Chuck says, "Fucking Colt. Losing to that punk ass little
bitch. Shit, it's up to you, kid. I mean it, Jake. You've gotta beat the old
man to protect our fucking honor."
I roll my eyes, "Right, Chuck. You really mean to protect
your ass, don't you? Your mouth wrote a check and now I gotta cash it."
"Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah. I mean my ass. Kid, I don't
wanna get fucked tonight. And I sure as hell don't wanna give up my belt to
those NWL assholes. Damn it. I figured Colt was a sure thing against that
beanpole. I never would've made this muthafucking bet if I thought he was gonna
lose." Chuck slams a fist into one of the lockers, seriously denting it.
I respond sarcastically, "Gee, thanks." The
implication that Chuck had no faith I could win just hangs there for a moment
before Chuck realizes what he’s said.
Chuck starts to apologize, but I wave him off. I'd be
insulted, but the fact is, Chuck is kind of right. Dick probably even chose me
as his opponent because he thought I’d be easier than Colt. While I'm
definitely the underdog here, I don't need to hear it just minutes before my
match. I need to hear suggestions on how I avoid 1984 starting off in a really
crappy way. I finish changing as Chuck paces, circling the entire locker room.
I wish Colt was here to calm him down, but the last time I saw Colt, he was
hogtied buck ass naked in the ring, fresh after being fucked by Justin. We
should've untied him, but I had this match to get ready for. I assumed Chuck
would do it while I got ready. Instead, Chuck came back here with me, leaving
our friend to figure it out on his own.
A little background is in order, I guess. My name's Jake Justice, pro wrestler for the American Wrestling League. I ended 1983 on a high note by becoming the AWL TV titleholder. Chuck and Colt are none other than "Chainsaw" Chuck Rollins, AWL's US champ and Big Colt Hill, AWL's tag champ. The three of us have a private friendship, which involves a lot of wrestling and even more sex. We’ve been at it for six months, since July when Chuck discovered I was gay, but too stupid to know how to hide it. The big stud took pity on me and became my mentor. Now, with the exception of nights when Colt has to ‘service’ his tag partner, Kirk Manning, the three of us mess around pretty much exclusively, managing to avoid the public bar scene entirely.
It's
1:00am. We’re at the AWL facility and I'm getting ready for a wrestling match.
There are only six of us in the entire building, but this match is suddenly
more important to me than any TV taping in front of hundreds of people. As I pull on my tight red trunks, I'm nervous and unfocused. I
realize that this is the first match I've ever had in this facility where I
didn't know the outcome beforehand. I'll be facing the National Wrestling
League Heavyweight Champion, Dick von Winkel, a man I only met tonight. I'm 22,
while he's 45, so he's way more experienced than me. My father's a pro wrestler
about the same age and size as Dick and he's always pulling out new moves when
we spar. I’ve yet to ever beat my dad, which doesn’t exactly give me
confidence.
When
Chuck, Colt and I went out tonight, we had no idea that we'd run into three
wrestlers from the rival NWL - Dick, Eric Kaine (NWL Transcontinental champ)
and Justin Cody (NWL Junior Heavyweight champ).
They are
in town for a show and ended up at our private men's club, the best place for
men who like men to hang out without worrying about who they’ll run into. As
happens with wrestlers, egos took over and one thing led to another. Now, we're
in this three-match challenge where the loser gets fucked in the ring. It's not
really that big a deal, as we've all been fucked by other wrestlers before.
However, thanks to Chuck, the winning team also gets all the belts and the
losers submit for the rest of the night. As I said, losing the belts and being
NWL bitches would be a really shitty way to start 1984 and tough to live down,
even if no one else knows about it.
Chuck beat Eric in the first match, but Colt lost to Justin in
the second. That means it all up to me. I finish lacing my boots and stand up,
stretching and hopping, trying to burn off some nervous energy. Eric sticks his
head in to say Dick's ready and on his way to the ring. I nod and follow with
Chuck rubbing my shoulders and talking me up the whole way down the hall.
Ready or not, it's finally my turn.
The Final
Match
When I come through the curtain, Dick is already in the ring.
He's staring me down with a giant smirk on his face. I have to admit, the old
man looks good in his black trunks, boots and belt. He's a man's man - furry,
beefy and supremely confident. At 6'0" and 240-lbs, he's shorter and
heavier than me. I don't know how strong he is, but he's definitely in good
shape. That's all fine, of course, as I can handle that. It's the additional 25
years of wrestling that has me worried.
I notice Colt ringside. He's still completely naked, except
for Justin’s bull rope. I see that his bulging arms are still bound behind him.
Justin has looped the other end of the rope around Colt's neck in a slipknot,
forming a collar and leash. The gag is gone and the big stud's ankles have been
untied. Colt's massive cock and balls are free, but still red and throbbing.
The massive bear looks shockingly helpless and submissive, but somehow even
more sexy.
Colt looks at me, mouthing the words, “Please. Win.”
