Thursday, 15 July 2021

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Extract from the male v male wrestling storybook wrestling Ensign part 2 enter the labyrinth available from battle annals. http://www.battle-annals.co.uk/temp_40.html

 

WRESTLING ENSIGN PART 2 ENTER THE LABYRINTH


Ensign Brad Redenski was a twenty-one year old newly qualified engineering Ensign for the Terran Empire and Commonwealth. His first assignment was on an Alteran Space Station in a far quadrant of the galaxy. He had been on the space station for a few months. He was the only human on the space station and one of only a handful of humans in the whole quadrant. That made Brad a curiosity and the fact that as human he was mammalian and Aleterans were reptilian, made him even more of a curiosity. They were fascinated by his warm blooded mammalian body, and in particular by his sexual organs as Aleterans were non-sexual. Brad had been a keen wrestler in his academy days and had even wrestled with other species while at the academy. Brad had not looked forward to his assignment as he would be the only human there for a long period and would not be able to wrestle for all that time. Alterans don’t were clothes and keep their living quarters at high and humid temperature.

Brad was forced to wear minimum clothes, shorts or underwear. This left his body almost naked to the delight of the Alterans. Added to this fact his medical on arrival at the space station the Alteran doctor for hygiene reasons had permanently removed all his body and genital hair. He even instructed Brad to keep the hair on his head as short as possible. They couldn’t and didn’t resist groping and exploring his warm blooded mammalian naked and hairless body, particularly his genitals. They were fascinated at the way his genitals responded to stimulation and intrigued that if they kept it up long enough and made him cum. Being asexual this was all new to them and Brad was frequently groped and caressed to ejaculation.

Brad discovered after a few weeks that the Alterans had a fighting network on their internet system called the gladiator forum, the nearest human word to the Alteran meaning. Brad joined the forum and posted an ad. He was sure of his capability against the reptilian Alterans, although slim they looked formidable opponents. Brad's previous bouts against other species had always ended in defeat, both of them. However his first challenge and bout was not with an Alteran as he had expected. It was against Leo a Solarian. Solarians had no genitals or any other discernible feature on their mottled orange skin save their eyes, mouths and noses. Leo wrestled naked Brad in a brief, tight pair of blue speedos. Leo proved stronger, more lithe and supple than Brad and it became a one sided match with Leo working Brad over in various holds. Leo took particular pleasure in teasing and abusing Brad’s balls until he made Brad cum. Brad was beaten stripped and made to cum many times by Leo. Leo a Solarian another non-sexual species was fascinated with Brad's sexual organs and their control over his body when continually stimulated or abused.

Brad’s second bout had been with an Alteran. The Alteran’s name was Mazurat, who called himself the deadly crusher on the gladiator forum. Mazurat like all Alterans was reptilian and cold blooded, Leo although Solarian had been hot blooded with a hotter metabolism than humans. Alterans were bipolar or humanoid, a head, two arms, two legs, walking upright. Their skin was clearly reptilian green and although the same texture as a snake, the skin colour resembled that of a frog or toad. Their arms and upper bodies were quite thin in human terms, no signs of heavy muscle, Their legs were also quite thin. Alterans had long thin fingers half as long again as human fingers. Alterans physically by human terms looked an easy wrestle, but looks and size were deceiving particularly with reptilians. Alterans posed a tough challenge, even tougher than Leo the Solarian. Humans had a distinct disadvantage, their genitals, their cock and balls, were vulnerable and Alterans wouldn’t hesitate using that fat against a human opponent. Also when Brad met Mazurat on the mats, Mazurat insisted Brad wrestle naked. With little choice but wrestle nude or call it off Brad wrestled the Alteran nude with his genitals exposed and vulnerable.

Brad’s human mammalian body was not a match for Mazurat’s Alteran reptilian one and he easily overpowered Brad making him submit many times. Mazurat was fascinated with Brad’s soft strange mammalian body and took every opportunity to explore it and tease and torment every sensitive part. Mazurat mastered Brad making him suffer both physically and sexually. The Alteran found he had a taste for Brad’s sweat, pre-cum fluid and spunk, sampling and tasting all three as he made his helpless human opponent cum. That was a couple of weeks ago and Mazurat told Brad he would put a good word in for him on the gladiator forum. Mazurat was sure lots of Alterans would want to wrestle Brad when he told them what a tasty treat it would be. Brad had expected to be inundated with offers but had heard nothing or received invitations or challenges. Brad sat at his console pondering what he would do, how he would get another wrestle, when a pop up message appeared on his screen.

Hi Ensign. You have been recommended by Deadly Crusher as a good and interesting wrestle. You may have heard talk of the labyrinth on the forum message boards. I run the labyrinth. It is the ultimate place to wrestle and we specialise in inter-species contests. If interested please reply to this message. Sender the Sentinel.

Brad was definitely intrigued and more than interested as what little snippets he’d picked up about the labyrinth were all exciting to say the least. Instead of replying with a text message, Brad hit the call option. An Alteran face appeared on his screen. “Yes how can I help you”, the Alteran said staring intently at Brad. “Are you the Sentinel?”, Brad asked. “Yes, what do you want”, the Alteran replied. “I’m Ensign Brad Redenski, you sent me a message about the labyrinth”, Brad replied. “Yes I know who you are”, the Alteran said. “You are interested in the labyrinth then?” Sentinel asked. “Yes, what exactly is it and how do you get to see it or use it?”, Brad asked. “Its a specially constructed arena for fighting, opponents fight, mainly different species, while members watch for enjoyment or wager on the outcome”, Sentinel replied. “You have to be invited or sponsored”, Sentinel added. “Could I come along and watch a bout?”, Brad asked. “Nobody but me and my assistants actually witness the bouts in the labyrinth fist hand”, Sentinel replied. “They are all viewed via video links”, he added. “May I watch a bout by video?”, Brad asked. “No Ensign”, Sentinel replied. “Well what can I do to see the labyrinth?”, Brad asked. “I was coming to that Ensign”, Sentinel replied.

