The following is fiction. It contains themes that some might find disturbing. Please check the tags and read at your own discretion. All characters are over the age of 18.
Two Squashes & a Beatdown
If you've ever wondered if it's worth getting your back blown out by a thick dicked muscleman daddy bear in exchange for his pissed off sado-masochistic leather man muscle monster of a husband beating the shit out of you... why? I never wondered that and it actually happened to me! Also for me the answer is yes, but I'm a freak.
Now that 'yes' is also in retrospect. In the moment I was more a mixture of terrified of my future and wincing every time I sat down, stood up, or walked. It's a myth that getting fucked by a big dick will loosen up your asshole but it'll definitely leave you limping if you aren't careful. Anyways I was so pissed off that I didn't end up talking to Tommy or Guido until Saturday after I'd finished my morning exercises. Between my anger and my regimen there just wasn't an opportunity that didn't have Papa Bear looming over me.
I met up with them in Guido's room, or should I say rooms. He had a suite on the top floor with a living room including a wrap-around couch and a 50" flat screen on the wall. I know, fancy. You should see what the topcarders get. And you will, eventually.
As soon as the door shut behind us I immediately began ranting. "I can't believe I ever listened to either of you dumbasses!" I shrugged off Tommy's arm from around my shoulder and shoved him away. He made a big show of stumbling backwards and falling on the couch, resting with his hands behind his head.
"I dunno, you looked like you were having a good time." He said.
"Not so good it's worth getting in the ring with that fucking freak."
"You're going to need to be more specific, pet." Tommy said. "Anyways you weren't there to get your rocks off you were there to get intel. So? Spill."
"Shouldn't even fucking tell you assholes." I said, mostly to myself.
"Sweet," Guido said, sprawling himself across Tommy who kicked and struggled his way out from under him. "That means I can fuck Gym right? Man just thinking about spreading those big cheeks of his is getting me hard." He said, miming with his hands gripping Gym's ass and spreading it open.
"How about you get in the ring with me and see how hard you get." I said.
"Mmmm," Guido said, brazenly rubbing his crotch over his shorts, "that a promise? Oh! What if it was both of you? Then I can make you guys kiss and make up."
Tommy shoved Guido with a foot. "He's booked already genius and we- I mean you had a deal. Unless you weren't able to get it." He looked at me.
"Oh he definitely got it." Guido snickered.
"Piece of shit." I muttered. "Yeah I got it. It's his balls."
They both looked at me like I was a drooling idiot. "Amazing." Tommy said.
"Now that's some bullshit." Guido said. "I was basically Mr. Nutcracker when I was in there with him and it didn't do shit."
"Yeah cause that's how he gets off. Freak, remember?" I said.
"Jesus Christ." Guido said.
"Takes all sorts." Tommy said, standing up so he could give me a pat on the back. "Good work, we should do this more often."
"What, me fucking Papa Bear?"
"Kinda, that ass of yours is an asset. I know a few guys wouldn't mind their opponent coming into the match a bit, ah, drained shall we say?" He winked, acting like he was smooth.
"Thanks but, uh, no thanks." I said. "I don't need any more angry husbands wanting to rip up my ass." As I said that a thought occurred to me, a bit of a risky one but maybe it's just where I was in my life but the risk made it more enticing. "Though I guess it's not all bad, at least I know what I gotta do to get him weak at the knees, right?" I said, trying my best to play innocent. Guido didn't notice, of course, he was flipping through channels with his dick in his hand. Tommy though, I saw his brow furrow for just a second.
"Well, I gotta run. See you guys in the green room." I said.
Guido said, "peace," without even looking away from the tv while Tommy followed me out into the hallway and grabbed me by the arm. It took all I had not to smile.
"Hey, hold on baby." Tommy said, acting all coy and flirty. He dropped his hands to my hips, really playing up the boyfriend act now that we were back in public. "What did you mean by that?"
"Mean by what?" I asked, the picture of innocence. Well, you know what I mean.
"About getting Leather Daddy weak in the knees." He said, and I knew I had him.
I shrugged, maybe a bit too dramatically since I saw his face tighten. "Well, since I know his weakness I figure I can use that to my advantage in my match with him."
Tommy laughed, or rather he forced himself to laugh, patting me on the chest. "But if you do that," he said with forced chumminess, "then he'll know his secret's out."
"Oh," I said like it just occurred to me, "gosh."
Tommy genuinely laughed this time. "You piece of shit." He said in a whisper. "What do you want?"
"Hmmm," I said, deeply relishing seeing Tommy on the backfoot. "I dunno, what can you give me?"
Tommy's hand drifted down my chest and over the top of my shorts, rubbing over my already half-hard dick. "I could give you a lot." He said, leaning in close.
I moved his hand away and grabbed him by his waist. "You already give me that for free." I said. I knew what I wanted, honestly I'd known from the moment I realized what leverage I had, but I was having too much fun with Tommy right now. He leaned in as well, pressing his crotch against mine in his desperate attempt to make me too horny to think straight.
"I could give you more." He said, his lips so close to me he was practically nibbling my skin. "I know where to go when we head out for Top to Bottom, I can make sure you have a real good time after your match."
"You were going to do that anyways." I said and god did I love watching the frustration building behind his eyes. At that point I knew I needed to let him off the hook. "I want to know Rodeo's weakness." Tommy sighed like I'd literally pulled him off a hook. Some of you eagle eyed readers will already know what Rodeo's weakness is but I, of course, had no idea yet.
"That's..." Tommy said, stepping back, "that's gonna take some time. I can't get it before your match with him if that's what you're asking."
"How about before my match with Leather Daddy?" I said, unable to stop from grinning.
