WHACK!
“WHOA! UH OH!”
SWOOSH!
“FUCK! OH! EEK!”
BOP! BOING! WHIFF!
“HUH? NO!”
SQUISH! “YIPE! UH!”
“WHAT?” SCREECH!
“AH!” CRACK! SPLAT!
“UNH! OH! FUH - UH - CK! UNH! UNH!”
Oh god. The pain! Did that just happen? It must have, because my balls are killing me! I’m lying in the ring with my ass up and head down after a face plant that followed … well, I can’t even describe what happened. I’m massaging my balls, which are killing me. I’m crying, but I hear hysterical laughing from outside the ring. I slowly move to my knees, still cupping my aching balls. My face is red with anger and embarrassment.
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| Me. Tommy. I'm in pain here. |
“What the … UNH! … what the fuck are you laughing at, Camp?”
Camp points at me, “HA HA HA! Dude, c’mon. HA HA HA! That was fucking … oh god, gotta catch my breath. HA HA HA! That was fucking hilarious. Hoo boy.”
“It fucking hurt! I’m suffering!” I rub my balls as I stand up. I slow walk around the ring, trying to shake it off. I’m hunched over like an old man as I waddle around the ring. “Oh fuck. I might need a doctor.”
“BWA HA HA HA! Stop, stop, or I’ll piss my pants, Tommy.”
I’m angry, my eyes still watering from the impact. I warn him, “Shut up Camp!” Camp’s full name is Campbell. Yeah, he should just be ‘Cam’ but the story is that the other kids didn’t know the ‘p’ was silent and ‘Camp’ just stuck. “Stop laughing! It’s not funny!”
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| Camp/Campbell. |
“CAMP! SHUT UP! I know what happened.”
“And then - and then … oh my god … you lifted your leg up … WHY? To do what?”
I growl, “I was aiming to put my boot on the middle turnbuckle to stop and steady myself.”
“You fucking misjudged that! Your boot sailed over the middle turnbuckle."
"I KNOW!"
Camp grabs his bulge in his red shorts, "The ‘squishing’ sound when you hit your balls on turnbuckle made MY junk hurt!” He starts laughing too hard again. He needs to pause. A few breaths and he’s back at it, detailing my humiliation and pain. “And then you pull back, catch your boot on the middle rope, flip around on one foot, arms flailing, land on your face. Doink! All while holding your crotch and crying like a baby. Oh my god. Insane.”
I glare at him, but he’s lost it again.
When Camp finally gets control again, his eyes are watering. He waves me off, “Fuck off with the death stare, Tommy. If that happened to anyone else, you’d be laughing your ass off, too. It was like some crazy physical comedy routine: ‘Man hits balls with turnbuckle.’ But it was real! You really did that! I can’t wait to watch the video again. It was like a fucking cartoon.”
Oh crap. That’s right. Lee records all our practices. “The camera’s still on?” He nods. I order, “Erase it!”
We’re the only two here. All the other guys went out for drinks at Dusty’s, a local bar. I stayed to practice alone, exactly for this reason. I’m not comfortable in the ring, yet. Camp stuck around, cleaning up. Oh, and I should explain that Lee is the guy who runs Arizona Wrestling Extreme, a tiny little league located just outside of Tucson. This rundown warehouse is our practice facility, and where Lee lives.
My husband Mauro is a wrestler for AWE. The Mountain. He’s big (6’5”/300-lbs), strong, and handsome. We’re getting a late start in pro wrestling, he’s 30 and I’m 33, but Ben, the guy who’s working with us to promote AWE thinks Mau has a real chance to be a star. Me, on the other hand? I’m just doing this so we can hang out together. I’m playing Mau’s manager. I want to be his tag partner, but the moves are coming slow. That’s why I’m doing extra (and supposed to be private) practice time.
I just need to be half-decent. AWE doesn’t exactly have the highest quality talent. I’m short (5’6”) - what they call a fireplug. Too short to make the real big boys like the WWL or AWL as anything other than a local jobber or maybe Mau’s manager. My height makes him look like a 7-footer. I’m built right for pro wrestling, 170-lbs, broad shoulders, v-shaped torso, solid, lots of muscles. I’ve played with bodybuilding, but hate suffering to get to competition class.
I point at Camp, “Did you hear me? Erase it!”
The ref shakes his head, “Are you kidding? Don’t you want to show Mau? Lee will love it. And Ben? I bet he can get everyone sharing it. You’re gonna be a star, dude. Botch Shots is gonna love it. You’ll be ‘botch bitch of the week’ for sure. They’ll get ten million views for this one. AWE will be on the map.”
“Just fuck off. I’ll do it myself.” I move over to the camera set up. It’s connected to the computer. I look at the buttons. I just need to erase the last five minutes. Hm, no button for that. No erase button at all. I could stop it, but it’s too late for that. Fuck me. I build houses. I don’t sit on a computer all day. I demand, “Show me how this works.”
“No way. I don’t have a death wish. Lee will kill you if you mess it up. That’s everything for tonight. Make one mistake and it all goes poof.”
I growl, “I know that. That’s why I need you to help me. You can delete the last few minutes. I know you can.”
Camp grins, “You’re right, I can. But I’m not going to. It’s too funny to lose.”
I might be short, but Camp is no giant. He’s only a few inches taller at 5’9” and he’s muscular, but lighter than me at 160-lbs. While I’m not a great wrestler, he’s not a wrestler at all. He’s 28, runs my favorite breakfast-lunch place, and is happy just being the ref and staying out of the action. I bet that I could take him.
I threaten, “What if I make you do it?”
Camp bursts out laughing again, “Dude! You just LOST to an EMPTY ring. I’ll take my chances.”
My face turns red. “At least I’m trying. You’re too afraid to even do that. Hiding out as ‘the referee’ while the rest of us put ourselves out there.” Camp frowns, not liking that. “Yeah, it’s easy to laugh at someone else. Face it, I might be a screw up, but you’re a coward.”
“Take that back, Tommy. I’m just having fun. Don’t make this into something personal.”
“You’re laughing your ass off at me. How the fuck is that not personal?”
“I would laugh at anyone who did that. So would you. Now, just take the ‘L’ and move on.”
“How about you take an ‘L’? Get in the ring. When I win, you erase my accident.”
“Seriously?” I nod. Camp asks, “And if I win?”
“What do you want?”
A smirk, “You know what I want, sexy.”
“Don’t call me that. Only Mau calls me ‘sexy’.” Campbell laughs that off. I have to agree to his terms. I confirm, “Stakes? That’s what it’ll take to get you to help me?” He nods. I’ve got no choice. “Okay, deal.”
BACK IN THE RING.
Okay, I can do this. I put on fresh white trunks over a white jock. White boots. White wrist tape is on tight. I’ve done some push-ups and squats to pump up. I’m still warmed up from practice. And my balls have settled down. I look like a wrestler. I act like a wrestler. I’m a wrestler. No more stupid or careless mistakes. Just do the basics and it should be enough against a ref.
Fuck, what is Campbell doing? I’m ready to go right now. He finished changing into some black gear - bike shorts, boots, and tape, but he’s on his stupid phone.
“C’mon, dude. I want to join Mau and the gang at Dusty’s.”
Camp puts down his phone. He has a mischievous grin, “Dude, you’re going nowhere until I’m done with you. I’m gonna beat you like I’m a turnbuckle and you’re your balls.”
“Ha fucking ha. It’s a lot different up here. Being a ref doesn’t prepare you for getting slammed, stretched, and submitted.” I flex my arms, “And it doesn’t prepare you for this.”
Camp laughs, “Big talk.” He slides into the ring. He flexes back at me, “You’re not the only guy who works out, man. Look at these guns, buddy.” The ref does look good. But I can take him. “Yeah, you like that? You wanna just worship me? Even you probably can’t hurt yourself too badly doing that.”
“Fuck, you’re being an asshole tonight.”
“Only because you’re being a whiny baby who needs to learn to laugh at himself.”
We could go at each other forever, but instead, I move toward him, arms up. We lock up in a traditional collar and elbow. It’s one of the first moves we learn. Camp knows it, too. We push against each other. I’m feeling him out. He’s strong. But he’s not as strong as me. When we’re lined up right, I push hard. I overpower him into the corner. CLANG! He hits hard on his back.
I lift my hands in the air. Clean break. I back up slowly, watching to make sure he doesn’t try anything. He doesn’t. Smart guy, because I was ready for it. I bounce, excited to get this going. Now, the muscular ref knows what he’s up against. Campbell steps out. He twists and moves, working out his back. I lift my arms again for another lock up. He accepts.
Camp is solid. And sexy. We grunt and strain. I play with him before I twist suddenly, locking on a side headlock. Yes! I did that perfectly. I wish Mau was here to see me. He’d be proud of how I’m moving. I walk the younger muscleman around the ring. He groans. Suddenly, a forearm hits me in the back. THUD! He’s fighting back. THUD! THUD! Camp pulls his head free.
I turn around. He’s up in the air. What? His boots hit me in the face. WHACK! The dropkick flattens me. SPLAT! I roll onto my side and test my jaw. Fuck! Where’d he learn to do that? Camp lifts my right boot and steps over me. He puts me into a single leg crab. Fuck! I pound the canvas as he sits down in the hold. My back tightens up as it’s bent the wrong way. Fuck!
