Bill and Joe were young priests who ran an orphanage in Mexico. When funds got low, they would become indie wrestlers and earn enough to keep the place solvent for a few months more. Joe was 28, 5’10” and 168 pounds. He had an athletic body with a nice pair of breasts crowned with protruding nipples that just demanded to be sucked. Bill was 27, 5’11” and 171 pounds. He had a more defined body but not massive. His nipples were larger but also protruding.
Atlas and Thor were huge American wrestlers who made a living working the local towns in rural Mexico. Atlas was 6’3” and 225 pounds of rock-hard muscle, well defined. Thor was 6’4” and 240 pounds with an imposing body more massive than Atlas. Both had a reputation for brutality that often left their opponents permanently maimed and sold off to wealthy landowners to enjoy.
When the pair heard about Joe and Bill they felt a twinge in their cocks. What a great chance to excite the crowd with an unusual setup and to enjoy, at the same time, the unique experience of getting to destroy the two clerics’ virginity. It was too good to pass up. They approached the pair and offered to wrestle them with half the profits going to the orphanage. They could not let this get away from them. The time and place was set. A small farm outside the city with a select audience of landowners and businessmen would observe the fight and provide a large purse.
The night of the match came. When Atlas and Thor saw the boys in their trunks, shirtless, they felt their whole being go into overdrive. What beautiful young men, what magnificent bodies, what potential for personal pleasure was revealed. They came together in the ring and shook hands. It was now that the rules of the match were revealed. It would be a street fight with both teams in the ring at the same time. No tagging in or out. Just non-stop action until one team could not go on any longer. Not what the young men had anticipated but it was worth the money they were promised.
The bell clanged once, sharp and final, and Joe's fingers found the necklace around his neck with a small cross attached. A single breath. Then Atlas was on him.
Massive arms hoisted Joe's one hundred sixty-eight pounds overhead like a child's toy. The spotlight burned white, blinding, as the crowd roared. Joe's stomach dropped before his spine did. The mat hit like a wall of concrete, air exploding from his lungs, his body bouncing once, limp.
Thor's boot came down on Bill's lower back. The grind of vertebrae against canvas was a sound he felt in his teeth. Bill's scream cut through the noise, high and broken, his hand clawing toward Joe across the mat.
Atlas dragged Joe up by the hair, bent him backward over one thick knee. One hand pulled Joe's chin, the other his thigh. Joe's spine bowed obscenely, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as the spotlight pinned him there, every trembling muscle exposed.
Atlas leaned close, breath hot against Joe's ear. "Let's see what you're hiding under these."
His fingers hooked the waistband and yanked. The trunks tore down, and the spotlight found Joe's bare flesh.
Atlas's hand fisted Joe's hair, yanking his head back. Joe’s cock was out, thick and veined, and Atlas squashed it between his fingers. Joe was embarrassed and suffering. The strength of Atlas’ crushed the penis. The pain was massive as the hand squeezed the cock tighter and tighter. Finally, Atlas let go and had Joe fall off his knee. Pulling his own cock out he exposed his massive tool, a good 12 inches. The taste of salt and sweat flooded Joe's tongue as Atlas drove his penis deep into Joe’s mouth, the head of his cock ramming the back of Joe's throat. Joe gagged, spit bubbling around the shaft, his hands clawing at Atlas's thighs. Atlas only gripped harder, pulling Joe's head down the length of him, each thrust a brutal punctuation. Joe's throat convulsed, his eyes streaming, the spotlight burning every tear. Atlas shouted to the fans, “Have you ever violated a virgin? I am now” Joe heard the words and realized he had been treated like a street whore. He felt shame and dishonor but could do nothing to stop the violation.
Across the ring, Thor had dominated Bill who was now bent over the top rope, the coarse fibers scraping Bill's bare stomach. Thor's cock breached Bill's anus with one savage shove. Bill's scream shredded the air, his fingers gripping the ropes as Thor pounded into him, each thrust driving deeper, tearing the tight ring of muscle. Precum slicked the passage, but it did nothing to soften the burn. Bill's legs buckled, and Thor held him up by the hips, fucking him raw while the crowd roared for more. Bill was also just another whore. The two young men had been suckered into a sex fight they could not win.
Atlas grunted, his hips stuttering, and then he came, hot semen flooding Joe's mouth, spilling over his lips and down his chin. Joe choked, swallowing reflexively, the taste of Atlas's release coating his tongue. Atlas grabbed Joe’s neck chain and pulled hard strangling the young man. After a time, the chain strangle caused Joe to go unconscious. Atlas's free hand found Joe's nipple, already hard from the cold air and fear. He twisted it between his knuckles, stretching the nub until Joe's muffled scream vibrated around his cock. The flesh tore, a bright bead of blood welling under the spotlight.