"You're a right bastard you know that?" Tommy said, barely able to contain a smile.
"Learned from the best." I said, pulling him back in. "So where are you taking me?"
"Hm?"
"You said you know where to go. Figure the boyfriend experience should include dates, right?" Was it healthy that I was living out my first experience of a same-sex relationship as part of a scheme to piss off my former/current best friend and first love? No. Was it fun? Way too much. "Where is Top to Bottom anyways?"
"Vegas."
"Oh, you know where to go in Vegas? Real well traveled, huh?"
"Hey that's pretty fucking far for me, hey, why don't you tell me the best spot in Blackpool, hm?"
"What the fuck is Blackpool?"
"Exactly."
"No seriously what is Blackpool? Does Sauron live there?"
"It's a place a lot of Brits go on vacation is my point. God, stupid bloody Americans."
"The big vacation spot in the UK is called Blackpool? Your country is so fucking depressing."
"Alright fuck off." Tommy said with a laugh as he shoved me away. I gave him a smack on the ass and flipped him the bird as I headed down the hallway, so distracted that I ran head first, or should I say back first, into someone coming round the corner.
"Watch where you're fuckin' goin' jackass." That someone, it turned out, was Hillbilly. He must've just finished a workout since he smelled like bodywash and sweat and was shaking a protein shake. His hair was down, not that I noticed that kind of thing. "Huh, what're you doin' up here?"
"Just checking on Guido. Wait, what the fuck are you doing up here?"
"I live up here now baby." He nodded to the right. "End of the hall. Wanna see?"
"Why? So you can take me out before our match?" I wasn't sure if he was trying to trick me into something else or just showing off, whatever it was I did find myself following him down the hall despite my better judgement.
His suite was similar to Guido's, though his was on the corner of the building meaning he had two walls of tall windows letting in the morning sun. Everything was neat and sleek, the exact opposite of what I usually imagined when I thought of Hillbilly. I realized I didn't actually know anything about him outside of the Ring, even his accent could just be an act though it would've been a good one.
"Check this." He said, heading into the bedroom and falling back on his bed.
"Oh wow, a queen." I said. "So it's a perfect match for you."
"Not the bed dumbass." He said, flipping me off, as he grabbed a remote. With a click the windows in the room changed, turning opaque like a sudden fog had come over the compound and dulling the light coming in. Hill clicked another button and they turned completely black, the only light in the room coming from the doorway. "Nice right?" He asked, light spilling back in all of a sudden with another press of a button.
"Fancy."
"Could have a guy pressed up against it and no-one'd notice."
"Ah," I said as though I'd figured something out, "you wanna kill me where no one can see, that's why you brought me in here."
"Nah," he said, propping himself up on his elbows, "it'd be shame to lose a pretty face like yours."
I rolled my eyes. "Then why?" I asked. He stared at me silently and I almost felt stupid for asking, as if there was some obvious answer that I was too dumb to see. He was wearing that stupid, slutty little tank again which was probably distracting me with the clear sight it gave me of his pecs.
"What's the point of a snazzy place if you can't show it off?" He said eventually. "Bein' the highest earnin' rookie has to come with some perks, right?"
"Good for you." I said, turning to leave.
"How come you ain't up here?" He asked and I paused in the doorway. "You've earned enough, haven't you?"
"I'm saving up to get out of here." I said.
"Can't buy your way out of Gen-Pop."
"No but you can buy your way out of the Ring."
He looked at me incredulous. "Seriously? You seriously want to leave?"
"Yeah, I've got this weird thing about me where I don't like living under the weekly threat of rape."
Hill shrugged. "Just don't lose, that's what I do."
"And how's that working out for you?" I asked. At this point I'd figured out he was just toying with me, probably playing mind games to try and psych me out before our match next week. "Look man, I've got a match tonight with Rod I need to get ready for, I don't have time for this."
"You too, huh?" Hill said as I turned to leave, raising his voice as I got further away from him. "Count your lucky stars your mentor ain't a guy named Mauler!"
Honestly? He had a point. And if his goal had been to psych me out it had worked like a charm. Because in that moment I realized that I had completely lost track of how much money I'd saved or how close I was to getting out of here. I also realized that it didn't seem to matter to me as much as it should have. As I sat in my room, my just big enough for a twin bed and a desk room, my just a few doors down from Gym room, I actually considered getting an upgrade. Those windows did look nice.
***
There was something particularly terrifying about being the first match of the night. It was like taking a dick without any foreplay, no preparation, no lube, just bam! Right in the sphincter. Even worse was being the first one in the ring in the first match of the night. I barely had the chance to even sit down in the green room before an attendant came to whisk me away for my match with Rodeo.
I've already mentioned the Oedipal nature of a mentor match, it's pretty obvious from the moment you hear about it really, but it didn't become really real for me until the door opened across the ring from me and Rodeo came out in his sexy cowboy get-up. I'd seen it a dozen times or more during my time here, the leather vest over his bare chest, the chaps, the boots, his tight trunks, and his stupid fucking hat. Oh, and let's not forget the rope that as coiled around his shoulders. He always brought it with him to the ring but he didn't always use it. I was hoping that tonight would be one of those nights.
He'd been basically the only normal guy in my life since I first stepped foot on the compound. Sometimes he was a bit harsh with his advice or annoying with his persistence in giving it, but he'd always been there. Even when Gym abandoned me he had been there, though he'd had to keep his distance. Now I had to try and wrestle him down and fuck him while he tried to do the same to me.