There was short pause, Brad felt the hackles on the back of his neck rise as he waited for the Sentinels answer, anticipating all kinds of exciting things that the Sentinel might have in mind. “I’m afraid only members and sponsors can watch the bouts”, Sentinel said. “However you will be pleased to know someone has sponsored you to fight”, Sentinel added. “What in the labyrinth?”, Brad asked excitedly. “No, not this time Ensign, but if you do well and the sponsor is pleased with the bout, I will sponsor you to fight in the labyrinth?”, Sentinel replied. “OK what’s the bout then?”, Brad asked. “It’s a private bout for members to view only”, Sentinel replied. “Against another species?”, Brad asked. “Yes but another mammalian this time”, Sentinel replied. “Could even be considered a very distant cousin of yours”, he added. “Another human here in this quadrant?”, Brad asked surprised and intrigued. “No a simian. I believe the species is called on your planet”, Sentinel replied. “An ape”, Brad exclaimed. “But their wild animals”, he added. “On your planet maybe but these simians or apes, are intelligent, reasoning, able to talk, also use and deploying modern technology”, Sentinel stated. “The sponsor wants to see one mammalian against another, that’s the deal take it or leave it Ensign”, Sentinel said.

Brad stayed silent, thinking he didn’t like the idea but he wanted to see and wrestle in the labyrinth, this would give him that chance. “OK, Sentinel, …. “I’ll do it”, Brad said. “Good Ensign I’m sure you would”, Sentinel said. “Your opponent the simian will be here in three days' time”, Sentinel added. “So soon”, Brad said. “Yes is that a problem for you, will you be available on that day?”, Sentinel asked. “No its fine I can get time off. They owe me lots of leave”, Brad replied. “Good, be ready in the late afternoon, brief attire only, I will contact you then”, Sentinel replied. “Good, I’ll look forward to it”, Brad said. The screen cleared Sentinel had cut the link. Brad wondered what he was letting himself in for, for the next three days, his anticipation making him constantly excited, much to the amusement of the Alterans on the space station. He sat waiting on the afternoon of the third day, dressed in a pair of brief, tight fitting, white cotton briefs. His console buzzed indicating an incoming message. Brad opened the screen, Sentinel’s face stared back at him. “Are you ready Ensign?”, Sentinel asked. “Yes, where do I have to go”, Brad replied. “I’m sending you the co-ordinates, feed them into your computer and have it transport you there”, Sentinel said. “I will, thank you”, Brad replied.

Brad fed the co-ordinates into his computer and ordered it to transport him there. Brad materialised in a large room with a high ceiling, the floor was covered with thick matting ideal for wrestling and fighting. There was no furniture in the room and no doors. Clearly the only way in or out was by transportation. There were only two other beings in the room. Sentinel an Alteran, Brad recognised his face. The other was a simian or ape, no doubt his opponent. The simian did resemble ape from earth is some respects. It had thick red fur, a head and face like a chimpanzee. It didn’t wear any clothing and it's genitals were clearly visible. But it stood upright like a human, and his bright intelligent eyes almost piercing as they stared at Brad. A wide simian grin filled its face as it looked at Brad.

Brad couldn’t help staring at the simian's genitals. They were not dissimilar to his own, being bright orange and totally hairless. He’d grown so used to the non-sexual Alterans that seeing a being with sexual organs was unusual, particularly one with similar ones to his own. “Hi Brad, ..this is Jaylo”, Sentinel said introducing the simian. “Jaylo this is Brad”, Sentinel said to Jaylo. “Hi Jaylo you must be my simian opponent”, Brad said. “Yes Brad, I am, you must be my naked ape, or should I say human opponent”, Jaylo replied. “I am”, Brad said. They stared at each other for a few minutes looking each other up and down. The more Brad looked the more impressed he was with Jaylo realising he would be a formidable opponent. He kept glancing down at Jaylo’s groin, that remained limp and flaccid, but he felt himself stiffening slightly in his tight, briefs and hoped it wouldn’t become too obvious.

Brad was conscious of Jaylo’s eyes studying his body and this only made his cock stiffen a little more. Brad was glad he wore briefs, as naked his growing excitement would have been obvious. Another simian grin crossed Jaylo’s face as if he were reading Brad’s thoughts.

OK, please take opposite corners of the mats”, Sentinel said breaking the silence. “Mats”, Brad asked confused as the whole floor was covered in the matting material. Then he noticed a large square of mats six metres by six metres, raised off the floor by about fifty millimetres, in the very centre of the room. Jaylo was already walking to the far end, Brad made for the nearest corner opposite the one Jaylo was heading for. “OK, this will be a fight to the finish, to see who is the strongest mammalian, human or simian”, Sentinel stated. “It will pit human ingenuity and intelligent evolution, against simian base instinct and brute strength”, Sentinel added. He was clearly addressing cameras in the ceiling as well as the two opponents. “Ensign Brad Redenski, engineer on the space station will fight for the humans”, Sentinel announced pointing to Brad’s corner. Jaylo pack leader of the Similarian entourage will fight for the simians”, Sentinel added, pointing to Jaylo’s corner. “OK Brad remove those please, this will be an Alteran rules match with no clothing allowed”, Sentinel said pointing to Brad’s tight, white, cotton briefs. “OK”, Brad replied, a little shocked and self-conscious. He slipped his briefs down to his knees and let them drop to the mats before kicking them clear of the mats.

