Brian felt the adrenaline rushing through his body as he
thought of the upcoming confrontation. Tonight was going to be
the crowning glory of his short career, for tonight he was going
to take his former mentor down several notches. These thoughts
ran through the 19-year-olds head as he drove toward the
wrestling facilities set up on Dave's farm. Brian had
been discovered by Dave and brought into the underground
wrestling circuit by him. However, Brian was a cocky young man
and felt that he was ready to be on his own while Dave felt he
needed more time and training and so he had signed with George
and began a very promising career. In order to demonstrate to
Dave and other that he was good and ready to go all the way,
his triumphs were always decisive and without room for doubt--no
matter what it took to obtain them. One of his early matches had
been against Chuck, a new protege to Dave, and Brian had used all
tactics at his disposal to not only defeat but to humiliate and
injure Chuck to show Dave that he meant business. While Chuck
was out of action for several months, the verbal war between Dave
and Brian had heated up until Brian, without George's knowledge,
had issued the challenge for tonight's match; Brian vs. Dave in
a no holds barred match to submission, with the loser agreeing
to become the winners slave for one year. The excitement of the
humiliation and activities that Brian had planned for Dave during
that year had spurred him on to strenuous preparation for
tonight's fight.
As Brian pulls into the yard next to the barn where the
wrestling will occur, the adrenaline begins pumping even more
wildly through his body. He removes his gym bag from the trunk
and walks into the dressing room noticing the absence of Dave.
"Must be cowering to himself somewhere thinking about what he's
in for" Brian mumbled to himself. Brian walks into the dressing
room and begins to change. After stripping his street clothes
off he admires himself in the mirror, and the sight he sees is
impressive. Brian stands 6'1", weighs 190 lbs and his long
workouts show in his well proportioned body; massive pecs, broad
shoulders, pumped biceps and muscled legs. His chest is covered
with a dark mat of hair tapering down to a single line leading
into his crotch where his large cock and balls hang. After
flexing for a while, he slips into his yellow trunks which show
his dark tan nicely, laces up his wrestling boots and goes out
to the ring.
As he exits into the barn, he sees his opponent standing
in the ring waiting. Dave is about 35, stands 5'11", and weighs
210 lbs of perfectly proportioned muscularity. Many times he has
received the compliment that he was built like a brick shit
house. "So punk, you ready to meet your match and learn
about pain, humiliation and abuse", Brian shouts to Dave.
"Look kid, I ain't here to talk but to wrestle--you
wanted this so lets go. But a quick review of the rules.."
"Easy Old man, they ain't none. I'm going beat your ass
and then have a year to do anything to you I want"
As soon as Brian appeared between the ropes, Dave rushes
him and swings his hard forearm in an upward arc pump-handling
Brian between the legs. Brian lets out a loud gasp of pain and
folds to his knees, somewhat stunned by the attack. However as
he sinks to the mat he rams his head into Dave's lower abdomen,
hitting his cock in the process. Dave lets out a
gasp, not only of pain but of surprise, and also drops to his
knees facing Brian who launches himself from his knees bringing
his left forearm across the throat of his opponent.
Dave falls onto his back as his hands go his throat.
Seizing the advantage, Brian rolls him over onto his stomach
and places a reverse leg lock on him forcing his legs up to his
muscular buns. Dave, still surprised by the quick turn of
events, rolls from side to side in pain but manages to deliver
a pointy elbow into Brian's exposed ribs, causing him to loosen
the hold somewhat. Dave repeats the maneuver and crawls away
from Brian when the hold is released. He rises to his knees
behind Brian and delivers a round house punch deep into his gut
forcing all the air from his lungs. As Brian falls to the mat,
Dave crawls between his legs, and jabs his hand into Brian
crotch until he grabs Brian's basket.
"Now let's talk about humiliation, punk"
"Fuck you" Brian gasps out as he drops his hands to Dave's
and tries to pry them apart. Using both hands, he manages to
pry the fingers apart and rolls away. He gets to the ropes in
a neutral corner and pulls himself to his feet. He notices
Dave is slowly approaching him and surprises him with a reverse
kick to the upper torso. The blow lands with an incredible
amount of power and Dave is taken off his feet and lands on his
back. Brian follows up with a knee drop into the exposed
basket, bringing a loud cry of pain from Dave as the knee
connects with his purple Speedo clad nuts. "Now well show you
how to wrestle like a real man," Brian taunts as he pulls him
up and sends him into the far ropes.
Dave bounces off the ropes and back into the ring to be
met by a vicious fist to his basket from Brian who has placed
himself on his knee and swung a straight fist as hard as he
could. Dave does a somersault onto the mat screaming as he
does. He lands and grabs his nuts. Brian calmly gets to his
feet and moves toward the fallen man, thinking he must be
totally incapacitated. However, as he approaches Dave kicks his
right leg up into his exposed and unprotected nuts. Brian's
hands fly to grasp his crotch as he lets out an impossibly
loud scream and stumbles back a step or too. Seizing the
advantage Dave rises, ignoring the pain in his nuts, circles
behind Brian and bolos his fist around into Brian guts. He
repeats the maneuver twice more but each time the blows land
lower with the last one connecting with Brian's balls.