I'd wrestled him before of course, in sparring matches. I'd even managed to pin him once or twice, though I'd never gotten him to submit. Not that either would matter, there'd be no submitting tonight and any pins would be of a very different nature. I knew I was going to lose, Rod knew I was going to lose, and the announcer definitely knew I was going to lose by the way he lovingly speculated just how Rodeo was going to fuck me, whether he was going to do his traditional hog tying or if maybe he'd go easy on me.
"Miss me, boy?" Rod asked cheerily after he'd hopped in the ring. He shrugged off his vest revealing the full extent of his physique. He wasn't a bulky man like so many other guys in the Ring, but that didn't mean he was lacking in muscle. He had a wiry kind of physique, his corded muscles not quite bulging out from his frame. His most defined feature was his six-pack, each individual abdominal stacked one on the other like bricks in a wall. And his pecs, they weren't mountainous like Gym's but they were broad and hard as rock.
And the answer to his question was yes, obviously, but there was no way in hell I was gonna say it. "Glad you could make it to the ring old man." Is what I said instead, you know the drill by now.
Rod laughed and rolled his shoulders. "If'n you're polite I'll go easy on you."
I laughed. "No you fucking won't." I said as I dropped into a crouch and he did the same.
The bell rang, we locked up, and I knew right away that this wouldn't be like any of our sparring matches. I was younger and stronger than him so I tried to use that to my advantage and power him into a headlock. Trouble is he knew the exact same thing and moved with me, grabbing my arm and bending it behind my back in a wristlock. He yanked on my arm and started walking me around like a dog. My shoulder was on fire and as soon as I felt his hold loosen a tried to spin my way out his hold. Unfortunately that was exactly what he was planning and he pulled me into a tight headlock with my check pressed up against his pec. My nose was filled with the smell of his cologne and despite my position there was a warmth that started to grow in my gut. I really had missed him.
"Ah c'mon boy, I trained you better than this." He said as he mussed up my hair. I threw punches against his side in a vain attempt to shake him. After the fifth or six punch (yeah I lost track sue me I was getting my trachea crushed) his grip started to loosen. Rod pivoted by throwing me over his hip and taking me to the mat while still cranking on my neck.
"Here's a little treat." He said, shifting his grip so that my mouth and nose were locked in his armpit. My nose was filled with his musk as I watched him grinning down at me. In that moment part of me wanted to just go limp and let Rod do what he liked. He wouldn't go too rough on me, probably, and it'd be over fast. But by this point I knew better. The patrons wanted a show which meant management wanted a show which meant if I wanted things not to suck for me I needed to put on a show. So I put on a show even if I knew it was going to be pointless.
With a heave of my hips I managed to get a leg hooked around Rod's neck and pull him off of me into a headscissors. And Tommy said those flexibility exercises were only good for getting folded in half, shows what he knows. Also showed that I needed to pull more from my training with Papa Bear, Rod had clearly not been expecting that move. While I had his head trapped between my legs and he was busy thrashing in surprise I landed a few punches right in his gut, trying to weaken his core.
Rod let out a grunt each time my fist landed that made my dick that much harder. I even started to get it in my head that I might win this match, but if I wanted to do that I needed to do more than just pummel his abs and squeeze his head. With him locked between my legs I was able to roll him onto his stomach while I got on my knees, my legs still wrapped around his head. I grabbed his right arm and pulled it up, bending it back at the shoulder and the elbow with a grip on his wrist for maximum pain to his joints. Rod let out an anguished yell and pounded the mat and I just kept getting harder.
My impending victory felt so much closer when I felt Rod shifting beneath me. Suddenly he rolled to his right and when I went to counterbalance he shifted again and my legs slipped. From there my grip evaporated and he escaped, rolling to safety and getting to his feet. He rolled his shoulder and shook out his right arm as he looked me over with a lopsided grin.
"You can be a mean sumbitch sometimes." He said.
"So can you." I shot back.
He brought his hands back up and I followed suit. "Oh I know." I went to lock up with him again but he had other plans. Right when we would have met in the middle he dropped down and tripped me. I stumbled forward and fell with my arms draped over the middle rope. Rod was on me quick, jumping up and landing with his knee straight into the middle of my back, pressing my chest harder on to the rope. I kicked and thrashed but between the pain in my chest and the weight on my back there was little I could do to escape. Luckily for my chest Rod relented after a bit. Unluckily for my everything else this was because he had leaped over the rope to bring a leg drop down over my back and sending me sprawling on the mat outside of the ring.
Remember, dear reader, this is Rod, and I quote, 'going easy.'
He must have thought I was more out of it than I really was because as he sauntered up to me I was able to catch him in the gut with a punch that took the wind out of him. In this moment I was drawing more from my instincts than anything else. I got into a four point stance like I my body was used to from years of football and charged at Rod, catching him in the gut with my shoulder tackle. I kept pushing until Rod stumbled and fell on his back on the padded ground outside the ring.
I was on him like a dog on fresh meat. The impact had left him dazed enough that I was able to mount him with my legs trapping his arms. Then I went in for the kill. Well, with a bit of extra fun first. Rod was glaring up at me as he said, "You better no-" His last words were muffled as I fulfilled a request on the wall by pulling Rod's head into my crotch, rubbing his face into my hard dick and sweaty balls.
"Bet you've wanted this for a while, huh?" I said, I really couldn't help myself.
Then I used a trick Tommy had taught me. Instead of pulling down my straps I could just as easily get my dick out through one of the leg holes of my singlet, which I did, and then promptly shoved it in my mentor's mouth. Now that, dear reader, is a feeling that cannot be easily described. Week after week, month after month of aches and bruises and chiding erased in a lustful instant as Rod choked on the length of my cock. I really was going to do this, wasn't I? This was happening, it was really happening. It was happening so much that I didn't feel the movement of Rod's hips as he brought his legs up under my armpits and launched me off him, throwing me to the floor and rattling my skull as I hit the padded floor.