I give a small nod to him, but I can't really worry about
that. I've got my own issues. We'll all be in the same trouble if I don't somehow
pull a victory out. Besides, I’ve learned that Colt has a way of getting
himself into these situations, so he should be used to it by now. He can
certainly survive another few minutes as some wrestler’s bitch.
As I climb into the ring, Justin taunts me, “No point untying
him when he’s gonna be mine again in a few minutes anyway. Dick’s gonna kick
your ass. Ooh baby.”
I step in over the middle rope, contemplating a response. With
me half-in/half-out and looking at Justin, Dick charges forward, grabbing the
rope and pulling it up into my body. It slams up into my balls. FUCK! Dick
wastes no time slamming two forearms across my back. WHAM! The savvy ring
veteran wrenches my trunks up my crack in a wedgie. DAMN! Using my hair and
trunks, Dick drags me into the ring and hurls me down to the canvas. He stomps
my right shoulder hard. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!
I crawl
away to the opposite corner, being hammered by his boots the whole way. Before
I can react, Dick has me by my long blond hair and slams my face into the middle
turnbuckle. He wrenches my right arm up my back then forces me to my feet. Dick
slams me right shoulder first into the corner then peels off my belt. He
casually tosses it into the middle of the ring.
I push
Dick back to buy time. The old man is unrelenting, though. He immediately comes
in with a big boot to my abs. Next, he twists my right arm behind my back as he
lifts me up across his chest. Before I know it, I'm being turned and slammed
down shoulder first onto my own belt! The hard metal and leather title digs
into my flesh, adding to the impact of the devastating slam. Another round of
boots have me reeling until I can slip out under the bottom rope and onto the
floor below.
I try to
catch my wind, being yelled at by Chuck the whole time. Not exactly the start I
was looking for. Dick waits patiently in the ring, a huge smirk running across
his face. I roll back in under the bottom ring. The NWL champ charges at me,
but this time, I’m ready. I spring up, diving at him. My left shoulder plows
into his surprisingly hard stomach. We topple down with me on top.
I reach
for a headlock, but Dick blocks me. He goes for a body scissors, but I pin one
of his legs down with my knee. We’re fighting for armbars, headlocks,
grapevines … anything we can get … but we counter every move the other tries.
POW! WHAP! We trade body shots as we struggle on the canvas. Dick manages to
roll me over, but I get a knee between us and shove him off me. Dick and I
scramble to our feet, both breathing hard. He still has that annoying grin on
his face.
“Nice
work. I guess daddy did teach you some stuff, junior.”
Dick
extends his hand for a shake. When I reach out to accept, the old man kicks up
at me. I see it coming, easily batting the boot to the side. It deflects
harmlessly off my thigh and I respond by charging with a fist that drives deep
into Dick’s gut. He staggers back winded.
I say with
snark in my voice, “Yeah, I guess he did.”
Dick nods
and we circle. We move in for a lockup, but I dive under his arms to tackle him
down again. Unfortunately, Dick anticipates me and brings his knee up. CRACK!
My jaw slams into his rising leg and I topple back, dazed. The ring veteran
moves in and slaps on a cruel nerve hold on my right neck and shoulder. His
fingers dig into my trap, tearing at the muscle. I cry out, but can’t get free.
The pain shoots through my arms, immobilizing them. I use my legs, pushing
myself up to my feet. When I stand, I decrease his leverage, allowing me to
swing an elbow into his gut, breaking the hold. Before I can respond, though,
he moves in hard and fast, leveling me with a high clothesline across my neck.
WHAM!
I crash
down hard onto my back, coughing. Dick stomps down on my right shoulder then
grabs my hair. He drags me up again, this time pushing me into the ropes. Dick
delivers a series of hard chops to my chest to soften me up then sends me
across the ring. I bounce off and leap up, hoping to hit a crossbody block.
Once again, the savvy veteran is ready. He ducks, letting me sail over his back
and crash down behind him. SPLAT!
I fall
hard and awkward on my right side. Before I can rise, he’s on my back, locking
on a chokehold. I manage to maneuver it into a chinlock, preventing him from
knocking me out, but I’m still in pain. I struggle to rise, but Dick’s shifting
his 240-lbs on my back and keeping me pinned. I work my right hand into the
hold, almost breaking it. Dick knows his chinlock has lost its effectiveness,
so he suddenly switches holds, moving faster than I can react. My right wrist
is in the perfect position for him. He grabs it, yanks and twists. Dick slaps
on a chicken wing, using his shin to help keep it pinned and force it higher
and higher up my back until it’s touching my shoulder blade.
Dick keeps
cranking, building on his early attacks on my right shoulder. By using his leg,
it gives him a free hand to punch the back of my shoulder. I can’t do anything
but moan and squirm under him. He’s heavy and great at counters, but I finally
manage to get my knees under me. I use them to topple us over. He loses his
grip as we roll. We land with Dick on his back and my back on his torso. I lie
on him for a moment, catching my breath, but it’s a moment too long. The NWL
champ swings his legs around for a body scissors and ties up my arms with a
full nelson. ARGH!