In a move of desperation, Brian swings his arm backward
and his elbow connects with Dave's chin, followed by another,
less powerful blow to the chest. Dave falls to the mat and
Brian instep kicks toward the balls but misses and connects
with the crotch instead. He moves away from Dave and tries to
buy some time to recover his strength. Dave recovers more
quickly, having been involved in these type of fights for many
more years than Brian, and charges toward him. Brian manages
to side step Dave and trips him as he goes buy. As Dave hits
the mat Brian drops between his legs and reaches between them
to grab onto his massive bulge. He finds a small hole in the
trunks and begins to enlarge it all the time retaining his grip
on Dave's balls. After shredding the trunks from his body, Brian
release the hold, pulls him from the mat with hair and trunks
and slings him into the ropes. As he comes off the ropes,
Brian repeats his earlier move and lands a fist squarely into
Dave's exposed nuts. The air is driven from Dave's body as the
pain takes hold and he falls to the mat.
Dave is pulled to his feet, backed into the ropes and
his arms trapped by the first and second rope. With a big
smirk on his face, Brian goes to the middle of the ring,
assumes a football stance and screams "Hike" and charges
shoulder first into Dave's exposed crotch, making sure his
bicep lands on the exposed balls. Dave screams in utter agony
and slumps slightly into the ropes. "Wanna give big, or should
I say old, man." Dave looked at Brian and spit in his face.
"Okay you got it, no retreat, no surrender, no mercy." With
that Brian charges across the ring bounces off the ropes and
heads toward Dave's exposed body. As he reaches it, Dave
raises both feet up catching Brian squarely in the face, breaking
the nose. Brian's hands fly to his battered nose as a scream of
utterly abject pain escapes from his lips and he falls to the
mat. Dave, by bouncing, manages to free himself from the ropes
and approaches a still flailing Brian. "Okay, little man, or
boy actually, time to wrap this little lesson up". With that
he spreads Brian's legs, places his hands on the upper thighs
with the thumbs placed well into the crotch, does a handstand
and brings his knee directly into Brian's speedo clad basket
scoring a direct hit on the balls. Brian screams in utter agony
and brings his hands down to his crotch to protect himself.
Dave repeats the maneuver and Brian's hands offer no help as
they are forced into his own balls. Dave removes his hands and
Brian rolls into the fetal position with his hands wrapped
around his balls. Dave rips Brian's trunks from his body and
tosses them aside. As the support offered by the Speedos is
removed, the pain intensifies in Brian's balls and he screams
again.
Dave pulls Brian to his feet and backs him into the
ropes binding his hands as he had been previously. "Now for a
little wrestling lesson, boy. You need to incapacitate your
opponent completely before you do your little number." With
that, Dave drops to his knees and grabs Brian's left leg,
forcing the foot behind the bottom rope and spreading it wide.
He then unlaces the top couple of holes and uses the loose ends
to bind the foot to the bottom rope. The maneuver is repeated
with the right foot and Brian is helplessly bound in the ropes.
Dave charges across the ring, rebounds off the ropes and into
Brian's body with his upper biceps landing in the split crotch.
The balls are already swelling from the vicious knee drops and
this causes the pain to increase.
"Ahhhhh God, Dave please don't".
"Is that a submission asshole?
"No, but please wrestle fair"
"You started this and hey with no rules, anything IS
fair".
Brian is in no condition to notice that several people had
entered the barn and taken seats near the action. Three of the
guys were around his age and obviously into wrestling by their
condition and singlets they were wearing. The fourth is near
Dave's age and carries a large tool-box like case with him.
All were intensely following the action in the ring.
Dave drops to his knees and seizes each of Brian's ball
in one of his strong hands and is caressing one while squeezing
the other and alternating back and forth. At the same time he
is pulling the entire sack down as far as possible. The
pleasure of the caresses only made the pain of the squeezing
more painful and Brian finally screams "All right, you win, I
submit, just please stop." Easing up on the pressure slightly
Dave smiles and says "And just what do I win?"
"Anything you want from me for a year, just stop
please."
Dave releases the hold and a sigh of relief comes from
Brian as the pressure is released although he is still in
agony. Suddenly he screams as loud as he can as Dave crashes
into his crotch from across the ring. When he recovers
somewhat he cries "No!! I've given you won, stop"
"I know I won asshole and I won the right to do as I
please. And that pleases me, and if I so desire I'll do it
again, but that is really for Chuck. In case you haven't
noticed he and some of his friends are out there in the
audience as well"
Dave turns to the older man and says "Were you able to
bring the tatooing equipment, Jeff," to which Jeff replies
"Sure did and this should be a real pleasure--for us at least
but probably not for Brian."
