Interview with "The Vandal"

The complete, uncensored conversation between wrestling journalist Jake Osborn (a.k.a. Ty Jordan) and the controversial ultimate fighter Gary Vane (a.k.a. The Vandal),as they sat in Vane’s kitchen last April.

JO

(Jake Osborn):

Lately you’ve sort of become the unofficial voice of the JSS (Jock Submission Syndicate), mostly through your many comments in its publication, GiveIt Magazine.

What’s your main goal in taking such a vocal position—self promotion?

GV

(Gary Vane):

Sure! (he laughs)

Besides that, my bigger goal is pushing the JSS as a legitimate sports venue.

What we do is what jocks do in private with and to each other anyway.

Why not present our matches for a limited public that supports it?

JO:

Yet aren’t many of your “matches” merely vehicles for sex encounters?

GV:

A lot of them contain sex—especially my matches; some of the JSS fighters call us the “Jock Sperm Submission” league!

(he smiles)

But fans will be the first to say they watch our events because the guys are really tough and the wrestling action is real—no particular outcome is planned or expected.

JO:

How did you get the nickname “Vandal?”

GV:

It’s who I am as a fighter.

A vandal defiles property.

I defile a jock’s property—his body.

I bring down a guy’s reputation, I injure it—sometimes I even injure him.

It all depends on how far he wants to take the match, how much he wants to suffer.

Because every guy I wrestle with is definitely gonna feel brutalized when I finish with him.

I will make him suffer big time.

JO:

You use some pretty vicious claw holds, often on your opponent’s balls.

Is that what you mean?

GV:

Yeah.

A good ball hold can break the strongest guy if it’s done right.

I not only like defeating a stud: I like to make him feel like he’s lost some of his manhood!

JO:

What do mean by saying, “if it’s done right?”

GV:

You want me to give away my secrets?

(he grins)

I do lots of different things to balls.

Pull down your jeans, Jake, and I’ll show you.

JO:

I’ll pass on that for now.

GV:

Then later. (he points at the bulges in Jake’s crotch)

Your big nuts will give me lots to work with…. But, getting back to your question:

the amount of pain, or terror, or pleasure, a guy feels depends on how aroused he is at the moment.

If his sack and nuts are hard, I can squeeze them and the guy might just feel lots of pressure—sometimes enjoyable pressure.

You wouldn’t believe how many guys get off on having their balls gripped or hit—really hard.

You have to find what pains each fighter and go for that. The first try doesn’t always work.

You’ve seen the way fans react when I go for a jock’s nuts:

they can’t get enough of it.

Me either.

That’s the source of a guy’s ego—and his power.

If you break his nuts, you break him.

JO:

I’ve been at a few of your no-gear matches and I agree—the spectators go for it, particularly when it’s a naked match and they can see exactly what you do to balls.

GV:

During a fight, fans will often yell at me to punch my opponent’s nuts.

In the past I did that a lot, but not so much anymore.

I like doing it, but a ball strike only takes a second.

Sure, the dude has a painful aftermath to deal with, but my job is done quickly.

I’d rather get a guy down on the mat in a hold that can keep him in misery for as long as possible.

There’s something very sexy about the length, about how long you can keep controlling the guy.

JO:

But with you it doesn’t seem to stop when your opponent gives up.

GV:

If a guy fights me, he better be able to take it.

He should know that I’m not out just to submit him.

If he’s only into submissions, he should train for the UFC.

To many JSS fighters, submission can be a starting point, a place where you can take your reward.

For a lot of us, that means finishing him with a favorite maneuver that he’s too exhausted or too pained to prevent.

JO:

Like a sexual move?

GV:

Right—if you think the dude’s hot.

And JSS fighters are a pretty sexy bunch.

JO:

Are all the JSS fighters gay?

GV:

I don’t know.

Some of the fighters, like me, are gay.

Others want to explore their sexuality with well-built athletes and see what happens.

Some straight fighters simply want to try to defeat gay dudes to humiliate them.

Those are the guys that I personally enjoy taking way beyond the limit!

JO:

Is that what you did in your notorious fight with Eric Carson?

GV:

Yeah.

Such a young and handsome dude, short blond hair, very strong, but obsessed with defeating the league’s openly gay champ.

The guy needed to learn some respect.

He began the match by slapping my face, sneering and saying something like, “I love puttin’ queers away.”

Well, I took all the sneering out of him.

By the time the fight ended, I had taken something else out of him too!

The dude is such a hypocrite.