Oh yes indeed, ..this match just got a lot more interesting”, Jaylo said staring at Brad’s genitals with a full simian leer on his face. “Sentinel if I win I want him as my prize for the night”, Jaylo said to Sentinel. “Agreed”, Sentinel replied. “What do I get if I win”, Brad asked, a little taken aback by Jaylo’s bold statement and clear sign of sexual lust after his body. “You get to see me torture this simian and shave his hairy body, and make the hair loss permanent”, Sentinel replied. “It was Jaylo’s turn to look aggrieved and concerned. “Agreed”, Brad said smiling at Jaylo. “OK you have seen the fighters, know the match and rules. Time to make your wagers”, Sentinel said to the cameras. “OK time to start your bout, and may the best mammalian win”, Sentinel said. “Don’t worry I will”, Jaylo replied. “I intend to have the naked human ape in more ways then one”, Jaylo added. “You haven’t won yet”, Brad said moving out of his corner. “No human but I soon will”, Jaylo relied moving out of his own corner.

Although Jaylo moved like a human his physiology was much more like a chimpanzee or ape as Brad found out to his cost. They came together in a classic wrestling embrace, arms and shoulders locked. Jaylo gave Brad a full simian grin as they tested each other’s strength. Jaylo was incredibly strong but Brad was able to counter him but only just. “You’re weak Ensign, as weak as you look”, Jaylo said as he forced Brad back a couple of steps. “Maybe but its not all brute strength”, Brad replied battling to hold his ground. “No, Ensign?”, Jaylo asked as he stared to force Brad's shoulders down despite Brad’s best efforts to stop him. “No Jaylo”, Brad replied, bringing his knee up into Jaylo’s belly. Jaylo grunted and gave ground, but didn’t double over like Brad hoped and expected. Brad decided to go on the offensive while he had the chance. Before Jaylo had fully regained his composure Brad reached down and grabbed Jaylo’s ankles. Brad yanked Jaylo’s legs from under him dropping him to the mats. Jaylo gasped in surprise then grunted as his bum hit the mats hard. “See what I mean”, Brad said.

Brad gasped when he felt his wrists grasped tightly. What. That’s impossible he thought, and he had hold of Jaylo’s ankles, and Jaylo’s arms were still on the mats above his head. Brad stared in shock, Jaylo feet were locked on his wrists in a tight grip. Jaylo’s feet wee just like a chimpanzee’s almost as dexterous as their hands. “Shit”, Brad moaned as Jaylo tightened his grip making Brad release his ankles. “Yes Ensign”, Jaylo said sitting up grabbing Brad a round the throat with both hands. “Fuck”, Brad gasped as Jaylo’s strong hands started to choke him. Brad tried to free his wrists but Jaylo’s grip was too tight. “No my little naked ape”, Jaylo said with a simian grin as he squeezed hard making it almost impossible for Brad to breathe. Brad was in trouble already, he couldn’t free his hands and Jaylo was choking him. Brad weakened, dropped to his knees. Brad weakened with every second, as Jaylo continued to choke him. His cock was stiffening as rapidly as his air was running out. “Just a little longer Ensign”, Jaylo said eyes beaming as Brad’s body started to relax and his knees started to sag.

Please”, Brad croaked almost about to pass out, his cock now fully erect, powered by a toxic mixture of fear and excitement. “Sorry Ensign there are no rules, no submissions, no mercy and no way you can stop me”, Jaylo replied releasing Brad’s wrists and throat, letting Brad slump to the mats. Brad dropped to the mats gasping for breath, he rolled onto his back, hands rubbing his throat, cock jutting up straight from his groin. “Wow, Ensign I didn’t know humans liked being choked so much”, Jaylo said when he noticed Brad’s erect cock standing to attention. “A bit small but very nice”, Jaylo said grabbing hold of Brad’s cock and squeezing it. “Oh shit no, ….my cock”, Brad gasped, his hands letting go of his throat and moving to protect his cock and balls. That was all Jaylo was waiting for, he opened his legs and wrapped them around Brad’s head.

But now I do, …..I’ll do some more”, Jaylo said trapping Brad’s head between his hard, hairy thighs. Jaylo flexed his thigh muscles, they looked quite small and compact compared to Brad’s. But as Brad found out to his cost they were solid and powerful as they crushed his head between them. “Oh fuck”, Brad croaked clawing desperately at Jaylo’s crushing hairy thighs.

Oh yes naked ape boy, a nice hard head scissors to hurt and excite you”, Jaylo said squeezing Brad’s head between his thighs. Brad knew Jaylo had him, Jaylo’s thighs were almost as powerful as an Alterans and Brad knew he wouldn’t be able to resist long. Jaylo kept squeezing, increasing the pressure making Brad weaker as pressure on his skull made him light headed. Brad was getting weaker and weaker, starting to slip away and he knew he couldn’t submit to escape, he couldn’t do anything. Brad, his head under intense pressure so much he was sure Jaylo would crack his skull, felt his body start to relax. Jaylo was putting him out and he was helpless to stop it. The only part of Brad’s body that didn’t relax was his hard, throbbing cock, that stayed defiantly erect. Brad had been desperately clawing at Jaylo’s crushing thighs. As his body relaxed, shut down by the intense pressure on his head, he stopped clawing and his arms dropped limp to the mats. “Got you Ensign, …my little naked ape”, Jaylo said gleefully when Brad’s arms dropped to the mats.

Mmmm you have nipples like me, …..smaller like your cock but they do look nice and sensitive”, Jaylo said poking Brad’s left nipple with his finger tip. Jaylo clasped Brad’s left nipple between his forefinger and thumb rolling it around and squeezing it. Jaylo loved the way Brad’s body tensed as he toyed with his nipple even though Brad’s body was weak and close to passing out. Jaylo liked the way Brad’s body flinched in response to him pinching Brad’s nipples. Jaylo started on both of Brad’s nipples while keeping him in the tight crushing head scissors. Jaylo liked the way Brad’s nipples quickly became stiff and erect from his stimulating fingers. “This is nice and its fun”, Jaylo said as he mercilessly teased Brad’s nipples. “But its time to put you out little naked monkey boy”, Jaylo said flexing his thigh muscles, squeezing harder, until Brad’s body went completely limp. “OK now you are out of it, ..its time to have a better look at your cock and balls naked monkey boy”, Jaylo said releasing Brad from his head scissors.