Rod lifted up both my legs and brought his foot down between them. I had been bracing for a stomp to the balls but what came was if anything worse. He knotted my legs around his and flipped me over in a sharpshooter. Basically every part of me below my shoulders was twisted in to one form of pain or another. "Here's how it's gonna go." He said as he leaned back, stretching my body like a piece of dough. "I'mma lay the hurt on 'til you start behavin'. Sound good?"
"Fuck you."
Rod leaned back so far my foot was nearly touching my back and I screamed in pain. "Works for me." He stretched and pulled me apart for so long I thought something in me would snap. Any attempt I made to shift or slip my way out was easily countered, Rod knew my body just about as well as I did at this point. I clawed at the floor trying to escape but my pain only ended when Rod decided to let me go. He wasn't going to win this by submission after all. My scalp burned as he grabbed my hair and dragged me up to my knees, tilting my head so that I was staring up at him.
"You gonna be good?" He asked.
I only managed to get a "f-" out before he slapped me. What a judgy bitch, I might have been saying 'For sure!' for all he knew. He grabbed the back of my neck and a handful of my singlet and tossed me under the bottom rope back into the ring. In a rewind of how we'd gotten on the floor he leaped over the ropes again and landed another leg drop on me to keep me dazed.
He hauled me up again and tossed me in the corner. Grabbing the top rope he placed one of his boots up against my neck, choking me out until I was so dizzy that my feet gave out and I fell down to my ass, my head leaning against the middle turnbuckle. Which was exactly how he wanted me.
Rod did his stupid little fucking dance in the center of the ring, hopping around like he was riding a horse before breaking in to a full sprint, leaping and landing with his ass right in the center of my chest. It was one of his signatures, the bronco buster. Personally it felt like a boulder landing right on my sternum. Rod grabbed the ropes for leverage and bounced his ass on my chest again and again and again until I was barely able to breathe. When he was finally done he kneeled down in front of me and grabbed me by the cheeks, pointing my face to look up at him. He just cocked an eyebrow and I just glared at him and that was all that needed to be said.
He grabbed my ankles and dragged me out of the corner. I tried to grab the ropes to stop him but it only took one stomp to my gut to dissuade me as the air was driven from my lungs for what felt like the millionth time. He lifted my legs up until my torso was halfway off the mat as if preparing to flip me over for a Boston crab but he stopped. The weight of my body pressing on the back of my neck as he leaned down and grabbed my wrists, my legs still trapped beneath his arms. With a yank of my wrists my whole body was stretched and lifted until it balanced only on one shoulder. In that moment I realized all the work Rod had been doing on me had been leading up to this exact moment.
My chest was busted from the bronco buster while my core and legs were busted from the sharpshooter. My only remaining strong point were my arms which he had firmly locked up. I was trapped and powerless in his hold. With a heave he lifted me off the mat and my own body became my torture device. As my own weight pulled me down I was pulled apart, my legs pulling one way, my arms another, and all I could do was scream.
"I give! I give!" I shouted.
"You gonna be a good boy now?" Rod asked cheerily.
"Yes!"
"Say it!"
"I'll be a good boy!" As soon as the words left my mouth he dropped me to the mat, aching and gasping for breath. He stood in front of me, boots on either side of my head.
"On your knees." He said.
I briefly considered keeping up the fight. There was no rule about submission after all, but my arms were shaking just trying to get me off the mat. Even if I landed a blow between his legs I had no energy to follow through with. Grabbing his leather chaps for support I pulled myself up. As I got half way up he grabbed my chin, pulling me the rest of the way until my face was level with his crotch. His hand moved to my hair, gently running his fingers through it.
"You gonna behave?" He asked.
"Yes." I said.
"Yes what?"
My eyes looked up at him in frustration but he just looked down at me with a smug smile, daring me to start fighting again. "Yes sir." I said. My dick, traitor that he is, twitched. Rod patted my head.
"Good boy." He said before pulling my head into his crotch, filling my nose with his smell. He held me there, the only air to breath being the scent of his dick and balls until that was all gone and I began to choke. I began to pat on his legs and slap on his body to try and tell him I was out of air but he didn't care. As I started to gag he pulled my head back. I gulped in a huge breath and as I did Rod pulled down the front of his trunks, unleashing his rock hard dick and shoving it straight in my mouth.
The taste of him, the smell of him, all of it invading my body got my blood pumping. "That's it." He said, guiding my head up and down on his cock. "Just behave, that's a good boy." If you asked me in the moment how long it took Rod to climax I couldn't have said, I was so caught up in his control that it was like I was floating on a warm cloud. According to the video it was two minutes and forty-four seconds. Not bad. When his time finally did come Rod grabbed the back of my head and pulled me deep into his crotch, his dick practically shooting his load straight down my throat while I disappeared into his scent.
I swallowed of course, I'm a good boy.
Once he was done emptying his balls in my mouth Rod let go of my hair, pulling his softening dick out and letting me lean against his thigh. My dick was throbbing in my singlet practically tearing a hole with how hard it was and I nearly came hands free when Rod gave me a pat on the cheek and told me how good I'd been.
With the match over Rod was all buddy buddy again, helping me up and walking me out of the ring with an arm around my shoulder to the showers. I cleaned off while Beach Bum got tied in knots by his stoner mentor. I'm a quick shower kind of guy (when I'm alone in there) but even I wasn't fast enough to get washed off before BB was on his back in a Tantric Embrace. That's not me being weird that's BB's mentor's actual finisher. Most guys put on a bit of an act in the ring but he's really just Like That. Probably why BB sucks at everything except sucking.
