Harold’s night had arrived. His plan was going to come to completion. He had built up the match between Chad and Ethan into the biggest event of the season. A sellout crowd filled the arena. Now for the classic finish, a total destruction of his classic fool, the wannabe who would never be. Chad was his instrument of choice. He had to be proud of himself at accomplishing his plan. He knew what Chad needed to get the most out of him. Last night he provided Chad with the most beautiful and physically attractive 18 year old he could find, Eddie.
Chad was waiting in his motel room for the promised gift of Harold. His previous gift was everything he could have wanted. The knock only heightened his desire. The boy who entered was all he could have wanted. Tall, physically with the body of a mature man and handsome beyond belief. Chad introduced himself and wasted no time getting down to business. Eddie knew his business and began the process of satisfying his client for the evening. Eddie’s hands found the large tool of Chad and began to fondle it with gentle touches. It grew to full size in seconds. A touch of the nipples added to Chad’s sexual reaction. He had to act. He pulled the boy into him with penises touching and began to move his body against the boy’s giving rise in both to a level of desire that transported them to a new level. Chad had had sex with young men before, yet here was a sensation he had seldom experienced. A kiss on the lips only added to the growing desire for orgasm. Body clinging to body, lips and tongue in motion, desire rising.
Chad brought the boy to his bed and lay next to him, with his body in full contact with his partner. Chad moved to the chest of the boy and began to gently lick and suck the protruding nipples bringing Eddie to a state of increased sexual feelings. Chad went down on the boy’s tool and began to slowly work only the tip. The boy responded with spasms of pleasure. Having Eddie in this state Chad began to take the tool in full. The explosion was quick and massive. Chad had to make an effort to keep the whole flow inside, but he succeeded. Moving to the boy’s mouth, Chad expelled the cum into Eddie’ mouth. The move was exciting for Chad.
Now Eddie began to service Chad. A similar use of the nipples brought about the same result. The licking and sucking were driving Chad to distraction. Chad was in ecstasy at the boy’s masterful manipulation. Eddie again began to fondle the muscleman’s tool which responded by becoming harder and straighter. Chad tuned the boy over and oiled his tool as well as Eddie’s hole. He had grown to full size again and pushed into the boy. Eddie called for Chad to push harder and enter him full size. Chad was overcome with the boy’s own desire to fuck the pleasure out of the moment. He went all out with his thrusts, grunting with each drive until his own cum explosion came near. Leaning against the boy’s back he pushed his tool to its deepest penetration and shot what seemed to be the biggest cum expulsion in his life.
The rest of the night was calmer with Eddie and Chad exchanging kisses and the occasional manipulation of nipple and penis. Several orgasms followed until exhaustion led both to sleep. The next morning Chad told Eddie he wanted to see him again. Eddie responded, “When you fuck Ethan in front of the whole crowd, I will be back here waiting for you.” Chad didn’t know that what Eddie said was what Harold had told him to say. Harold’s setup was complete.
The arena lights pulsed with electric energy, the crowd roaring like a beast awakened from slumber. The match was two out of three falls. Harold wanted to extend the fun. Ethan, the farm-boy-turned-wrestler, stood in the ring, his lean, hardworking muscles glistening under the spotlights. He'd clawed his way here for his family—bills piling up back home, the land drying out—but tonight was supposed to be his high point, financially and professionally. After loss in his first match, he had won over the fans in his second match. Harold had whispered promises of glory, a storyline to catapult him to stardom. The fans, a mix of die-hards and casuals, chanted his name. Ethan’s appearance had been the plan of Harold to draw a sellout crowd. Harold smirked from backstage; his plan was unfolding like a well-oiled machine.
He'd flown in Chad, an outsider beast, a hulking mass of muscle and malice, towering at 6'4" with veins bulging like ropes across his massive arms. Chad lived for this: breaking opponents, feeding off their pain, turning matches into spectacles of dominance. He was bigger, stronger, more seasoned than Ethan, and tonight, Harold wanted a squash, a one-sided demolition to hook the audience and sell out the next pay-per-view. "Give 'em brutality," Harold had growled. "Humiliate him. Make it unforgettable.”