With that Jeff hands Dave a sheet of paper upon which
the drawing to be placed on Brian's massive chest is displayed.
"Nice, Jeff, real nice. Now Brian won't have any trouble
remember his place after all." With that he turns and shows
the drawing to Brian.
"Oh, god man please, please don't. I won't ever be able
to wrestle or be seen in public again. God Dave please ummmmm",
the last as Dave picks up Brian's discarded trunks and shoves
them into his mouth."
"Oh, don't worry, not only will you been seen in public,
but you will also wrestle again--because I want you too and I
get what I want for the next year. Of course, once your
opponents get a look at this they will do everything they can
to destroy you, but we have other things to do now." Turning
to the few guys in the audience "Andy get up here. I want to
demonstrate another hold here and since we have our own live
'wrestling' dummy for the year we might as well get started."
With that Andy, 6' of cut up musculature, enters the
ring and approaches Dave and the helpless Brian. Dave takes
Andy and places him in front of Brian who pleads with his eyes
for Dave to let him go. "Now Andy, I want to demonstrate the
pectoral claw for you." As he explains the hold he places
Andy's hands in the appropriate place on the 'wrestling dummy'.
"Place the fingers in the edge of the armpit and try to get up
under the edges of the pectoral muscle while you thumb is placed
near the nipple and then squeeze tightly." As Andy squeezes,
Brian's face becomes a mask of pain as he shakes his head back
and forth. "Now if you are in a tight situation when you have
applied this hold, and the referee isn't looking, snap your
knee up into the balls to further subdue your opponent." At
these instructions, Andy snaps his knee hard into Brian's
exposed crotch. Brian's face became a mask of pain as the pain
shot throughout his body. "Notice the expression of pain on
your opponent. Not only that but you have further
incapacitated his ability to respond. Now, repeat the move."
Andy again snaps his knee into the exposed crotch and the
intense pain finally pushes Brian over the edge and he slumps
into unconsciousness.
"Damned pussy, can't take a little pain. Oh, well looks
like that's all we can do for today, but we'll make up for it
tomorrow. Jeff, do you want him tied for you."
"Yes, Dave in case he comes to we wouldn't want him to
ruin the lines." With that Dave and Andy release Brian and
place him in the center of the ring. Wide leather cuffs are
applied to his hands and feet and straps from each of the ring
posts attached to the cuffs rendering Brian helpless in a tight
spread eagle position. "Hey, Chuck do you want to do
the honors and shave the chest before I begin?"
"Hell, yes." With that Chuck enters the ring and shaves
the massive chest, the pits and just for the hell of it the
crotch. Afterwards he turns Brian over to Jeff.
As Jeff starts the tatooing, Dave and the rest of his
trainees leave the barn for some exercises. "Don't worry guys,
by the time this year is over with you will be some of the best
wrestlers around-- proficient in a lot of styles and activities
and with some real hands on experience. And of course Brian
will not be a threat to any of you by then, that is if the
league lets him continue wrestling. If not we can always use a
personal towel boy! Now lets get some jogging in to improve
your cardiovascular system." As his trainees move out, Dave
looks back at Jeff busily working in the ring. "Thanks Brian.
Now not only will my boys have someone to work on that they
don't have to worry about, I'm sure they wouldn't think of
signing with anyone else and the championship will eventually
be mine," he says to himself and smiles lecherously as he goes
to join his "boys".
As the sun peeks over the hills, its beams enter
through the barn's slats and strikes the sleeping figure in the
face. As he has every morning for the last six months, the man
opens his eyes and rises from his "bed" to begin the day. The
bed is actually little more than an old army cot set up in the
corner of the room. He tosses the single cover, used more for
security than warmth, and slowly stands while mentally feeling
each part of his body to determine if there had been any real
damage from yesterday's workout. Finding only a few minor
aches and pains, a far improvement from when he first got here,
he wanders out to the outhouse to take care of his bodily
functions. While there is a real bathroom in the house, he has
not been inside any structure other than the barn for the past
six months. He returns to the barn and enters the dressing
area to get it ready for the day.
Before starting he stops and looks into the mirror. The
sight that greets him no longer causes feelings of shame or
anger but is accepted with resignation. Staring back at him is
a good looking 19 year old, with a perfect tan, since he has
not worn clothes in six months, either. He stands 6'1", weighs
210 lbs (he has put on twenty pounds from all the forced
workouts) and his muscularity is well defined. His crotch is
covered with a thick mat of dark hair that ascends via a single
strand to his chest where it had once spread out to cover the
massive pecs. Now it spreads out to form a frame around the
center of his chest. All the hair within the center has been
permanently removed so that the remaining hair forms a frame
around the large tattoo that had been placed on his chest. On
the right pec is a drawing of two people, one with his back to
the viewer wearing a wrestling singlet, while the other figure
is on his stomach with his face visible. The standing figure
has a boston crab on the naked figure below him with his hands
disappearing into the crotch area. The victims face shows
immense pain but is still recognizable as the man upon whose
chest the tatoo lay. A cartoon balloon used for conversation,
rises from the lips of the downed man and covers the left pec
with the words, "I submit, SIR, you are the superior wrestler."
