[This is the story that
was never supposed to be. Many years ago
(somewhere between 15-20), I wrote One Step Beyond. I ended the story by suggesting an upcoming
match. I never intended to write that
match but to leave it to the reader’s imagination. The story had other ideas. Recently, out of the blue, this story popped
into my head. You may wish to read One
Step Beyond first, but it is unnecessary to understand this story. This story is more akin to “old mangler” than
“new mangler.”]
One Step
Beyond – Redux
By
The Mangler
The crowd at Oscar's Hideaway (usually just referred to
as Oscars) was growing restless, waiting for the last match. This was a gay bar that had been around for a
very long time under the same name, but over the years, it had metamorphosed
its way from a secret gathering spot for gay men to a gay disco bar to a gay
twinky bar and to a leatherman’s bar.
Oscars was named after Oscar Wilde and was a code name
for gay men everywhere. In its present
configuration, a regulation-sized wrestling ring stood in the middle of the
floor. During the week, patrons were
allowed to “play” around in the ring, which usually meant rolling, grabbing,
and having sex. However, several gay
wrestlers used the ring during the day to practice and improve their
skills. The bar hosted professional
fights twice a month under the auspices of the WUL, Wrestling Underground
League.
The league was an independent organization that wrestled
mainly at gay bars and had a decent following.
Recently, it had started doing some streaming of its matches, which
increased its audience. Most of the wrestlers
were either gay or bi, but there were a few open-minded straight wrestlers as
well. They had to be open-minded because
sexual situations were commonplace in during and after the matches.
The crowd was a little larger and a little rowdier
tonight as they wanted to see the new tag team champions. Jimmy and Johnny, known as J&J, were new
to being the champs as they had obtained the belts in an unexpected win over
two larger and more muscular opponents at Bugle Boys in the next city
over. After the match, they had
humiliated the hell out of the former champs.
So much so that the team had canceled all their matches for the
foreseeable future. The story of their
win had spread to Oscars, and the crowd was clamoring for the match to begin.
There usually weren’t refs in the WUL, and in tag teams,
the wrestlers used the “honor” system to make sure only one man was in the ring
at a tag. This “honor” system was very
loose, however, so double teaming was common, but the partner of the guy being
tag teamed usually joined in to even the odds.
As the time for the match approached, the anxious crowd
was getting more restless. No one
particularly noticed the two leather-clad guys standing toward the back of the
room. Both wore leather vests without
shirts underneath, ripped jeans, and well-worn boots. Both also sported leather masks hiding their
faces. One guy stood 6”2 and weighed
around 200 pounds. He had a hairless,
well-developed set of pecs, which were the envy of many guys. The other guy was also 6”2 and weighed about
the same. His pecs were even more
prominent than the first guy and were covered with a light dusting of blonde
hair, which stood out against his tan.
Had these two entered on any other night or even early
tonight, they would have no shortage of admirers. But they weren’t interested in the crowd or
anybody in it. They came exclusively to
see the wrestling match.
The challengers for tonight wrestled as K&K, Kevin,
and Keith, while the champions were J&J, Jimmy, and Johnny. As there were no refs, each team had an
“enforcer” who watched out for their team's backs. Each enforcer would visit the opposing team in
the locker rooms to ensure no foreign bodies or other illegal tricks were being
planned. First time wrestlers to the
league were usually a little freaked out by this ritual.
The enforcer for J&J was, fittingly enough,
Joey. Joey looked like a skater punk. He
was 5’6”, 130 pounds, had multiple tattoos, and had an unimpressive body. He had dirty blonde hair, which was pulled
back into a ponytail.
“Okay, guys, we're off to check on the chumps you’re
wrestling tonight,” Joey said to J&J as he started out the door of their
locker room. The “we” he referred to
included himself and the guy at the end of the leash he was carrying.
Standing at 5’8” and weighing in at 160 pounds, Roy was
dressed in very little. He had a dog
collar, with “slave” written on it, attached to a leather leash that resided in
Joey’s hand. He was wearing a neon pink
jock strap which was two sizes too small, so it clearly outlined the chastity
cage he was wearing. He also had a large
ring pierced through his nose. He did
not look pleased to be there.
Roy had been the enforcer for R&R during their bout
and had, unfortunately, fallen to the deviousness of Joey, who claimed him as
his permanent slave. His training was
coming along nicely. The two walked out
of the dressing room and down the hall to the room K&K was assigned. On the way down, they passed Karson, who was K&K’s enforcer. The group barely acknowledged each other
except for Joey turning to Roy and saying, “Ooh, looks like you're getting a
fellow slave after tonight. This is one
fine ass.” Karson overheard but ignored
the comment.
They entered the locker room to find that Kevin and Keith
were already naked and standing around.
“Ooh, couldn’t wait for me to come ogle you, huh?” Joey said.
He was silently disappointed. One
of his tactics was to use psychological warfare on the opponents. This usually involved making them strip first
and giving them a complete and humiliating exam. The first part of his routine had already
been disrupted.