Brad lay on the mats on his back limp and unconscious, defenceless and totally vulnerable. Jaylo knelt between Brad’s legs and started to spread them apart. He didn’t stop until he had Brad’s legs spread wide apart almost in the full splits, which was easy, as his body was unconscious and relaxed. Jaylo used his left shoulder and both feet to keep Brad’s legs spread wide. With his legs spread wide Brad’s cock and balls were completely exposed and defenceless. His hard cock, poked up in the air from his hairless groin and his hairless balls hung vulnerable below. Jaylo smiled licking his lips and a cruel simian smile crossed his face as he reached out for Brad’s excited, defenceless cock. Jaylo grasped Brad’s hard cock in his right hand and squeezed it, and liked the way he made it get even harder. Jaylo noticed Brad’s foreskin easing back as he squeezed Brad’s cock. Intrigued, Jaylo peeled it all the way back exposing Brad's slick naked cock head. The grin and look on Jaylo’s face became positively evil as he stared at Brad’s peeled cock head. He teased it with his forefinger, caressing the tip of the arrowhead, making pre-cum fluid dribble from the tip.

Jaylo let go of Brad’s throbbing, excited cock and clasped his scrotum instead. He used his finger to probe Brad’s balls, rolling Brad’s scrotum around in his hand. Jaylo squeezed making Brad’s body flinch and twist even though he was still unconscious. “Mmm a humans cock and balls are even more sensitive than a Similarians”, Jaylo said to himself as he continued to play with Brad’s balls making Brad’s body flinch in response. Jaylo felt Brad’s body start to tense and knew Brad was coming round. “I know the perfect way to welcome the Ensign back”, Jaylo said with another wicked simian grin. Jaylo grabbed Brad’s hard cock with his right hand and Brad’s balls with his left, and continued to play with both. “Oh fuck what happened”, Brad moaned, coughing as he came to. “I put you out Ensign, you were too weak to withstand my head scissors”, Jaylo replied. “Fuck, ….tell me about it”, Brad moaned hands clasping his face. “Oh shit, my groin is killing me, just like my balls”, Brad gasped. Brad glanced down at his lower body and saw his legs spread apart and Jaylo holding his cock and balls. “Oh fuck no”, Brad moaned helplessly. “Yes naked little monkey boy. While you were out, I decided to have a little fun with your weak, soft, sensitive body”, Jaylo replied.

Oh shit, come on, let me go please”, Brad moaned. “No, not yet, Ensign, I haven’t finished exploring your body yet”, Jaylo replied. “I have one more thing to explore”, Jaylo added probing Brad’s arse with his forefinger. “Hey no, don’t do that”, Brad protested as Jaylo forced the tip of his forefinger up Brad’s arse. Brad couldn’t help squirming and gasping as Jaylo’s finger probed his arse. “Why Ensign you seem to be enjoying it?”, Jaylo asked, pushing his finger deeper into Brad’s arse. Brad gasped and shivered in excitement as Jaylo continued to probe Brad’s arse with his finger. “Please don’t, please stop”, Brad moaned a little less than convincingly. “Mmmm, you’re just like other young males when I master and subdue them”, Jaylo said. “Yes and just like them when I’ve mastered you Ensign I’m going to fuck you stupid”, Jaylo added.

Jaylo forced his forefinger all the way in, loving the way he made Brad squirm helplessly. Brad’s cock was even harder now leaking pre-cum fluid from the slick, flaring, peeled tip. Jaylo pulled his finger out of Brad’s arse and tickled his cock head, before releasing Brad from the painful groin stretch. “Time to wrestle you some more, ……get up”, Jaylo said climbing to his feet.

Brad lay on his back gasping for breath, very close to ejaculation. “Get up and wrestle Ensign, that’s why we are here”, Jaylo said as he stood over Brad. “No, give me a chance to get my breath back”, Brad replied. “No, naked monkey boy, get up now, .. or I’ll start on you where you are”, Jaylo said. “I thought you’d say that you bastard”, Brad replied struggling to his knees not wishing to be attacked while lying on his back. “Then why did you take so long to get up then Ensign?”, Jaylo asked, grabbing Brad’s right arm and dragging Brad to his feet. “Needed the rest”, Brad replied panting heavily, shaking off Jaylo’s grip on his arm. “Lets wrestle Ensign”, Jaylo said. “OK, ….OK”, Brad replied wiping the sweat from his brow, with his right hand. “No I mean right now Ensign”, Jaylo added. Jaylo stepped in close and wrapped his arms around Brad’s waist trapping Brad in a bear hug before he had a chance to resist. “Too slow Ensign, ……far too slow”, Jaylo said flexing his arm muscles and squeezing Brad’s ribs and lower back. “Oh shit that hurts”, Brad groaned as Jaylo crushed Brad’s waist with his bear hug. “That’s because its meant to Ensign”, Jaylo replied squeezing harder and pulling Brad tight into his body. Brad’s hairless human chest was pressed against Jaylo’s hairy simian chest, naked, shaved human genitals pressed against hairless simian genitals. “Fuck, my back”, Brad gasped grabbing Jaylo’s forearms and futilely trying to prise them open.