Chad’s entrance music thundered, a heavy metal onslaught that drowned out Ethan's theme. The crowd erupted, sensing the predator in their midst. His previous match had been a spectacle of pain and domination that only wetted the appetite of the fans for more. Chad vaulted over the ropes, his eyes locking onto Ethan like a wolf spotting prey. "Look at this little farm punk," Chad bellowed into the mic before the bell, his voice booming over the speakers. "You think you belong in my ring? I'm gonna plow you under like last year's crop!" The fans laughed and cheered, already hooked.
The bell rang, and the match began. Ethan charged first, fueled by desperation, landing a few quick forearms to Chad's chest. The impacts barely registered; Chad absorbed them with a sadistic grin, his massive frame unmoving. "That’s all you got, boy? My grandma hits harder!" Chad taunted, then countered with a brutal clothesline, flipping Ethan mid-air and slamming him to the mat. The crowd cheered, already turning—Chad's reputation had been sealed with the match Harold had arranged for him, and they craved the carnage. Chad hauled Ethan up by his hair and locked in a bearhug. His arms, thick as tree trunks, squeezed Ethan's ribs, lifting him off the ground. Ethan's face contorted in agony as the pressure crushed his midsection, air escaping in gasps. "Feel that squeeze, hayseed? I'm crushin' your dreams right along with your bones!" Chad snarled, shaking him like a ragdoll. Chad twisted it, grinding his knuckles into Ethan's spine for extra torment. Ethan clawed at Chad's back, but it was futile—Chad's strength was overwhelming. Feeling Ethan’s tool under the tights began to stir Chad’s sex drive, that was the engine that drove Chad’s sadistic actions in the ring.
Releasing the bearhug, Chad tossed Ethan into the corner turnbuckle, following with a series of shoulder thrusts to the gut. "How's that feel in your gut, farmer? Bet it's worse than a bad harvest!" Ethan's abs burned, each impact driving the wind from him. Chad then yanked him out of the corner, hoisting him high in a gorilla press holding Ethan by the neck and groin—Ethan dangling helplessly overhead like a trophy—before tossing him across the ring with earth-shattering force. The ring shook, and the crowd chanted "Chad! Chad! Chad!” Ethan tried to rally, staggering to his feet and firing off a dropkick that staggered Chad briefly. Seizing the moment, Ethan climbed the turnbuckle, attempting a hurricanrana—leaping onto Chad's shoulders and trying to flip him over. But Chad powered through, catching Ethan mid-flip, countering with a vicious suplex, arching back and driving Ethan's head and shoulders into the canvas with thunderous impact. "Nice try, flippy boy! But you're in my world now—time to crash and burn!" Chad mocked his victim; the move drawing gasps from the crowd. Ethan sought the ropes for safety, but the giant grabbed Ethan's leg mid-retreat and pulled him back. "Oh, you wanna run? Ain't no escapin' me, you weak little runt!"
Chad applied an abdominal stretch, wrenching Ethan's torso sideways while pounding fists into his exposed side. Twisting and squashing Ethan’s nipples, Chad laughed at the pain he caused. Releasing Ethan, Chad delivered a low blow—a knee to Ethan's groin---that made him howl and double over. The pain shot through him like fire, the crowd eating it up, their allegiance fully to the destroyer. Chad wasn't done. He scooped Ethan up again, this time draping him across his shoulders in a torture rack. Ethan's back arched unnaturally, his vertebrae screaming as Chad bounced him up and down, amplifying the agony. "Scream for me, boy! Let the whole arena hear how pathetic you are!" Chad bellowed, but Ethan gritted his teeth, refusing. Chad put more pressure, finally grabbing the penis of his foe and acted as if to crush it. Ethan screamed his submission.