The muscleman laughs, “What? Did you think you’re the only one learning? Ben’s been on me to wrestle since the first time he met me. Gave me a program to follow. I’ve been training every afternoon after the restaurant closes for weeks.”
“Fuck!”
“How’re those balls feeling?” Camp pats them in my white trunks. TAP! TAP! TAP!
“AH! You fucker!”
“Re-fucking-lax, Tommy. I just tapped them. Still tender, I guess?”
“LEAVE MY FUCKING BALLS ALONE!”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry, it’s not your balls I’m interested in. It’s your sweet ass. Every guy wants it, you know. So big and juicy. Fuck, I get hard just seeing it. They’re just too afraid of your ginormous husband to go after it. But now, I’ve got my shot. Fair and square. Wanna make this easy? Give up and gimme what I want?”
“To this? Fuck NO!”
I plant my hands and push up while kicking my leg. I do have a great ass, built by doing killer leg work. I send Camp flying off me, breaking the crab and freeing my leg. I scramble up and turn around. He doesn’t try anything. I rise to face him. He’s a smirking asshole. Yeah, he suckered me in. So, he’s more than a ref. But I’m still gonna kick his ass.
We move in for another lockup. This time, though, I dive low. He isn’t expecting it. I grab his leg and trip him to the canvas. SPLAT! I roll him over into a single leg crab. I overpower him, bringing his boot so far back it almost reaches his shoulder. When he screams in pain, I know I’ve done it right. I admire my pecs and biceps as I lean back, making him feel it.
Camp is moaning a lot more than I did. He’s pounding the canvas. I squat up and down. He whimpers. Fuck, I’m a fireplug powerhouse. This is what should be filmed and shown to May and Lee. This is what Ben should share. Yeah, I’m gonna show this ref who’s boss. Maybe I’ll fuck him while he deletes the video of my mistake. I pat his balls. TAP! TAP! TAP!
“How do you like it, Camp? Maybe I should show you how smashed balls feel! I can laugh my ass off seeing you cry.”
Instead of answering me, he just groans in pain like a bitch. I smile. My cock swells up. I love dominating this muscleman. Camp isn’t giving, which is both bad and good. Yeah, I would love to humiliate him with a quick win, but I’m also feeling confident. I know more moves. If I can do them all as good as this one, I can prove I’m ready to join my husband in the ring.
Okay, I did a pretty good job with this hold. I decide not to let him counter like I did. I stand up. He moans as the pain eases up. Camp starts to squirm, but I have other plans. I hold his ankle tight. Still straddling him, I lift his boot up higher than my head. I drive his knee down onto the canvas. WHACK! ARGH! The ref flops around under me as I step away. Yeah, that hurt.
I turn around to see him rising up. Camp’s on one foot. I dive in again, clipping his good leg out. WHAM! WHOA! SPLAT! The ref lands hard on his back. I’m up fast. I turn and jump, coming down with a huge elbow drop on his chest. WHOMP! OOF! I’m on fire! I jump up and come down with a big splash. SPLAT! OOF! I might be small, but my body’s like fucking concrete.
As I rise, I grab Camp by the wrist. I run back, pulling him up to his feet like he weighs nothing. I did it fast so he’d come at me with some speed. He stumbles toward me. I grip his lower neck and the inside of his thigh. I use his momentum and power him up overhead. 160-lbs isn’t too much weight, but people are trickier than barbells. I hold him over my head in a gorilla press.
“How’s the view up there, ref?”
I can’t hold him forever. I throw him up and let him crash to the ring. BOOM! YES! I jump around, pumping my fists. Wow, this feels amazing. Camp is rolling around on the canvas. Yeah, that’s what a wrestler can do! That’s what I can do! The musclestud ref starts to rise up. I grab him by the hair. He punches my gut, but I flex my abs and it bounces off. POW! HA! Concrete.
I pull his face into my abs and smear his face all over my six-pack. I’m already getting sweaty, so he can lick it up. Yeah, get a taste of me, ref. Camp grunts. He pushes against my rock solid body. I lose my grip and he flies back. He gets up fast and scrambles around. I charge in with a big shoulder block. WHOMP! He flies back three feet, landing on his butt. PLOP! I flex.
“How’s the view down there, ref? You’re getting the full tour!”
Camp spins and smoothly rolls up to his feet facing me. He growls, “Fuck off, Tommy. It’s too early to start showing off. I’m just warming up.”
“Yeah? Then let’s go!”
I move in for a lockup. Camp tries a surprise gut kick, but I catch his boot. I whip it to the side. He spins, exposing his back to me. I grab him around the waist, squat, lift, and throw him backward with a belly-to-back suplex. BOOM! He hits on the back of his head, neck, and shoulders. I roll over onto one knee as he moves onto his side, holding his neck.
I rise up and stand over him. I do a crotch chop as I thrust my hips forward, “Suck it! WOO!” I force Camp up to his feet by his hair. I’m owning the ref. Damn, I didn’t know I was this good! I turn us around, lean into him and lift his across my shoulders in a torture rack. The musclestud cries out in pain. I get him in position, just like Mau taught me. His moaning tells me it’s good.
This is only the second time I’ve gotten a real person across my shoulders. I’ve been in a rack plenty of times with my husband and in practice, but guys haven’t let me do it to them. I’ve had to settle for wrestling dummies and heavy bags. Got to say, it feels sweet. Camp doesn’t think so. I hear it in his screams and grunts, and I also know how he’s feeling. It hurts like a bitch.
“Give up, Camp. I’m not trying to hurt you! Make it easy on yourself!”
“Fuck off!”
I start in on squats. That only increases the pain. He cries out. I go down again, but suddenly, his arm swings and clubs me in the face. WHACK! UNH! I stumble, trying to stand but he’s kicking and struggling. I lose the rack. He drops to the canvas behind me and I stumble forward, shaking out my head. Motherfucker! Is that legal? Yeah, I know it is, but I’m pissed.
I turn around, right into a diving spear. THUD! OOF! We fly back against the ropes. I stretch my arms out, holding on tight. It’s the only reason we don’t go through and fall to the floor. Camp bounces backward. I use the rope tension to shoot off, running at him fast. He dodges and I sail past. I hit the opposite ropes. I ricochet off and run into his big boot. THUD! OOF! I bend forward, coughing.
Campbell grabs my shaved head and pulls me forward. His legs tighten up against my ears, his muscular legs flexing against my head. I grunt from the pressure of his standing head scissors.I grab his thighs. He reaches out and pulls up on the back waistband of my trunks. NO! Camp pulls up hard, wedging the trunks up my crack, exposing my ass and the straps of my jock.
“Yeah, that’s what the fans want to see! You want on the next show, promise to let your opponent do this to you, Tommy.”
I growl, “Fuck you!”
I stand up suddenly, flipping him over with a back body drop. He lands on his back behind me. WHAM! I drop back, driving my ass into his meaty pecs. PLOP! OOF! I grab Camp by the hair and pull his face up into my sweaty crotch. “Yeah, give that a sniff, big mouth!” I roll to the side and lock him in a head scissors. “Let’s see how you like it!” I flex my legs. He cries out in pain.
“You’re bragging on my ass, telling me how hot it is? Now, you’re feeling the real power of leg day.” Camp’s hands rub my back and bare butt, looking for some kind of opening. I taunt him, “Yeah, feel me up. That’s as close as you’re ever gonna get to owning my ass!”
I roll onto my back while simultaneously lifting my legs into the air. My ankles are crossed and I don’t let go. Camp is forced to scramble to move with me or get his neck wrenched. I bring my legs over in a windshield wipers move. I do this all the time for my obliques, which are tight. Not usually dragging 160-lbs of asshole with me, but I like it. I flex my legs. More screams.
I stretch my body out. The pressure has his head redder than a tomato. He won’t give, but I don’t care. I’m having fun. I feel so fucking powerful! I open my legs and roll away. Camp rolls onto his stomach. He props himself up on his elbows, shaking his head out. Yeah, tough to think when your brain’s been crushed. Too bad, because I got more to do to win this match.
Camp doesn’t see me move to his legs. Looking up his body, I grab his ankles and lift them up high. I step forward straddling his hips. I lock his ankles in my armpits, getting him in like a reverse crab. He tries to look back, but I keep him on his chest. I bend forward, folding his back. The muscle stud grunts. I could punish him in a reverse crab, but I got something better.
I smack his sides. CHOP! Camp instinctively reaches back, letting me grab his wrists tightly. HUH? Yeah, he’s confused. I taunt, “Ben’s lessons didn’t teach you about the tear drop?” I stand up to my full 5’6” height. Since he’s short, too, it’s enough to get him hanging by his shoulders and legs. His hips and stomach dip low, putting a lot of pressure on his back.
Mau’s put me in this hold when he’s been trying new things. With him being 6’5”, I really hang off the floor. Camp’s only an inch off the canvas, but it’s enough to make him cry and moan. I move back-and-forth, getting him swinging. I might just get him with this one. “Gonna give?” NO! I keep him up, punishing him hard. He’s starting to weaken, not talking. Not saying ‘no’.