For nearly a month after the tatoo was placed he had cried
every morning to realize that this would always greet anyone he
ever wrestled again--and David had assured him he would wrestle
again. Not that he hadn't wrestled in the last six months.
Much to the contrary. Every day for nearly eight hours a day he
had "wrestled" but as the "dummy" the other wrestlers used for
practicing holds and maneuvers. Many of his days were of
constant pain, although his threshold had slowly increased.
Tonight that is to change. He had been informed that he would
wrestle in the ring in public tonight against Mike, his old
managers newest find, who had ruthlessly defeated all his
previous opponents. He is very apprehensive but has no choice
in the matter.
After looking at the figure in the mirror for a few
minutes he turns and begins his day and he always did, by
checking each of the 5 lockers making sure each is in order and
ready for the arrival of the trainer, Dave and his trainees.
This task always fills him with a little sadness as he
remembers the camaraderie that he had shared with others at one
time. However, for the last six months, and for the next six,
he is simply another tool to be used in the training of others.
While the 5 trainees share the camaraderie of working out
together he is deliberately excluded from the group.
"Morning, boy. You ready for the day and tonight," asks
Dave as he enters the locker room.
"I guess so, Sir. I'm not really too sure about this
Mike, but I'll give it my best shot."
"Damned right you will boy or the next six months are
going to make the first six look like kindergarten. I want to
prove once and for all to George that he ain't shit and that I
am THE manager around here. Oh, yea I have some good news for
you. Tonight's match is going to be 2 out of 3 falls."
As these words were spoken, Brian felt the pit of his
stomach tighten. Mike is known as a ruthless wrestler who
delights in punishing his opponents. With two out of three
falls he would have extra time to do so, and probably extra
motivation. He saves his most ruthless tactics for those who
put up resistance to him and delights in knocking them down
several pegs as well as humiliating them. It had been rumored
that he had taken advantage of several of his victims in the
locker room as well with some pretty nefarious tactics.
"Two out of three falls, Sir?"
"Yep, boy. You're going to really have to fight for
your life tonight. Once the fans, as well as Mike, see that
little display there, they are going to be rooting for him to
take you apart. It should be quite a night. Seeing as how you
are going to be so busy, you're excused from your "wrestling
dummy" role today, but I expect you to do the general
exercises. Now get busy and we'll see you tonight." With that
he left the somewhat stunned kid alone.
Mike stands in the middle of the ring talking with the
referee while waiting for Brian to make his entrance. When
Mike had entered the ring there was a mixture of boos and
cheers indicating the ambivalence with which most crowds held
him. Even his critics had to admit that he was damned good
looking. He stood 6'2" tall, weight 220 lbs, had blond hair,
dark blue eyes and was perfectly proportioned. At one time he
seemed to be on the path of becoming a pretty good wrestler
until he had met up with George. Now he would do whatever it
took to win a match and sometimes much more. He had won his
last thirty matches in a row and was on his way toward the
championship. Mike and the ref's conversation is interrupted by
gasps as a door opens and Brian enters the arena. The crowd
nearest the door begin shouting obscenities at Brian as he
makes his way to the ring. As he enters, everyone in the crowd
can see the tatoo on his chest and as Dave had predicted
everyone was now rooting for Mike to cream "the pretty
little pussy".
The ref calls both men to the center of the ring for the
pre-fight instructions. "Okay men, well at least one man and
whatever the hell you are, as you know the rules are quite
simple. Two out of three falls to submission which has to be a
spoken 'I submit'. Other than that any thing goes. I'm going
outside to watch and listen. Otherwise you are own your own.
No return to your corners until the bell rings." As both
wrestlers retreat to their corners, the ref follows Mike out of
the ring and says as he departs "Make it painful--after all we
wouldn't people like that giving our league a bad name."
"Oh don't worry", Mike replies "after tonight we want
have to worry about him or the others."
Mike and Brian each came from their corners and meet in
the center of the ring. They lock up in a test of strength and
Mike pushes Brian into the ropes. Surprisingly enough, and to
the fans dislike, he breaks cleanly and moves back to the
center of the ring. Twice more the strength tests end this
way. On the fourth try, Brian backs Mike into the ropes and
following the earlier lead breaks cleanly. As he steps back,
Mike lashes out with a right jab striking him squarely on the
jaw, quickly follows up by two quick left right combinations
which puts Brian on the mat. He is pulled up by the hair and
slung into the far ropes. As he flies off the ropes and into
the center of the ring he is met by Mike's massive fist in his
washboard gut. The move is repeated again. After the second
fist Brian sinks slowly to his knees. Mike grabs the back of
Brian's trunks and lifts him to his feet, follows with a quick
punch, low to the stomach which causes him to double over.
