluggers and slid under the ropes into the ring. Some warnings were shouted, but the overall noise drowned them out.
Upon standing and walking across the ring, Jimmy and Johnny each swung a bat up and between the legs of Kevin and Keith, slamming their balls into their pelvic bone. The look of pain and surprise on their faces was almost comical, as was the loud woosh of air that escaped each of their mouths. They both dropped the belts they were holding, grabbed their crotches, and bent forward.
Choirboy released each of the two wrists and turned to see J&J standing in the ring.
“You guys the next opponents for the gauntlet championship match?” he asked with a look of humor, as well as evil, in his eyes.
J&J looked at each other. When they saw R&R laid out and K&K declared the winners, they decided to exact retribution against all four brothers. A match was the last thing on their minds.
“Sure, why not,” Johnny said.
Choirboy leapt over the rope and ran to the timekeeper/bell attendant. He grabbed the hammer and struck the bell as he whispered to the announcers.
“And our next match in this championship gauntlet has the former champs, J&J, facing off against the present champs, K&K.”
The crowd was shouting their approval at this turn of events. They were particularly bloodthirsty tonight. Karson was screaming that it was illegal and not a legal match as he tried to get into the ring. However, the two leather-clad men grabbed him, cuffed his hands around the ring post, and shoved a ball gag into his mouth. The two men on the other side of the ring did the same with Roland.
Jimmy grabbed Kevin by the back of the head, while Johnny did the same with Keith. The two champions were charged to the nearest corner, where their foreheads were bounced repeatedly and viciously into the turnbuckle. When they were released, both wrestlers stumbled backward into the ring, flailing their arms and disoriented.
Jimmy and Johnny wasted no time driving a foot into the lower abs, causing the two wrestlers to bend at the waist again. J&J rotated, slid their arms around the head of their respective opponents, and took a couple of steps forward before leaping up and dropping to the mat in a bronco buster, slamming K&K's foreheads forcibly into the mat.
K&K were considerably stunned, so it was easy for J&J to turn them around and sit them up. They locked their legs around their sides while wrapping their arms around their heads, applying sleeper holds. K&K tried to respond, but the vicious lightning-quick attack stunned them, and every attempt to break free was met with a kick to the nuts. In a matter of moments, both dropped unconscious.
Once they were sure their opponents were out, J&J dropped them to their backs and crossed their chests, hooking a leg. They also made a point of grabbing a handful of trunks. Choirboy slid back into the ring and slammed both his hands onto the mat three times, counting out both champions. He stood and pointed at the ring attendant to ring the bell.
“Your new champions are Jimmy and Johnny, J&J,” the announcer screamed as Choirboy grabbed the belts, presented them to J&J, and then raised the two wrestlers’ hands in a victory pose. After turning to all four sides of the ring, Choirboy dropped their hands and slid out of the ring to an overwhelming round of applause. He took a bow and laughed as the crowd showed their appreciation for his excellent and “unbiased” refereeing. Nah, actually, they wanted to show their approval of his screwing over all four unconscious wrestlers.
The ref started toward the back room until he heard Johnny say, “You should hang around, the best is yet to come.” Intrigued, Choirboy stopped and turned back to the ring, as J&J gave a thumbs-up to another of their friends, who threw a duffel bag into the ring. The crowd was now curious about what would happen, but no one else tried to interfere.
In the ring, J&J and two of the leather daddies, who had been invited in, stripped the four wrestlers (R&R and K&K) completely naked, including trunks, jock, socks, pads, and shoes. Karson and Roland seemed to be objecting, but of course, no one could understand them, or even cared. Each object was tossed into the audience for them to fight over. And fight they did, for they knew this was going to be a monumental night in the league and wanted a piece of the action.
Each unconscious wrestler was positioned with their head facing one ring corner and their legs intertwined in the middle. Johnny reached into the duffel bag and pulled out what looked like a lug wrench for changing a tire. Instead, it was a four-head, thick dildo with each head pointing in a different direction, one east, one west, one north, and one south.