It was easy to tell that both Kevin and Keith were gym
hounds. They were very well-defined, and
you could see the striations in each muscle.
Each stood at 5”10, weighing 185-190 pounds. Kevin had medium-length dark black hair, and
it is evident that he had removed all his body hair. Keith had shorter brown hair and a smattering
of hair across his chest and abdomen, tailored down into a treasure trail
leading to his well-trimmed bush. These
were the type J&J liked to beat up the most.
Joey decided to try and get some of the psychological
advantage back.
“Alright, meatheads, both of you put your arms up and
over your heads and keep them that way,” he demanded.
Both immediately locked their hands behind their neck and
began flexing and posing. This was not
going to plan at all. Joey quickly
inspected their pits and the other obvious areas of their body, finding
nothing.
“Okay, both of you bend over and spread them,” Joey
demanded. This usually got some protest,
but K&K immediately obeyed without any apparent discomfort. Joey carefully inspected their asses and saw
nothing. But as an expert at this game,
he also decided to check internally.
Usually, he would warn the guys, but he decided not to
this time. He stepped up close to both
of them and placed his index finger at the edge of their asses, where he
rotated them gently before shoving them into each hole, reaching the knuckle
instantly.
To his great shock and surprise, neither wrestler moved,
and both actually pushed outward to help ease the fingers in. Finding nothing and being a little pissed at
this time, Joey yanked his fingers out, noted they appeared clean but wiped
them along the lower back of both wrestlers.
“Okay, the two of you stand back up,” he growled. Both obliged and turned around to face
him. He noted that both wrestlers had
long, thick cocks, and bother were uncircumcised. He stepped up, reached down, and began to
caress each set of balls before applying a little pressure. Both guys responded the same, with a slight
thickening and hardening of their cocks.
“Uhh, I don’t think that is really called for,” Keith
said. “We aren’t hiding anything there.”
“But you both are uncut and could have something hidden
in your foreskin, so I thought I’d take a look without having to finger you,”
he replied as he slipped his hand up from the balls and began to stroke both
cocks. They quickly hardened to their 7
½ and 8-inch lengths, and the heads of their cocks popped out of the foreskin. Joey’s cock was also responding.
“As you can see, nothing there either,” Keith said. Neither one had shown the slightest bit of
discomfort. Joey was now having a hard
time mentally as his routine was not having the desired effect.
“Give me your gear and go over there and stand by the
boy,” Joey said, pointing at Roy. The
two wrestlers grinned and walked over to stand one on each side of Roy. They crossed their arms over their pecs. Their cocks were slowly deflating.
Joey very carefully went through each item of clothing – white
boots, white knee pads, jock straps, and blood-red trunks. The trunks had the letter K in white thread,
sewn to each ass cheek. The only thing
he found out of order was a pair of rigid inserts in one knee pad.
“Aha, you cheating little bastards. Thought you could put one by me, did you?”
Joey sneered as he removed the inserts and tossed them aside.
“Uh, I borrowed those pads and didn’t know….”
“Save it for someone who will believe your lies.”
Joey took a seat on the bench facing the two still naked
wrestlers and said “Okay, you can put your boots on,” as he tossed them over.
Without saying a word, they laced up their boots with
their cock and balls dangling around.
Joey had hoped that prolonged nudity might cause a reaction but was
finding that would not happen. Still, he
carried on. He let them put on knee pads
next, followed by jockstraps and trunks.
It was a bit of a struggle to get the clothes over the boots, but
K&K were successful.
After they were dressed, Joey said “You two just stand
right there until time to go out. Don’t
want you to try anything.”
“Ok,” Keith said as he turned toward Roy. “So, what’s it like having this dickhead for
a master?”
“And shut the fuck up,” Joey screamed before Roy could
say a word.
Karson had just arrived in the J&J locker room as the
wrestlers dropped their bags. They
turned to Karson and said, “Welcome, sir” together.
Karson snorted. “This
is who beat the champs last week?” he mocked.
“Yeah, whatever, they must not have been very good wrestlers. Okay, you know the drill, so why don’t both
of you get naked.”
“Aah, do we have to?”
Johnny meekly asked.
Karson laughed, “Yeah, you do. And don’t be embarrassed.
It’s just a man and two boys in here.”
Jimmy and Johnny slowly began to undress, saving their
shirts for last. They had their backs to
Karson, who was just smirking. The smirk
quickly faded as the two turned around. They were both gymnasts and had
fantastically developed upper bodies, especially the biceps. Karson just stood there staring.
“Would you quit drooling and get this over with, please?”
Johnny said. “We’re naked here.”
Karson shook his head like a scolded puppy. “Okay, hands over heads.” J&J complied,
and Karson did a quick once over. As
part of his check, he quickly manipulated the cock and balls but found
nothing. Mimicking Joey, he had the two
bend over and expose their asses. Unlike
Joey, Karson did an internal check one at a time.