Mike reaches between his spread legs and places his hand on the
crotch. His other hand goes over the shoulder and Brian is
lifted off the mat and dropped stomach first onto Mike's knee.
The air comes whooshing out of Brian's lungs and he is left
gasping on the mat.
Mike turns him over, gives him three quick elbow drops
to the abdomen and then clamps a claw hold onto the abdomen,
the right hand on the upper abdomen, the left low into the
plumbing tools. Brian's gut is in unbelievable pain which
radiates in all directions from the claw hold. In an attempt
to break the hold, he tries to smash Mike's balls only to find
that Mike has worn a plastic cup molded into his wrestling jock
as protection against such maneuvers. "Nice try you little
punk but I have brains and take measures to protect myself, not
like idiots like you". With those words he releases his lower
hand and pounds a fist into Brian's exposed bulging basket.
A cry of agony escapes Brian's lips as the crowd
cheers the foul. "Oh, what's the matter, can't take a little
pain like a real man. Well, then let's do it again to help
toughen you up." With that he punches the bulge repeatedly,
followed by the reapplication of the claw but on his balls.
For the next several minutes the claw is alternated with punches
to the balls, abdomen and pecs. "Now all you have to do to
stop the pain is say that words you have written all over you.
I submit Sir," Mike sneers. Finally releasing the ball claw,
Mike pulls brian to his feet and lifts him over his shoulder
and drops him over his knee back first. This is followed by a
slingshot into the far turnbuckle. As Brian bounces out into
the ring, he is met with a sharp knee to the lower abdomen
somersaulting him onto his back. Now not only are his balls in
pain but so is his abdomen. Mike grabs his feet, turns him
onto his back and knee drops Brian in the crotch, catching him
squarely in the left nut. Brian screams loudly and sits up his
hands going to clutch his crotch. Now Mike tries his newest
hold-- a vicious leg split. He sits facing Brian and places
his feet on Brian's thighs near the knees. He reaches out and
grabs Brian's arms near the elbows and pulls his upper torso
toward him while locking his knees down.
Brian screams loudly in pain. His crotch is in pain
from the unbelievable pressure applied by Mike's legs, his back
and abdomen from the stretching outward. "Come on Man, or
should it be boy. You can handle a little pain without
screaming like some damned pussy can't you?" These words are
punctuated by jerks of the torso forward and outward pressure of
Brian's legs. The crowd is yelling obscenities at Brian and
encouragement to Mike. Brian is helpless to release himself and
yet knows if he gives now he would be in deep trouble with
David. He looks over at David who shakes his head in a negative
direction. Mike leans into Brian's face and gets next to his
ear. As he does he increases the pressure on the torso somewhat.
"Don't bother asking that has been of a manager what you should
do, boy. George and I intend to finish you, him and his boys
off tonight and there ain't nothing any of you can do about it.
The little surprise we have in store for them back at the home
front is going make this look like kindergarten." With that Mike
releases the left arm and shoots a quick and powerful right jab
directly into Brian's exposed crotch hitting the cock dead
center. The cry of pain brought cheers from the audience, so
Mike repeats the move but this time his fist lands directly in
the balls. Brian's scream is quickly silenced as the pain is so
great as to paralyze the vocal cords. Mike releases the hold
and watches Brian curl up into the fetal position. Mike rises
to his feet, kicks directly into the balls and then scoops Brian
up into a back breaker. His right hand quickly goes to the
battered balls, grabs hold and begins squeezing and mangling
them. Meanwhile his left hand goes over Brian's mouth to
prevent any submission from being heard. The crowd roars its
approval. Mike continues this for several minutes, then
releases the balls, places his hands a little higher up on the
crotch for stability and then drops quickly to his knees. The
sudden stop as he lands on his knees translates into
unbelievable pain for Brian as his back feels as though a
freight train has run into it. Tears of pain come to his eyes
but Mike refuses to remove his hand until the pain has lessened
somewhat and then dumps Brian to the mat. Mike knew that Brian
would never submit without being in a hold (his pride is too
great for that). He struts around the ring laughing and making
lewd comments. He then proceeds to rip Brian's trunks off,
throw them at David and grab Brian by the legs. He then turns
him so that he is on his stomach with Mike facing George and
Brian facing David. He quickly cinches Brian into a Boston
Crab, hooks the ankles under his pits and uses his free hands to
grab Brian's balls, one per hand. When the crowd realizes that
this matches the tatoo on Brian's chest they go crazy with
cheers of approval. As Mike begins increasing the pressure on
his balls and back, the look of pain of Brian's face slowly
turns into a grimace. Finally unable to take it anymore he yells
"I give, no more".
Mike laughs and says "That isn't quite right. Since
this is your hold, you know what to say now let's hear it."
Brian held out for a little longer and then with shame
and humiliation cries out "I submit, Sir, you are the superior
wrestler." With a final squeeze to the balls, Mike
releases the hold, stomps into the back once and sneers "Ten
minutes you pussy and then it's gonna be all over for you."