Fuck, this
out of the frying pan into the fire shit is going to get tiring. The scissors
isn’t that tight, probably because Dick knows it won’t do much other than
control me. He’s been attacking my shoulder and neck, so he focuses on
tightening and squeezing harder on the nelson. I try to break free, but he has
old man strength and his fingers are locked tight. I try to use my legs to
press up, but it’s not really working. I feel my shoulder giving as my elbows
are pushed together behind my neck.
“Give it
up, junior!”
“Fuck you!
I can stay in this shit all day!”
Dick must
believe me, because he suddenly releases the nelson. He goes for a sleeper, but
makes the mistake of not tightening his legs. I’m too quick this time, twisting
around before he can work his arms into place. Now facing Dick, I sit up and
back. His legs are still wrapped around my body, but I’m in the perfect
position to fire off a hard series of gut punches. WHAM! POW! WHAP! POW! WHAM!
POW! I get a half-dozen off before Dick manages to kick me back. We rise again,
both a little winded. I’m swinging my arm, trying to loosen it up.
Dick
taunts me, “Didn’t get much behind those rights, junior. Arm not feeling
right?”
“I got
enough,” I respond while pointing at the red marks on his stomach as proof.
The old
man laughs then darts forward. We lock up for real this time, feeling each
other out. We press against each other, but Dick smartly makes the first move.
He shoots forward attacking my right shoulder again. He locks on a standing
armbar. My arm is twisted painfully and I groan in pain. That groan encourages
Dick to twist harder. I manage to push him against the ropes then whip him
across the ring. When he comes off, I hit him with a clothesline. SLAM! ARGH! I
instinctively use my right arm, which is a huge mistake. Dick’s done more
damage than I thought, so while I knock him down, I feel more pain. I can’t
follow up, instead staggering back into the ropes. The NWL champion comes in
close. I can see him eying my right arm hungrily, so I turn my left side
towards him in defense.
Dick kicks
his big black boot out at me, connecting with my left side. OOF! I try to move
away, but can’t move fast enough. Dick moves in closer then fires hard fists in
my side as I hang on the ropes. He reaches his right hand over my left
shoulder, ignoring an elbow I slam into his gut. The savvy ring veteran reaches
his left hand over my back, between my legs. Dick shows off his strength by
lifting me up, off my feet. The ring veteran brings me down into a gutbuster
over his knee. ARGH!
I hang on
his leg for a minute while he pounds forearms mercilessly into my back. The
seasoned wrestler pushes me off his knee onto my back. He rises then comes down
immediately with a double axe handle to my aching abs. Dick open his hands and
slaps on a hard ab claw. His fingers bury into my soft stomach. I know I should
work on my gut, because his fingers almost disappear into my body as he grabs
the muscle. I’ve got no resistance as he crushes my stomach muscles. AHH!
“Gonna
give, junior?”
I can
barely cry out, “No!” through the blinding pain. I stomp the mat in pain as my
midsection is torn apart. Damn, his hands are strong. Dick slides his feet back
and starts doing pushups with the clawhold locked on. I’ve never felt this much
pain before. It’s all I can do to resist his continuous calls for me to
surrender. I can’t give up, but I don’t know if I can hold out much longer.
Fortunately, Dick can’t do that forever. He opens his claw and rises up.
Dick grabs
my hair and forces me to look at him. He says me, “Junior, you gotta know
something. This is fun for me, destroying you piece by piece. Your arm’s dead.
Your abs are pathetic. I’m just gonna keep destroying body part after body part
until you give. You wanna spare yourself a lot more pain?”
“Fuck you,
old man.”
Dick
smiles, “Good. I hoped you’d be stupid.”
I try to
look defiant, but I believe that this is fun for him. He’s actually glad I’m
not submitting. Arrogant fucker. I slowly roll to hands and knees. I see Dick
moving in, but I can’t react before he leaps up and splashes down across my
back. BOOM! I collapse under his weight. Dick slides over my sweaty back,
moving into a seated position. He grabs my arms, yanking them up and over his
knees, I fight back, but I can’t stop him from pulling me up into a camel
clutch. I moan as he pulls back, stretching my head back. My back feels like it
will break as he pulls me up and back further than I’ve ever been stretched. I
moan loudly, suffering in the cruel hold.
I suffer
and hold out for what seems like hours. The harder he yanks, the greater my
willpower. Frustrated by my stubbornness, Dick slides his index fingers into
either side of my mouth. He pulls, stretching my mouth open. Still, I manage to
focus and resist his command to submit. Unable to break free, I go dirty. I’m
not proud of what I’m planning, but I need to be free of this hold. I open my
jaw and move my mouth fast enough to catch one of Dick’s fingers. I bite down
for all I’m worth. CHOMP! YEEARGH! It’s Dick’s turn to scream as I shock him
with the move. At the same time, I summon my strength and thrust my arms
forward. He loses focus enough that he can’t stop me.