The crowd expected some extracurricular activity. Harold motioned to Chad to do what he wants. Dropping his tights, Chad pulled Ethen to him by the hair. Slapping his toy, Chad pushed his penis into Ethan’s mouth. It was big and stiff. Ethan fought against the degrading act but could do little to stop it. Chad felt a growing reaction in his tool, announcing the rise in his sexual response. The moist mouth of Ethan was a pleasure land for Chad. The friction of the mouth on his penis was an aphrodisiac. But without pain against the toy holding his manhood it just didn’t work as he wanted. Chad began to plunge into the open orifice while holding Ethan’s head with his hands. He was driving, attacking, screwing the mouth of Ethan. Closing his eyes, Chad began to shake with anticipation as the feeling of release engulfed his tool. Applying more muscle to his action he drove into Ethan without care or concern for him. It was all about punishing the boy. A sudden rush of cum shot into Ethan’s mouth. The feeling of Chad was orgasmic. The white fluid rolled into the mouth and throat of his victim. The area erupted into a frenzy of cheers and calls for more. But that would have to wait.
As the bell sounded for round 2, Chad began to attack Ethan's chest, raking nails across his pecs, drawing red welts that burned like brands, then transitioning to sharp slaps across the chest—each smack echoing like gunfire, reddening the skin further. Chad pulled Ethan to the center of the ring and began to pinch, squeeze and crush his nipples again. Ethan felt as if his chest was on fire. Ethan was surprised when Chad tied him in the ropes with his arms immobilized. The crowd began to chant “Eunuch”. Here was a hold Chad seldom had the chance to use. Holding Ethan’s head, he smacked a kiss on the lips of his victim. Playing with the farmer’s chest and pumping his cock he brought Ethan to full orgasm. “Enjoy it”, said Chad. It’s the last time you ever will. Pulling Ethan’s tights down he grabbed the beautiful penis of his opponent. It was firm and straight, at least for now. Taking the tool into his hands, he prepared to execute a rare but incredible hold that said the man has destroyed the boy. He began to bend the penis down against the natural flow of the organ. He applied more and more pressure until the penis began to give way and bend unnaturally. Ethan was screaming in pain as his manhood was being mangled beyond belief. The break in the shaft moved to a 90% angle. But that was not enough. Chad used two hands to completely bend the penis to 180%, turning it in on itself which Chad now held in one hand squeezing the two parts until they touched one another. This act of sadistic punishment was a revelation to the fans. But Chad wasn’t finished. Now the “Eunuch” would seal the deal. Reaching down he took Ethan’s left ball into his hand and placed his mouth on the left nipple. He began to crush the ball and emasculate the tit by biting it. Ethan had never experienced such pain. As the teeth sank into Ethan’s flesh and his ball was being reduced to mush his screams filled the arena. The crowd went dead silent to take in the manhandling happening in front of them. Ethan’s cries for mercy and an end to the slaughter were answered by an even stronger destruction of the poor farm boy. But now Chad did something unheard of in local wrestling, he applied the pain to the other ball and tit, a double eunuch. Pain and suffering exceeded a 10 on the pain scale. Chad was overwhelmed with the desire to make Ethan into a model of his cruel and sadistic nature. He kept the assault on the nipples until he had almost removed one from Ethan’s chest. Ethan now was a little girl for Chad to play with. Dropping Ethan to the mat, the boy held his chest and groin that had been ravaged by Chad. “Now, you are my whore.”
Chad transitioned into a Boston crab, flipping him over and bending his legs backward, sitting deep on his lower back. Ethan's spine protested, the pressure radiating through his hips and thighs. "Bend like a pretzel, farm boy! This is what happens when you step up to a real man!" Chad mocked, cranking harder. Ethan pounded the mat in pain, but Chad released only to follow up with an armbar, trapping Ethan's arm between his legs and hyperextending the elbow. "Gonna snap this twig arm! Tap now, or I'll make you wish you were back milkin' cows!”
