Chad walked into the office and spoke to Harold. “Are we ready for tomorrow?” Yes” responded Harold. “Its all set. Greg will lead off with a prelim that will set the house on fire. Then you will satisfy the blood lust of the red necks.” Chad could feel the stiffening of his penis at the thought of reducing the young farmer to a pile of manure. “What about tonight he asked?” Yes, I have someone lined up for you.” With that Chad left for his hotel room.
A knock on the door and Chad’s sex drive went into overdrive. What had Harold sent him? He opened the door and there stood the most beautiful piece of human body he could imagine. His name was Richie. At 19 he had the body of an older man. He was shirtless to let Chad get a full view. Tits the size of dollars and breasts of pure classical form. What was it like below the belt? “Are you ready for me?” “Yes”, came the response. The kid dropped his pants and revealed a huge penis that sent Chad’s mind into overdrive. What a night this will be, he thought. He wasted no time. Chad grabbed the kid and put him into a frottage hold. He kissed the inviting mouth and pressed his groin into the boy’s. Taking him to the bed, Chad pushed the boy down and laid on top of him. Rubbing his penis against the boy’s, he brought himself to a quick explosion. What a feeling was Chad’s reaction. The speed of his expulsion surprised him, but the explosion in his head as he came only moved his desire through the ceiling. He had to use this piece of raw flesh to satisfy his deepest cravings. Lifting the boy’s head Chad sat on his chest and pushed his tool into the mouth of his toy. Again, the speed of the orgasm created a sense of complete satisfaction but also frustration at the lack of foreplay. With two explosions behind him, maybe the third would take longer. He was wrong. The sheer physical beauty of his boy overcame all restraint. Ramming his tool into the love hole, he pushed and pushed until he felt the boy giving up his body to Chad. The last orgasm sent electrical charges into the big wrestler. Exhaustion and satisfaction mixed in the young wrestler as he held the boy close and kissed his mouth, neck, tits and penis. “Here’s a bonus for a brilliant night”, said Chad. As the boy left, Chad began to have dreams of Ethan in his grasp, violating every orifice on his body. Satified and drained Chad settled into a restful sleep with dreams of dominance. Tomorrow would be great fun.
The arena was packed to overflowing. It was standing room only. Harold had laid his plans well. It was all he could have hoped for. This would be his biggest gate of the last several years. Ethan had become a money machine for him. His physical looks, handsome face and farm boy charm had captured the hearts of the fans. This would be his high point in the company. But not as a winner. But as a piece of meat to be tenderized and eaten to the pleasure of the crowd. Ethan would never wrestle again but his present usefulness would be his best asset. Used up but fulfilling his purpose as Harold toy.
But first was Greg’s preliminary, designed to whet the appetite of the crowd for red meat. His opponent came in first. He was Stan, the Bronze Warrior. He stood 5’11” and weighed 190 lbs.
His Bronze skin had a sheen to it that reflected the lights of the arena. He had a tight muscularity and beautiful protruding nipples with a package that filled his trunks to their full extent. He had just arrived from New Orleans and was looking for a career in pro wrestling. He was well trained and had a couple of years’ experience in the ring. Harold took one look at him as he came for an interview, and he knew he had the object of his desire for the prelim with Greg. Greg would be billed as the Viking Warrior as a contrast. When Harold showed Greg his opponent for the match Greg responded: “I love the beautiful physique and the use of his bronze body for my enjoyment.
Greg entered next to a raucous round of shouts and applause. He was one of the crowd favorites. His muscular body, handsome looks, and tan colored skin moved both sexes to feel a rising desire for intercourse. Standing 6’1” and 205 lbs. his frame was a model of a Greek statue. The fans anticipated a wild and explosive match.
The bell started the contest. The collar and elbow tie up showed the mutual strength of the two contestants. But Greg went for a high hip roll. The Bronze warrior was momentarily stunned. Not waiting a second, Greg landed a quick foot to the head and a knee drop on the skull. Placing his feet on either side of Stan’s head he did a twist that almost took the Bronze Warrior’s ears off. Stan twisted and turned on the mat from the pain. Moving like a cheetah, Greg dropped an elbow across the chest of the Warrior causing a bounce off the mat. With his opponent still groggy from the attack, Greg picked him up and drove him into the ropes. Stan was met with a driving dropkick that returned him to the canvas. Greg went into Viking mode, to destroy this muscular bronze victim. Greg loved destroying muscular young men and exposing them to the ridicule of the crowd. Again, sending him into the ropes he did a body lift that sent the Bronze Warrior crashing to the mat again. He series of German uppercuts added to the crowd’s excitement. Pushing the Bronze Warrior again into the ropes, Greg leveled him with a clothesline across the throat that again put him down. Greg jumped with both feet onto the Bronze Warrior, driving the air from his body. The Viking followed with a series of German suplexes landing his opponent on his back. Then a Canadian destroyer landing Stan on his head. Putting the Bronze Warrior on the top rung of the ring corner he executed a perfect hurracana. Putting his opponent in the corner, Greg sent several arm bars into the chest of the Bronze one. Kicking his legs out from under him Stan sat on the mat. Going to the far corner, Greg ran across the ring and landed a drop kick on the head of the downed wrestler. Greg repeated the move again. Coming back to the fallen figure he lifted him up and put him into a tree of woe, hanging head down with his feet tied in the ring supports. Greg made a diving dropkick that landed right across his face. Greg repeated the move two more times leaving the Bronze Warrior stunned and helpless. Not wanting to waste this opportunity, Greg went to the top rope in the corner and, without pity, landed his knee on the Bronze pouch. The scream that followed startled some in the crowd. But the blow had turned a wrestler into a whimpering mass of Bronze flesh.