Rod finished up his shower while I was lacing up my shoes. He was wearing a towel draped over his shoulders and nothing else. In all honestly he was the exact opposite of my type, wiry build, almost no body hair, clean shaven, but something about him did something for me. Probably the fact that he was the only supportive figure in my life for a good couple months. God I needed therapy. Still do, but I needed it then too.
"What're you gettin' dressed up for?" Rod asked me. Normally fighters would throw on a robe and head back to their green room or just off to bed. A few guys didn't even bother with the robe. But not me, I had my shorts and tank on because I had plans. Big plans. Dumb plans.
"You're plannin' to interfere in Gym's match, ain'tcha?" Rod said before I could even come up with an excuse.
"No." I said too quickly. "I just-..." My mind went blank for excuses, I didn't even know why I was making excuses, of course I was going to interfere! Well, ok, not interfere exactly just... "I just wanna be there, make sure Guido doesn't go too hard on him."
"So you're gonna be Guido's valet?" Rod asked in that annoying as shit teacher kind of way.
"Either that or I bribe Jen." My usual door attendant had not been the least bit coy about what her fee was and she was on duty tonight.
"Uh huh. And what's Gym gonna think when he sees you comin' down the ramp next to Guido?"
"He's gonna think 'oh boy my best friend in the world is here to look out for me' if he knows what's good for him."
"Which he doesn't."
I froze up at that, staring down at the tile floor as I ran through the scenario in my head. Not that I needed to, Rod was right. Gym'd see me walking down with the guy who made him feel small, the worst thing you could make him feel, and probably assume I was on Guido's side. "Shit."
"Why don't'cha watch with me."
"Yeah I'm sure Gym'll love that." His match with Guido was rounding off the undercard for the night meaning I'd have to sit through who knows how long in a room with him waiting for him to go and get his ass kicked.
Rod waved off my worries. "I've been flyin' solo since you switched to Papa Bear. Felt like a third wheel sittin' in the room with them two lovebirds. I was gonna head back to my room. Or could do the rec if'n you don't want any closed doors." He said with a wink.
My crippling loneliness quickly got my wariness in a leglock and had him tapping out in no time. "Guess it's better than hanging with Papa Bear and the guy whose gonna rearrange my innards for a live studio audience."
"Been wantin' to ask you 'bout that too." Rod said, slinging an arm around my shoulder as we went to his green room. I did my best to explain the series of events that led to my match with Leather Daddy without either disclosing how much of a slut I could be or the fact that I essentially extorted Tommy into finding Rod's weakness which was a surprisingly hard needle to thread. It helped that Rod was more fixated on the details of the deal I made with Guido.
"So how's he plannin' on endin' this thing if he ain't allowed to fuck Gym?" Rod asked as he settled in to his couch. His room, and in his case it was just a room, was essentially a large studio apartment. One half had a queen size bed, a couch, and a flatscreen while the other was an open kitchen. I busied myself pouring a drink while I tried to ignore the fact I'd been asking myself the same question ever since I made the deal.
"Just has to get his cum in there somehow, right?" I said with a shrug.
"We'll see how that goes." Rod said.
My heart skipped a beat as the tv turned back to the ring, only calming when Hillbilly and his mentor Major Mauler (say that five times fast) were flashed on the screen. Hillbilly's Hillbilly you know what he looks like but his mentor, woof. Like Rod he wasn't exactly my type but in the opposite direction. 300 pounds of muscle packed tight into a camo singlet. He had tanned skin, a buzzcut, and a thick mustache that gave him the classic drill sergeant look. Hill always thought it was stupid that he was called 'major' but I dunno, I like the alliteration.
"Hoo boy, if you thought I was rough just you wait." Rod said as the two fighters made their entrance. Mauler was a head taller than Hill and wider than him by half. I knew Hill's viciousness might keep it from being a total squash but at what cost? I know I wouldn't want to piss this guy off.
"How bad is he?" I asked.
"He's called Mauler for a reason."
The bell rang and Mauler went to work proving Rod's point. They went to lock up but Hill ducked him, trying to take him down with a strike to Mauler's calf. It didn't work. Mauler lunged for him again but Hill rolled out of the way. The game of cat and mouse continued as Hill tried everything he could to get his mentor down. It was a good plan to be fair but it had a cost too as Mauler's face grew redder and redder. And you can be sure it wasn't exhaustion.
He finally managed to catch Hill in a side headlock, crushing his head up against his massive pecs. Hill tried at first to slip out but Mauler had him locked up tight. So instead he reached a hand up and clawed at Mauler's face, raking fingers across his eyes. Mauler yelled in pain and Hill used the chance to escape. He bounded across the ring and bounced off the ropes for added speed but whatever he was planning didn't account for how quick Mauler could recover. Mauler hit Hill across the neck with a clothesline so hard that Hill did a full 360 before landing face down on the mat.
"Holy shit." I muttered, suddenly grateful that Rod was my mentor rather than this guy. Especially with what followed.
Mauler knelt down with his knee in the small of Hill's back and wrapped one arm around Hill's neck while grabbing one of Hill's legs and pulled, bending Hill like a bow. Despite his size and strength, and to be clear he had both of those in spades, Mauler's style was actually pretty similar to mine and Hill's with a focus on breaking down his opponent hold by hold, limb by limb. He put his skill at bodily torture on display as he pulled and twisted Hill through a continuous series of holds, each one harsher and crueler than the last.
After Mauler made Hill scratch his head with his own big toe he went after his arms, twisting and pulling them at odd angles while Hill screamed and kicked the mat. With his knee still planted in Hill's back Mauler grabbed each of Hill's arms and wrenched them back in a sort of kneeling surfboard. Hill's face contorted in pain and, yeah, it got me hard.