From there, Chad hauled Ethan up for more punishment, delivering a series of leg strikes to the head—vicious roundhouse kicks that snapped Ethan's neck sideways, dazing him further. "Rattle that empty skull, hayseed! Thinkin' you could hang with me?" Chad taunted. He then Irish-whipped Ethan into the corner, tripping him to a sitting position. Charging to the corner, Ethan performed a cannonball, curling his massive body into a ball and smashing into Ethan's chest, compressing him against the bottom turnbuckle like a human wrecking ball. Ethan slumped, barely conscious, but Chad dragged him center-ring, climbing the top turnbuckle for aerial assault. First, a frog splash—leaping high with legs splayed, crashing down onto Ethan's torso with rib-crushing force. "Splashdown on the farm pond, loser!" Chad yelled mid-air. Not satisfied, Chad ascended again for a 360 splash, twisting his body in a full rotation before impacting Ethan's midsection again, the crowd popping huge for the athleticism from such a beast. Ethan gasped for air, trying one last desperate counter—a weak kick as Chad approached—but the giant swatted it aside like a fly. Chad waited for Ethan to stand and retaliated with a missile dropkick off the top turnbuckle, launching himself feet-first into Ethan's chest, sending him flying across the ring. "Incoming missile, punk! Dodge that!" Chad roared. Locking in a camel clutch next, Chad seated himself on Ethan's back and yanked his head backward by the chin. Ethan's neck strained, his arms flailing uselessly. The hold compressed his spine, and Chad leaned in close, whispering taunts. "You're nothin' but my plaything now, Ethan. Beg for mercy, you worthless hick!"
To heighten the punishment, Chad slipped in a sleeper hold variant, his bicep choking Ethan's airway while maintaining the clutch. "Lights out, loser! Dream of the farm while I choke the fight outta ya!" Ethan's vision blurred, stars exploding in his eyes, but still, he held on—for his family, for the dream. The crowd was in frenzy, baying for the end. Chad released the hold just enough to flip Ethan over, then applied a figure-four leg lock, twisting Ethan's legs into a pretzel of pain. "How's that knot feel around your scrawny legs? Untie it by tappin' out!" But Ethan endured. For the coup de grâce, Chad hoisted the limp Ethan up for a Death Valley Driver—cradling him across his shoulder before driving him head-first onto his knee with explosive power, the impact echoing like a bomb going off.
Finally, Chad dragged the battered Ethan to his feet one last time, spinning him around and locking in the chicken wing—his arm wrenched behind his back, shoulder joint torqued to the breaking point, Chad's free arm pressed around Ethan's throat to complete the move. The pain was excruciating, a white-hot fire in Ethan's arm and shoulder, radiating up his neck. Submit!" Chad roared, twisting harder. Ethan slapped the mat frantically, signaling submission, but Chad didn't release. "Not enough, you broken bitch! Say it—obey me, or I'll rip this wing right off!" Chad held firm, Harold's plan in full bloom. Tears stung Ethan's eyes, the humiliation crashing over him like a wave. "I... submit... I obey you!" Ethan gasped, his voice breaking, the words echoing shamefully through the arena. Only then did Chad relent, standing tall as the bell rang frantically. The match was over—a total squash, Ethan's spirit shattered. But Chad wasn't finished.
He had promised Eddie he would fuck Ethan in the ring before everyone. Removing both his tights and Ethan’s he placed the farmer on his back. Bringing his penis to Ethan’s hole he said, “Be a good little girl and give your man the best fuck of his life.” Chad pushed his massive cock into the hole without lubrication completely wracking Ethan with pain and humiliation. The drives were at first slow and purposeful. But as the moments moved on Chad began to drive with more force pushing into the hole that for the first time experienced a man going inside of it. Ethan was a target of vicious attempts to destroy his insides and draw blood for the entertainment of the crowd. Chad dropped down on Ethan’s chest and holding his head began to kiss his victim, raising the sexual desire to release a massive load of cum into the neutered boy. Kissing and driving at the same time made the experience the most satisfying he had had in many contests. Ethan was a perfect target. Young, handsome, well-built, sexually attractive, Chad could not find a more attractive victim destined for obliteration as a man. The explosion was as massive and satisfying as Chad had expected. When he removed his penis, cum and blood leaked out. He had accomplished his end.
As Ethan lay broken, gasping on the mat, Chad knelt, grabbed his chin roughly, and planted a final mocking kiss on his wet lips—a final act of dominance, sealing the humiliation. "That's my good boy," Chad whispered with a sneer, loud enough for the front row to hear. The crowd exploded in approval; tickets sales had filled the house. Ethan rolled out of the ring, defeated utterly, his manhood destroyed both physically and emotionally, his future a blank void. Meanwhile Chad posed, the new king of the arena. Harold smiled backstage, mission accomplished.
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