I collapse
to the mat while he shakes his hand out. He’s cursing a blue streak at me and I
can’t blame him. Still, I’m free. For the moment. Dick’s too smart to let this
throw him off his game. He rises up and stomps my back mercilessly. I try to
rise only to be stomped down again. The veteran grabs my hair and drags me up
to my feet. He turns his back and positions his shoulders against my side.
Seconds later, I’m lifted up off my feet, stretched out across his shoulders in
a torture rack. Dick pulls down on the backbreaker, making sure I really feel
it. Even though Dick is older, I’m the lightest man here. He doesn’t have any
trouble keeping my 225-lbs up. He calls for me to give, but I refuse. He
bounces me up and down, but I still refuse.
The NWL
champ is getting angry. I can tell Dick’s pissed, because he reaches up and
squeezes my pouch, crushing my balls and cock in a rough claw. I flail on his
shoulders, but I can’t do anything else. As I wave my arms, my hand finds
Dick’s head. I summon the wherewithal to fire a fist into his temple. It’s not
that hard, but it’s enough. I’m immediately dropped as Dick moves to the ropes,
clearing his vision. I force myself to my feet. When I’m standing, it’s just
long enough for Dick to scoop me up across his chest. The ring veteran drops
down, slamming me across his knee with force. I fall off his knee, rolling onto
my stomach.
Dick grabs
my hair and forces me up. I’m out on my
feet as I stand there. The old man has really taken it to me – shoulder, abs
and now back. Dick grabs a handful of my hair then forces my head between his
thighs. He grabs around my waist. I squirm as he reaches around my waist, but
I’m unable to really figure anything out before he makes his move. Dick pulls up,
spinning me in the air until my boots and hips fly over his shoulder. I hang
there, facing the ceiling, my back resting on his shoulder. My head and legs
hang down, applying pressure to my damaged back. I want to kick my feet, but
it’s no use. This backbreaker is even more painful than the torture rack. I
helplessly moan and focus on ignoring the pain.
I’m paraded around the ring, powerless to stop him from
showing off his dominance over me. When I won’t submit again, Dick drops to his
knees. The impact shoots through him right into my spine. I cry out then get
dropped to the canvas. I crumple limp to the mat, landing on my right side. The
veteran wrestler reaches over and grabs my shoulder, rolling me onto my back.
He rolls up beside me. Dick arrogantly plants his right shin across my chest. I
blink quickly, only seeing his huge bulge as it rests over my face. He adjusts
his package and I can see he’s pretty hard. I wonder if this is it.
Dick starts to count the pin. “ONE! Junior, I want you to
understand this. I could pin you right now.” I will my shoulder to rise, but it
doesn’t obey.
“TWO! But then you wouldn’t learn anything You’d brag about
how I couldn’t get you to submit.” I desperately try again.
I hear Chuck slapping the canvas and calling for me to get my
ass up, but I’m not really processing what he’s saying.
I do manage to rise before Dick can say three, but not because
of anything I did. Instead, Dick has asserted his dominance, reaching behind my
head and pulling my face right into his bulge at the two-count. He suffocates
me as he pushes my face into his sweaty bulge hard. When he lets go, I collapse
back to the mat.
Fuck, pulled up at the two-count. Not much more humiliating
than that. Dick lowers my head and looks me square in the eye. He comes in
close enough that I can feel his hot breath on my face.
Dick says, “When a man like me tells a boy like you to give,
you fucking do it. Now, we’re gonna try this again and again until you get it.”
The NWL champion leans over me, fucking my face with his
bulge. He rubs it all over, mocking me the entire time. When he's had his fun,
the old man sits back and kneels beside my head. He slaps my face to wake me
up. When my eyes open, I see him smile before he mounts my shoulders, facing my
boots. His ass smothers my nose and mouth as I’m overwhelmed by the smell and
taste of his sweaty musk as it fills me. All I can see is his back, rising up.
I can’t do much other than wonder what he’s got planned for me next. I manage
to slide my hands to the side under his boots, but I’m too weak and he’s too
heavy to move.
In desperation, I manage to swing my legs up, but my broken
abs prevent me from getting anything behind them. Dick easily swats them back
down. I decide to wait for him to start the count, saving my strength to twist
my shoulder up. Instead, he doesn't try for a pin. I guess he really does only
want a submission. As I look up over his ass, I see his back tense then feel a
hard punch to my left pec. It's followed by a hard punch to my right pec. Dick
starts pummeling my chest with powerful fists, savagely beating my pecs into
mush.
Dick stops the punches, but replaces it with a hard pec claw,
grabbing at the side and locking his fingers on tight. I can't help but cry
out. I've managed to hold out against shoulder, ab and back punishment, but I
don't know how much I've got left in the tank.
"Give, junior! This is a man telling you. GIVE!"
"ARGH! NO!"