Camp doesn’t say he gives, either. I swing him harder. Big mistake. On the swing out, he pulls on his arms and his wrists slip from my hands. The musclestud’s chest and face hit the canvas. SMACK! I still have kind of a reverse crab, but I don’t think it’s gonna be enough. I let go of his legs. As Camp squirms and slithers to get away from me, I admire his sexy butt shaking.
I casually move around to lean against the ropes in front of him. He still has a few feet to slither until he reaches me. I just wait. He looks up at me and I rub my bulge. “You know, ‘ref’, one of my favorite things is when one guy has to climb up the other guy’s body to get to his feet. Hurry up and I’ll let you do that.” Camp pushes himself up onto hands and knees. “Good boy.”
The muscle stud crawls to me. Camp’s head is hanging down. He puts his left hand on my boot. Oh fuck, this is really happening. I have to move my cock from pointing down to the side. Fuck, yes. He slides his right hand up the leather. I push off the ropes and stand tall with my hands on my hips. When his right hand gets to my knee, he holds it and breathes in deep.
I reach down and grab his hair. I force him to look at me, “You should’ve known a ref can’t beat a wrestler, Camp. After you erase my stumble, I’ll fuck you as a reward.”
“You know what’s great about refs, Tommy?”
I let go of his hair and strike a double bicep pose, “Yeah, you get the best seat in the house to watch studs like me in action.”
The ref laughs, “No. It’s knowing that if they’re not around, you can get away with anything.”
Suddenly, Camp swings his left arm up between my legs for a vicious low blow. SQUISH! URK! I feel like my balls went back up into my body. I see stars as my arms drop. My hands go to my crotch. I bend forward, gasping for breath. Camp whispers in my ear, “Sorry, but this is pro wrestling, Tommy. No ref? No rules.” He grabs behind my head and pulls me into a deep kiss.
The cheating motherfucker plants one boot. He grabs my butt between my legs and stands up, stopping me across his chest. He lifts and adjusts his hold. Fuck, my eyes are watering again. Camp carries me around the ring. He stops in the middle then drops me across his leg in an over-the-knee backbreaker. KRAKT! UNH! Fuck, that hurt! Like a lot. I hang limp on his leg.
Camp feels me up, his right hand rubbing my stretched out abs and pecs and his left caresses my legs. He says, “You got moves. More than I expected, but now, it’s my turn.” I twist and turn, trying to roll myself off his leg, but he blocks me. Camp brings his left elbow down into my abs. WHOMP! OOF! I convulse, crunching up, but he palms my face and roughly pushes me back down into position.
“Not yet, Tommy. I know you’re hurting, but this is my rest hold.” Camp goes back to feeling me up, “God, you have one helluva body. And now, it’s all mine.”
I scream out, “Fuck you!”
“You got that backwards, but it’s cool.”
Camp finally pushes me off his leg. I roll onto my stomach. My back is seizing up from hanging on his leg so long. Fuck. He plants his black boot on the small of my back. He steps over me like I’m his doormat. Fuck no! I push up to hands and knees. The muscle stud jumps up and comes down on me with a splash. BAM! SPLAT! I’m flattened again. He rolls off me.
I try to rise again. Camp grabs me around the waist, pulling me up into a reverse bearhug. UNH! I struggle. The fucking cheater shakes me back-and-forth. WHOA! WHA! UNH! I get dizzy. With every gasping breath he’s been able to tighten his hold. Fuck, I never thought of him as a bearhug guy, but this shit is tight. Damn, he’s got it in the perfect spot, right below my ribs.
My midsection collapses against his squeeze. I try to pry his arms apart, but I can’t. I wildly swing my elbows back, but my shoulders are so wide that I can’t hit him anywhere that would really hurt him. My head hangs down as I gasp. Wait. No ref. No rules. As I pull on his arms, I lift my white leather boot and drive it down on his right foot. STOMP! AH! I escape.
I take two steps forward then donkey kick back with my right foot, hoping to hit bulge. No ref, no rules. Unfortunately, Camp is ready. He grabs my boot and kicks at my left. The muscle stud trips me down face-first. SPLAT! I’m momentarily stunned. Camp grabs my left boot and lifts it up. He crosses my legs over his, steps over, and locks me in a sharpshooter. ARGH! I cry out as he targets my back again!
Camp lets me know that it’s a deliberate strategy. “You did good, Tommy, but you went after my head, leg, and back. Ben explained it to me. He said, ‘tell a story’. What he meant was target one area. See, I’m working your core. I knew the opening single leg crab wouldn’t get you, but it set up the stuff I’m doing now. Every move, your back is hurting a little more, isn’t it?”
“Fuck you!”
“Still getting that one wrong, but it’s cool. Look, I can hear it in your voice. Wanna give?”
I grunt and then strongly answer, “NEVER!”
The ref just laughs. He sits down and bounces. OH FUCK! Camp is right. My backs is seizing up. Screaming. But I’m tough. I have a high pain tolerance. And I can counter this. Just a few minutes ago, he could barely move. Now, he’s on top. I can do the same thing. I can flip this match around. I plant my hands and push up. I kick my legs. Gotta put all I can into it!
Camp fights me. I fight back. I roar and he moves. The muscle stud loses. He flies forward off me. I collapse on the canvas. C’mon body. Get moving. I push up to my hands and knees. I hear his boots. I see him out of the corner of my eye. Oh shit. He’s up in the air. He comes down with a knee drop to the small of my back. WHACK! SPLAT! OOF! I’m down again.
As he kneels on me, the ref rubs my shaved head, “Another thing Ben taught me is not to stand around and let your opponent recover. Yeah, I’d love to see you all weak, climbing up my body, but neither one of us is good enough to do that shit. Maybe Lee or Mau can pull it off, but not us.”
I groan. Somehow, his words deflate me more than his knee in my back. He’s right. I got way too cocky. Camp stands up. He drives his boots into my back. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I bounce with every one. I try to slide away, but the boots come in fast. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The muscle stud steps across my waist as I try to pull myself forward.
Camp sits on my back, driving his butt down hard. OOF! I plant my hands to push myself up, but the muscleman grabs under my raised elbows. He pulls up and leans back, forcing my arms over his knees. ARGH! He locks me in a camel clutch with his hands under my chin. I groan as my aching back seizes up. Camp’s being real casual about the hold, not tearing me up. Not submitting me. He kisses my shaved head. SMOOCH!
“You did good, Tommy. We both did. But now, it’s time to move to stakes.”
“NO!”
I fight to escape, but he’s got me. The hold is uncomfortable, but not deadly. Not yet, anyway. Camp knows that he’s got me trapped. If there’s a counter beyond power, I haven’t learned it. Fuck! The muscleman moves my head to the left. He blows in my ear. I convulse. He does it again. I whine, “Stop!” I shake my head, trying to pull it free. Camp swats my head. SMACK!
“I love the camel clutch, don’t you? You’re so hot and helpless.”
Camp slides a finger to my lips. He pushes in. I accept it and suck. I’m tempted to bite down as a warning, but I don’t. I lick his sweaty digit before sucking on it like a pacifier. He laughs. “Just give up.” I shake my head, holding his finger in my mouth. “Okay. I can have fun with you like this, too.” He pulls his finger free then puts it in my ear. I squirm as he gives me a wet willy, trying to move my head away.
“How about your nipples? Are they sensitive?”
I blurt out, “NO!”
The ref laughs at my reaction, “Ooh, that much?”
Camp leans back and pulls my head with one hand under my chin, bending me more. I moan in pain. I’m looking at the ceiling, but I close my eyes. Okay, this camel just got real. I flinch as I feel his free hand slither onto my pec. No, no, no. Bent back as far as I am, my meaty pecs are standing out. My nipple is within reach. He finds it by touch. I try not to moan, but I do. OHHH!
The merciless muscleman rubs my nipple softly. I gasp. Under me, my cock starts to grow, even though it’s being crushed into the canvas. Camp licks my head as he toys with my chest. When he pinches my nipple, I cry out, “FUCK!” His tongue goes in my ear as he erotically tortures me. Oh fuck, I should just give. End this. Get fucked. NO! I won’t give until I have to.
Camp slides his hand up, putting both under my chin. He forces a finger into each side of my lips. He pulls on the fish hook, stretching my mouth out wide. The muscle stud leans back. I scream in pain. I whimper as I fight to hold on. The pain is intense as he pulls harder. My chest is high and my eyes are looking back now. I make fists, but who am I kidding? I’m not escaping this hold or getting fucked.
The fucking ref wins.
I cry out, “GIVE! GIVE! GIVE!”
Camp lets up, slowly easing me forward. He moves with me, gently laying me face down on the canvas. I sigh and just lie here, unmoving. Camp slides off me. He pats my bare ass, my white trunks still wedged up there tightly. When my muscular butt cheeks get a hold of something, they don’t let it go easily. I feel him fondle my butt, so I instinctively flex.
The muscle stud kisses my butt. He works his way up my spine all the way to my head. As he moves, his hands massage my sides then my shoulders. It feels good. Now that he’s won, Camp is being Mr. Nice Guy. He whispers, “I’ll get us some water while you stretch out.”
STAKES.
“Good match, Tommy.”