Jimmy and one of the daddies grabbed Kevin and pulled him up by his hips until his ass was resting on his ankles. The daddy then applied generous amounts of lube to the anal region, inserting his finger to make sure the anal canal was well-lubed. Johnny did the same to one of the dildo heads before waving it in front of a cheering and encouraging crowd. He brought the dildo down and slid it ungently into Kevin’s ass, eliciting a mild murmuring but not completely waking the unconscious wrestler.
This maneuver was repeated on each of the other wrestlers until all four asses met closely, with each ass impaled on the head of the dildo. Ball stretchers were applied to each of the four scrotums, and leather leads were attached to them before they were tightly bound to an eyelet just under the middle of the four-sided dildo, stretching the scrotums tight. The excess length of the cord was wrapped around the dildo. There was no way any of the wrestlers could simply pull off the dildo. Next, double-sided leather cuffs were applied to the thigh of a wrestler and the wrestler next to him. The four wrestlers were now tethered together.
Each of the four downed wrestlers had their arms stretched out and encased in a rigid leather restraint tube, stiffening them so they couldn’t bend their elbows. Each wrestler then had a hard rubber piss gag inserted into their mouth and the straps locked in place. A rigid double-prong hook was placed in each nostril, the attached cord pulled back over the head, and attached to an anal hook.
Starting with Kevin, each wrestler was pulled up until he was on all fours, his rigid arms pulled in front of him and locked together. He was now on his hands and knees, impaled on a dildo, a rubber piss gag in place, and his head pulled back toward his ass. Johnny placed some smelling salts under his nose until he became fully awake. The cord on the pig snout restraint was adjusted to the appropriate length, and the anal hook was forced in alongside the dildo. The cord was short enough so that it pulled Kevin’s head up with his open mouth straight out. He began to struggle as much as he could.
The same treatment was given to each wrestler until they formed quite a sight. The final piece of equipment was a leather collar with a leash attached to the nearest turnbuckle. The four wrestlers were trussed up like Thanksgiving turkeys and couldn’t move much. Their mouths were forced open and their asses invaded by a hard rubber dick. Once they figured out what was happening, loud moans and screams could be heard. The crowd was laughing and cheering. J&J had certainly gotten creative.
Johnny leaned into Keith's face and said, “And now you are going to see how champions celebrate, and losers participate.” With that, Johnny pulled his cock out, fisted it until it was hard, and positioned it at the opening to Keith’s piss gag. Keith tried to turn his face, but the restraints and Johnny holding onto his ears prevented this. Jimmy had assumed a similar position with Kevin, and J&J had invited the two daddies to do the same to Ron and Rob.
One did, but the other one looked outside the ring and said to Choirboy, “Would you like to go first? It will be your ‘pay’ for the evening.”
Without hesitation, Choirboy said, “Fucking yeah,” as he hopped into the ring while unzipping his pants.
Jimmy looked over at his friend and said, “Hey, this was supposed to be your reward for helping out.”
“That’s okay. I’ll just join the next round. I mean, after all, you need to show some appreciation for the ref who allowed you to regain your titles.” Jimmy looked over at Johnny and nodded.
“Torpedoes away,” Johnny screamed, and each hard cock was shoved unmercifully to its full length. Gagging could be heard, but the four began face fucking with abandon. Jimmy looked over at Rex, his fuck buddy, who was outside the ring, and nodded. Rex reached to a box in his hand and turned a dial. A large buzzing sound could be heard as the four-headed dildo began vibrating. In a matter of moments, all four impaled wrestlers were rock-hard.
After several thrusts, Johnny yelled, "Rotate." Each of the four pulled their cocks out of their respective mouths, stepped clockwise to the next month, and began again. Musical face fucking had begun. The crowd was beside itself with joy. Roland was horrified to see his two brothers being debased, but Karson had to give J&J some credit for the setup, but not much. He looked around for Roger and Joey but could not find them.
The four guys continued until Johnny screamed, after the last rotation, so he was back in Keith’s mouth, “Full steam ahead.” Each of the four fuckers then began a full-out face fucking ending when each ejaculated. They made sure to hold the faces of their respective cocksleeves to their pubs so each ejaculation went straight to the stomach.