Oh no Ensign, you’re not getting out of my little rib tickling squeeze that easy”, Jaylo said keeping the crushing bear hug tightly applied to Brad’s waist. Brad couldn’t make any impression on Jaylo’s arms and just got weaker and weaker as Jaylo squeezed harder. Brad’s cock got harder as Jaylo squeezed harder, Brad’s hard excited cock was pressing into Jaylo semi-erect cock and was being excitedly squeezed between their bodies. “Ensign humans’ are just too weak to wrestle simians it seems”, Jaylo said as Brad’s arms dropped limp at his sides and his body relaxed. “You can’t even withstand my bear hug”, Jaylo added as Brad hung limp in his arms. Jaylo released Brad’s waist and he dropped to the mats with a dull thud and lay there moaning. “It seem the only thing that is defying me is your cock that has stayed resolutely hard”, Jaylo said staring down at Brad’s hard, excited cock, poking up in the air from his hairless groin. I’m not a total loss then?”, Brad asked staring up at Jaylo’s flaccid cock. “No not in every way Ensign”, Jaylo replied. “However I can’t have a human cock outshining a simian cock can I ”, Jaylo added, his orange hairless cock starting to stiffen and expand quickly.

Jaylo’s simian cock kept growing until it was half as long as Brad’s again and twice as thick, it jutted out from Jaylo’s hairy groin like a lance of hot throbbing simian flesh. “Shit”, Brad said gasping shock as he stared up at Jaylo’s large thick simian cock, jutting out for his hairy crotch. “Yes its time to go cock to cock, simian v human, Ensign”, Jaylo said. “I know just the thing to do it as well”, Jaylo added. Jaylo dropped to the mats and climbed on top of Brad. He pressed Brad’s arms to the mats above his head and slipped his legs between Brad’s. Jaylo entwined their ankles and spread Brad’s legs apart with a grapevine. Brad groaned as Jaylo spread his legs apart with the grapevine, spreading them wide straining Brad’s groin. Jaylo was lying full length on top of Brad, with Brad’s legs spread wide with his grapevine. Jaylo’s larger, thicker, hairless orange simian cock was pressing down on Brad’s smaller, thinner, hairless human cock. Brad moaned excitedly as Jaylo’s larger thicker simian cock pinned his smaller, thinner human cock beneath it. Jaylo’s simian cock easily mastered Brad’s human cock as easily as Jaylo’s simian body had mastered Brad’s human body.

Got you Ensign got your cock, got it where it belongs, under mine”, Jaylo said, a wicked simian grin set on his face as Brad squirmed helplessly underneath him. “Going to give to me again Ensign?”, Jaylo asked. “No I won’t”, Brad replied weakly, but defiantly. “Won’t you naked little monkey boy, ..won’t you”, Jaylo said. Jaylo pushed with his arms, stretching Brad’s arms and shoulders, he forced Brad’s legs wider apart with his grapevine. Jaylo used his harder thicker, cock to grind Brad’s smaller, thinner cock into Brad’s belly. “Oh shit, ..oh fuck”, gasped excitedly battling not submit under the tough three way assault. “How about now Ensign?”, Jaylo asked as Brad twisted and writhed underneath him. “No, …no”, Brad replied his body dripping with sweat as he fought to resist. “Come on monkey boy, we both know you are close to submitting, as close as you are to ejaculating”, Jaylo said. “Give now while you still have the choice of both or I will take both from you”, Jaylo warned. “OK, …OK, ….. I give, …. I give”, Brad gasped softly. “Thanks, little naked monkey boy”, Jaylo replied.

Although Brad had submitted Jaylo didn’t release him from the arm and shoulder stretch, grapevine, and cock pin. He kept Brad in the draining painful three-way hold, loving the way it made Brad writhe helplessly underneath him. “Come on, I gave. You have to break the hold”, Brad croaked hoarsely now even closer to ejaculation. “Do I Ensign?”, Jaylo asked, his eyes twinkling, his face set in a mocking simian grin. “Yes, you’re right I do”, Jaylo replied answering his own question after a few seconds of silence except for Brad’s squirming moans of excitement and pain. Jaylo released Brad and stood up. Brad sighed as the pressure was taken off his arms and shoulders and he was able to close his widely spread legs. But Brad’s greatest relief was having Jaylo’s larger, thicker simian cock off his smaller, thinner human cock as it was on the brink of ejaculation.

My, ..my Ensign you’re not much of a wrestle, …. well competition wise anyway”, Jaylo said as he stood over Brad. “Humans are weaker than simians not only physically but sexually as well it seems”, Jaylo added as he stared at Brad hard, excited cock still leaking copious amounts of pre-cum fluid. “I try my best”, Brad replied breathless all too aware of Jaylo’s simian eyes staring at his embarrassingly excited cock. “You clearly like losing and being mastered, …your excitement is so blatantly obvious”, Jaylo said. “Your little human cock is subservient to mine and I don’t have an erection”, Jaylo added. Brad didn’t reply, he just lay there, face red with embarrassment. “Don’t tell me Ensign, ..you want more time to recover again?”, Jaylo asked. “Yes of course I’m knackered”, Brad replied. “Well you’re not going to get it Ensign”, Jaylo said dropping to his knees beside Brad. Jaylo knelt on one knee beside Brad and reached down slipping his arms under Brad’s neck and upper thighs. Jaylo hoisted Brad up by his arms and draped him over his right knee. “I’ve had lots of fun watching human wrestling archive tapes and plenty of time perfecting the moves with younger male simians”, Jaylo said as he trapped Brad in a cross knee back breaker.


By Friar http://www.battle-annals.co.uk copyright 2008


This is part of a longer story full version available from battle-annals http:/www.battle-annals.co.uk Read about what other painful exciting things Jaylo does to Brad and his adventures with two other brutal aliens

Friday, 30 April 2021

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BLACK ON WHITE SQUASH JOB PART 2


Barry, was James’s wrestling friend and flatmate, James had wrestled the larger stronger black guy Jason after responding to his ad, in ‘Black on White Squash Job Part 1’. It was about a month since James had wrestled the bigger, stronger, Jason. Barry really wanted to meet and wrestle Jason despite James’s warning not to. James’s account of what had happened and his recollections of the one sided wrestling kept playing on Barry’s mind until he made up his mind to contact Jason. It took Barry a little while to find the ad, first he scanned all the gay magazines before trying the phone ads and striking gold. Barry read the ad again, he was in a call box, trying to pluck up the courage to ring the number.