Okay, I've got more strength than I thought. I steel my will
and keep resisting through the minutes of pec abuse. It's round after round of
punches then claws then back to punches and more claws. I resist it all.
Sweat pours down Dick's back and I suddenly realize how much
effort he's exerted. I've suffered, but he's done all the work. After I refuse
to submit three more times, I hear Eric and Justin telling him to just pin me. Dick
says, “No, I can get him to submit!” They keep arguing, during which Dick does
nothing but continue to sit on me. It’s the longest break I’ve had, but he
finally relents and accepts his teammates direction. Dick starts counting. ONE!
Pause. Before he can even say TWO, I grab his ankles as they rest beside my
head, twisting and pushing up in unison. The NWL star falls off me, shocked
that he didn’t even get the pin.
Dick slaps the mat and screams, "NO! You fucking piece of
shit! I'm gonna fucking break you!"
I hear Chuck shout, "Way to go, kid! Way to hang tough!
Now DO SOMETHING!"
Do something. Great advice. The moment’s rest was long enough
to let me break free, but I can't seem to follow up. I just sit there sucking
air as Dick rises and turns back to me.
"Enough of this shit."
Dick marches up and reaches down to grab my hair. I fire a
fist that hits him in the thigh. I was aiming higher, but that's what I could
manage. It has no effect as I'm dragged to my feet like a rag doll. The ring
veteran bends me forward, shoving my head between his legs. He reaches around
my waist and hoists me up. As I rise and spin, I think, "Oh shit, another
backbreaker? A piledriver?" I'm wrong on both counts, as I'm flipped over until my back
and head are parallel with the mat. Time stands still as I realize, "Oh,
powerbomb. Damn, this is going to hurt." Dick drives us down and I slam
hard on my back. WHOOMP! My body goes limp as he puts all the power he has left
behind the move. My back spasms and I convulse on the mat, confirming my
earlier thought. It does hurt.
Dick kneels between my legs, gathering himself. He finally
slides his arms under my spaghetti legs and positions his shoulders behind my
knees. He forces my legs up until my knees almost touch the mat beside my ears.
Through the two layers of thin spandex, I feel his hard cock at my ass as he
pins me hard. As drops of cold sweat fall from his face onto mine, it wakes me
out of my stupor. I look up at Dick’s red face and realize that he’s tired.
This pin is his acceptance that it’s the best he can hope for. He’s admitting
he can’t get me to submit.
ONE! Pause. I feel excited, knowing he’s not a machine. He’s a
man. A man with limits.
TWO! Pause. I summon my sixth or seventh layer of reserves
(I've lost count) and thrust up and to the left, again toppling him over before
he can say THREE.
SLAP! SLAP! Dick screams, "FUCK! You stupid fucking
punk!"
I softly say, “You know you can’t get me to submit. Now you
can’t even pin me.”
“Fucking shut up!”
The shocked veteran rolls to his feet, while I lie on the mat,
gasping for air with a huge (undeserved) smile on my face. He bounces off the
ring ropes and leaps for a vicious leg drop across my throat. I manage to roll,
leaving him to land hard on his tailbone. CRACK! I make it to the corner, using
the ropes to rise. I sink down, the top rope cutting into my armpits as I look
at Dick rising, still rubbing his ass. I hang in the corner, unable to move, but I can speak.
“Careful old man. Don’t wanna break a hip.”
Dick doesn’t respond. His body is drenched in sweat, his flesh
is red and his face etched with fury. I'm surprised by my resolve, but Dick's
way past surprise, even past pissed. The old man has thrown everything he has
at me, but failed to get me to submit and now failed to pin me. We’ve been at
this for too long. He’s thrown me around, carried me, tortured me, but still I
resist. If I was more awake, I'd be amused that this smart ring veteran
actually willingly aborted his only successful pin. I bet he'd change that
decision now. Arrogant fucker.
The fact is, I won't quit. I don't know how I'm doing it, but
I'm holding on. Still, holding on isn't enough. Eventually. I need to do
something, to use Chuck's words. I've got to mount some offense. My mind races
with all the moves I could execute, but my body isn't cooperating. I'm too
exhausted, battered and bruised to even stand, much less wrestle.
"Okay, you fucking brat. I've had enough of your
crap."
Dick makes
his next move, charging at me in the corner. He's angry, which makes him
careless. He's tired, too, which makes him a lot slower than normal. I raise my
leg, aiming for his face, but I don't have the strength. Instead, my leg gets
only halfway up. Dick can't stop in time. He races into my boot, which connects
right on his big bulge. His eyes go wide as his manhood is crushed against the
hard sole of my boot by his own weight and momentum. My leg bends back from the
force, my knee hitting my chest. Our faces are only inches apart before I
thrust my foot forward, managing to push him back. The ring veteran stumbles
back, falling to the mat, clutching his balls.
I hang there, taking it all in. Dick is on the canvas, kneading
his crotch and swearing. His ass is up in the air, facing me. It looks good. I
want it. I want it. I want it. I will myself to rise, being egged on by Chuck.