Satisfied that neither wrestler had anything on or in
their person, Karson began closely examining their wrestling attire. He started with Jimmy’s. Karson did see the string on the kneepads
that could be removed, creating a small pocket, but said nothing about it.
“Okay, Jimmy, you can get dressed. Stand over there so that you are out of the
way.”
He next began examining Johnny’s attire. Jonny had maneuvered so that Jimmy was
getting dressed behind Karson and not in his direct line of site. Jimmy quickly pulled the thread on the
kneepads, removed the rigid plastic inserts from the locker, and inserted them
into the pads before getting dressed. Jimmy
and Johnny failed to realize that Karson had moved them around so that he could
see Jimmy’s reflection in a highly polished aluminum refrigerator, so he saw
Jimmy inserting the plastic inserts.
Once again, he said nothing.
Once he was finished, he allowed Jonny to get
dressed. Jimmy managed to distract him
long enough for Johnny to drop a small silver chain and a leather cord into the
front of his trunks. Once again, Karson
was aware but said nothing.
J&J had decided to wear black wrestling trunks, white
knee pads, and white boots to give a traditional image. Also, the black color helped hide the foreign
objects better. The letter J, in a white
thread, was sewn onto each ass cheek of the two wrestlers, so it looked like
J&J without the &.
It was a tradition that both teams would exit the locker
room simultaneously. The idea was not to
give either team the advantage of being in the ring first. As the announcer began his announcement, the
two leather-clad guys standing in the back merged into the crowd.
At the Oscars, the walk to the ring was through the crowd
until about six feet from the ring, where metal barriers separated the
fans. K&K walked out of the back and
into the wrestling area. They were met
by some very enthusiastic fans who encouraged them in the upcoming bout. Some also reached out and touched and caressed
them as they walked toward the ring, with Joey and Roy following them. As they neared the ring, one of the leather-clad
men gave Kevin a huge hug and a pat on his pecs. As he did so, his right hand wandered under
the waistband of the trunks and deposited a leather cord. He then repeated the maneuver with Keith, but
instead of a leather cord, he deposited a two-knuckle brass knuckle. Keith had to adjust his trunks so the bulge from
the knuckles wouldn’t be noticeable.
Joey failed to notice anything.
Once they reached ringside, Joey quickly looked them over
one last time, and saw nothing unusual, so he let K&K leap into the ring. Joey looked around to see why J&J hadn’t
arrived yet and noticed a larger crowd of well-wishers pushing in on them,
slowing their progress. He assumed they
were all fans of the new champs.
When J&J exited the locker area, they followed Karson
instead of him leading them. As they
entered the crowd, they were immediately surrounded by well-wishers
congratulating them on their surprise win last week. Usually, J&J would come out looking
sheepish and bashful, but tonight, they were basking in their
accomplishment. As they made their way
through the crowd, the distance between Jimmy and Johnny increased due to the
crush of fans.
As Johnny was nearing a huge leather guy, the crowd
seemed to get closer and more closed in.
The leather guy reached out and began caressing his chest. He tweaked the right nipple almost to the
point of pain, but not quite. He ran his
hand down the abs and slipped his hand under the wrestling trunks. Johnny suddenly felt an intense pain in his
balls as the leather guy had locked on a powerful ball claw. When Johnny tried to scream, the leather guy
countered it by placing his left hand behind Johnny’s head, pulling it forward,
and locking on a mouth-sealing kiss. The
crush of fans impeded Johnny’s arm movement; the pain in his groin was immense,
and he could not call out due to the kiss.
The leather guy went from squeezing both balls to
squeezing only one and then the other while applying as much pressure as possible. Johnny was seeing stars. The pain lessened but did not abate when the
guy released the claw. But the pain
intensified several folds when a metal-filled knee pad slammed into his
balls. This was repeated twice. On the second blow, Johnny pulled free but
was in so much pain that he couldn’t say much but just slumped to his knees.
The leather guy stepped back, looking at the metal chain
and leather cord he had removed from Johnny’s trunks. The other crowd members closed in, keeping
Johnny on his knees and out of sight.
Karson reached the ring shortly, followed by Jimmy. Jimmy turned to see where Johnny was and
failed to see Kevin execute a feet-first baseball slide under the ropes and
into the side of his head. This sent him
flying backward and down to the floor.
Kevin continued to slide out of the ring and approach Jimmy. He grabbed
him by the head, pulled him to his feet, and ran him head-first into the
nearest ring post, causing Jimmy to stagger back. Kevin grabbed him again, ran down the side of
the ring, and slammed the head into the next ring post.
Observing what was happening, Joey dropped Roy’s leash
and charged around the ring to assist Jimmy.
He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t find Johnny. He was met halfway by Karson, who blocked his
way. The two enforcers stared at each
other but did not otherwise interact. This
gave Kevin time to deliver two body slams to the floor before picking Jimmy up
and tossing him into the ring.