LARGE MUSCULAR BLACK GUY SEEKS OTHER GUYS FOR WRESTLING. I'M PARTICULARLY INTERESTED IN MEETING WHITE GUY’S FOR WHAT WILL BE THE MATCH YOU'LL NEVER FORGET. JASON 020 17878789


True enough, I don’t think James will forget it in a hurry, Barry thought to himself. He’d picked up the phone three times and the replaced it each time as hesitation became too much for him. Finally the fourth time Barry dialled the number his cock was hard in his Lycra cycling shorts and his heart was thumping in his chest. “Hi this is Jason, how can I help you”, Jason strong voice said in Barry’s ear. “You don’t know me my name is Barry and I’m responding to your wrestling ad”, Barry replied. “I’d like to wrestle you”, he added. “Well Barry, lots of guys want to wrestle me”, Jason replied. “Tell me about yourself, … before I commit myself”, Jason added. “OK, ..my name is Barry I’m white 26 5’ 9”, 170 lb with blonde cropped hair”, Barry said. “Good I like you so far, …. tell me more”, Jason said. “I like submission style wrestling but prefer to wrestle in amateur gear singlet, shoes and ear protectors”, Barry said. “What no jock boy?”, Jason asked. “Sorry yes a jock as well, didn’t think it important”, Barry replied. “Never forget a jock boy its the most important bit of amateur gear as far as I’m concerned”, Jason said.

Sorry I’ll remember that”, Barry said. “I think I’m quite an experienced submission wrestler, I wrestle regularly with my flatmates, I think you know one, James, he wrestled you recently”, Barry added. “Yes the cute little skin head, I loved working him over”, Jason replied. “You a skin head too?”, Jason asked. “No, not really I just have the hair style”, Barry replied. “Pity, I really like making white skin heads suffer on the mats”, Jason said. “Never mind, I like what I’ve heard about you so far”, Jason added. “So you want to fight me Barry a little weaker white guy, why?”, Jason asked. “I like the idea of wrestling with a much bigger and stronger black guy”, Barry replied. “How about losing do you like that idea, because believe me boy, that’d what you will do if you hit the mats with me, lose?”, Jason asked. “Well I figured that’s what would happen, that’s what happened to James”, Barry replied.

Well I suppose James told you a lot about me”, Jason said. “Yes quite a bit that’s why I’m ringing, it turned me on what you did to him”, Barry replied. “Well Barry I’ll remind you about me”, Jason said. “Then you will get your first chance to back out if you want”, Jason added. “I won’t back out if you give me a chance”, Barry replied. “OK boy I'm 6'5 230 lbs of hard solid black muscle, and I'm a very good, very strong and experienced wrestler”, Jason said. “I love wrestling and beating smaller white guys, beating them into the mats until they cry for mercy, but I don’t show any”, Jason added. Barry didn’t reply he was thinking about wrestling with Jason after what Jason had just said, and his cock was now so hard it was nearly bursting out of his Lycra cycle shorts . “You’ve gone quiet boy, chickening out, ….. changed your mind?”, Jason asked after a prolonged pause. “No sorry just day dreaming about wrestling with you”, Barry replied. “Still want to then boy?”, Jason asked. “Yes more than ever”, Barry replied.

OK how about next week Wednesday evening?”, Jason asked. “Yeah that OK, …. I can’t wait”. Barry replied. “OK, take down the address boy”, Jason said. Barry wrote the address down as instructed. “OK boy come on Wednesday at six o’clock”, Jason said. “Bring a singlet, shoes your ear protectors and a jock”, Jason added. “I’ll be there with them don’t worry”, Barry replied. “Good but don’t get too enthusiastic boy, you be wrestling to my rules, amateur style but my rules”, Jason said. “I’ll wrestle you, your style first, if you don’t get a pin or submission put of me you have to wrestle me my style”, Jason added. “OK, I’m sure when we wrestle my style I’ll get at least one pin or submission from you”, Barry replied. “If you do boy you get the option to wrestle me again my style, or you don’t you have to wrestle me again my style agreed?”, Jason asked. “Agreed I think”, Barry replied. “Well be sure boy if you don’t agree now you don’t come”, Jason said. “That’s the condition take it or leave it boy”, Jason added. “OK I agree”, Barry replied. “Good see you Wednesday boy”, Jason said and put the phone down. Barry smiled broadly he was going to wrestle with Jason a larger stronger more experienced black guy, a guy he knew had virtually annihilated James his flat mate and wrestling friend. A cold shiver ran down Barry’s spine at the thought of it.

Barry felt dizzy with excitement and anticipation, as he rode home on his mountain bike his cock bulging in his skin tight Lycra. When Barry got into his flat, James and Craig were wrestling in the lounge. They were stripped to their briefs. James had Craig in a tight head scissors while leaning over and punching Craig in the belly and chest. Both of them were hard and excited tenting their tight briefs, Craig was the hardest and most excited, as he was on the receiving end. “Hi guys, ….. having fun?”, Barry asked. “Of course, isn’t it obvious”, James replied stroking his hard cock through his bulging white briefs. “What you so excited about?”, James asked his eyes glued on the front of Barry’s bulging Lycra. “The though of coming home and wrestling you two of course”, Barry replied. “Good, you’ve come at the right moment then, the Runt here won’t submit”, James said. “Will you Runt?”, James asked squeezing Craig’s trapped head between his thighs. “No, fuck off”, Craig gasped softly. “See what I mean”, James said. “Come on help me persuade him”, James added. “Great, …. I love making the Runt suffer and submit”, Barry replied.

