The bell clanged once, and Billy was already moving. Pacho barely raised his arms before Billy's shoulder drove into his gut and slammed him flat to the mat, the breath crushed out of him in one wet gasp. The crowd roared, a wall of white faces leaning over the ropes, spitting slurs down at the brown body under the lights.
Billy wrenched Pacho's arms up behind him, locked both wrists, and forced his head forward until Pacho's chin dug into his own chest. The full nelson bit deep. Billy's chest pressed against Pacho's sweaty back, grinding him into the canvas, and every twitch of Pacho's legs only made the hold tighter. "Feel that, you little wetback?" Billy hissed against his ear. "That's just the warm-up."
Pacho's mouth opened, but only a choked sound came out. Billy hauled him up, then drove a knee into Pacho's spine and bent him backward over his thigh. The backbreaker folded him the wrong way. Pacho's hands clawed at Billy's leg, his spine bowing, his stomach stretched tight and glistening under the hot lights. The crowd screamed for more.
Billy held him there, displayed like a broken trophy, then let him drop. Pacho hit the mat limp. The bell rang.
The bell's echo still hung in the air when Billy rolled Pacho onto his back and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his trunks. One hard yank and the fabric tore away, leaving Pacho naked under the lights. The crowd howled, cups and crumpled programs raining down.
"Look at that little brown prick," Billy shouted, and his hand closed around Pacho's cock and balls, squeezing until Pacho's scream split the air. Billy's fingers found his hole and shoved in dry. Pacho choked on a sob, hips jerking, but Billy only thrust harder.
He dragged Pacho onto his knees and ground his clothed crotch against the tear-streaked face. "Suck it through the fabric, beaner."
The bell rang again. Another fall. Another assault. By the hour's end, Pacho lay shattered on the mat, barely conscious.
Billy's knee drove into Pacho's sternum, pinning him flat. The mat was slick with sweat and blood. Billy's free hand reached into his boot and came out with a short curved blade that caught the ring lights. The crowd went quiet, then roared.
"No more," Pacho whispered. His chest heaved. "Please, no more."
Billy grinned down at him. "This is the last fall, beaner."
The blade bit in at the root of Pacho's cock. Pacho's scream tore through the arena. Billy sawed, not fast, letting the edge work through skin and the spongy tissue beneath. Blood pulsed over his knuckles, hot and dark, pooling in the hollow of Pacho's hips. Pacho thrashed, but Billy's knee held him. The blade scraped against the pelvic bone, and then the cock came free in Billy's hand, a limp red weight. He dropped it onto Pacho's belly and went for the balls. Two quick slices, a twist, and the sac peeled away like wet leather. Pacho's screaming had gone to a high, animal keening.
Billy grabbed the severed cock and shoved it between Pacho's teeth. "Eat it. Chew it up, you fucking wetback."
Pacho gagged. Billy's fingers pushed deeper, forcing the meat past his tongue, against the back of his throat. Pacho's jaw worked without his consent, teeth sinking into his own flesh. Blood and saliva ran down his chin. He chewed, sobbing, and swallowed.
Billy lowered his mouth to Pacho's left nipple. His teeth clamped down. Pacho bucked, but Billy bit through, tearing the nipple free with a wet pop. He chewed once, twice, and swallowed it. Pacho's scream was muffled by the cock still wedged in his mouth.
Billy's teeth found the right nipple. He worried it like a dog with gristle, grinding until it tore loose. Pacho choked, his throat working, swallowing the last of his own penis. Blood sheeted down his ribs from the raw craters on his chest.
Billy's bloody hand clamped over Pacho's jaw, forcing his mouth shut. "Swallow it all."
Pacho's throat convulsed. The final piece went down. Billy released him. Pacho lay on the mat, bleeding from his groin and chest, his own cock digesting in his stomach, his nipples gone.
Billy hauled Pacho upright by the hair and dragged him to the ropes, turning him to face the crowd. Blood ran from the empty socket between Pacho's legs, down his thighs, pooling on the mat behind him. "Look at this," Billy shouted, shaking Pacho's head. "Still breathing. Still useful. Who wants him?"
The crowd surged. Men waved bills. A young man near the apron pushed forward, his face bright with want. "I'll take him," he called. "Two thousand. Cash."
Billy shoved Pacho against the ropes, his ruined groin pressed to the top cable. The bidder climbed the apron and grabbed Pacho's jaw, prying his mouth open. He peered inside, thumbing the wet hole. "Good for sucking," he said. His other hand came down hard on Pacho's bare ass, the crack wet with blood. "And this. This is mine to fuck."
Pacho's legs buckled. The bidder pulled a thick cash wad from his jacket and counted bills into Billy's bloody palm. Then he yanked Pacho by the collar toward the locker room, the cash still peeling off in Billy's hand.
Billy grabbed Pacho by the hair before the bidder could take him and dragged him back to the center of the mat. "Not yet," he shouted to the crowd. "You paid for him, you watch me finish breaking him first." The bidder stopped at the ropes, face flushed, and leaned over the top cable.