The match had started with Kevin and Jimmy being in the
ring, Johnny being MIA, and Keith standing in his corner. Once Jimmy had been tossed into the ring,
Joey headed toward the crowd to see if he could find Johnny. Jimmy felt a pair of hands reach around his
waist, and he was then lifted and dropped back in a perfectly executed suplex,
which left him stunned and breathless.
Karson delivered several stomps in the abs and solar plexus before
returning to his side of the ring. As he
passed Roy, who was heading towards Joey, he grabbed the leash and pulled Roy
in the opposite direction.
“I think you want to go this way,” Karson said.
Roy looked at Joey lying on the ground, shrugged his
shoulders, and followed Karson to K&K’s corner, where he was told to “stay
out of the way.” Karson walked to the bar's
back wall and grabbed a folding chair.
However, this was a very special folding chair. When he opened it, the surrounding crowd
could see that a moderate-sized dildo had been fixed to the chair. Also, just in front of the dildo, a hole had
been cut in the seat. Interest was
aroused.
Karson walked back over to where Joey was sitting
up. From behind, he startled Joey when
he grabbed a handful of hair, picked him up onto his feet, locked his hands
around his waist, and lifted. Joey
thought he was headed for another suplex, but Karson had something else in
mind. And that was dropping Joey’s ball
onto the rigid divider separating the wrestlers from the crowd.
Joey cried out and clutched at his nuts as he fell to the
floor. Karson pulled Joey to his feet,
and then DDT’d him to the floor.
“Roy, get the fuck over here,” he screamed.
Roy ran over, and he and Karson picked Joey up and
delivered him over to the folding chair.
“Grab that bag,” Karson told Roy as he pointed under the
ring.
While Roy went to get the bag, Karson stripped Joey’s
pants and underwear down to his knees, effectively hobbling him. When Roy returned, Karson pulled out a large
bottle of lube and lubed up the dildo on the chair, and put a big gob on Joey’s
ass as well.
He then instructed Roy to help him lift Joey. Each put an arm under his thighs and an arm
around his back and lifted. Joey began
to struggle, but Karson ignored him as he instructed Roy to help center the ass
over the tip of the dildo. When the tip
touched his ass, Joey began to struggle harder, but all that did was make him
sink onto the dildo faster as Karson and Roy lowered him. Between Joey’s struggle and Karson and Roy’s
pressure, Joey felt the dildo stretch his ass until it suddenly closed as it encountered
the tailored end of the dildo.
Roy stood behind the chair and put pressure on Joey’s
shoulders while Karson secured Joey’s hands to the chair. He next removed a leather ball stretcher from
the gym bag. He attached the stretcher
to Joey’s balls, pulling it tight. He
then tied a leather string through the D-ring and dropped everything through
the hole in the chair seat.
He grabbed the free end of the leather strap and wrapped
it around the crossbar of the metal chair and tied it off.
“You can let go know,” he told Roy. Joey could not move off the dildo and, in
fact, couldn’t move much at all due to the pain in his balls when he did. That didn’t stop him from releasing some very
profane and angry words. Karson and Roy
walked back over to the corner. Some
fans come over to caress Joey’s body and tweak at his nipple, ignoring Joey’s
attempts to fight them off. One fan
grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Joey’s head back where he began to kiss
him. Joey bit him in the lip, causing
the fan to let go and laugh.
After getting back in the ring, Kevin delivered several
stomps to the abs of Jimmy before pulling him to his feet and slinging him
across the ring to land back first against the ring post. Keith reached over the top rope and secured a
full nelson as Kevin charged across the ring, driving a shoulder into the
abs. He then began using Jimmy as a
punching bag with repeated blows to the abs.
His last blow was between the legs, causing Jimmy to jerk so much that
he broke the full nelson and fell to his knees.
Knowing that he had very little time, Jimmy launched
himself upward from his knees, driving the top of his skull into Kevin’s balls,
stopping him cold. Jimmy attempted to
get back to his feet, but Keith grabbed both ankles and jerked Jimmy back until
his balls slammed into the ring post.
Keith hopped back onto the ring apron, reached over the ropes, and
tagged Kevin, who was still smarting from the low blow.
Keith slid between the ropes back into the ring. He grabbed Jimmy by the hand and pulled him
back into the ring. He scooped him up
and delivered a series of three body slams before dropping down ass first onto
the abs and locking in a double pec claw.
He rose up slightly and bore down to get more pressure into the hold.
After checking that Johnny hadn’t made it to the ring yet,
Kevin slid into the ring behind Keith.
He bent over by Jimmy’s knees, where he reached over and extracted the
two rigid inserts from the knee pad. He
quickly slipped them into his knee pads.
He couldn’t resist giving Jimmy’s groin a hard slap before exiting the
ring.
Outside the ring, Johnny had managed to regain his breath
and began to rise from the floor. To do
so, he put both hands on the floor to push himself up. Just as he began to push, a booted foot
slammed between his legs and into his balls, sending him face-first to the
floor. The surrounding crowd masked his
cry of pain.