Barry dropped down and joined James and Craig on the floor. “Hi Runt, … I’m here now, …. want to submit now?”, Barry asked. “No, ….. fuck you too”, Craig replied. “Oh well it looks like I’ll have to help James persuade you then”, Barry said. Barry pushed Craig’s legs apart and knelt between them, then started to force them even wider. He didn’t stop until he had Craig nearly in a full splits, Barry used his knees to keep Craig’s legs apart, freeing his hands. Craig gasped as his legs were spread painfully wide stretching his already tight light blue briefs even more. Barry stared at the outline of Craig’s huge cock curved round the top of his left thigh. Barry reached out and cupped the bulge beneath Craig’s huge curved cock and cupped Craig’s scrotum in his hands.

Sure you don’t want to give Runt?”, Barry asked squeezing Craig’s balls lightly. “No, …… fuck off”, Craig replied breathlessly, tensing as Barry squeezed his balls. “Glad you said that Runt, …… it means I can do this”, Barry said squeezing Craig’s balls hard. “Bastard”, Craig hissed twisting and flinching in pain as Barry squeezed his balls. James clamped his head scissors on tighter to keep Craig still and started to punch Craig in the belly again. Craig struggled violently gasping in agony as James and Barry mercilessly worked him over. Barry had Craig’s thighs spread painfully wide and was squeezing his balls. James had Craig in a skull cracking head scissors and was pounding Craig’s belly with his fist. Sweat poured off Craig’s aching, abused body as he tried to endure his two flatmates torture.

You can give anytime you like Runt”, James said. “Just say I submit”, he added. “Yeah, go on Runt submit, ….. or I’ll have to start on your cock as well”, Barry said running his forefinger lightly up and down the length of Craig’s large cock. “Oh you bastard”, Craig moaned weakly. He was just about managing to endure the ball punishment, head scissors and belly abuse, teasing his cock was the last straw. Craig’s cock quickly hardened to a full erection, stretching the thin cotton of his briefs to the breaking point as it fought to escape its confinement. “Come on Runt, … give”, James demanded. “Yes Runt is give or cum”, Barry said. “I might have to start working your cock even harder”, Barry added. Barry grabbed Craig’s huge hard cock and squeezed it hard, making him squirm helplessly “Ohhhh, fucking hell, …… OK I give, you bastards, …… I give”, Craig gasped weakly, struggling on the brink of ejaculation.

About time Runt, …. about time”, James said releasing Craig from the head scissors. “That’s one submission to me boy”, he added. “Yeah Runt you lost the first fall”, Barry said letting go of Craig’s cock and balls. Barry stood up and sat down on the sofa that had been pushed against the wall to make room for wrestling. Craig rolled onto his back and lay their moaning, chest heaving, his huge erect cock still trying to burst out of his briefs. “You’re one down, with one to go Runt”, James said. “When you ready to continue let me know”, James added as he knelt waiting for Craig to recover. “You only got that one because Barry helped you”, Craig replied. “Bullshit, I’d have got you sooner or later anyhow”, James said. “Bollocks, you’d had me in the head scissors for ages it was going nowhere”, Craig replied. “It was only when you both had me, that I was forced to submit”, Craig added. “That sounds like a challenge Runt”, James said. “You can take it anyway you want”, Craig replied rolling over and getting to his knees.

You challenging me then Runt to see who’ll get the next pin fall or submission?”, James asked. “Yes, you bet”, Craig replied. “Challenged accepted boy”, James said. “Loser has to suck the winner off”, he added. “No problem I’ll make you eat my whole fucking cock”, Craig replied. “Come on then Runt lets see you try”, James said beckoning Craig forward. “Just give me a few minutes to get my breath back and it will be a pleasure”, Craig said raising his hands. “And your cock down as well I suppose”, Barry quipped. “Very funny, you’ve done enough damage already thanks”, Craig retorted. “Besides, your hardly limp yourself”, he added glancing at the bulging crotch of Barry’s Lycra. “I always aim to please”, Barry said. “That’s all right Runt, take all the time you want, …you’re going to need it”, James said.

Yes take your time its quite nice sitting here watching you two wrestle it out”, Barry said. “Also joining in occasionally”, he added. “When invited”, Craig replied. “When I get the Runt again, take it you’re invited”, James said. “Same for me when I get him”, Craig said. An idea came into Barry’s head as he sat waiting for Craig and James to wrestle again. The thought of wrestling and more than likely losing to Jason was still on Barry’s mind and that was what was keeping his cock hard in his skin tight Lycra, helped of course by his two flat mate’s sexy wrestling. Barry didn’t want to wait he wanted to be worked over now. So Barry was sure if he wound James and Craig up enough they would turn on him and work him over. Craig was no doubt ready now after Barry helped James double team Craig. He only had to do the same to James and then berate both of them and he was sure they would turn on him. Barry’s cock got even harder as he hatched the plot in his head, thinking of what would happen to him when they double-teamed him.

You ready yet Runt?”, James asked. “I’m falling to sleep here”, James added. “More than ready”, Craig replied. “Who do you think will take this one”, Craig asked Barry. “Not sure”, Barry replied. “But I hope its you, .. I’d love to help you work over James”, Barry added. “I’ll see what I can do then”, Craig said. “All you’ll do Runt is lose again”, James said staring sternly at Barry. “I’m only human mate”, Barry said to James. “Can’t blame me if I help who ever has the other down in a sexy double team work over can you”, Barry added. “I suppose not”, James replied. But you just seem a little over eager to help the Runt out all of a sudden”, James added. “I don’t care whoever is down I’ll help double team”, Barry said smiling inwardly as he got funny looks from Craig and James.

