Teen Jobber Humiliation IV

 

TEEN JOBBER HUMILIATION IV

By

Ringdoggg

Writers note:

[I had been having problems writing part 4 and one of the commenters had referred to his dislike of first-person writing style.  So, I decided to tell part 4 from the side of two announcers working the match for the local arena and internet broadcast.]

Warning:  I tend to write really over-the-top outrageous, unrealistic, almost comic book-style stories juxtaposed in real-life settings.  IF YOU ARE INTO REALISM, DO NOT READ!  This story continues the themes of humiliation, domination, sexual exploitation, and extreme violence from Parts 1, 2 &3.]

Fight Night

The two announcers for the matches, Conrad and Brutus, pick up the call:

“We are here for what is sure to be another horrible and humiliating beat down of the kind, cute, fun-loving, adorable 18-year-old rookie wrestler Billy Simmons, who as of late has developed into a notorious jobber boy,” explained Conrad.

“And a total loser in everything else in his life, too!” said Brutus.  “His girlfriend, who by the way could beat his ass, dropped him like a bad habit, and a little kid beat him up and humiliated him at his workplace, and Billy was then beaten again by more of the stockers.”

Teen Jobber Humiliation III

 

TEEN JOBBER HUMILIATION III

By

Ringdoggg

 

Teen Jobber Part 3

Grocery Store Gangbang

The pain in my head felt like someone was hitting me in the skull with a hammer over and over.  I couldn’t see.  My eyes were closed, and my totally cloudy, super groggy mind could not open them.  I could hear laughter, lots of it.  It was the young male stockers of Evan’s Foods, the grocery store where I worked. 

I was lying spread eagle on the floor of the large stockroom of the store, wearing only a pair of humiliating white cotton underwear briefs with two large pink stripes on the elastic waistband.   The underwear was stuffed with mayonnaise front and back.  A little kid had beaten me up and stripped me down to my humiliating underwear.  Now he had me on the floor, pumping a horrible sleeper hold into me.  I could never take a sleeper. 

Teen Jobber Humiliation II

 

Jobber Billy's torment continues. 

TEEN JOBBER HUMILIATION II

By

Ringdoggg

I woke up in my dressing room, lying on the table.  My head felt like it was going to explode.  My fat penis was still hard as a rock sticking up in the air, out of my pink speedos.  I had passed out before I squirted sperm in front of the massive audience, and I was brought back to the good guy’s locker room on a stretcher.  Not squirting in public was a pathetic victory, but it was something.

My name is Billy Simpson, and I’m a small 165-pound professional wrestler.  The promoter in the fed is trying to turn me into a total jobber boy and he took a big step toward success tonight as I just suffered what could be one of the most humiliating matches in the history of wrestling.  After being beaten to a pulp and not having any offense at all, my fat penis hardened and stuck up out of my trunks in plain view of the crowd.  They showed close-ups of it on the huge jumbotron screens.  My only victory at all was not to have squirted against my will.

Teen Jobber Humiliation I

 

TEEN JOBBER HUMILIATION

By

Ringdoggg

Throughout the years, many authors have put wrestling stories up on the net in various places.  Unfortunately, many of those stories have been lost or disappeared over time.  One of my favorite authors used the name Ringdogggg.  

Ringdogggg wrote over-the-top jobber abuse and humiliation stories.  The action was unrealistic and sometimes horrifying.  However, if you were willing to suspend disbelief and accept the stories for what they were, they were very satisfying, especially to those of us who take the sides of the heels.  I lost many of those stories due to computer problems and have been unable to find them on the net.