I’m salty and not interested in being mocked any more tonight. I growl, “Yeah, yeah, go ahead. Rub it in. I was a cocky idiot. You had a strategy. You made me submit like a bitch. I’m a loser. Ha fucking ha.”
Campbell shakes his head, “No, it’s not like that. I mean it. You surprised me. It’s like something clicked for you tonight. That was some good wrestling.”
I think he’s serious, but I have to ask, “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, of course I am. Your problem was strategy, but that’s probably because you’ve been entirely focused on learning the moves. Once you start wrestling more real matches, you’ll get it. I’m sure you learned something today. I think you’re ready for AWE now.”
“Oh. Okay. Thanks. So, does that mean you’ll help me out?”
Camp laughs, “What? No, I’m not letting you out of our deal. I’m not erasing any video. I AM going to fuck you. You have a gorgeous ass. I want it and I won it. Get naked, stud.”
I sigh, “Yeah, okay.”
I pull my trunks down to my knees. I grab the ropes with one hand for balance as I lift a leg and work the sweaty spandex over my left boot. Campbell stands behind me. He lets out a wolf whistle, checking out my bare ass. I step out of the right leg hole. I bend over to pick up my and feel his finger against my hole. When I stand up, I flex my cheeks, squeezing his finger.
“Damn, Tommy, your ass is strong. You gonna clamp down on my cock this tight?”
“You know it, Camp. Better be careful. My glutes have crushed a few cocks into submission.”
The ref laughs, “Don’t worry about my dick. You already got me hard as steel.”
I turn to look. Yep, he’s rock hard. His uncut cock is like mine, an inch above average length and thick. Even though he felt me up during the match, Camp rubs my torso, checking me out again. He’s impressed, nodding and whistling every time he gets to a new muscle group. I’m still mad at him and wanna kick his ass, but I’m glad he stopped being an asshole.
I ask, “Am I sucking or you just wanna get to it?”
“I’d love a blowjob, but I don’t wanna take any edge off. Get down, ass up.”
I follow instructions, getting to hands and knees then lowering my face to the canvas. I reach back and pull my cheeks apart. Camp whistles again, “Finally. The holy grail of butts and I’m the guy who gets it.” Wow. The musclestud has it bad for my ass. Sounds like a few guys do. Damn, I never knew. I wonder if my husband is aware that I'm AWE’s resident fantasy fuck and he's a giant cockblock? I can't wait to tell him. I know he'll laugh his ass off.
Camp’s face slides in. His hands replace mine, keeping by cheeks open. I can feel his hot breath hitting my hole. Oh man, he’s gonna eat me out. I love that. When his tongue flicks my knot, I whimper. He dives in and my eyes roll back in my head. I encourage him, “Oh fuck, Camp. You’re fucking driving me crazy!” He goes at it even more. I moan and beg for more "Oh, fuck yeah, claim your prize, stud. Get me wet for your big fat cock."
I’m quivering as his tongue owns my hole. He adds in his index finger, rubbing my knot before pushing inside me. Fuck. Camp blows on my hole as his finger slowly goes deeper. My mind is reeling. I become a slutty whore whenever anyone does foreplay on my ass. I back my ass up to take more of his finger. Camp laughs, “Wow, you’re a hungry bitch.” I moan in agreement.
Camp slides in to the knuckle. He works me good, finding my bitch button. I cry out “Oh fuck! YES!” He slides a second finger in, opening me up more. I’m rocking into his finger fuck, taking all I can. Camp lets go of my left cheek, letting my butt close up on his hand. He keeps pumping. When he’s in deep, I flex on him to hold his fingers deep inside me. Damn, that’s it. Unable to move his hand, he wiggles them I moan with satisfaction.
The ref orders, “Okay, relax. I’m jerking my dick here. You need lube?” I shake my head, begging him to just go already. I ease up and he withdraws his hand. Camp grabs my hips to spread my cheeks and lines up. He plows his thick cock in. I let out a long groan, “OHHHHHHHHHH! YES!” The muscle stud laughs as he starts pounding my hole. I keep telling him to go harder.
My cock is leaking under me. I pound the canvas with my fists, demanding he wreck my hole. I handle my magnificent monster of a husband. I sure as fuck can handle anything the ref dishes out. Camp drives in, finally hammering my hole with all he’s got. I push back against his rhythm, slamming my butt into his pelvis. The muscle stud is the one whimpering now.
I flex my hole around his cock. Camp cries out, “OH!” He leans forward, pressing his hands down on my back. My butt cheeks close up and he’s gasping. I rhythmically flex my ass in time with his pumping. He digs his fingers into my muscular back, “Damn, Tommy! You’re - UNH! you’re - UNH! OH GOD!” He’s trying to say that I’m milking him and I am. I’m taking his load from him, he’s not giving it to me.
Camp is crying over me. He’s still thrusting deep in my hole. He warns me that he’s gonna cum. He says, “You’re making - UNH - you’re making me - UNH! CUMMM!” Yep, the muscle stud explodes, giving up his load. I clamp my ass down on him and rock into him to milk every last drop from his cock. Camp collapses forward, lying on my back. I relax and release his soft dick.
“Fuck, Tommy, you do not disappoint. That was fucking everything.”
“Thanks, man.”
I stretch out to lie flat on my stomach. Camp rolls off me onto his back. He says, “Did you cum? Want me to finish you off?”
“No, I’m saving it for Mau.”
Camp nods. He rolls to his feet then plants his black boot on my ass. He flexes, telling me, “I saw, I conquered, I came. Man, anytime you’re up for a round two, let me know.”
I relax under his boot, letting him enjoy his victory.
THE AUDIENCE.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
I look up to see my husband and Lee standing at the doorway. Oh fuck. Mau must’ve gotten worried about me and come looking. Fuck. Campbell continues to flex over me with his boot pressing down on my ass. I scramble out from under him and stand up naked, cock softening. Mau and Lee move in. They’re grinning, obviously understanding what happened. Fuck.
It’s bad enough that I was beaten and fucked by a ref. I was hoping it’d stay private. Now, the boss of AWE knows it. My chances of getting into the ring are shrinking as fast as my dick. And my big, strong, sexy man knows. From the bulge in his tight little short shorts, he’s not upset. i didn't think he'd be, but I never want him to think that I can’t take care of myself or that I can’t join him in wrestling.
I move to the ropes, “Babe, I can explain.”
My husband climbs onto the ring apron. He grabs behind my head and massages my neck, “We watched the whole thing, sexy. Damn, you looked so hot going at it.”
My eyes go wide, “You watched? How?”
“Camp sent a link.”
Mau fishes out his phone. There it is. From Campbell, ‘GONNA OWN YOUR BOY’S ASS’ followed by ‘WANNA WATCH’ and a link. I turn to Camp. He’s sitting on the top turnbuckle in the opposite corner, playing with his dick and smirking. Fuck, now I really wish I’d kicked his ass. He fucking streamed the match and stakes? How the fuck? I need to learn about technology.
Underneath Camp’s texts, Mau replied, ‘sounds hot but he might surprise you’. Aw. He had faith in me. That’s sweet. But I blew it. Fuck.
I start to back away. My husband reaches his long arms out. He holds my shoulders firmly. I can’t break the grip of those giant paws, but I don’t want to. He pulls me toward him. Smiling, my man says, “I’m so proud of you, sexy. You did great. So smooth. You ran moves, applied holds, and looked hot doing it. Lee said we can look at a tag match as early as the next show.”
I look down at Lee outside the ring, “Really?”
The boss shrugs, “You did good. Every tag team needs the jobber who gets punished and the guy who saves him. You getting your ass kicked while The Mountain desperately begs for you to make the tag is good shit.” I’m not sure how to take that, but if it means I can be a bigger part of Mau’s wrestling career, I’m all in. Lee adds, “Mau will still do singles, of course.”
I nod enthusiastically, “Of course. Thanks, Lee. You won’t regret it.”
Camp has moved right behind me. He pats my bare ass, “Tag in the ring is great, but if you two are ever open to some two-on-one post-match action, lemme know. Tommy, I’d love to spit roast you with your hubby.” I frown. He smirks at me, “Or if you’re brave, you could try to take us both?”
My cock is swelling up, so I can’t really deny that I’d love that, but I don’t want to reward Camp for tonight. Laughing at me. Beating and fucking me. Sharing it with my husband without telling me. He’s been an asshole and I want to make him pay, not give him greater access to my mouth and ass. And I don’t want him near Mau. He’d be just as likely to try to leave me out and I’ve got no interest in getting involuntarily cucked by him.
Mau says, “We’ll talk about it, Camp, but tonight, it’ll just be me and my man celebrating.” He runs his hand down my torso then lifts under my balls. “Still full?” I smile and nod. He kisses me then smiles, “That’s my man.” My husband asks, “Is just you and me okay with you, sexy?”
I nod, “Sounds perfect, babe. I’ve had enough Camp to last me a long time. Let’s go home. You can help me clean up then you can get me dirty again.”
Mau growls seductively. I hop out of the ring. I pull on my shorts and shoes. My husband grabs my bag and slings the strap over his shoulder. We head to the parking lot together hand in hand. We came in separate cars, but he wants to drive me home. In the privacy of his car, I ask if he really was proud of me or if that was just to help me save face in front of Camp and Lee.