Billy sat down behind Pacho, hooked Pacho's arms over his thighs, and locked his hands under Pacho's chin. Then he pulled. Pacho's spine bent backward, his belly stretching tight, the raw nipple craters splitting open again. Vertebrae popped one by one. Pacho's mouth opened in a soundless scream, his arms trapped useless over Billy's legs. Billy pulled harder, arching him until his head nearly touched the mat behind him. Pacho's hand slapped the mat, fingers twitching. The crowd roared.
Billy dropped him and stood. Pacho flopped onto his side, gasping, blood running from his chest. Billy hauled him up by the arm, hooked it over his own neck, and locked both hands around Pacho's hip. He lifted and torqued. The abdominal stretch bent Pacho sideways, his ribs flaring, his bleeding groin grinding against Billy's hip bone. Billy dug the point of his hip into the empty socket between Pacho's legs and twisted. Pacho screamed, his voice cracking into a sob. "I submit, I submit, " Billy held the hold another three seconds, then shoved him down.
Billy unbuckled his pants and pulled out his hard cock. He dropped to his knees over Pacho's face, grabbed his skull with both hands, and shoved his cock into Pacho's mouth. He thrust forward, riding the wet heat, his balls slapping Pacho's chin. Pacho gagged, throat convulsing around the shaft, spit and precum drooling down his chin. Billy fucked his mouth in short hard strokes, grunting, the crowd chanting his name. He felt his balls tighten and drove deep, holding Pacho's head still. He came in a massive flood, semen pouring down Pacho's throat, some spilling from his lips and running down his cheeks.
Billy pulled out, flipped Pacho onto his stomach, and pried his bloody ass cheeks apart. He forced his cock into Pacho's anus. The hole resisted, then gave. Billy pounded, the shaft slick with blood, Pacho's hole squelching with each thrust. Pacho screamed into the mat, his body jerking with every impact.
Billy grabbed Pacho's hair, yanked his head back, and crushed his mouth in a deep wet kiss, his tongue pushing past Pacho's bloody lips. Pacho whimpered into Billy's mouth, his body trembling. Billy broke the kiss and shoved him toward the ropes.
The bidder's grip tightened on Pacho's arm and he yanked him back from the ropes, spinning him into the center of the mat. Pacho's bloody feet slipped, and he crashed onto his back, the wound between his legs smearing red across the canvas. The crowd roared. The bidder grabbed Pacho's ankle, hooked his own leg through, and dropped into a figure-four, cranking the knee backward. The joint popped. Pacho screamed, his back arching off the mat, tears cutting through the blood on his face. The bidder leaned back, grinding the hold deeper, and the crowd chanted, stomping the floor until the ring shook.
"Still got some fight in that leg," the bidder said, grinning down at him. "Let's hear it again."
He released the hold, and Pacho's leg flopped to the mat, trembling. The bidder stood, shrugged off his jacket, and let it fall. He unbuckled his belt, pulled out his cock, already hard and leaking. He dropped to his knees over Pacho's chest, grabbed his jaw, and pried his mouth open. Pacho whimpered, his bloody lips stretching. The bidder shoved his cock past them, into the wet heat of Pacho's throat.
Pacho gagged, his throat convulsing around the shaft. Bile and precum drooled down his chin, mixing with the blood. The bidder fucked his mouth in short, brutal strokes, his balls slapping against Pacho's face with each thrust. The crowd screamed, a wall of white faces pressed against the barricade, fists pounding the apron. The bidder grabbed Pacho's hair with both hands and drove deeper, holding his head still.
"Swallow it," he grunted. "You're mine now. Every part of you."
He came, a hot flood down Pacho's throat. Semen spilled from the corners of Pacho's lips, running down his cheeks, pooling in the hollow of his throat. The bidder pulled out, wiped his cock on Pacho's face, and stood. He grabbed a fistful of Pacho's hair and dragged him across the mat, off the apron, down the aisle. Pacho stumbled, his castrated crotch bleeding down his thighs, leaving a red trail on the concrete. The crowd reached out, slapping his back, spitting on him, cheering.
The bidder shoved him into the back seat of a car and drove. Pacho lay curled on the seat, shaking, the blood cooling on his skin. When the car stopped, the bidder hauled him out by the hair again, through a door, up a flight of stairs, into a bedroom. He threw Pacho face-down on the bed.
The mattress bounced. The bidder climbed on behind him, pried his bloody ass cheeks apart, and forced his cock into Pacho's anus. The hole resisted, then gave, and Pacho screamed into the sheets. The bidder pounded, the shaft slick with blood and the semen still leaking from Pacho's ruined hole. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard slamming the wall. Pacho's fingers clawed at the sheets, his body jerking with every impact.
"Fucking tight," the bidder breathed. "All mine."
He slammed deep and came again, semen overflowing Pacho's hole and running down his perineum, dripping onto the sheets. He stayed inside, his cock softening in the bleeding heat, and leaned down, his lips brushing Pacho's ear.
"Tomorrow," he whispered, "I'm gonna tie you to this bed and use every hole you've got left."
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