Greg’s blood was up. Pulling the Bronze Warrior off the turnbuckle, he put him into a torture rack. With the power in his arms, he pulled down on both head and legs. Bouncing his victim, Greg put his entire muscle power into the hold, bending his victim in extreme degrees with every drop onto his shoulders. He made a high push followed by a back cracking drop. Greg wanted to make the pain as complete as possible. Ten, fifteen, twenty bounces inflicted incredible pain on the small of Stan’s back. To add insult to injury, he grabbed the groin area of the Bronze Warrior and crushed it in his hand, causing a howl of pain from the Bronze boy. Pulling his trunks down, Greg grabbed the exposed penis of Konga and began to man handle it. He intended to drain the wrestler in full view of the crowd as a touch of sexual humiliation and assault on the Bronze Warrior’s manhood. The struggles of Stan could not stop the inevitable. With a squirming motion and quick jerks of the body the Bronze Warrior shot his load a good foot into the air. The hoots and hollers of the crowd told it all. Then in a show of strength, Greg lifted the now pain racked victim into a power lift and then dropped him on his knee in a cruel backbreaker. Pushing the broken man contemptuously off his knee, he landed a leg drop across the Bronze neck of his toy.
The crowd was in a state of frenzy at the masterful destruction being wrought in their sight. Greg was proving their trust in him as a great wrestler and destroyer of men. Stan was only the latest to give proof to this. But Greg knew the crowd wanted more. Wrestling in the traditional way was nice, but more was expected. The destruction and humiliation of the opponent must also be presented to them. Greg had made his reputation by satisfying this lust for pain and humiliation. The Bronze Warrior was only the latest to taste of Greg’s sadism.
Taking the broken Bronze Warrior, Greg threw him into the ropes. When he bounced back Greg put his arm around the throat of the opponent and applied a sleeper hold. His massive arms put tremendous pressure on the arteries in the neck and soon had the struggling Bronze man nearing unconsciousness. But he did not want to put him out, but only less resistant. Taking the groggy man, he tied him in the ropes exposing him to what ever Greg planned on inflicting. Taking the head of his now compliant victim, he planted a wet kiss on the mouth of the Bronze warrior. “Eunuch”. The word rolled through the arena. Every one knew what was coming next. The ultimate act of degradation was about to be executed on the Bronze body trapped in the ropes. Everyone was on their feet, cheering and clapping at what they were about to see. Greg knew this was the crowd’s favorite hold and he would give them what they wanted. Putting his hand on the muscle ridges of Stan’s stomach, he made his way slowly but with sexual overtones toward Stan’s trunks. Greg’s hands disappeared into the groin area until it found a target, a ball. Then Greg dropped his head and placed his mouth on the enticing and protruding bronze nipple of his victim. Suddenly, the Bronze Warrior let out a scream that would send chills down the spine of any who heard it. Greg’s teeth had grabbed hold of the tit and began to bite into it with no concern for any damage inflicted. His thumb and finger began to squeeze the ball with equal unconcern about damage. The roar of the crowd almost drowned out the screams of the Bronze victim but the reaction of Stan to his sexual assault was too loud to even do that. For what seemed like for ever to Stan, went on for a minute or two. When Greg felt he had exhausted his pleasure from the assault and the crowd had been satisfied he pulled back to view his handiwork. Concluding the scene, he put a bitch kiss on his now half man victim. The crowd cheered at the successful conclusion of the attack.
But Greg was not finished with the Bronze Warrior. Letting Stan off the ropes, he pulled down his own trunks. Putting Stan into position before his now exposed penis, he rubbed it in Stan’s face a few times to have it grow and harden. When he had reached the desired level of hardness he grabbed the Bronze Warrior’s head and punched him couple of times until the Bronze mouth opened up enough to put his penis into the intended target. With his milk-colored tool now in the bronze mouth, Greg began to drive hard and deep into his pleasure orifice. The friction of his tool against the wet tunnel of Stan, only excited him more. Each move was pushed harder and deeper than the last. Greg had entered into a state of sexual frenzy. The action became more focused and mindless. The head of Greg’s penis was the only head doing any thinking. The tanned Viking was losing all control and was on the verge of becoming a bezerker, a Viking who does not think but only kills without thought or feeling. Greg’s spear was now his penis and he wielded it as a weapon to destroy the thing trapped on its tip. Driving deeper and stronger, Greg entered the throat of his target tickling his head as it went past the tongue of his pleasure boy. Now oblivious of anything around him, he felt the juice rise and the cum near explosion. Only this would bring the massacre to an end. Then the tightening of Greg’s body and his bezerker yell told everyone the climax had come. Thrust after thrust told about the ropes of cum being injected into the victim. As he withdrew from the mouth of Stan, cum spilled out because the flow had been so great not all of it went down the Bronze throat but was expelled as Stan tried to catch his breath. Greg put some of the excess fluid on his hand and then smeared it all over the face of the humiliated wrestler. Everyone was exhausted by the end.
How to finish the match? Greg put Stan on the mat face down. Mounting his back, he placed the Bronze Warrior’s arms over his legs and put him into a sleeper hold while pulling back on the neck and back. With all the power left in his arms he pulled as hard as he could. The sleeper had the effect of reducing the body resistance of his victim. As the seconds past the Bronze Warrior fell into unconsciousness allowing Greg to put maximum pressure on the back. Then, with a final pull on the head and neck and leaning as far back as possible on the spine of his bitch, he snapped the spine of his victim. Letting Stan drop, the crowd again rose to its feet to cheer the master of pain and destruction. The Bronze Warrior was taken to the hospital where he was patched up as best as could be, but his wrestling days were over.
With this match before them, what could they expect from the Chad and Ethan main event yet to come? Would it match what they had just seen or would there be disappointment?
(TO BE CONTINUED)