Keith slowly rose from his knees to a squatting position
as he refused to release the double pecs claws.
In a fantastic show of strength, Keith pulled Jimmy to his feet, hoisted
him into the air, and began shaking him from side to side. This intensified the pain in the pecs. Keith turned to face his corner and threw
Jimmy back first into the turnbuckles, releasing the claws as he did. Jimmy slammed back into the post hard.
Kevin pulled both of Jimmy’s arms over the top rope and dropped
his arms between Jimmy’s and the rope, joining the hands together. He now had Jimmy trapped in the corner. Keith began raining punches down to Jimmy’s
right pec, using it as a punching bag.
Jimmy had no choice except to absorb the blows.
When Keith changed his stance, Jimmy saw his opening and
threw his right leg between Keith’s legs, slamming them into his balls. Keith grunted, stepped backward, and grabbed
at his nuts.
“Yeah, that was fucking cheap shot,” Kevin yelled as he
pulled both his hands up and locked on a chin lock, making sure that Jimmy
couldn’t go anywhere. Suddenly, Kevin
felt his feet being pulled out from the ring apron, and with nothing to hold
him up, he fell toward the ring floor. As
he came down, his chin slammed into the top of the ring post. He lost his grip on Jimmy and dropped to the
floor, where he stepped backward before falling to the floor.
After the kick to the balls, Johnny had managed to get to
his hands and knees and crawl to ringside.
Before getting there, he looked into the ring and took in the
situation. Therefore, he chose to crawl
to the opponent's corner, where he had come up behind Kevin and yanked his feet
from under him. When Kevin hit the
floor, Johnny grabbed the ankles, pulled them up and apart, and tried to drop a
knee down into Kevin’s balls, but he had telegraphed the move, so Kevin was
able to twist such that the knee came down onto this thigh.
Jimmy had dropped to the mat in the ring as the chin lock
had been dropped. He started to pull
himself up by the ropes, but when he was halfway up, Keith slammed a shoulder
block into his abs, forcing him back into the corner. He delivered several more blocks before
pulling Jimmy out of the corner and delivering a bodyslam.
When Johnny’s knee missed its intended target, Kevin reached
up, grabbed a handful of hair, and yanked Johnny’s head down while lifting his
up, slamming their two foreheads together.
Both were stunned by the blow, but Kevin recovered quicker as he had
been expecting the blow. He grabbed a
handful of hair and ran Johnny down the ringside before slamming his forehead
into the ring post.
As Johhny fell to the mat, Kevin returned to the corner
shaking his head to try and get the cobwebs out. After the body slam, Keith pulled Jimmy’s
right arm out perpendicular to his body.
He delivered several punches to the bicep before reaching up to tag
Kevin, who had just returned to the corner.
Kevin leaped to the top rope and jumped, landing with the
loaded kneepad into Jimmy’s biceps.
Jimmy screamed and jumped. Kevin placed
his hand on the right wrist and delivered a series of knee drops with the
loaded knee pad into the bicep.
Keith had slipped out of the ring, pulled Johnny to his
feet by the hair, walked him around the ring back toward Johnny’s corner, and
delivered a body slam to the hard floor. He followed this up with several kicks and
stomps to the abs and head. He returned
in the direction of his corner.
After the knee drops, Kevin held Jimmy’s arm out so that
Keith could grab it as he walked by.
Once he had a good grip on the wrist, he used it to pull Jimmy’s arm
outside the ring until his biceps/triceps were even with the ring edge. He pumped the arm up and down repeatedly,
slamming the upper arm into the ring edge.
Once Keith stopped slamming the arm, he tossed the wrist
over the bottom rope, where Kevin grabbed it by the wrist and pulled it down,
exposing the bicep on the rope. Keith
reached into his trunks, pulled out the brass knuckles, and tossed them to
Kevin, who caught it with his free hand.
He slipped the knuckles on and began slamming them into Jimmy’s exposed
bicep. After having inflicted some
damage, Kevin removed the knuckles and returned them to Keith.
Kevin pulled Jimmy into the ring, where he once again
began a series of knee drops into the bicep until he felt it go soft. Jimmy screamed at that exact moment. Kevin reached out and tagged Keith, who
entered the ring. As Kevin was exiting
the ring, he pulled Jimmy’s to his feet and positioned his head over the top
rope so that his right pec was centered on the top of the rope. He locked his arm over the head.
Inside the ring, Keith picked up Jimmy’s legs and leaned
back until Jimmy’s body was parallel to the ring floor. He and Kevin then drug Jimmy’s body along the
length of the rope will all the pressure applied to the right pec. They did this four times before dropping Jimmy
to the mat. With his left hand, Jimmy
reached over to rub his pec, which was screaming and burning and had some rope
burn present. He also tried to make his
right bicep feel better by massaging it, but that only increased the discomfort.