My giant man reassures me, telling me I was great. He stretches his right arm around my bare shoulders and squeezes. I turn my head and nuzzle against the inside of his elbow.
Mau laughs, “Ooh, that tickles, sexy.”
I smile, “I know.” I lean back, pinning his right arm behind me. I roll my head to look out the window. As he drives, I stare up at all the bright stars. The night is so clear. He moves his hand over my shoulder, down my torso, all the way to my crotch. I moan. I unzip my shorts, free my dick then lift my hands behind my head. He grabs my cock, jerking me. “Mmm, yeah.”
I glare at him, but he’s lost it again.
When Camp finally gets control again, his eyes are watering. He waves me off, “Fuck off with the death stare, Tommy. If that happened to anyone else, you’d be laughing your ass off, too. It was like some crazy physical comedy routine: ‘Man hits balls with turnbuckle.’ But it was real! You really did that! I can’t wait to watch the video again. It was like a fucking cartoon.”
Oh crap. That’s right. Lee records all our practices. “The camera’s still on?” He nods. I order, “Erase it!”
We’re the only two here. All the other guys went out for drinks at Dusty’s, a local bar. I stayed to practice alone, exactly for this reason. I’m not comfortable in the ring, yet. Camp stuck around, cleaning up. Oh, and I should explain that Lee is the guy who runs Arizona Wrestling Extreme, a tiny little league located just outside of Tucson. This rundown warehouse is our practice facility, and where Lee lives.
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| Lee is the boss and the champ. |
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| My husband Mau, the Mountain. |
I point at Camp, “Did you hear me? Erase it!”
The ref shakes his head, “Are you kidding? Don’t you want to show Mau? Lee will love it. And Ben? I bet he can get everyone sharing it. You’re gonna be a star, dude. Botch Shots is gonna love it. You’ll be ‘botch bitch of the week’ for sure. They’ll get ten million views for this one. AWE will be on the map.”
“Just fuck off. I’ll do it myself.” I move over to the camera set up. It’s connected to the computer. I look at the buttons. I just need to erase the last five minutes. Hm, no button for that. No erase button at all. I could stop it, but it’s too late for that. Fuck me. I build houses. I don’t sit on a computer all day. I demand, “Show me how this works.”
“No way. I don’t have a death wish. Lee will kill you if you mess it up. That’s everything for tonight. Make one mistake and it all goes poof.”
I growl, “I know that. That’s why I need you to help me. You can delete the last few minutes. I know you can.”
Camp grins, “You’re right, I can. But I’m not going to. It’s too funny to lose.”
I might be short, but Camp is no giant. He’s only a few inches taller at 5’9” and he’s muscular, but lighter than me at 160-lbs. While I’m not a great wrestler, he’s not a wrestler at all. He’s 28, runs my favorite breakfast-lunch place, and is happy just being the ref and staying out of the action. I bet that I could take him.
I threaten, “What if I make you do it?”
Camp bursts out laughing again, “Dude! You just LOST to an EMPTY ring. I’ll take my chances.”
My face turns red. “At least I’m trying. You’re too afraid to even do that. Hiding out as ‘the referee’ while the rest of us put ourselves out there.” Camp frowns, not liking that. “Yeah, it’s easy to laugh at someone else. Face it, I might be a screw up, but you’re a coward.”
“Take that back, Tommy. I’m just having fun. Don’t make this into something personal.”
“You’re laughing your ass off at me. How the fuck is that not personal?”
“I would laugh at anyone who did that. So would you. Now, just take the ‘L’ and move on.”
“How about you take an ‘L’? Get in the ring. When I win, you erase my accident.”
“Seriously?” I nod. Camp asks, “And if I win?”
“What do you want?”
A smirk, “You know what I want, sexy.”
“Don’t call me that. Only Mau calls me ‘sexy’.” Campbell laughs that off. I have to agree to his terms. I confirm, “Stakes? That’s what it’ll take to get you to help me?” He nods. I’ve got no choice. “Okay, deal.”
BACK IN THE RING.
Okay, I can do this. I put on fresh white trunks over a white jock. White boots. White wrist tape is on tight. I’ve done some push-ups and squats to pump up. I’m still warmed up from practice. And my balls have settled down. I look like a wrestler. I act like a wrestler. I’m a wrestler. No more stupid or careless mistakes. Just do the basics and it should be enough against a ref.
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| I'm ready to go! |
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| I can't wait to beat Camp. |
“C’mon, dude. I want to join Mau and the gang at Dusty’s.”
Camp puts down his phone. He has a mischievous grin, “Dude, you’re going nowhere until I’m done with you. I’m gonna beat you like I’m a turnbuckle and you’re your balls.”
“Ha fucking ha. It’s a lot different up here. Being a ref doesn’t prepare you for getting slammed, stretched, and submitted.” I flex my arms, “And it doesn’t prepare you for this.”
Camp laughs, “Big talk.” He slides into the ring. He flexes back at me, “You’re not the only guy who works out, man. Look at these guns, buddy.” The ref does look good. But I can take him. “Yeah, you like that? You wanna just worship me? Even you probably can’t hurt yourself too badly doing that.”
“Fuck, you’re being an asshole tonight.”
“Only because you’re being a whiny baby who needs to learn to laugh at himself.”
We could go at each other forever, but instead, I move toward him, arms up. We lock up in a traditional collar and elbow. It’s one of the first moves we learn. Camp knows it, too. We push against each other. I’m feeling him out. He’s strong. But he’s not as strong as me. When we’re lined up right, I push hard. I overpower him into the corner. CLANG! He hits hard on his back.
I lift my hands in the air. Clean break. I back up slowly, watching to make sure he doesn’t try anything. He doesn’t. Smart guy, because I was ready for it. I bounce, excited to get this going. Now, the muscular ref knows what he’s up against. Campbell steps out. He twists and moves, working out his back. I lift my arms again for another lock up. He accepts.
Camp is solid. And sexy. We grunt and strain. I play with him before I twist suddenly, locking on a side headlock. Yes! I did that perfectly. I wish Mau was here to see me. He’d be proud of how I’m moving. I walk the younger muscleman around the ring. He groans. Suddenly, a forearm hits me in the back. THUD! He’s fighting back. THUD! THUD! Camp pulls his head free.
I turn around. He’s up in the air. What? His boots hit me in the face. WHACK! The dropkick flattens me. SPLAT! I roll onto my side and test my jaw. Fuck! Where’d he learn to do that? Camp lifts my right boot and steps over me. He puts me into a single leg crab. Fuck! I pound the canvas as he sits down in the hold. My back tightens up as it’s bent the wrong way. Fuck!
The muscleman laughs, “What? Did you think you’re the only one learning? Ben’s been on me to wrestle since the first time he met me. Gave me a program to follow. I’ve been training every afternoon after the restaurant closes for weeks.”
“Fuck!”
“How’re those balls feeling?” Camp pats them in my white trunks. TAP! TAP! TAP!
“AH! You fucker!”
“Re-fucking-lax, Tommy. I just tapped them. Still tender, I guess?”
“LEAVE MY FUCKING BALLS ALONE!”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry, it’s not your balls I’m interested in. It’s your sweet ass. Every guy wants it, you know. So big and juicy. Fuck, I get hard just seeing it. They’re just too afraid of your ginormous husband to go after it. But now, I’ve got my shot. Fair and square. Wanna make this easy? Give up and gimme what I want?”
“To this? Fuck NO!”
I plant my hands and push up while kicking my leg. I do have a great ass, built by doing killer leg work. I send Camp flying off me, breaking the crab and freeing my leg. I scramble up and turn around. He doesn’t try anything. I rise to face him. He’s a smirking asshole. Yeah, he suckered me in. So, he’s more than a ref. But I’m still gonna kick his ass.
We move in for another lockup. This time, though, I dive low. He isn’t expecting it. I grab his leg and trip him to the canvas. SPLAT! I roll him over into a single leg crab. I overpower him, bringing his boot so far back it almost reaches his shoulder. When he screams in pain, I know I’ve done it right. I admire my pecs and biceps as I lean back, making him feel it.
Camp is moaning a lot more than I did. He’s pounding the canvas. I squat up and down. He whimpers. Fuck, I’m a fireplug powerhouse. This is what should be filmed and shown to May and Lee. This is what Ben should share. Yeah, I’m gonna show this ref who’s boss. Maybe I’ll fuck him while he deletes the video of my mistake. I pat his balls. TAP! TAP! TAP!
“How do you like it, Camp? Maybe I should show you how smashed balls feel! I can laugh my ass off seeing you cry.”
Instead of answering me, he just groans in pain like a bitch. I smile. My cock swells up. I love dominating this muscleman. Camp isn’t giving, which is both bad and good. Yeah, I would love to humiliate him with a quick win, but I’m also feeling confident. I know more moves. If I can do them all as good as this one, I can prove I’m ready to join my husband in the ring.
Okay, I did a pretty good job with this hold. I decide not to let him counter like I did. I stand up. He moans as the pain eases up. Camp starts to squirm, but I have other plans. I hold his ankle tight. Still straddling him, I lift his boot up higher than my head. I drive his knee down onto the canvas. WHACK! ARGH! The ref flops around under me as I step away. Yeah, that hurt.