I stumble forward towards a rising Dick. When he turns, I dive forward,
delivering a stiff lariat that topples us both down. I had to use my left arm,
but I’m hoping it’s enough. I lie on top of Dick, ready to start the count. The
NWL stud rolls us both over before I even get to one.
Dick
mounts me, pinning my shoulders with his knees. He starts to count, thinking I
can't lift his weight at this stage. He's right. ONE! I'm pinned, but I get my
hands on the sides of his trunks. I yank up, wedging them high up his ass. The
front drops four inches as the fabric pulls his balls back between his legs.
It's all the distraction I need to buck my hips and twist. Dick topples to the
side as I roll away.
I lie in the ring on my back for a second. I need to get to
the ropes to use them to rise, but I'm too slow. Dick is already up, adjusting
his balls to the front, but leaving the trunks wedged up his ass. He's crazy
with rage that I've managed to escape yet another sure pinfall. The experienced
pro moves at me slowly and cautiously, having learned not to be overconfident.
I'm sure his mind is racing, same as mine. We've been at this too long.
“Oh that’s it! You like ball torture? I’m gonna fucking neuter
you, you stupid punk!”
Using a
technique my dad taught me, I eye him, but make it look like I'm not. When he
gets close, he’s making a fist with his right hand and staring at my balls.
Before he can do anything, I roll away. He follows, forgetting about my balls,
instead reaching for my hair to control me. When he’s close and bent over, I suddenly
lift my boots to lock on a head scissors. Good move, but Dick is ready. He
pushes them down with his left hand. Unluckily for him, that wasn't my real move.
While he's focused down, I sit up and grab behind his head. I pull his head
down in a front facelock. At the same time, my other arm moves behind his leg.
With Dick locked up, I use my buddies Mr. Gravity and Old Momentum to roll him
into a small package.
In less than a second, the old man is toppled and pinned under
me. Dick starts kicking while I start slowly counting. ONE! Pause. TWO! Pause.
THREE! Pause. Pause. Dick finally manages to escape, but it's way too late.
I've pinned him! I'm sent rolling away by the force of his kick out. I lie
there gathering myself, unsure if he's going to argue his case.
Chuck is in the ring beside me in seconds, making sure Dick
doesn’t keep going. The ring veteran is looking helplessly at his compatriots,
but all they can do is shrug and confirm that it was a legit three-count. The
veteran slaps the canvas hard, furious at this turn of events. He screams every
swear word you can imagine, but facts are facts. I won. He lost.
Across the ring, a relieved Colt looks at Justin with a wicked
smile. The only NWL winner gulps then reluctantly unties his victim's wrists
and pulls off the makeshift leash. Colt reaches out and grabs Justin's pouch,
squeezing playfully. The barenaked bear doesn't say anything to the shocked
blond stud, but it's clear that some payback is coming. He rolls into the ring
to congratulate me.
In the ring, Chuck helps me onto my feet. I'm still wobbly as
he gives me some water. Fuck, I'm out of gas, can I just go to bed? Chuck slaps
my face, waking my up. He tells me that I need to suck it up. After all,
there's a lot of fun to be had.
Jake's Turn
Dick rolls to his feet and stares me down. I push my long,
sweaty blond hair out of my face. Next thing I feel is Colt moving in and
supporting me on the other side from Chuck. The two beefcakes easily hold my
naked body up while congratulating me. In the opposite corner, the wily
veteran’s face is red with fury. He slams the ropes, pissed at having lost to a
young buck like me.
Chuck says, “Ooh, Dick, I’m gonna like seeing this.” The black
superstud slaps my chest and says, “Fuck him good, kid. You earned it!”
Dick screams, “I fuckin’ had you beat! I fuckin’ had you beat!
Damn it! Let’s go again! Best two outta three!”
I know better than to fall for that trick. I shake my head,
“No, no, no. Deal’s a deal, old man!”
Colt laughs, taunting Dick, “Yeah, yeah, you tell him, kid.
Damn that belt’s gonna look good around this kid’s waist. He’s the fucking NWL
Heavyweight champion now.” Colt kisses me on the lips, thrusting his tongue in
hard. I kiss him back, as his mouth rejuvenates me. The big musclebear lets go
of me and moves to the corner where the belt hangs. Colt grabs it and moves in
behind me. He starts to put it on me, but I tell him to stop.
“I want Dick to put it on me.” Chuck lets out a roar as Dick
turns and kicks the bottom turnbuckle, still swearing up a storm.
When he’s finished his tantrum, he storms up and points a
finger in my face. He says, “Kid, you got no idea how fucking lucky you are!
Don’t fuckin’ push it!”
“You going to honor our deal?”
Dick stares at me for a moment. He reaches out and tears the
belt from Colt’s hand. He moves in behind me and reaches around my waist. I
feel his hot breath on my shoulder as he fastens his title belt around my
waist. Damn, it feels great. Before I even bother with Dick's ass, I saunter
around the ring, savoring the feeling of the belt as it hugs my hips.