Johnny managed to pull himself onto his corner when he
saw Keith, carrying Jimmy, charge across the ring and slam him back first into
the turnbuckle. The transmitted force knocked
Johnny off the ring apron back to the floor.
He landed on his feet, however, so when Keith started to back up, he
managed to reach under the ring rope, grab his ankle, and yank, causing Keith
to fall to his back.
Johnny leaped to the ring apron, tagged Jimmy’s hand, leaped
to the top rope, and came off, landing with both feet in Keith’s abs. Keith doubled up when the feet hit him, and
air and spittle flew out of his mouth.
Jimmy had slumped to the ring floor in his corner and lay
there. Johnny stood a minute trying to recuperate
because his balls were still screaming from the previous abuse. He reached into his trunks to find the silver
chain hidden there but came up empty. He
didn’t know what had happened, but it wasn’t there, and neither was the leather
cord.
Johnny dropped to the mat, lifted Keith to a sitting
position, and placed him in a Japanese stranglehold. He was doing this to buy himself more
recovery time and to further disorient Keith. Meanwhile, Jimmy was able to roll
under the ring ropes and drop to the bar floor, where he sat on his knees to
get some recovery time.
Johnny dropped the strangle hold but prevented Keith from
slumping to the mat. Instead, he grabbed
Keith by the hair and, standing behind him, pulled Keith onto his feet. Once he had him on his feet, Johnny slipped
one arm and shoulder between his legs and lifted Keith into an across the
shoulder backbreaker. He used his left
hand to pull down on the chin and used his right to lock on a ball claw,
squeezing and releasing. He was turned
so that he could keep an eye on Kevin in his corner.
Keith managed to wriggle his way such that he started
sliding down Johnny’s back such that he had to release him. Keith crashed to the mat, landing on his
chest. Johnny delivered several knees
and stomps to the lower back.
Jimmy, though still hurting, had managed to get back to
his feet.
“Toss him out,” he yelled to Johnny.
Johnny used his feet to kick and roll Keith under the
ropes, with him dropping to the floor.
Jimmy managed to lift Keith into a cross-body hold, although his right
bicep wasn’t a lot of help. He proceeded
to run Keith’s back into the ring post several times before dropping him on the
ring apron.
When Kevin saw Keith being pushed out of the ring, he
dropped from the apron and headed toward the outside action. Johnny timed his reaction well, and he went
over the top rope, slamming into Kevin and knocking him into the rails
surrounding the ring. J&J weren’t
going down without a fight.
Jimmy positioned Keith so that his neck was hanging over
the ring edge and his chest was available.
He delivered a series of elbows into the left pec. When the last elbow started on a downward
arc, Keith raised his left arm up between Jimmy’s legs and slammed his lower
arm into Jimmy’s balls. While the force
wasn’t optimum, it was enough to do the trick.
Jimmy screamed, stepped back, and dropped to his knees with his hands
cupping his balls.
Keith pulled himself back in the ring, sat up, and looked
around to get his bearings. He saw Jimmy
kneeling on the floor and found Johnny outside the ring, wailing away on a
downed Kevin with fists and forearms.
Keith quickly slid out of the ring, away from Jimmy. He arrived behind Johnny and when Johnny
brought his fist up, Keith slid his right arm under the pit and brought his
hand to the back of the neck. He had
Johnny in a half nelson and used that to jerk him up and to his feet, where he
secured a full nelson. He turned and
began slamming Johnny’s head into the nearest ring post.
Seeing Jimmy coming toward them, Keith, at the last
minute, shoved Johnny forward while releasing the nelson. Jimmy and Johnny slammed into each other with
Johnny’s head landing on Jimmy’s chin.
As Johnny staggered backward, Keith delivered a pump handle
into his already abused balls. Johnny
screeched as he dropped to the floor, trying not to throw up. Keith
stepped around Johnny and charged into Jimmy, spearing him down to the floor.
Kevin had regained his senses and started over to the
action when Keith yelled, “Get in the ring and come to his corner.”
Having full faith in his brother, Kevin did as
instructed. When he arrived in the
corner, he saw that Keith had a woozy Jimmy standing on the floor with arms
thrown around each side of the ring post with the hands in the ring.
With a simple look at Keith, Kevin pulled out the leather
cord that his friend had placed during their walk in. Using the cord, he wrapped the cord around
both thumbs a couple of times, then tightly knotted it, effectively cuffing
Jimmy around the ring post.
He grabbed the right wrist and pulled until the arm was
situated on the ring apron near the edge.
Keith plowed in several elbows to the already well-abused right
bicep. With each blow, Jimmy
screamed. After the last elbow, Jimmy
dropped to his knees and tried to pull his hand around the post with no luck.
“And here are your winners and new WUL Tagteam Champions,
K&K.”
The two wrestlers lifted the belts over their heads and
preened for the crowd. The reception was
a combination of boos, for those rooting for J&J, and cheers, for those who
appreciated the work that K&K did.