Brian lays there in tremendous pain as Mike sneers and
returns to his corner to talk with George and the crowd. David
enters the ring and helps Brian to the corner for the 10 minute
break.
Second Fall
As the bell rings for the second fall, Brian is still a
little out of it and in pain. Approaching the center of the
ring, he is totally unprepared for Mike's quick left punch to
his jaw. This is followed by a couple of quick left right
combinations to the gut and a final vicious uppercut into
Brian's balls. Although he had put his trunks back on during
the break, the thin material offered no protection from the blow.
Expelling the air from his lungs, Brian drops to his knees with
both hands clutching his crotch. Mike strikes a quick pose for
the fans who scream their approval, before lifting Brian from
the mat and slinging him across the ring and into the far
turnbuckle. The middle turnbuckle catches Brian squarely in
the kidneys, causing a great deal of additional pain and damage
to his back. Mike follows up with a knee to the stomach and the
catapults Brian across the ring into the other turnbuckle.
Brian is in a great deal of pain as he slumps to the mat,
trying to clear his head. However, Mike quickly lifts him for
back breaker across his knee followed by two quick elbow drops
into the lower back, his obvious target for this fall.
Brian screams repeatedly as the blows strike his lower
back. He is in big trouble and knows it. Mike reaches down,
pulls the trunks off of his helpless opponent but this time
throws them to the appreciative crowd. He pulls Brian up by
the hair and places him in a back breaker across his shoulders,
with his left hand firmly placed over Brian mouth and his right
clutching his cock and balls and pulling downward. After a
couple of minutes, during which time Brian would have submitted
if he had been able, Mike repeats his earlier maneuver and
drops to his knees sending waves of pain through Brian's
damaged back. He is then dropped to the mat nearly out of it
while Mike parades around the ring striking poses for the crowd,
and screaming who is going "to make a real pussy out of this
asshole before the night is over." Brian manages to get to his
knees while Mike is showing off. As Mike approaches he is
strutting and not paying much attention. When he gets within
range, Brian launches himself from his knees driving his head
into the lower abdomen of Mike. Mike feels the breath being
driven from his lungs and falls to his knees totally confused
about what happened. Seizing the opportunity, Brian manages to
secure a combination full nelson- body scissors on his stunned
opponent. While he is not able to get the full advantage on
the full nelson because of his own pain, Brian is able to exert
considerable force on the body scissors. Still trying to
recover from the head butt, Mike is unable to fully get air into
his lungs and thus cannot muster his full strength. The crowd
is totally silent about this new development as Brian continues
a long ride on both the full nelson and the body scissors.
Finally, regaining some of his wits, Brian rolls onto his back
bringing Mike into the air and slamming him down to the mat.
Unfortunately, since his is wearing no protection, Brian also
slams his balls into the mat sending waves of pain upward from
his crotch, forcing him to loosen his hold. Mike is able to
quickly escape from the hold and rolls turns into Brian and
drives a hard right fist into the crotch striking the balls
dead center. Brian lets out a loud scream that sounds more
like an animal in pain than it does a human.
Mike manages to recover first and pulls Brian to his feet.
"You lousy son of a bitch. That little episode is going to
cause you a hell of a lot of misery." With those words Brian
is lifted by the throat and the balls and dropped stomach first
into Mikes knee. He is quickly pulled from the mat and then
clamped into a bear hug with Mike's fist placed low in the
back. As the pain nears the unbearable point, he is dropped onto
Mike's knee in a reverse atomic drop, with his balls catching
the brunt of the force. He goes totally limp as he all but
passes out. He is unable to muster the words "I submit", so he
is picked up and marched back into the ropes, where his arms
are bound between the first and second rope. In a instant of
"deja vu", Mike charges from the center of the ring butting his
head deep into the gut of the helpless man. As Mike charges
across the ring for the second tackle, this one aimed a little
lower, he is totally surprised when he sees Brian drop under
him to the mat. The first tackle, along with the sweat of
Brian arms, had jarred the ropes enough so that he was able to
fall free. Unable to stop his momentum, Mike is headed
through the ropes. However, immediately as he passes over Brian,
Brian raises up catching Mike in the lower limbs and flipping
him over. The total result is that Mike's neck is now trapped
between the ropes much as Brian's arms had been earlier. The
force of Mike's thighs hitting the ring sent waves of pain up
his body and his totally bewildered and helpless for the
moment.
Sensing the possibilities George charges around the ring
to help his wrestler. Fortunately, the referee realizes what
is going on and grabs him before he can interfere. The crowd
boos the ref as they realize that there man is now in big
trouble. Mike's hands have pulled the ropes apart just enough
so that he can breath but not enough that he can release
himself. He tries to bring his feet back up to the apron to get
a purchase but cannot. Brian, although still in great pain
realizes that this may be his only chance, rolls out of the
ring and grabs both of Mike's legs and pulls down increasing
the pressure. After a couple of minutes, he reaches up, grabs
the tope of Mike's trunks and is one swift move, removes both the
trunks and the jock strap. He places the strap around his hand
and with the protective cup Mike has there jabs a vicious
uppercut into Mike's exposed balls. The crowd begins screaming
"foul" and "no fair" but realize that in reality it is fair.