I turn around to see him rising up. Camp’s on one foot. I dive in again, clipping his good leg out. WHAM! WHOA! SPLAT! The ref lands hard on his back. I’m up fast. I turn and jump, coming down with a huge elbow drop on his chest. WHOMP! OOF! I’m on fire! I jump up and come down with a big splash. SPLAT! OOF! I might be small, but my body’s like fucking concrete.
As I rise, I grab Camp by the wrist. I run back, pulling him up to his feet like he weighs nothing. I did it fast so he’d come at me with some speed. He stumbles toward me. I grip his lower neck and the inside of his thigh. I use his momentum and power him up overhead. 160-lbs isn’t too much weight, but people are trickier than barbells. I hold him over my head in a gorilla press.
“How’s the view up there, ref?”
I can’t hold him forever. I throw him up and let him crash to the ring. BOOM! YES! I jump around, pumping my fists. Wow, this feels amazing. Camp is rolling around on the canvas. Yeah, that’s what a wrestler can do! That’s what I can do! The musclestud ref starts to rise up. I grab him by the hair. He punches my gut, but I flex my abs and it bounces off. POW! HA! Concrete.
I pull his face into my abs and smear his face all over my six-pack. I’m already getting sweaty, so he can lick it up. Yeah, get a taste of me, ref. Camp grunts. He pushes against my rock solid body. I lose my grip and he flies back. He gets up fast and scrambles around. I charge in with a big shoulder block. WHOMP! He flies back three feet, landing on his butt. PLOP! I flex.
“How’s the view down there, ref? You’re getting the full tour!”
Camp spins and smoothly rolls up to his feet facing me. He growls, “Fuck off, Tommy. It’s too early to start showing off. I’m just warming up.”
“Yeah? Then let’s go!”
I move in for a lockup. Camp tries a surprise gut kick, but I catch his boot. I whip it to the side. He spins, exposing his back to me. I grab him around the waist, squat, lift, and throw him backward with a belly-to-back suplex. BOOM! He hits on the back of his head, neck, and shoulders. I roll over onto one knee as he moves onto his side, holding his neck.
I rise up and stand over him. I do a crotch chop as I thrust my hips forward, “Suck it! WOO!” I force Camp up to his feet by his hair. I’m owning the ref. Damn, I didn’t know I was this good! I turn us around, lean into him and lift his across my shoulders in a torture rack. The musclestud cries out in pain. I get him in position, just like Mau taught me. His moaning tells me it’s good.
This is only the second time I’ve gotten a real person across my shoulders. I’ve been in a rack plenty of times with my husband and in practice, but guys haven’t let me do it to them. I’ve had to settle for wrestling dummies and heavy bags. Got to say, it feels sweet. Camp doesn’t think so. I hear it in his screams and grunts, and I also know how he’s feeling. It hurts like a bitch.
“Give up, Camp. I’m not trying to hurt you! Make it easy on yourself!”
“Fuck off!”
I start in on squats. That only increases the pain. He cries out. I go down again, but suddenly, his arm swings and clubs me in the face. WHACK! UNH! I stumble, trying to stand but he’s kicking and struggling. I lose the rack. He drops to the canvas behind me and I stumble forward, shaking out my head. Motherfucker! Is that legal? Yeah, I know it is, but I’m pissed.
I turn around, right into a diving spear. THUD! OOF! We fly back against the ropes. I stretch my arms out, holding on tight. It’s the only reason we don’t go through and fall to the floor. Camp bounces backward. I use the rope tension to shoot off, running at him fast. He dodges and I sail past. I hit the opposite ropes. I ricochet off and run into his big boot. THUD! OOF! I bend forward, coughing.
Campbell grabs my shaved head and pulls me forward. His legs tighten up against my ears, his muscular legs flexing against my head. I grunt from the pressure of his standing head scissors.I grab his thighs. He reaches out and pulls up on the back waistband of my trunks. NO! Camp pulls up hard, wedging the trunks up my crack, exposing my ass and the straps of my jock.
“Yeah, that’s what the fans want to see! You want on the next show, promise to let your opponent do this to you, Tommy.”
I growl, “Fuck you!”
I stand up suddenly, flipping him over with a back body drop. He lands on his back behind me. WHAM! I drop back, driving my ass into his meaty pecs. PLOP! OOF! I grab Camp by the hair and pull his face up into my sweaty crotch. “Yeah, give that a sniff, big mouth!” I roll to the side and lock him in a head scissors. “Let’s see how you like it!” I flex my legs. He cries out in pain.
“You’re bragging on my ass, telling me how hot it is? Now, you’re feeling the real power of leg day.” Camp’s hands rub my back and bare butt, looking for some kind of opening. I taunt him, “Yeah, feel me up. That’s as close as you’re ever gonna get to owning my ass!”
I roll onto my back while simultaneously lifting my legs into the air. My ankles are crossed and I don’t let go. Camp is forced to scramble to move with me or get his neck wrenched. I bring my legs over in a windshield wipers move. I do this all the time for my obliques, which are tight. Not usually dragging 160-lbs of asshole with me, but I like it. I flex my legs. More screams.
I stretch my body out. The pressure has his head redder than a tomato. He won’t give, but I don’t care. I’m having fun. I feel so fucking powerful! I open my legs and roll away. Camp rolls onto his stomach. He props himself up on his elbows, shaking his head out. Yeah, tough to think when your brain’s been crushed. Too bad, because I got more to do to win this match.
Camp doesn’t see me move to his legs. Looking up his body, I grab his ankles and lift them up high. I step forward straddling his hips. I lock his ankles in my armpits, getting him in like a reverse crab. He tries to look back, but I keep him on his chest. I bend forward, folding his back. The muscle stud grunts. I could punish him in a reverse crab, but I got something better.
I smack his sides. CHOP! Camp instinctively reaches back, letting me grab his wrists tightly. HUH? Yeah, he’s confused. I taunt, “Ben’s lessons didn’t teach you about the tear drop?” I stand up to my full 5’6” height. Since he’s short, too, it’s enough to get him hanging by his shoulders and legs. His hips and stomach dip low, putting a lot of pressure on his back.
Mau’s put me in this hold when he’s been trying new things. With him being 6’5”, I really hang off the floor. Camp’s only an inch off the canvas, but it’s enough to make him cry and moan. I move back-and-forth, getting him swinging. I might just get him with this one. “Gonna give?” NO! I keep him up, punishing him hard. He’s starting to weaken, not talking. Not saying ‘no’.
Camp doesn’t say he gives, either. I swing him harder. Big mistake. On the swing out, he pulls on his arms and his wrists slip from my hands. The musclestud’s chest and face hit the canvas. SMACK! I still have kind of a reverse crab, but I don’t think it’s gonna be enough. I let go of his legs. As Camp squirms and slithers to get away from me, I admire his sexy butt shaking.
I casually move around to lean against the ropes in front of him. He still has a few feet to slither until he reaches me. I just wait. He looks up at me and I rub my bulge. “You know, ‘ref’, one of my favorite things is when one guy has to climb up the other guy’s body to get to his feet. Hurry up and I’ll let you do that.” Camp pushes himself up onto hands and knees. “Good boy.”
The muscle stud crawls to me. Camp’s head is hanging down. He puts his left hand on my boot. Oh fuck, this is really happening. I have to move my cock from pointing down to the side. Fuck, yes. He slides his right hand up the leather. I push off the ropes and stand tall with my hands on my hips. When his right hand gets to my knee, he holds it and breathes in deep.
I reach down and grab his hair. I force him to look at me, “You should’ve known a ref can’t beat a wrestler, Camp. After you erase my stumble, I’ll fuck you as a reward.”
“You know what’s great about refs, Tommy?”
I let go of his hair and strike a double bicep pose, “Yeah, you get the best seat in the house to watch studs like me in action.”
The ref laughs, “No. It’s knowing that if they’re not around, you can get away with anything.”
Suddenly, Camp swings his left arm up between my legs for a vicious low blow. SQUISH! URK! I feel like my balls went back up into my body. I see stars as my arms drop. My hands go to my crotch. I bend forward, gasping for breath. Camp whispers in my ear, “Sorry, but this is pro wrestling, Tommy. No ref? No rules.” He grabs behind my head and pulls me into a deep kiss.
The cheating motherfucker plants one boot. He grabs my butt between my legs and stands up, stopping me across his chest. He lifts and adjusts his hold. Fuck, my eyes are watering again. Camp carries me around the ring. He stops in the middle then drops me across his leg in an over-the-knee backbreaker. KRAKT! UNH! Fuck, that hurt! Like a lot. I hang limp on his leg.
Camp feels me up, his right hand rubbing my stretched out abs and pecs and his left caresses my legs. He says, “You got moves. More than I expected, but now, it’s my turn.” I twist and turn, trying to roll myself off his leg, but he blocks me. Camp brings his left elbow down into my abs. WHOMP! OOF! I convulse, crunching up, but he palms my face and roughly pushes me back down into position.
“Not yet, Tommy. I know you’re hurting, but this is my rest hold.” Camp goes back to feeling me up, “God, you have one helluva body. And now, it’s all mine.”
I scream out, “Fuck you!”
“You got that backwards, but it’s cool.”