The cheers outweighed the boos.
Karson walked over to the ring and tossed a duffel bag
over the top rope. Keith went over and
picked it up while Kevin walked over and rolled a still sleepy Jimmy over onto
his stomach.
“Okay, the fucking good stuff starts now,” one of the
crowd yelled, eliciting cheers from the rest of the crowd, the loudest being
the two leather studs.
Keith pulled a bottle of lube out of the bag and then
teased the crowd before pulling out a black double-headed rubber dildo. The crowds responded by cheering, slinging
insults, and waiting to see what would happen.
Kevin pulled Jimmy up by his hips so that his but was in
the air, but his face was on the mat. He
sat on the upper back while Keith lubed up his fingers and inserted them into
the hole in front of him, loosing it up.
He proceeded to push the dildo in about halfway. This caused a mild groan from Jimmy, but he
was still not wholly conscious.
Keith went to Johnny, turned him to his stomach, and drug
him over to Kevin. Kevin grabbed both
ankles and pulled until Johnn was almost butt to butt with his partner, and
then he lifted the hips. Keith repeated
his previous actions and pushed the other half of the dildo up Johnny’s ass.
Keith took a flexible band, stretched it out, and looped
it over both his opponent's nut sacks.
When he released it, it collapsed down, not enough to affect blood flow,
but enough that it would be difficult to remove. He placed a second band.
J&J were then lifted until they were sitting back on
there hills. K&K interlocked their
arms at the elbow and applied wrist cuffs onto each wrist, connecting them by a
short chain. J&J were now sitting back-to-back,
balls locked together, and a large rubber dildo up their asses. K&K slapped both wrestlers until they
were fully awake.
J&J started to struggle but instantly felt pain and
discomfort and realized they weren’t going anywhere.
“You fucking cheating bastards,” Jimmy screamed.
“This is the WUL, so of course we cheated. Just like you did to win the titles, but
tonight is our turn.”
Keith reached into the duffel back and pulled out a rigid
rubber-covered piss gag. Jimmy tried to
resist having it placed, but between Kevin and himself it was able to be
secured. The same was done to
Johnny. The gags were tied together in
the back, and a small lock was placed to make it more difficult for them to be
removed. The key was tossed into the
crowd and disappeared.
Kevin turned and signaled to two of the notorious twinky
sluts in the bar to enter the ring.
They replied with great vigor.
“Okay, guys. You
each have one job and one job only. Fuck
it up, and we personally beat the crap out of you, lock up your junk, and get
you banned from the bar. Understand.”
Both nodded vigorously.
“Okay, you two are to edge the hell out of these
guys. Get them close to coming, but
DON’T LET THEM COME. You will do this
for the next two hours.”
The crowd cheered and laughed, and the two twinks
immediately went to work with their hands and mouths until they had J&J's
cocks rock hard. The teasing then began.
K&K, meanwhile, pulled down the front of their trunks
and extracted their large cocks. They
both tugged until the cocks were hardening.
Each placed the head of their cocks just touching the piss gags. With a signal, they both slammed their cocks
root deep into the mouth before them, eliciting gags from both wrestlers. They began a very violent skull fucking of
their trapped and subdued opponents.
Having to work in rhythm. They grabbed each other's forearms so that a
rhythm could be maintained.
After only four or five minutes of pumping, both victors
threw their heads back, screamed as they slammed their pelvis forward, and
dumped a load of cum into the losers.
After a 30-second cooling off, they both removed their cocks and wiped
the tips over their vanquished opponents' faces.
Keith and Kevin looked at each other and yelled in
unison, “Next.” There was a mad scramble
from the audience until two members managed to get in the ring.
“Enjoy yourself, but don’t take too long. Others are waiting to get their turn,” Keith
said.
Kevin, having
returned his cock to his trunks, hopped out of the ring, and went over to a well-built,
chastised naked guy.
“He looked at the man standing next to him. This your slave?”
“Yeah, what you got in mind,” the man replied.
“We need a gatekeeper to keep the action going and under
control. And since he has no use for
this,” as he reached out and flicked the cock cage, “I thought it could be him
since he can’t get any use out of them.”
The master turned to look at his slave, who pleaded,
“Please, master, please??” with a look of hunger in his voice.
The man laughed and said, “Fine, you’re up.”
As the slave started to walk closer to the ring, Kevin
put his hand on his chest and stopped him.
“To be clear, HE is in charge and not YOU,” Kevin said to
the master.
A look of panic came over the Slave’s face until his
master laughed and said, “Sure. It might
tell me a lot who he picks.” Kevin
dropped his hand, and the Slave charged to the ring edge.
Standing on the ring apron, Keith yelled, “And if anybody
fails to obey or try to intimidate this boy, management is going to get
involved, and they are not going to be happy.”
K&K then exited through the crowd to the bartender
and manager.
“Let the guys have fun for two hours, then let them sit
naked and trussed up alone for another hour.”