Despite his anti-gay attitude, Eric’s dick started to harden as we fought. It got very big and very obvious in the white boxer-brief he wore.

So I made that my focus at the end of the match.

But first I made that boy suffer.

I softened him up with a couple of kicks to his head, then took him to the mat and locked on a tight head scissors.

While he struggled in the scissors, I hit him with ten or twelve super hard kidney blows.

I pulled his head deep in my crotch and hooked my legs into a triangle choke.

He had no defense.

I tightened the choke until he couldn’t breathe.

He head got real red.

The guy waited to the last second to tap his submission.

I loosened my legs, but I didn’t release him.

After a few seconds my thighs gave it to him again, harder.

He had no choice and tapped out once more.

That really angered him.

So I choked the dude for a third time.

Then a fourth.

Then a fifth.

I can’t remember how many times, actually.

During the chokes, I watched—everyone watched—Eric’s cock get longer and thicker under his brief.

He tried to escape many times by kicking out of the choke, or bridging up to gain some leverage, but after each attempt his cock got bigger and harder.

He desperately tried to pull my legs away from his throat.

Despite the kid’s muscle, he couldn’t do it.

Seeing his seventeen-inch biceps flex trying to pry my thighs apart was truly awesome.

After a few minutes the repeated chokes slowly broke him.

I put a hand on his brief and started feelin’ the dude’s big cock. That’s when cum started to show up on his brief.

I slid my hand inside it and got a firm grip on the head.

It was rock hard. When I started squeezing it, Eric submitted again, this time verbally, over and over.

He knew he was close to cumming and tried to bargain with me.

The crowd was yelling, so I was the only one who heard him.

He offered his cock to me after the match if I let him go now.

He—the “straight” guy—even said he’d suck me off later.

“No deals,” I told him.

I felt more cum leak from his cock head as I squeezed it. I gave him a choice:

I would milk him naked in front of his friends after the event ended, or I would make him cum now inside his brief.

“Shit, do it now!” he said.

Unfortunately for him, I took my time. I worked on the underside of the head with short, firm strokes, pausing between them: I made each one count.

The dude’s gasps and grunts got louder and louder.

Fans closest to the action could see where my fingers were under that brief and they got really excited.

Finally the cock couldn’t take anymore. I have to admit, feeling Eric’s warm juice pump onto my hand almost made me cum too.

I forced the stud give me everything, and there was a lot of it—not watery stuff, but very thick.

It soaked the front of his brief. When I held up my sperm-covered fingers, the crowd went crazy!

JO:

Have you wrestled him since then?

GV:

Yeah, several times, but only in private.

He apologized to me for his public comments.

He’s become sort of a buddy of mine—I think I tamed him!

We have a pretty good time now when we get together.

We have some damned hot matches.

Lots of hot chokes of course!

JO:

You sure do like chokes.

GV:

True.

Puttin’ a choke hold on a muscular dude is very hot.

To see him struggling and slowly lose his energy as I apply it is an awesome experience.

The best is makin’ the dude black out completely.

Often that gives a guy an automatic erection—did you know that?

He lays there unconscious, all hard and sexed up, just askin’ for it.

Sometimes when he’s out cold I jack him off for a few minutes.

Or I wake him up by slappin’ his cock or messin’ with his nuts.

JO:

An opponent’s balls is another frequent target of yours.

I’ve talked to some of the fight spectators who say they mostly show up to your matches hoping to see you go after your opponent’s balls.

Is that why you do it—for the audience?

GV:

Partially.

It’s almost a guaranteed way to win a match.

And besides, I like handlin’ balls, especially big ones.

When I grab a dude’s nuts it scares the hell out of him—even the toughest fucker.

He usually freezes and I get complete control of his body.

JO:

Sometimes it’s hard to watch you work on a guy that way.

GV:

You’re that squeamish, Jake?

Some guys like to put their balls at risk.

There’s a slave boy on the internet, in France, who lets his young buddy or master punish his nuts for many minutes—with hits, slaps and all kinds of squeezes.

Often Jerome’s hands are tied, he’s flat on his back, naked, legs spread, with a hard cock that’s strapped down out of the way.

His master sits on him and uses both hands to work on the dude’s nuts.

That’s always hot.

It’s amazing how many different kinds of holds he uses in one session—probably ten or more.

Jerome takes it for a damn long time before he begins to yelp from so loud that the master has to stop.

But he stops only for a few seconds—still holding the nuts—and then starts the next round of squeezes.