Thor withdrew his cock from Bill's ass, slick with blood and shoved it into Bill's mouth. "Swallow it," Thor barked. Bill could do nothing to stop the attack as he gagged on the massive tool penetrating his mouth and throat. Thor’s hands grasped Bill’s head preventing him from escaping the thrusts and jamming action of Thor’s manhood. As his body shuttered, Thor's cum flooded Bill’s throat as Thor ejaculated again. Lifting the boy, Thor bit down on Bill's extended nipple, teeth breaking skin. Blood mixed with Thor's saliva as Bill shrieked, his body jerking against the ropes.
Atlas released Joe, letting him slump to the mat. Then Atlas's hand closed around Joe's testicles, squeezing until Joe's vision whited out. "These," Atlas said, his voice low and gloating, "I'm keeping as trophies." The pressure made Joe go mad with pain. With a firm hold, Atlas ground the balls into mush, releasing only when he felt no more stolid mass. Atlas not only violated Joe, he had pulverized Joe’s manhood with his bear hand.
Atlas released Joe's testicles and hauled him up by the hair. The spotlight burned down, white and merciless, as Atlas hoisted Joe onto his shoulders, legs dangling, arms limp. A torture rack would be the next move by Atlas to bring Joe to a place of no return. Joe tried to pray. The words scattered before they formed. Atlas pulled and bounced Joe multiple times, making each move a perfect act of pain. Joe screamed his submission, but this was a street fight, no submissions, only a wrestler lying motionless on the mat. Atlas pushed Joe off his shoulder connecting his knee to the falling face of Joe. Joe's skull hit the knee with a wet crack that echoed through the pit. Atlas picked Joe up and applied a camel clutch, rending his back farther than it was made for. With a massive final pull, Joe’s spine snapped like a dry branch. His legs went dead. He lay there, gasping, feeling nothing below his waist and everything above it screaming.
Thor dragged Bill upright by the throat. Another invasion of the mouth was in effect. Thor found Bill especially appealing. His muscles, nipples, handsome face only made Thor more aggressive. Making the most of Bill’s nipples he bit and mauled the pretty pink nubs. Pain was off the chart for the young man. Bill's eyes found Joe, and his hand twitched, reaching to touch him. Thor stepped on Bill’s hand breaking bones in his fingers. Thor took Bill up and spiked Bill onto his head. The piledriver drove Bill's neck into his shoulders. Vertebrae shattered. Bill collapsed, and Thor placed him into a sleeper from the back. But the pressure shifted from the artery to the neck. With studied calm Thor began to twist the neck until pressure built and his powerful arms manipulated the head. With a jerk and a powerful twist Bill
The crowd roared. "Cut them!" someone screamed. "Auction the parts!"
Atlas produced a blade. The spotlight caught the steel. He knelt beside Joe, spread his dead legs, and called for bits out body parts. The resulting auction saw massive amounts of money being offered. Atlas sliced Joe. The testicles came away at the root, blood spurting from the gaping wound. Joe's scream was thin and weak. Atlas worked the blade again, severing the penis, then stood, holding the severed organs up to the spotlight. Blood dripped down his forearm. The bidder came forward to receive his prize. Atlas passed the parts but before doing so placed the penis on Joe’s lips and anointed him with his own blood.
Thor's knife found Bill's bleeding nipples first. Having mangled them already made a point of getting as much of them as possible He carved them off in two slow strokes, then went lower. Bill's penis and testicles came away in pieces, blood pooling on the canvas beneath his motionless body. The next bidder followed and claimed their prize. The fans were celebrating the best wrestling match they had ever seen. Brutal, sexy, horrendous.
The bell rang once, sharp and final.
Atlas and Thor took the broken bodies and laid them on the mat, alive but shattered. Mounting the young men frottage style, the men began to rub body against body feeling the broken mass beneath them. As their cocks moved over the empty groin area they began to be stimulated all over again. These handsome bodies generated more driving acts of pleasure. With a moan by Atlas and a scream by Thor, the giant wrestlers found their final satisfaction with the muscle bodies of the devastated boys. For a while both remained on top of their victims enjoying the feel of young flesh and waiting for all the ropes of cum to finally cease.
The audience was ecstatic at what they had witnessed. The cruel excitement of battered flesh and broken bones only made the sexual domination more engrossing. Many an orgasm had responded to the beauty of destruction and sexual appeal of the young victims. The winners of the sex organs were the envy of the rest of the crowd. The bodyguards of the fans hoisted the two young wrestlers on to the pickup trucks belonging to the winners of the bidding. When healed, they would provide a world of pleasure for their masters.
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