“Do the twinks keep edging them?” he asked.
“Yeah, they should.”
“Then can I remove the gags? It would be fun to hear them beg and threaten
for relief.”
K&K laughed but said, “Sure, but we’re unsure where
the key is.”
The bartender opened his hand, and the key was in the
middle of his palm. K&K laughed as
they returned to their locker room.
“That was different for us but fun,” Keith said.
“That it was my friend, that it was.”
“Well, you can thank us for that,” one of the leather
dudes said as they both entered the locker room. One of the dudes walked up to Keith, and they
embraced in a big hug with some back-slapping.
“You should thank
your big brother for coming to your aid again,” Keith said as he pulled off the
leather mask to reveal his brother, Rob.
“And that goes for you too, little bro,” Kevin said as he
pulled the other mask off to reveal Ron.
While R&R were laying low, that didn’t mean they weren’t plotting
revenge for last week’s loss.
“Yeah, thanks, guys,” Keith said. “I’m surprised that no one recognized the two
of you.”
“Saving those big beards off helped keep everyone in the
dark.”
Typically, K&K wrestled in another league as “The
Terminators.” As their name implied,
they were heels and loved beating people up.
When Ron approached Kevin about the plan, The Terminators decided it
would be better if they appeared as someone else, lest the opposition know what
was about to happen. Shaving their
beards off had been no problem because they had wanted to do so for some time.
“Are you going to defend or vacate those belts and let
the league figure it out?” Rob asked.
Kevin and Keith looked at each other, and it looked like
they were having a conversation with just their eyes.
Kevin replied, “I think we are going to vacate them. They will figure out who we are sooner or
later, and things will get complicated.”
“Or,” Keith began, “you two challenge us to a match next
week, and we drop the belts to you before anyone figures out what is
happening.”
“Ohh, Keith, I like that idea. However, you two are going to have to fucking
EARN the belts. We are not going to just
roll over,” Kevin replied.
“We can do issues the challenge AND give you a tough
fight,” Ron said, with Rob shaking his head in agreement.
“That means you must keep your masks on for now so nobody
knows you two were here tonight,” Ron said.
A struggle could be heard as someone approached the
locker room and kicked the door open.
“Quit fighting, you goddamn motherfucker. You got out heeled tonight and will have to
suffer the consequences, just like Roy here did.”
Karson walked through the door with a struggling but tied-up
Joey slung over his back. Roy was
following close behind.
“What the hell,” Roy said as he stopped dead. Standing before him were the wrestlers he was
the enforcer for last week. He had not
seen them since Joey had “kidnapped” him from ringside.
“Well, well, well,” Ron said. “If it ain’t our worthless enforcer.” As he said this, he took two menacing steps
toward Roy, who gulped and walked backward into the wall.
Before Ron could say or do anything else, Karson
barked. “Back off. He is mine.
I stole him unfairly and unsquared.
So, you just keep your damned hands off him.”
Ron and Rob looked at Karson as if he had lost his mind.
Keith said, “I wouldn’t if I were you, little
brother. Karson, there is one mean
mother fucker and could probably take both of you.”
Rob looked over at Keith and then Ron. Finally, he just shook his head and backed
off.
“What are you going to do with your other catch,” Kevin
inquired of Karson, who had deposited Joey on the floor, where he continued to
struggle.
“I think I’m going to play with him and play hard for a
couple of days, then dump his ass in the middle of a leather bar in some
strange city all tied up and ready to go for the other patrons.”
“Or.. umm, ah..” Roy mumbled.
“Speak up, boy,” Karson demanded.
“Maybe you could just give him to me. I could get a little payback and decide what
to do afterward.”
“Who says I am going to let you go?” Karson asked.
“Even if you don’t, you could still let me play with
him.”
Karson laughed. “I
sorta like that he would become the slave of a slave. Will have to see how things go.”
Karson exited the locker room and returned to the bar to
settle things with the manager. And
maybe to watch some of the action. He
knew where K&K was taking his two new playthings and would catch up with
them. As he entered the bar, he heard
loud cheering and some gagging and choking as J&J entertained the rowdy
crowd.
R&R put their masks back on and exited the locker
room after arranging to meet with K&K for drinks later. K&K showered, dressed, and exited the
back door, one holding Roy’s leash and the other carrying Joey on his
back.
In the parking lot, K&K deposited Roy and Joey in the
back of the extended cab pickup. As they
stood outside the truck, Keith looked over at Kevin and said, “Do we really
have to drop the titles?”
“What, you want to vacate them.”
Getting a wicked look in his eye, Keith said “No, I say
we accept the challenge and show our little brothers what real wrestling looks
like. After the humiliation of last
week, I think another round of humiliation would show them what real wrestlers
are like.”
Kevin laughed and replied, “It has been a while since we
showed our little brothers who the alphas are in the relationship. And I’m sure Karson can come up with
something deliciously evil.”
The two entered the truck and drove away.