Camp finally pushes me off his leg. I roll onto my stomach. My back is seizing up from hanging on his leg so long. Fuck. He plants his black boot on the small of my back. He steps over me like I’m his doormat. Fuck no! I push up to hands and knees. The muscle stud jumps up and comes down on me with a splash. BAM! SPLAT! I’m flattened again. He rolls off me.
I try to rise again. Camp grabs me around the waist, pulling me up into a reverse bearhug. UNH! I struggle. The fucking cheater shakes me back-and-forth. WHOA! WHA! UNH! I get dizzy. With every gasping breath he’s been able to tighten his hold. Fuck, I never thought of him as a bearhug guy, but this shit is tight. Damn, he’s got it in the perfect spot, right below my ribs.
My midsection collapses against his squeeze. I try to pry his arms apart, but I can’t. I wildly swing my elbows back, but my shoulders are so wide that I can’t hit him anywhere that would really hurt him. My head hangs down as I gasp. Wait. No ref. No rules. As I pull on his arms, I lift my white leather boot and drive it down on his right foot. STOMP! AH! I escape.
I take two steps forward then donkey kick back with my right foot, hoping to hit bulge. No ref, no rules. Unfortunately, Camp is ready. He grabs my boot and kicks at my left. The muscle stud trips me down face-first. SPLAT! I’m momentarily stunned. Camp grabs my left boot and lifts it up. He crosses my legs over his, steps over, and locks me in a sharpshooter. ARGH! I cry out as he targets my back again!
Camp lets me know that it’s a deliberate strategy. “You did good, Tommy, but you went after my head, leg, and back. Ben explained it to me. He said, ‘tell a story’. What he meant was target one area. See, I’m working your core. I knew the opening single leg crab wouldn’t get you, but it set up the stuff I’m doing now. Every move, your back is hurting a little more, isn’t it?”
“Fuck you!”
“Still getting that one wrong, but it’s cool. Look, I can hear it in your voice. Wanna give?”
I grunt and then strongly answer, “NEVER!”
The ref just laughs. He sits down and bounces. OH FUCK! Camp is right. My backs is seizing up. Screaming. But I’m tough. I have a high pain tolerance. And I can counter this. Just a few minutes ago, he could barely move. Now, he’s on top. I can do the same thing. I can flip this match around. I plant my hands and push up. I kick my legs. Gotta put all I can into it!
Camp fights me. I fight back. I roar and he moves. The muscle stud loses. He flies forward off me. I collapse on the canvas. C’mon body. Get moving. I push up to my hands and knees. I hear his boots. I see him out of the corner of my eye. Oh shit. He’s up in the air. He comes down with a knee drop to the small of my back. WHACK! SPLAT! OOF! I’m down again.
As he kneels on me, the ref rubs my shaved head, “Another thing Ben taught me is not to stand around and let your opponent recover. Yeah, I’d love to see you all weak, climbing up my body, but neither one of us is good enough to do that shit. Maybe Lee or Mau can pull it off, but not us.”
I groan. Somehow, his words deflate me more than his knee in my back. He’s right. I got way too cocky. Camp stands up. He drives his boots into my back. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! I bounce with every one. I try to slide away, but the boots come in fast. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The muscle stud steps across my waist as I try to pull myself forward.
Camp sits on my back, driving his butt down hard. OOF! I plant my hands to push myself up, but the muscleman grabs under my raised elbows. He pulls up and leans back, forcing my arms over his knees. ARGH! He locks me in a camel clutch with his hands under my chin. I groan as my aching back seizes up. Camp’s being real casual about the hold, not tearing me up. Not submitting me. He kisses my shaved head. SMOOCH!
“You did good, Tommy. We both did. But now, it’s time to move to stakes.”
“NO!”
I fight to escape, but he’s got me. The hold is uncomfortable, but not deadly. Not yet, anyway. Camp knows that he’s got me trapped. If there’s a counter beyond power, I haven’t learned it. Fuck! The muscleman moves my head to the left. He blows in my ear. I convulse. He does it again. I whine, “Stop!” I shake my head, trying to pull it free. Camp swats my head. SMACK!
“I love the camel clutch, don’t you? You’re so hot and helpless.”
Camp slides a finger to my lips. He pushes in. I accept it and suck. I’m tempted to bite down as a warning, but I don’t. I lick his sweaty digit before sucking on it like a pacifier. He laughs. “Just give up.” I shake my head, holding his finger in my mouth. “Okay. I can have fun with you like this, too.” He pulls his finger free then puts it in my ear. I squirm as he gives me a wet willy, trying to move my head away.
“How about your nipples? Are they sensitive?”
I blurt out, “NO!”
The ref laughs at my reaction, “Ooh, that much?”
Camp leans back and pulls my head with one hand under my chin, bending me more. I moan in pain. I’m looking at the ceiling, but I close my eyes. Okay, this camel just got real. I flinch as I feel his free hand slither onto my pec. No, no, no. Bent back as far as I am, my meaty pecs are standing out. My nipple is within reach. He finds it by touch. I try not to moan, but I do. OHHH!
The merciless muscleman rubs my nipple softly. I gasp. Under me, my cock starts to grow, even though it’s being crushed into the canvas. Camp licks my head as he toys with my chest. When he pinches my nipple, I cry out, “FUCK!” His tongue goes in my ear as he erotically tortures me. Oh fuck, I should just give. End this. Get fucked. NO! I won’t give until I have to.
Camp slides his hand up, putting both under my chin. He forces a finger into each side of my lips. He pulls on the fish hook, stretching my mouth out wide. The muscle stud leans back. I scream in pain. I whimper as I fight to hold on. The pain is intense as he pulls harder. My chest is high and my eyes are looking back now. I make fists, but who am I kidding? I’m not escaping this hold or getting fucked.
The fucking ref wins.
I cry out, “GIVE! GIVE! GIVE!”
Camp lets up, slowly easing me forward. He moves with me, gently laying me face down on the canvas. I sigh and just lie here, unmoving. Camp slides off me. He pats my bare ass, my white trunks still wedged up there tightly. When my muscular butt cheeks get a hold of something, they don’t let it go easily. I feel him fondle my butt, so I instinctively flex.
The muscle stud kisses my butt. He works his way up my spine all the way to my head. As he moves, his hands massage my sides then my shoulders. It feels good. Now that he’s won, Camp is being Mr. Nice Guy. He whispers, “I’ll get us some water while you stretch out.”
STAKES.
“Good match, Tommy.”
I’m salty and not interested in being mocked any more tonight. I growl, “Yeah, yeah, go ahead. Rub it in. I was a cocky idiot. You had a strategy. You made me submit like a bitch. I’m a loser. Ha fucking ha.”
Campbell shakes his head, “No, it’s not like that. I mean it. You surprised me. It’s like something clicked for you tonight. That was some good wrestling.”
I think he’s serious, but I have to ask, “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, of course I am. Your problem was strategy, but that’s probably because you’ve been entirely focused on learning the moves. Once you start wrestling more real matches, you’ll get it. I’m sure you learned something today. I think you’re ready for AWE now.”
“Oh. Okay. Thanks. So, does that mean you’ll help me out?”
Camp laughs, “What? No, I’m not letting you out of our deal. I’m not erasing any video. I AM going to fuck you. You have a gorgeous ass. I want it and I won it. Get naked, stud.”
I sigh, “Yeah, okay.”
I pull my trunks down to my knees. I grab the ropes with one hand for balance as I lift a leg and work the sweaty spandex over my left boot. Campbell stands behind me. He lets out a wolf whistle, checking out my bare ass. I step out of the right leg hole. I bend over to pick up my and feel his finger against my hole. When I stand up, I flex my cheeks, squeezing his finger.
“Damn, Tommy, your ass is strong. You gonna clamp down on my cock this tight?”
“You know it, Camp. Better be careful. My glutes have crushed a few cocks into submission.”
The ref laughs, “Don’t worry about my dick. You already got me hard as steel.”
I turn to look. Yep, he’s rock hard. His uncut cock is like mine, an inch above average length and thick. Even though he felt me up during the match, Camp rubs my torso, checking me out again. He’s impressed, nodding and whistling every time he gets to a new muscle group. I’m still mad at him and wanna kick his ass, but I’m glad he stopped being an asshole.
I ask, “Am I sucking or you just wanna get to it?”
“I’d love a blowjob, but I don’t wanna take any edge off. Get down, ass up.”
I follow instructions, getting to hands and knees then lowering my face to the canvas. I reach back and pull my cheeks apart. Camp whistles again, “Finally. The holy grail of butts and I’m the guy who gets it.” Wow. The musclestud has it bad for my ass. Sounds like a few guys do. Damn, I never knew. I wonder if my husband is aware that I'm AWE’s resident fantasy fuck and he's a giant cockblock? I can't wait to tell him. I know he'll laugh his ass off.
Camp’s face slides in. His hands replace mine, keeping by cheeks open. I can feel his hot breath hitting my hole. Oh man, he’s gonna eat me out. I love that. When his tongue flicks my knot, I whimper. He dives in and my eyes roll back in my head. I encourage him, “Oh fuck, Camp. You’re fucking driving me crazy!” He goes at it even more. I moan and beg for more "Oh, fuck yeah, claim your prize, stud. Get me wet for your big fat cock."