Whether Mauler's grip slipped or he let Hill go I couldn't tell but either way Hill somehow managed to twist away and roll to his feet. His stance was wobbly and I could tell that he was fading already and the match was barely into its first few minutes. Trying to regain the initiative Hill launched himself off the ropes, leaping and locking Mauler into his guillotine choke. I can tell you from personal experience it's a mean move of his and even a guy as big as Mauler was struggling. If anything his size was working against him, there was more of him to get blood and air to and both of those were getting cut off in Hill's brutal choke. The big man fell to his knees as Hill cranked his neck, practically burying Mauler's chin into his massive chest.
But just as it looked like Mauler was going to fade out he planted a fist into the mat, pushing off. On shaking legs he got to his feet and charged with all his might, which was a lot, into the corner, crushing Hill's body between Mauler's shoulder and the turnbuckle. The force of it shattered Hill's hold and he was left flailing and impotently beating on Mauler's back as Mauler drove his shoulder into Hill's gut again and again and again until Hill's eyes went glassy. When he finally stopped Hill slumped down on his ass.
I thought for sure we'd reached the end of the match but it looked like Mauler had one last act of domination he wanted to pull off. He hauled Hill up first to his feet and then lifted him up over his shoulders so that they were back to back. With his hands cupping Hill's chin Mauler bent his student in half, leaning down far enough that Hill's head was almost touching the mat. A zoom in on Hill's face showed that he was all but passed out. This was the moment I realized that even if he wasn't an asshole when he got here then learning from Mauler definitely would have turned him into one.
Satisfied that he'd made his point Mauler stood up and let Hill fall to the mat in a heap. The face fucking he gave him wasn't really anything to write home about. I got the sense that Mauler's appeal to the patrons was more in the ways he could torture his opponent rather than how he could get his rocks off in them. I'm not saying I didn't see the appeal but there was definitely a part of me that was excited to see Hill get his guts rearranged. Ah well, I guess if you want things done right...
However good watching Hill get force fed eight inches of military grade dick may have been it did also mean the end of the match. As he fell back to the mat with cum dribbling out of his mouth I could feel my stomach sinking as I knew there was only one match left on the card. Rod knew it too since he leaned over and said, "Y'know you don't have to watch if you don't wanna."
"Is it weird that it feels like it'd be wrong if I don't?"
Rod shrugged. "I ain't the one to ask what's normal. Just say the word and I'll flip to somethin' else."
"Thanks," I said, "but I need to watch. Gotta make sure Guido sticks to the deal. Right?"
Rod looked me over with an uncertain eye. "I'mma get us somethin' to drink."
"Yeah that's probably a good idea."
By the time Rod was back with the beers it was already time for Guido to make his entrance. He came strutting down the ramp with his usual cockiness, all full of spunk in both the way I'd mean and the way Tommy'd mean it. Speaking of Tommy, he was not even one step behind Guido, playing the hype man like nobody's business. He looked every bit the valet dressed in his leopard print jacket and some obscenely tight pants. Tommy was hauling the camera man over to get a better view of Guido, shouting out his massive biceps, his hard pecs, even pulling up Guido's black wifebeater to show off his rippling abs. When they reached the ring Tommy hopped up and, like a good valet, sat on the middle rope to make an opening for Guido to step through. Guido strutted to the center of the ring and pulled off his shirt, revealing the magnitude of his muscular mass. Placing both hands behind his head he flexed for the camera and pursed his lips. He then went in to an exaggerated series of flexes and poses clearly making fun of Gym's biggest obsession. Tommy was by his side fawning over Guido's bulging muscles.
"That boy treatin' you right?" Rod asked, motioning with his beer towards where Tommy was running a hand up and down Guido's abs.
"Yeah..." I muttered. "It's complicated, but yeah."
"Well you come get me if he ain't. Y'hear?"
Guido's taunting had apparently worked because when the doors opened for Gym's entrance he came stomping out, Frosh stumbling behind him clearly taken off guard by his boyfriend's sudden rage. Clearly he'd been watching from the entry hall. He pulled his polo shirt off over his head with enough force to tear the fabric. The camera gave a momentary shot of Frosh putting on a brave, but clearly concerned, face as Gym dove under the bottom rope and hopped up to his feet right in Guido's face. Just by the redness of his face I could tell he was steaming mad, his massive chest was heaving and Guido's cocky smirk was probably only making him even madder.
The match started, as you all could have expected, with a test of strength. Guido was the on to initiate it, raising up his hands and giving Gym a teasing smirk. Gym took the bait and they locked hands, both of them straining and flexing as they tried to overpower their opponent. Their chests crashed together and they twisted back and forth, neither one gaining an advantage. Tommy was slapping the mat from ringside as he cheered on Guido while Frosh was shouting encourage to Gym from the opposite end of the ring. For as much as I'd been dreading Gym's humiliation in this fight I suddenly realized that I wasn't sure who was going to win this first struggle.
Guido must have thought this was going to be a cake walk because his cocky grin quickly settled into a determined grimace. Meanwhile Gym was halfway into a snarl as his brow furrowed and seemingly all of his muscles flexed. Guido tried to topple him by pulling back and slamming into him again, their chests crashing together like tectonic plates, but Gym didn't budge. Then the unthinkable happened, Guido's arms started to shake. And then his legs. And then suddenly he went crashing backwards under the weight of Gym's muscular force. Guido just managed to catch himself in a roll and ended up on one knee in front of Gym. By the way Rod exhaled next to me I realized he was just as surprised as I was.