His moves greatly influenced my own arsenal of ball holds.

I love that guy!

JO:

I haven’t seen those videos.

Can you let me have one of those web links?

We can’t give out that info here, but if readers write or email me, I’ll forward it to them.

Can you describe some of his holds?

GV:

Sure.

In some matches you’ll see a fighter put his fingers, or whole hand, around the top of a low hanging sack, letting the nuts hang below.

If the victim has a shorter sack without much space for fingers, the hold can put major pressure on the balls.

Jerome’s buddy forces the balls super tight against his slave boy’s sack skin.

That holds them firmly in place.

Then he grinds his thumb into one or both balls.

That move really hurts.

Sometimes he uses his other hand to twist the sack far to the left and right—very slowly, so he can watch Jerome react to the pain as it builds and builds.

At other times, the master grips the sack and pulls it away from Jerome’s crotch—again, in degrees, to enjoy every second of the dude’s agony.

Another move he does is taking one ball and squeezing it with both hands.

I like using this one on dudes having big balls, where I can apply pressure on two sides of a testicle at the same time.

When the pain becomes too great, Jerome’s buddy switches to the other testicle and goes to work on it in the same way.

He goes back and forth many times. I have too with some guys.

Damn, my cock’s raging right now, just thinking about it!

JO:

Do you have your own slave boy?

GV:

Not at the moment.

A good one is not easy to find.

Have anybody you want to recommend?

How about yourself, Jake?

Just say the word, man.

JO:

I’ll keep it in mind (he grins)….

GV:

I do like the bondage scene.

I’ve done a couple of B&D videos, but JSS wrestling’s my thing.

It’s muscle against muscle—yours against his.

I love keeping my opponent held down while I work on part of his body until he gives.

JO:

Some fans say that JSS wrestling is boring, because not every match has a lot of action.

GV:

Yeah, we get that comment sometimes.

On the other hand, JSS fans like to see me hold a guy down while I torture him.

With cameras above the cage, viewers can see close-ups that really show everything, including the victim’s drops of sweat as he tries to free himself from a hold.

Sometimes the guy can’t move much at all; it’s a super hot thing to see, in my opinion.

JO:

Do you always get an erection when you fight?

GV:

Sure.

It’s kind of normal for me, and for other JSS wrestlers. Straight fighters get hard at times also.

Or maybe they’re not as straight as they say.

Cocks don’t lie!

JO:

Does your hard dick distract you when you’re fighting?

GV:

No way.

In fact, it makes me more aggressive.

If a straight fighter sees me coming after him with fire in my eyes and a raging cock, fear is gonna get to him, man!

Then I move in.

I like to get a guy like that in a side leg nelson—lock up both his arms and then go to work.

If he’s lyin’ on his chest, I usually slap his ass a few times to let him know he’s no longer in control. After that, I often slide a hand into his crotch and do some rear-entry ball work.

If he’s wearin’ a jockstrap or minimal brief, that’s the best.

When I have the dude on his back, with arms underneath in my scissors, I go after his dick or tits.

I’ve been known to punish tits for a long time—til they’re bright red.

It’s always fun keeping the guy’s arms locked as he screams and kicks and twists around, trying to get away.

JO:

Your thighs are legendary.

Once you lock ‘em on, the guy is really in trouble.

Your body scissors looks lethal to me.

GV:

The guys I train with tell me they’ve never felt a scissor hold as painful as mine. At a recent practice session, the fighters wondered who among them could defeat my scissors by never giving in to it.

Troy had the most confidence and stretched out for me, back to the mat. The fighters crowded around as I got my legs in position around his waist.

Have you seen Troy’s body?

Man, he’s gorgeous, and also an extremely tough dude.

But I had him gasping in pain from the moment I unleashed that scissors on him. The other fighters yelled encouragement, telling him that I’d soon expend my energy applying the hold with such power. But as you know, when I coil my legs around an opponent, I don’t apply maximum force continuously.

I knife into the guy over and over for different lengths of time, pausing at irregular intervals. That saves my energy and also wears down my opponent psychologically.

JO:

What happened with Troy?

Did you submit him?

GV:

You bet.

He held out for a longtime, fortunately.

It was an incredible turn-on seeing him struggle. Whenever he tried to sit upright, I forced him back down again by driving my thigh deep into his gut with a new attack.

His huge biceps didn’t stand a chance against my power thighs.

He soon gave up trying to pry them apart.

I forced him to lay there and take it as long as he could.