Rex had been paying close attention and kept the vibrations low until the four were approaching their ejaculations. He then played the knob like a virtuoso, increasing and decreasing the flow of electricity until he had the four bound wrestlers edged to the brink. When the four fuckers ejaculated, he turned the vibrations all the way up and in a matter of seconds, all four bound cocks were spurting their seed. Eight cocks were getting off at the same time.
“Next,” Johnny shouted as they all pulled out and stepped back. Each wiped his cock over his sleeves, face, and some slobber and cum dripped from their mouths to the mat. After a brief struggle, four new cocks from the audience were in the mouths. Musical face fucking at The Cupcake was in full force.
Jimmy and Johnny grabbed their championship belts and exited the ring. They each gave Choirboy a high five as they walked by. Choirboy stuck around for the rest of the activities, even joining in for another round.
Jimmy walked up to a still-cuffed Roland, stood behind him, and began to feel him up by reaching under his shirt and tweaking at the nipples. Roland tried desperately to get away from him but couldn’t.
“Would you like to come in back and play?” he asked.
Roland vigorously shook his head no as a wave of fear enveloped him. Jimmy laughed.
“Don’t worry, straight boy. Since you stayed out of the action, no one is going to force you. But you might not be so lucky next time. Remember, two of your brothers were supposedly straight until a couple of weeks ago. This is a rough league for ANYONE involved. Just ask Roger and Joey. So, I suggest you stay out of it. Understand?” As he said the last, he cranked down on one of the nipples with full force.
Roland bobbed his head up and down so hard and fast that he looked like a bobble head on a rough road.
“But I have to say, it’s too bad. I think we could have a lot of fun.” Jimmy took one hand, grabbed a handful of ass, and squeezed. Jimmy vigorously shook his head side to side.
J&J looked over the crowd, looking to rescue their former enforcer, Joey. But Roger had quickly grasped the situation and exited the bar with a resisting Joey, so instead J&J stopped at the bar to speak with the owner.
“You can decide when to stop the action,” Jimmy said.
“Are you nuts? I’d cause a riot if I tried. Once everyone is satisfied, it will be over.” Thus, it was that R&R and K&K consumed much cum over several hours. Their poor balls were milked until there was nothing left, the mat underneath them was a cum covered mess, and their balls ached like mad. When it was over, they were covered with cum and sweat, and their breath smelled like cum.
After being freed from their restraints, the four collapsed in the ring as the lights were turned out and the bar locked up. It was almost an hour later before the four were able to remove the dildo and get out of the ring. Karson and Roland, still cuffed to the posts, tried to yell at the wrestlers to grab the keys and free them. The keys had been left in the middle of the ring. The dazed wrestlers failed to hear them, so Roland and Karson were left bound and gagged to the ring posts. They quickly realized they had to work together, somehow, to free themselves.
This was accomplished by a disgusted Roland, lying on his stomach in the middle of the ring, getting coated in sweat and cum, managing to extend his foot and kick the keys across the ring toward Karson. Unfortunately, his aim was off a little, and the keys slid out of the ring slightly out of Karson’s reach. Cursing at Roland, Karson was finally able to stretch his feet enough to pull the keys toward him. Fortunately, Karson had played soccer and was an excellent Hacky-Sack player, so he was finally able to get the keys onto the toe of his boot and flick them up and onto the ring apron, where he could grab them and free himself.
He removed the cuffs and the gag, walked around the ring toward Roland before extending a single middle finger, saying “It sucks to be you,” and tossing the key into the middle of the room. He exited the room laughing as he did so. Roland jerked and tried to scream at Karson to no effect. He was found the following morning by the bar owner.
When K&K and R&R stumbled into the locker room, they found that all their clothes, along with their wallets, keys, and cellphones, were missing. A note informed them that they could be found in the Walmart parking lot, located across town. Both former tag team champions had been thoroughly dethroned.
“Goddamned, mother fuckers,” Kevin yelled from the bathroom as he tried to clean up. The water to the building had been shut off, and no clothes of any kind could be found. Realizing they had to work together, R&R put aside their anger at the betrayal by their brothers. But only temporarily. Thus, it was that four naked, cum covered jocks exited the building and began figuring out how to get across town.