After several such jabs, Brian jumps up on the ring apron,
faces outward toward the crowd and swings his elbow into the
exposed balls. After the third shot, Mike screams his submission
and Brian adds a fourth just for the hell of it. Brian then
retrieves Mike's jock and trunks and walks back to his corner
where he dons the garments minus the jock cup which he throws
into the crowd.
George and one of his other wrestlers, rush over to the
ropes and release Mike and take him back to his corner. George
then demands that the referee make Brian return the trunks but
the ref simply says "Sorry, no holds barred, no rules, he took
them there his." George then ordered his other wrestler to
give Mike his trunk, but the ref stopped that attempt as well
"No outside interference or help and you know the consequences if
you do." Realizing defeat, George went to the corner and to
help Mike.
Third Fall
With only a couple of minutes to go until the third fall,
Dave looks at Brian and says "Well, boy, you may have some
talent in you after all. But this third fall could get really
rough."
"You're damned right it will be rough. I'm going to teach
that little cunt a lesson that he will never forget," replied
Brian.
"Easy boy, over confidence is what did Mike in during
that fall--remember"
"Oh, I remember all right. That and a hell of a lot
more."
Meanwhile George was giving Mike his pep talk or more
actually his orders. "You listen good you little idiot. If you
let that son of a bitch beat you I'll make damned sure you
remember and regret if for the rest of your fucking worthless
life. I'm not going to be humiliated by that cunt of a manager
of his--especially not with what else if planned for later
tonight. So you better not screw it up." Mike shakily
got to his feet still in pain. He had not had such a brutal
attach on him in a long time and was very slow to recover. As
the bell rang, Brian charged into the opposing corner catching
Mike full body and forcing him back into the turnbuckle.
Before, he could fathom what was happening, Brian stepped back
and planted an uppercut squarely into Mike's balls, wrenching a
scream from his lips and totally stunning and disorientating
him.
Demonstrating his ability to learn quickly from his
opponents, Brian lifting Mike into a shoulder breaker grabbing
his balls for leverage and covering his mouth to stop a
submission. "Now, you little asshole, I'm going to give you a
beating that you will remember for a lifetime--for more reasons
that one." With that he ran across the ring and dropped to his
knees. Mike felt as though his back had been broken and screamed
loudly into Brian's hand before slumping almost into
unconsciousness. Brian dumped the body to the mat, stood up
and dropped two quick knee drops into the lower back. The pain
of the knee drops forced Mike back into consciousness where he
realized that he had to act quickly or else. As Brian
approached again, Mike was able to kick his foot up into Brian's
crotch. However, the blow did not have much behind it and only
managed to infuriate Brian.
Realizing that simply defeating Mike was no longer
enough, and also to get back at George who he felt was
ultimately responsible for everything that was happening to
him, Brian decided that mercy had no place here and that he was
going to destroy Mike. Brian removed the trunks and jock he
was wearing, knotted the crotch of the jock into a ball and
proceeded to force the gag into Mike's mouth, tying it in place
with the straps. Mike tried to stop the act but was simply in
too much pain to be very effective. George and his wrestle,
seeing what was happening, started to enter the ring but was
prevented by the referee and a couple of the fans on that side
of the ring. Suddenly, the fans were no longer all rooting for
Mike and many were curious to see what Brian had in store for
him.
Brian pulled Mike's legs into the air and stomped the
ball of his foot into Mike's exposed balls. Mike's hands,
which had been trying to untie the jock, were involuntarily
placed over his exposed and aching balls in an useless attempt
to protect them. Brian released the legs dropped to the mat
and placed Mike in a leg split that Mike had used on Brian in
the first round. Brian's feet were placed high on Mike's thigh
where they could get the most leverage and his knees where locked
placing intense pressure on Mike's groin. He felt as though he
where the wishbone from a turkey. To help increase the
pressure, Brian had grabbed Mike's arms and was pulling them
toward him thus placing pressure on Mike's crotch, as well as
his damaged back. Every few seconds Brian would drop Mike's
left arm and pound his free fist into Mike's left testicle with
as much force as he could. After a couple of such shots, the
testicle begin to swell and Tears came to Mike's eyes. Brian
leaned close and whispered in a voice that only Mike could
here. "That is the ball that I am going to destroy before I'm
finished. You will not be a whole man after tonight and a
damned bad wrestler because all anybody has to do is go after the
other ball and you'll fold like a house of cards." As these
words were spoken, Brian could see the fear and realization
come into Mike's eyes.