"Shit." I muttered.
Frosh was, to entertain my inner Rod here, hootin' and hollerin' while Tommy's encouragements were growing more frantic by the second. Guido looked up at Gym in clear shock while Gym answered with a most muscular pose, a mad grin on his lips. Guido seemed to be on the verge of smiling as he got back to his feet, rolling his shoulders and shaking out the aches from his arms.
He didn't go back in for another test of strength, apparently learning his lesson, and instead he and Gym circled each other, feeling each other out, Gym with a cocky hop in his step and Guido with a new found caution. After a moment's hesitation they locked up again, this time in a collar and elbow. Here was where the difference between Guido and Gym really began to show. They were both meathead mountains of muscle but the gulf of experience between them was like the difference between a stick figure and a 2d sketch. Gym was able to take the initiative by powering Guido into a side headlock but Guido easily maneuvered out and trapped Gym's arm behind his back in a wristlock.
Guido really cranked it on, using Gym's own bulkiness against him to trap his arm and frog march him around the ring. He cranked the lock on Gym so hard that Gym was almost lifted off his feet a couple times. Before he could get the chance to break free Guido scooped Gym from behind, lifted him over, and slammed him to the mat in an inverted powerslam that shook all the ring's ropes.
"Fuck." I said under my breath.
"Who exactly do you want to win here anyways?" Rod asked as he opened another beer.
"Is neither of them an option?" I asked as I watched Guido mount Gym's back and launch a series of forearms across the back of Gym's shoulders.
"Ain't lookin' too likely." Rod said.
Gym had his shot when Guido lifted him off the mat for another slam. He hit Guido with a series of elbows to the stomach that broke Guido's hold on him. From his escape Gym ran into the ropes, launching himself off and aiming a shoulder block straight at Guido. The impact seemed to do more to the mat than it did to Guido, who after a step back gave Guido a smirk and shouted "that all you got, punk?"
Gym took the challenge and launched himself off the ropes again and slammed into Guido who, again, didn't budge. Frustrated he gave Guido a shove, challenging him to do any better. With a smirk Guido went to launch himself off the ropes but Gym fell to the mat before they collided and Guido had to leap over him. As he bounced off the opposite rope he suddenly fell on his face to the mat. The camera cut to Frosh who had grabbed one of Guido's legs from ringside.
"What the fuck!" I shouted, livid. I was on my feet and soon I was pacing as Gym descended on Guido's prone form with stomps across his body. The barrage kept Guido on the mat, incapable of rising under Gym's attack. My heart was pounding and I could feel my blood reach a boiling point as it raced through me.
"Why does this always happen when I watch matches with you?" Rod sighed. He tried to pull me back down but I shook him off.
"He fucking planned this!" I shouted as Gym kicked Guido on his back and laid into him with mounted punches, beating the daylights out of Guido.
"Probably so." Rod agreed. I was too mad to hear the sarcasm in his voice. Somehow I had thought Gym was better than that but as I watched him pound Guido's face again and again I realized with rage that maybe I was wrong. And then the camera cut to Frosh. He was on the run now as Tommy chased him around the ringside, and I realized that no, I wasn't wrong. It was him. Of course it was him.
"Get him. Get that motherfucker!" I shouted as though Tommy could hear me.
"Hey! That's real leather!" Rod shouted at me as I dug my fingers into the back of the couch but I ignored him. Every time I was close to calming down the camera cut back to Gym wrecking Guido's shit.
He had Guido over one shoulder and ran him back first into the turnbuckle. Bouncing off he did a half spin and slammed Guido with a spinebuster. Gym then reached down and deadlifted Guido, a two hundred some pound man, clean off the mat and hefted him over his head in a gorilla press. He even strutted around the ring, glistening, sweat shining muscles glowing in the light, before tossing Guido up and letting him fall in a heap behind him on the mat. He dusted off his hands with a satisfied smirk that quickly faded when he saw what was happening outside the ring.
See Tommy wasn't about to get involved in the fight. It would've been a bad look for two more experienced wrestlers to beat up on one undercarder in the middle of a challenge. There were better opportunities for that. But Frosh had decided to involve himself, and that made him fair game. The little guy tried to keep his distance, running around the ring as Tommy gave chase but there was only so much space in the chamber.
Frosh fucked up when he tried to make a break for the doors. He turned too quickly and stumbled over himself, falling on his face. Tommy was on in him in an instant with a soccer kick between Frosh's splayed legs. It was hard enough that even I felt a moment of sympathy. A second. Ok maybe a millisecond.
While Frosh writhed Tommy shrugged off his jacket, exposing his hairy, muscular chest. His true anger burst out as he used his jacket to whip Frosh's back a few times before he tossed it aside. Before Frosh could get ahold of his senses again Tommy kneeled down, grabbed the back of his head, and slammed his face into the padded floor a few times. He then pulled Frosh up from the floor, pulled his head back, and flipped him over in an inverted suplex, slamming him into the floor again. With a look up at the ring it was clear how upset he was with the path the match was taking. Then a glint came to his eye.
He pulled Frosh's shirt over his head, leaving him barechested and wearing only his shorts and sneakers. Tommy grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to his feet. He wrapped an arm around Frosh's neck and held him tight against his hairy chest. The camera's got in close so we could hear what he was saying as he pointed up at the ring.
"You better hope your boyfriend pays attention or you ain't leaving here a man." His free hand then started groping over Frosh's exposed chest, gripping his pecs, squeezing and twisting a nipple. Frosh moaned like a whore but that wasn't what Tommy was after. Spiderlike, Tommy's fingers travelled down over Frosh's abs before delving sneakily under Frosh's shorts. You didn't need to see through fabric to know what Tommy was doing as Frosh started screaming in a feral roar of pain. That caught Gym's attention, just in time for him to watch Tommy lick all the way up Frosh's neck and cheek to nibble at his ear.