I’m quivering as his tongue owns my hole. He adds in his index finger, rubbing my knot before pushing inside me. Fuck. Camp blows on my hole as his finger slowly goes deeper. My mind is reeling. I become a slutty whore whenever anyone does foreplay on my ass. I back my ass up to take more of his finger. Camp laughs, “Wow, you’re a hungry bitch.” I moan in agreement.
Camp slides in to the knuckle. He works me good, finding my bitch button. I cry out “Oh fuck! YES!” He slides a second finger in, opening me up more. I’m rocking into his finger fuck, taking all I can. Camp lets go of my left cheek, letting my butt close up on his hand. He keeps pumping. When he’s in deep, I flex on him to hold his fingers deep inside me. Damn, that’s it. Unable to move his hand, he wiggles them I moan with satisfaction.
The ref orders, “Okay, relax. I’m jerking my dick here. You need lube?” I shake my head, begging him to just go already. I ease up and he withdraws his hand. Camp grabs my hips to spread my cheeks and lines up. He plows his thick cock in. I let out a long groan, “OHHHHHHHHHH! YES!” The muscle stud laughs as he starts pounding my hole. I keep telling him to go harder.
My cock is leaking under me. I pound the canvas with my fists, demanding he wreck my hole. I handle my magnificent monster of a husband. I sure as fuck can handle anything the ref dishes out. Camp drives in, finally hammering my hole with all he’s got. I push back against his rhythm, slamming my butt into his pelvis. The muscle stud is the one whimpering now.
I flex my hole around his cock. Camp cries out, “OH!” He leans forward, pressing his hands down on my back. My butt cheeks close up and he’s gasping. I rhythmically flex my ass in time with his pumping. He digs his fingers into my muscular back, “Damn, Tommy! You’re - UNH! you’re - UNH! OH GOD!” He’s trying to say that I’m milking him and I am. I’m taking his load from him, he’s not giving it to me.
Camp is crying over me. He’s still thrusting deep in my hole. He warns me that he’s gonna cum. He says, “You’re making - UNH - you’re making me - UNH! CUMMM!” Yep, the muscle stud explodes, giving up his load. I clamp my ass down on him and rock into him to milk every last drop from his cock. Camp collapses forward, lying on my back. I relax and release his soft dick.
“Fuck, Tommy, you do not disappoint. That was fucking everything.”
“Thanks, man.”
I stretch out to lie flat on my stomach. Camp rolls off me onto his back. He says, “Did you cum? Want me to finish you off?”
“No, I’m saving it for Mau.”
Camp nods. He rolls to his feet then plants his black boot on my ass. He flexes, telling me, “I saw, I conquered, I came. Man, anytime you’re up for a round two, let me know.”
I relax under his boot, letting him enjoy his victory.
THE AUDIENCE.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
I look up to see my husband and Lee standing at the doorway. Oh fuck. Mau must’ve gotten worried about me and come looking. Fuck. Campbell continues to flex over me with his boot pressing down on my ass. I scramble out from under him and stand up naked, cock softening. Mau and Lee move in. They’re grinning, obviously understanding what happened. Fuck.
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| Mau, my gorgeous husband. |
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| Lee, the boss. |
I move to the ropes, “Babe, I can explain.”
My husband climbs onto the ring apron. He grabs behind my head and massages my neck, “We watched the whole thing, sexy. Damn, you looked so hot going at it.”
My eyes go wide, “You watched? How?”
“Camp sent a link.”
Mau fishes out his phone. There it is. From Campbell, ‘GONNA OWN YOUR BOY’S ASS’ followed by ‘WANNA WATCH’ and a link. I turn to Camp. He’s sitting on the top turnbuckle in the opposite corner, playing with his dick and smirking. Fuck, now I really wish I’d kicked his ass. He fucking streamed the match and stakes? How the fuck? I need to learn about technology.
Underneath Camp’s texts, Mau replied, ‘sounds hot but he might surprise you’. Aw. He had faith in me. That’s sweet. But I blew it. Fuck.
I start to back away. My husband reaches his long arms out. He holds my shoulders firmly. I can’t break the grip of those giant paws, but I don’t want to. He pulls me toward him. Smiling, my man says, “I’m so proud of you, sexy. You did great. So smooth. You ran moves, applied holds, and looked hot doing it. Lee said we can look at a tag match as early as the next show.”
I look down at Lee outside the ring, “Really?”
The boss shrugs, “You did good. Every tag team needs the jobber who gets punished and the guy who saves him. You getting your ass kicked while The Mountain desperately begs for you to make the tag is good shit.” I’m not sure how to take that, but if it means I can be a bigger part of Mau’s wrestling career, I’m all in. Lee adds, “Mau will still do singles, of course.”
I nod enthusiastically, “Of course. Thanks, Lee. You won’t regret it.”
Camp has moved right behind me. He pats my bare ass, “Tag in the ring is great, but if you two are ever open to some two-on-one post-match action, lemme know. Tommy, I’d love to spit roast you with your hubby.” I frown. He smirks at me, “Or if you’re brave, you could try to take us both?”
My cock is swelling up, so I can’t really deny that I’d love that, but I don’t want to reward Camp for tonight. Laughing at me. Beating and fucking me. Sharing it with my husband without telling me. He’s been an asshole and I want to make him pay, not give him greater access to my mouth and ass. And I don’t want him near Mau. He’d be just as likely to try to leave me out and I’ve got no interest in getting involuntarily cucked by him.
Mau says, “We’ll talk about it, Camp, but tonight, it’ll just be me and my man celebrating.” He runs his hand down my torso then lifts under my balls. “Still full?” I smile and nod. He kisses me then smiles, “That’s my man.” My husband asks, “Is just you and me okay with you, sexy?”
I nod, “Sounds perfect, babe. I’ve had enough Camp to last me a long time. Let’s go home. You can help me clean up then you can get me dirty again.”
Mau growls seductively. I hop out of the ring. I pull on my shorts and shoes. My husband grabs my bag and slings the strap over his shoulder. We head to the parking lot together hand in hand. We came in separate cars, but he wants to drive me home. In the privacy of his car, I ask if he really was proud of me or if that was just to help me save face in front of Camp and Lee.
My giant man reassures me, telling me I was great. He stretches his right arm around my bare shoulders and squeezes. I turn my head and nuzzle against the inside of his elbow.
Mau laughs, “Ooh, that tickles, sexy.”
I smile, “I know.” I lean back, pinning his right arm behind me. I roll my head to look out the window. As he drives, I stare up at all the bright stars. The night is so clear. He moves his hand over my shoulder, down my torso, all the way to my crotch. I moan. I unzip my shorts, free my dick then lift my hands behind my head. He grabs my cock, jerking me. “Mmm, yeah.”
My husband says, "I was thinking that we should play with Camp sometime soon." I look over. He grins, "Except we give him a little surprise. You and me spit roast him. We can even DP his cocky ass." I moan at the thought. My husband knows me so well. My cock flexes in his hand. "I knew you'd love that idea, sexy."
Yeah, this is everything. I recline the passenger seat and just enjoy the ride home.
THE END.
Casting ...
Tommy = Valeri Enchev
Campbell/Camp/The Ref = Marco Folino
Mauricio/Mauro/Mau/The Mountain = Lucas Mesquita Gaviao
Lee = Andrew Holztrager
A cheating ref? Who knew!
ReplyDeleteAnother excellent, and erotic story. I love the arrogant cockiness of Tommy but also his stubberness. Can't wait to see his revenge.
Thanks! Yeah, Camp isn’t as sweet as he looks, but all in good fun.
DeleteAw Tommy's a cutie. As much as I love the dramatic feuds and humiliation, some playful low stakes cockiness and comeuppance in a match is just as fun
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear it. Apr-Jun is a lot lighter and simpler than Jan-Mar, so you’ll see more playful action and feudless wrestling.
DeleteLoved this story (as with all others!). Camp looked like he didn’t have it but he sure did in the end.
ReplyDeleteThanks! Yeah, Tommy’s a powerful fireplug, so he wasn’t going down easy. The more he wrestles, the tougher he’ll get.
DeleteHot story and comeuppance for Tommy! Always enjoy a crawl of shame that ends up with a low blow and match reversal. I definitely second a revenge sequel in which Camp gets destroyed and DP’d by Tommy and The Mountain.
ReplyDeleteThanks! The climb is one of my favorite moves, whether it ends in more humiliation or a reversal. It’s so beautiful.
DeleteIm completely surprised that the Ref won. He is a total stud but Tommy is something else. Mau better get his guy training more! I was also surprised by the Refs behavior. Clearly different personality from the guy in the ring. It might come back to him.
ReplyDeleteTommy has the physical power to win, but he’s just a slow learner in the ring. He is working hard, but it’s just taking him longer to learn how to use that power. Now that he’s experienced some success and he’ll get to work with his hunky hubby, he might get better.
DeleteAs for the Ref, I mean, Tommy’s clumsiness probably was super funny. Being a ref doesn’t mean you’re a wimp. :)
Well the Ref was really living in the moment. He was enjoying the whole spectacle and was acting completely normal in a private setting. Maybe thats why he got toyed around with in one of the matches. It did cought me by surprise in that he was pretty good at wrestling.
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