Mike found a new source of strength, fear for his
manhood and managed to free one of his hands and sink the fist
into Brian's exposed balls. The surprise of the move caused
Brian to loosen his hold. Unfortunately for Mike, he was in no
condition to take advantage of his freedom. Brian was more
pissed than hurt by the move. "Damn you, you lousy son a bitch.
That is going to cost you a little more hurt." Brian quickly
rose, went across the ring to where he had left Mike's trunks,
picked them up ripped them in half and returning to his
prostrate opponent, used them to bind Mike's hands behind his
back. This sent George into further rages and shouts but he was
helpless to do anything and the referee (having found new
respect for Brian's talents as well) refused to interfere simply
saying "No holds barred, anything goes. Those are the rules you
wanted and those are the rules you got."
The crowd was now about evenly divided with half
cheering Brian on and the other half screaming for the ref to
stop it and give Mike a chance. Dave sat in his chair totally
stunned. He wasn't sure where Brian got the intestinal
fortitude for what he had taken and for what he was now dishing
out, and he wasn't sure he liked it.
Mike was pulled to this feet, backed into the ropes, he
bounds armed quickly caught up in the ropes, his boots unlaced
and tied to the bottom rope (he had learned his lesson from
Dave very well). Brian then began using Mike as a punching bag
with at least a fourth of the blows landing on Mike's swollen
left ball. Mike was desperately trying to submit and tears
were flowing from his eyes. Brian repaid Mike's earlier
football tackle with on of his own but with most of the force of
the blow being directed at Mike's crotch. Standing up he
leaned into Mike's face where he could see fear and pleading
and said "After all the shit you've pulled on other wrestlers
both here in the ring legally and alone in the locker room not
so legally, I'm going to make you pay so you can forget about
mercer." He then stepped backed and planted an instep kick into
Mike's balls. Even through the gag the scream of pain could be
heard. Brian released Mike's arms and pushed him forward.
Since his feet were still bound and he had no use of his hands,
Mike fell face first onto the mat breaking his nose in the
process.
Brian knelt between the V formed by Mike's legs and said
"Say bye-bye to half your manhood, asshole." He then placed
his right hand over Mike's right ball and his left hand over
the left and proceeded into a handstand. However, he had
cupped his hands so that was very little pressure on the balls.
Then slowly he increased the pressure on the left ball. As he
did so Mike's cries of pain become more urgent and louder.
"Now don't pass out on me boy or I may not get the signal I want
to stop and you may end up totally manless." With those words,
Brian placed all his weight on the swollen left ball. For a
brief moment it held and then yielding to the inevitable it
collapsed. Mike's scream of utter pain drowned out Brian's
"Bye Bye". Most of the crowd cheered loudly at the new
development, having forgotten their earlier "loyalty" to Mike.
Brian then began to increase the pressure on the right
ball as the crowd, for the most part, cheered him on. "Okay,
Mikey, are you ready to humbly submit to me, the superior
wrestler?".
Mike, in total fear of his manhood, had managed to stay
conscious and nodded his head yes. Brian dropped out of the
handstand, to the boos of many in the crowd, untied Mike's
feet, and hands, drug him to the center of the ring placed him
on his knees, and said as he was untying the jock "you'd better
make this good or I'll destroy what's left before anybody can
get in here."
As the jock was removed, Mike reached forward, kissed
the head of Brian's cock, both his balls and said "You are
obviously the superior wrestler and I willing submit to you."
The crowd went crazy as the witnessed the humiliation that Mike
was submitting himself too without force. Brian simply walked
away, left the ring and followed Dave back to the dressing
room. As they entered the dressing room, Dave turned at looked
at Brian "You realize that tonight doesn't change a damned thing
where you are concerned. I still own you for six more months
and intend to get my money's worth, although I must admit that
you did pretty good out there and have earned some respect in
my eyes which may make life a little easier."
"Thank you, Sir, and yes I realize nothing has changed."
"Good, go get a shower and let's see what damage there
is and how much time you'll be out of commission".
Meanwhile, George and his other wrestler rushed into the
ring and helped Mike back to their dressing room. As the door
closed, George sank a fist deep into Mike's lower abdomen,
forcing the hurting wrestler to the floor. "You fucking
worthless, no good, bastard. Do you realize how you made me
look out there. Damn you. You'll pay for that dearly." Turning
to his other wrestler he said "Robert, finish off what that
asshole started, make him into a total cunt." Robert quickly
approached the helpless Mike, grabbed his remaining ball in his
hand and began squeezing. Mike had no strength left to fight
or even scream with.
Suddenly George shouted, "No Robert, don't. I just
thought of another idea." Walking over to Mike he grabbed him
by the hair and forced him to look up. "You are going to help
us finish the rest of our plan tonight. If all goes well and
you do as you should, I'll let you keep your worthless testicle
but you'll be through in my stable. You fuck up tonight and
I'll let one of my new rookies feel what it's like to crush a
ball."
With that they set about preparing the surprise for Dave
and the gang later that night.