“Need a ride, cumdumps,” Choirboy called from across the parking lot.
“You fucking cheating ref,” Keith yelled as he charged across the lot.
Choirboy got in his truck, closed the door, put it in gear, and drove further down the lot before stopping and opening the window. “You sure you can afford to insult me?”
Keith stopped and just stared. If looks could kill, Choirboy would be six feet under. Kevin walked up to Keith. “Come on, let’s just get this over with. We can deal with retribution later.”
Thus, the four cum covered, naked wrestlers were soon in the bed of the pickup truck as Choirboy drove them across town. Of course, he took the long, most populated route and frequently used the horn to attract attention from the late-night/early-morning people who were out.
The two former tag team champions had been thoroughly beaten and defeated and wouldn’t be showing their faces around anytime soon.
Or would they?
Later that morning, the owner walked in and turned on the lights.
“Man, it smells like sex in here,” he said. He looked into the middle of the ring, covered in sweat and cum, some dried and some not. “Smells like a good time was had by someone,” he laughed.
“Shut the goddamned fuck up and let me go,” Roland shouted in his direction, having managed to remove the ball gag during the night.
The owner turned and looked at Roland who he had failed to see earlier. Laughing, he walked over and took in Roland’s predicament. “Well, looks like they left a cleaner for me.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, asshole. Uncuff me,” Roland demanded. “The keys are over there,” he said as he pointed with his cuffed hands.
The owner retrieved the keys and returned. He reached out and grabbed Roland by the chin, squeezed hard, and turned his head toward him. “Not a good idea to insult the guy who is going to help you out.”
“I’m sorry, okay. But I’ve been stuck here all night, covered in sweat and cum that isn’t my own. I just want the fuck out of here.”
“Reasonable request. One I will be happy to assist you with, but what’s in it for me?”
“What??”, Roland screamed.
“I know, you can clean this mess up. I mean, your brothers were responsible for it.”
“Bullshit, J&J were responsible,” Roland screamed. “Get them to clean it up.”
The bar owner laughed. “No, I’m fairly sure that a lot of that sweat and cum belongs to your brothers and their partners. J&J deposited their cum into receptacles.” The owner laughed like that was the funniest thing ever.
“Fuck you!! I’m not cleaning up this mess. UNCUFF me, asshole.”
The owner walked away, ignoring Roland. He went into his office, where he was for about 30 minutes, ignoring the screaming and shouting from the bar area. Eventually, he went back out, and Roland agreed to clean up the ring. The owner told him that offer expired 20 minutes ago. Now he would have to clean the ring and the bar floor. Knowing he had no choice, Roland reluctantly agreed.
The owner wasn’t stupid and knew that as soon as he was free, Roland would try to take off, so he forced Roland to allow himself to be stripped from the waist down and a pair of chain ankle cuffs applied. He couldn’t easily go anywhere. Once the cuffs were on and his hands were free, Roland was forced to remove his shirt so that he was completely naked. His hands were recuffed with a long length of chain between them. He was not happy about being a naked straight guy in a gay bar, even if it wasn’t open to the public, but he went about his business.
The regular staff laughed when they walked in and saw Roland at work. The owner gave them other tasks and let them leave early, but with full day's pay. It took Roland nearly eight hours of hard labor to get the bar to an agreeable state. Before removing the cuffs and letting him leave, the owner had pissed on his clothes. He laughed as the straight boy exited the bar wearing piss, sweat, and cum soaked clothes. It was a good thing Roland had a car nearby.
“Probably not,” the owner said when he heard Roland mumble that Kevin and Ron were definitely going to pay for this. “They will eat you alive.”
Roland considered seeking revenge against the bar owner, but wisely decided against it. He had seen and heard what went on at “The Cupcake” and didn’t want to risk returning to it – ever. Kevin and Ron were a different story altogether!~
Managler, J &J's creativity blew my mind (and another organ). We need to get four wrestling studs to assume the necessary positons and put in the requisite gear for a photo. I'd gladly be one of the four.
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