He gripped and re-gripped my thigh as a way to fight the pain. It was awesome. After several minutes, he began to breathe faster and gulp air.

Fearing I’d put him out, Troy tapped.

I slightly loosened my legs—but only enough to let him breathe easier. I didn’t intend to let him go.

Russ liked my idea and told me keep the scissors on. He moved in and pulled down Troy’s brief.

I figured he wanted a closer look at Troy’s hard dick. Anyway, Troy got pissed and started kicking.

But Russ kept pulling and got the brief off, leaving the stud there with his very long cock exposed.

I re-applied my scissors to keep Troy quiet.

Russ then sat down on his legs and got into tickling Troy’s tight ball sack.

This made the dude’s big cock jump up in wild leaps.

Russ finally grabbed it—something all of us knew he’d wanted to do since he joined the JSS.

Dylan got a bottle of massage oil and squeezed some drops onto the cock for Russ.

Troy groaned as Russ showed everyone his style of jacking—slow, very firm, with a lot of downward pressure as well as upward.

Joey, our youngest fighter, couldn’t resist temptation.

He got on his hands and knees and lowered his mouth to Troy’s cock head.

“Hot,” said Dylan. “I’ve never seen a guy scissored and sucked at the same time!” I dug into Troy’s gut once more and said, “Yeah, double-team his dick!”

Russ smiled.

He put his arm on Joey’s shoulder and went on jacking the shaft’s lower half as Joey sucked on the guy’s large head.

Troy grunted from the pleasure that surged inside his cock, while at the same time suffering from the extreme pain of my scissors.

I saw Dean stroking his tool and knew it wouldn’t be long before he entered the action.

He got Dylan’s bottle, put its nozzle inside Joey’s hole and squirted some oil up the kid’s ass.

The next thing Joey felt was Dean’s cock gradually sliding into the fighter’s young butt.

Not wanting to be left out, Dylan got behind Russ and wrapped his fingers around Russ’s cock.

Dylan went for a cock-killing squeeze that at first made Russ cry out in pain.

But as the squeeze continued, Russ became quiet.

He tilted his head back and opened his mouth—either in pleasure or pain, but later he told me it was from “raw pleasure.” He hadn’t shot off in a week and attention from Dylan was just what his cock needed, despite the severe pain of the unforgiving squeeze.

But most of the fighters were watching Troy. By now, my scissors had him almost delirious—his gut ached badly, he had a hard time taking breaths, and Russ’s jacking together with Joey’s sucking kept his cock at the breaking point minute-after-minute.

Personally, I think Joey was the one who pushed Troy’s cock over the edge.

He sucked me off once and the kid knows what he’s doing.

When Troy started shooting, Joey let us see most of the spurts.

Russ unloaded his cum a few seconds later—the result of Dylan’s bear hug and the sight of Troy’s sperm. Dylan also erupted, shooting his stuff on Russ’s lower back. Joey exploded next, without even touching his cock.

Dean’s fucking got him. Dean may have erupted in Joey too, but I didn’t confirm that.

JO:

What an orgy!

Are all your practice sessions like that?

GV:

You’ll have to join us sometime and find out!

By the looks of that bulge in your Levi’s, it’ll be soon!

JO:

Maybe next month.

GV:

Dude, you may be able to wait that long, but I can’t!

Interview over!

Postscript by the interviewer

After he abruptly terminated our interview, the Vandal suddenly jumped off his bar stool, threw my notebook across the room and clamped one of his massive hands onto the front of my neck.

It was the famous Vandal choke.

I instinctively grabbed his forearm with my hands, but as I sat on my stool, the Vandal forced my upper body slowly backward, until he had my shoulders pressed against the countertop behind me.

I had forgotten about my cock—but the Vandal hadn’t.

Keeping me pinned and choked with his left hand, he opened my Levi’s with the other.

He pulled my jeans and brief down, then really crushed my cock with his other hand.

His squeezes aren’t a joke.

They’re real.

I wondered what would get me first—his choke or his cock squeeze.

But Gary knew.

“Jake, I’ve always wanted to watch how your cock shoots—long gushes or little leaks,” he said with a grin.

“Now we’re gonna find out.”

My eyes began to close, yielding to his choke.

“But you won’t be able to see it—just me!

I promise I won’t tell my wrestling buddies,” he added.

I didn’t believe him.

But he had me in no shape to argue.

The last thing I saw was his smiling face in front of me as my eyes closed.

(the end)