Colt and Chuck hop out of the ring, getting ready to watch me
take the champ’s ass. They move over behind Eric and Justin, grabbing hold of
the NWL boys, feeling them up. They push the two studs against the ring apron
and move in behind him, planting their cocks against the losers' asses. We're
in control and the guys know it now.
As I make my victory lap, I hear Dick muttering, “I shoulda
picked Hill. I shoulda fuckin’ picked Hill.”
I walk up to the NWL champ, my chest puffed up. I feel
refreshed, my adrenaline racing in anticipation. I stare into Dick’s eyes. I
slide a finger into the waistband of his trunks and work it along until I hit
the strings. I pull out the white knot and slowly tug on one end, undoing the
knot. I don’t break the stare at all, just letting my fingers open the knot
completely. When I’m done, I bring up my hand and give his face a playful slap.
“Take ‘em off, but leave the boots on. I love fucking a man in
his boots.”
I back off
and watch Dick bend over, peeling down his black trunks. Despite his obvious
anger at the situation, his uncut dick springs to attention, hard as a rock and
standing at attention. I’m impressed by the size and shape. I move in close,
our hard cocks colliding. I reach under Dick's arms and pull him into a tight
bearhug. I crush our bodies together, mashing my cock on top of his. I lean in
and force my lips on his. My tongue powers its way into the veteran's mouth.
Dick relaxes, accepting my control as I hump and kiss him.
I tighten the squeeze until I feel him moan, with puffs of air
leaving his mouth into mine. I loosen my grip and pull my head up. He sags in
my arms, head hanging back. I plunge my mouth onto his neck, ravaging it like I
was Dracula. Dick lets out soft groans as he hangs in my python-like grip. I
find a particularly sensitive spot below his ear. I have to admit that I love
hearing this arrogant dominator whimper helplessly.
I finally release Dick and he staggers on spaghetti legs, lost
in the moment. Our dicks are moist with his pre-cum. His cock is uncontrollably
oozing clear lube in anticipation of what's to come. I force the NWL
Heavyweight champion onto his knees to clean my cock and pubes of his sticky
emission. He stares at the belt
resting right above my cock – his belt. I tell him to keep his eyes open,
because I want him to see the belt and know it’s mine. The old man grumbles,
but when he gets started, Dick knows what he's doing. He gives my crotch an
amazing tongue bath, loving worshipping my manhood and lower torso. It's my
turn to go weak in the knees.
I push him off, asserting control. I'm not having him turn
this around. I lift my boot and lightly kick him onto his back. I move around
to the side and stretch out over his head. I drive my cock into his mouth, face
fucking him at my pace and depth. All he can do is lie there and take it. I
move up and do ten push-ups, lowering myself until I hit the back of his throat
then lifting up slowly. I have to admit, it's all I can do to not shoot my load
into him right now. I stop after ten, my body unable to actually do more than
that after all the abuse I took. I strip off the title belt, wave it in front
of his face then rest it beside his head.
Dick lies there, calmer and obviously into what’s going on. He
looks amazing in his shiny black boots, with his dick standing at attention. I
sit back, knowing we're both ready for more. I roll on top of him, pinning his
shoulders with my shins. My balls sag over his mouth. I order him to clean
them. I groan as he takes my right nut into his mouth, sucking it gently. Fuck,
it feels good. He repeats it with
the other until I stop him. I slide back, lying on his body, until we're eye to
eye.
I kiss him deeply while rubbing my cock against his wet iron
rod. Massive amounts of pre-cum are still oozing out, priming his manhood. I
pump my hips, humping him fast and hard. Dick starts to breathe hard and I know
I've got him. I feel like Chuck and Colt have trained me for this moment. It
doesn't take long before his breathing gets short and his eyes roll back in his
head. I kiss his neck below his ear and it's all over for old Dick.
AUGH! The veteran surrenders his load to me, firing it between
our bodies. He convulses uncontrollably under me as I drain him of his seed.
The puddle builds and builds between as I refuse to stop until he's soft.
"Please ..." Dick actually mutters a soft please as
I molest him. I pull up and look him in the eyes, smirking at my second
victory. He looks at me with a combination of longing and surrender. If my
resilience and my pin didn't win his respect, I've got it now.
I raise an eyebrow. With a cocky smirk, I ask, "Did you
say something?"
"Please."
I lightly slap his face, but don't reply. I sit up and back,
sliding between his legs. Our bodies are sticky and shiny, covered in a mixture
of sweat and his cum. I flip Dick over onto his stomach, positioning his head
on his surrendered belt. I lie on top of him then kiss his neck from behind. He
moans as I part his crack with my dick. I push up then start pumping my cock
into his ass. I try to go slowly, but fuck, after watching Chuck dominate Eric,
Justin take Colt then fighting Dick, my dick is primed and I’ve got no fucking
stamina left. Within a minute of entering Dick’s ass, I’m ready to erupt. My
whole body shakes as I cum, exploding with huge force. My orgasm lasts longer
than the fuck as I keep shooting and shooting. Dick’s ass can’t contain all the
cum as it leaks around my dick.