Gym ran up to the ropes ready to go and save his boyfriend when Guido's arm suddenly came up between Gym's legs. Spittle flew out of Gym's mouth as he doubled over. Guido grabbed Gym by the back of the neck and his trunks and tossed him through the ropes onto the floor. After scoping out Gym's writhing form Guido gripped the top ropes and leaped over, landing on Gym with a splash that looked like it flattened him. As soon as he was off him Tommy followed up by scooping Frosh and powerslamming him on top of his supine boyfriend.
Guido high fived Tommy before planting in the middle of Frosh's gut, flexing one arm while his free hand grabbed his crotch, shaking it as he gloated. Tommy came up behind Guido and whispered something in his ear that gave him a toothy smile like a devil.
Guido's part of the plan, apparently, was to beat the ever-loving shit out of Gym. After kicking Frosh off of Gym's body he set in with stomps to his arms and body before kneeling down, gripping Gym by the hair and landing punch after punch to his head with no mercy. Keeping up the assault he dragged Gym to his feet and slammed his face into the apron, opening up a gash in his forehead. Then, gripping him around the waist, Guido ran Gym into the corner post, a sickening gong echoing through the room as Gym's massive frame hit the metal. Guido stepped back, whipping Gym as he went so he went slamming into Frosh, who was being whipped by Tommy.
Frosh was knocked to the ground by Gym's body while Gym stumbled back into Guido's arms. Wasting no time Guido grabbed Gym in a double chickenwing, pulling him down to the floor and grapevining his legs so that they were held apart. Tommy kneeled down and pulled Gym's cock out of his trunks and got to work stroking him to full mast.
"What exactly was your deal again?" Rod asked.
"Fuck you." I seethed.
Rod laughed. "Did'ja already forget-"
"Shut the fuck up!"
With Gym groggy, rock hard, and trapped in Guido's hold Tommy went and dragged Frosh over, pulling him by the hair and mopping the floor with his face as he did so. He pulled Frosh up and guided his mouth onto Gym's exposed cock. The two boyfriends had a moment of involuntary intimacy while Guido and Tommy had a chance to show off their teamwork. Gym gained a bit of consciousness during the blowjob, just enough to realize what was happening and start impotently thrashing in Guido's hold. Maybe he got off on the humiliation, maybe he just had been holding it in for too long, but it didn't take long for Gym to empty his balls into his boyfriend's mouth. When the last pump of cum had been emptied out Tommy let Frosh slump to the side, Gym's semen dripping out of his mouth.
Tommy then stepped up and gave a cute wave goodbye to Gym before slapping him across the face. Guido hauled Gym up and rolled him back into the ring. Gym scrambled to his feet but he was far from steady. He tried to charge at Guido before he could get to his feet from entering the ring but Guido was faster and caught Gym in the middle of his crossbody. Guido used Gym for a few mocking curls before slamming him back to the mat.
Guido looked to the camera and drew a thumb across his neck, showing where he intended to take this. He hauled Gym up one last time, slinging him up over his shoulder in what at first looked like a torture rack. It was worse. With Gym's back splayed across Guido's thick neck he grasped him by the neck and the ankles. With all his glistening muscles flexing Guido pulled, bending Gym's abused spine while he used him like a weight machine. Gym's body was bending to the breaking point, his bulging muscles spreading thin as Guido abused his body.
I could hear Rod's annoyance as Guido was clearly just showing off now, Gym had no chance of fighting back anymore. Even so Guido kept pressing him, stretching him, torturing him to prove his point. He kept going until Gym's eyes rolled back in his head and his arms stopped fighting and went limp. Only when it looked like he might kill him did Guido let him drop to the mat. He stood over Gym's still body and as one last insult he flexed a bicep, lifting it up to give it a kiss.
"I'm the man!" He shouted, arm still flexed. "He's the bitch!" And he hit Gym with a completely unnecessary elbow drop.
Guido sprawled across Gym's still carcass like it was a lounge chair and did a five count in the air. He could have gone to 100 and it wouldn't have made a difference. Satisfied with his humiliation Guido got up and straddled Gym's massive chest. Guido rubbed a hand over his own mountainous pecs and down into his pants, rubbing a hand over his crotch before pulling it out and rubbing it in Gym's face. He pulled out his horse cock and got to stroking.
Meanwhile at ringside Tommy had pulled Frosh to his feet and made sure he had a good view of his boyfriend's defeat. He was even nice enough to pull out Frosh's own cock and start giving it a stroke.
Back in the ring Guido kept stroking his massive dick, pulling up Gym's limp hand so that it could 'worship' Guido's muscles. Gym showed no sign of stirring which, if anything, made things even hotter for Guido. He eventually pulled Gym's hand down so that Guido's pendulous balls were resting in Gym's palm. Guido's stroking grew faster and stronger until finally his spine straightened and he erupted in a flood of cum over Gym's face. The camera was zoomed in close to show Guido's dickhead just inches away from Gym's lips but not making any contact. Thick ropes of cum blasted all over Gym's face and into his mouth. And with that the match was over.
I, of course, didn't see any of that, or Frosh blowing his own load a second later before being dropped face first in his own mess. I didn't see because at this point I was back on the couch, curled up in a ball. I only knew it was over when Rod gave me a friendly shove on the shoulder.
"It's alright buddy." He said with what to me felt like completely unearned certainty. "It's over now."
I knew in my gut that wasn't true. This wasn't even close to over.
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