I collapse on top of Dick’s back, exhausted and drained. I
almost fall asleep as my dick softens and slides out of his hole.
The Round
Robin
With my cock drained and Dick thoroughly fucked, Chuck and
Colt join me in the ring, lifting me off him. I drink more water then Eric and
Justin come into the ring with coffee. Chuck ordered them to hit the vending
machine. It’s gross, but it wakes me up. Whoa. I realize that there are more
stakes to be had. The thought of fucking Eric powers my cock up again. It’s
good to be 22. Eric is perfect – naked, except for boots. I order Justin to
follow suit then help Dick to his feet. When that’s done, all three stand
there, heads hanging in shame, but their cocks are powered up in eager anticipation.
I make the three NWL studs kneel in a row in the ring. We
tower over them, each with our original opponent's belts on. They each get a
turn polishing our cocks before I take command, ordering Eric and Justin to
rise.
I walk up
between Eric and Justin, placing a hand on each of their chests. My hands slide
down their hard torsos, feeling them up. I roughly grab their cocks, slowly
jerking their steel rods. They stay silent at attention, trying not to react. I
kneel slightly to cup their balls, feeling the weight and lightly squeezing.
Eric twists a bit, but Justin keeps still. Very nice, I tell them. I move
around behind the two studs. I grab their asses, squeezing them hard as I feel
the flesh. I slide a finger between their cheeks simultaneously until I'm at
their holes. I see Justin bite his bottom lip as I massage with my fingertip.
"Bend over and touch your toes, boys." I order them.
They comply and I have a much better view of their asses. I slowly slide a
finger inside them. "Nice. Only question is, who to fuck first?"
I'm still high off my surprise comeback victory over Dick, so
I'm in dominance mode. Chuck and Colt seem to be enjoying it, watching me
inspect the troops. I finger fuck the bent over studs until I hear Eric let out
a moan. "Ohhh, UNH."
"And I have a volunteer."
I stop and pull out, slapping their asses hard then ordering
them to rise. I circle around Eric and grab his hair. I kiss him hard, making
sure he knows that I'm in control. I realize that, like Colt, he's actually more
of a bottom, because he moans in my mouth, giving into my power immediately.
His fully erect manhood indicates just how much he likes it.
When I
start fucking Eric, Chuck grabs Justin and Colt mounts Dick. While it starts
orderly, you can't put six naked, horny wrestlers into a ring and not have it
become chaos. It doesn't take long before it becomes a crazy orgy of unending
sex. Before we're done, I swear that every cock makes it into every mouth and
ass, even Chuck’s. It’s one-on-one, two-on-one and even three-on-one, when Chuck
and Justin double Colt while Dick sucks him off. Justin and I tag team Eric,
using the long bull rope for all kinds of things. Winners and losers become
irrelevant as we just give into the blur of beef. We’re barely more than wild
animals in the ring. You name it, it fucking happens.
Hours later, all six of us have collapsed after the craziest
and best night of my life. I've never been so drained or so euphoric.
Time to Go
It's 5:30am and I can barely move. Eric's head rests on my
stomach as I play with his hair. My legs are draped over Dick's chest as he
caresses them. In the tangle of bodies, I don't even notice Chuck has
disappeared until he comes back, carrying buckets and brushes. He announces
that all good things must come to an end. Chuck orders the NWL guys to start cleaning up. Colt, Chuck
and I take seats outside the ring, relaxing and making out as they work. It's
both hilarious and hot to see the NWL studs on their knees, cleaning sweat and
cum off our ring. When they're done, we inspect their work to make sure there's
no evidence before dragging them to the showers.
Thanks to the break, our juices are flowing again. As we get
washed up, we go one more round with the NWL boys. It's 6:15am and we all need
to head out, but hours of sex has brought us closer. Colt, Chuck and I talk it
over while we're getting dressed. We give the NWL boys back their belts, much
to their relief. We have a last makeout session as we kiss goodbye, ending on
very friendly terms.
It's 6:45am and we're cutting it close. As we walk outside, we
run into a pair of hot jobbers coming to open the place up and work out. I want
to laugh as Danny and Rex just look the six of us up and down. They're
obviously confused, but they don't say anything to us, other than a respectful
nod. As they enter the arena, I see them look back one more time, as if to
confirm that they actually saw three NWL champs coming out of the AWL arena.
When they're inside, Dick asks Chuck, "Shit, those boys
were smoking. They like to play?" Chuck shakes his head. Dick frowns,
"Too fucking bad. The things I could do to them …"
After we send the NWL stars on their way back to their hotel,
Colt asks, "Where are they based?"
Chuck responds, "Atlanta."
Colt thinks then asks, "Aren't we in Atlanta in
March?"
Chuck says, "Oh yeah."
With a smile, I declare, "Dibs on Eric."
The End
The End
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