OK Runt lets go”, James said moving to the centre of the mats, where he knelt waiting for Craig. “OK I’m ready to kick your arse”, Craig replied walking over and standing in front of James. “Kneeling Runt, ……. Kneeling”, James said staring up at Craig. “Whatever”, Craig replied dropping to his knees. “OK lets see how strong you are Runt”, James said raising his hands above his head wiggling his fingers, inviting Craig to do the same. Craig complied and they locked fingers, arms raised above their heads. “Sucker, ……. you know I’m stronger than you Runt”, James sneered and the started to wrestle. “I’m OK, ….. I can look after myself”, Craig replied as he struggled to hold James back. “I suppose this is handling yourself is it Runt?”, James asked as he started to force James arms back. “No, …. Just getting myself in the right position”, Craig replied. “For what runt?”, James asked. “This of course”, Craig replied driving his right knee hard into James’s belly.

Fuck”, James groaned as Craig’s right knee was driven hard into his belly. Craig kept hold of James’s hands preventing him from doubling over until he’d delivered a left knee to the same spot. “Fucker”, James cursed as he doubled over finally freed from Craig’s grip and clasping his aching belly. “No slouching now tough guy”, Craig said grabbing hold of James by the throat and straightening him up. “Let go of me you little fucker, you’re going to pay for this big time”, James moaned. “No you aren’t tough guy”, Craig replied driving his right fist hard between James’s open legs. Fuccccck”, James croaked as Craig hit him hard in the balls. James dropped to the mats doubled right up and lay there moaning in agony. “OK, … now I’ve got you down just need a good hold to make you submit”, Craig said as he knelt over James doubled up in agony. “Ohh my fucking balls, ….. I’m going to kill you for this Runt”, James gasped angrily. “Oh yeah like I believe you, you’re in no position to threaten me”, Craig replied punishing James with a hard kidney punch. “”Oh you little fucker,…Runt”, James grunted in pain.

Craig smiled as he knelt over James still doubled up on his side. Craig rolled James onto his belly and grabbed James’s right leg. Craig pulled James’s right leg back towards James’s head. “A nice single leg Boston should do it I think”, Craig said as he applied the hold to James’s right leg. Craig pulled James’s leg right back until the back of James’s heel was pressed into the back of his thigh. “Want to say something?”, Craig asked. “Huh, ….. do me a favour”, James replied scornfully. “You’ve no chance of getting a submission with this move”, he added. “Don’t think so?”, Craig asked placing his left hand under James’s right knee. “I know so”, James replied. “Sure about that?”, Craig asked lifting James’s right leg up and bending it back further. “Yes, you little arsehole”, James replied. “I’m going to make you submit with this hold believe me”, Craig said forcing James’s leg back even further. “Only in your dreams Runt”, James sneered. “Well let me tell you boy, ….. I have very vivid dreams”, Craig said really clamping on the single leg Boston.

Bastard, …… you little bastard”, James moaned as he suffered in the single leg Boston. “Just give it up then tough guy”, Craig replied. “To you Runt, ……. never”, James groaned. “Well I’m going to keep you in this hold until you do boy”, Craig said. “Think you’re tough enough to take it”, Craig asked forcing James’s leg a little further back drawing painful groans from him. “Come on, I’ve done your belly, your balls, and now I’m doing your leg”, Craig said. “How much more pain do you think you can take?”, Craig asked. “Any amount you can dish out Runt, ….. and then some”, James replied defiantly. “Good because I love hurting you”, Craig said. “It makes me so horny and I get real mean when I’m horny”, Craig added.

Craig kept James in the single leg Boston. He had James’s right leg acutely bent back towards his head really straining thigh muscle and hamstrings. Sweat dripped off James’s aching body as he battled to endure the painful leg hold. He was still suffering from the knee to the belly and the punch to the balls, coupled with the vicious single leg Boston was pushing the pain close to his endurance level. “I’ve got you boy and we both know it, so give it up”, Craig demanded. “No, never”, James gasped weakly. “OK looks like I need your help to convince the tough guy to give”, Craig said to Barry. “Care to join us?”, Craig asked inviting Barry onto the mats. “My pleasure”, Barry replied dropping down to the mats. “You can have his left leg”, Craig said. “Another single leg Boston?”, Barry asked. “Of course what else, ….. time to really make the tough guy suffer”. Craig replied. “What a beautiful sentiment”, Barry replied taking hold of James’s left leg. “I’ll get you back for this, you bastard”, James groaned as Barry applied a single leg Boston to James’s left leg.

Yeah lets see how long you last now tough guy”, Craig said gleefully as he watched Barry force James’s left leg right back. Barry didn’t stop until he had James’s left leg bent back towards his head as acutely as Craig had his right leg. “Come give it up boy”, Craig demanded. “No fuck you both”, James spat painfully, sweat pouring off his aching body. Both his legs were burning with pain the thigh muscles and sinews painful stretched and strained. “Still need persuading then boy”, Barry quipped as he kept James’s left leg pulled right back with his left arm and started to punch James’s left thigh muscles with his right fist. “Yeah come on give it up”, Craig sad copying Barry’s lead and punching James’s right thigh muscles. “Oh shit come on guys you are already just about breaking my legs”, James gasped. “Then some nice juicy dead legs won’t go amiss either then”, Barry said punching harder. “Yeah tough guy we are going to keep this up until you either give or cum”, Craig said punching harder.

Oh you pair of evil fuckers”, James moaned almost delirious from the intense pain in his leg muscles. “I think if we keep it up long enough he’ll do both”, Barry said. “Great idea, forget the submission boy, I want to keep this up till you cream your pants”, Craig replied with a wild glint in his eye. “OK you two evil fuckers, ….. I give”, James sighed. “Louder boy, with more feeling”, Craig demanded. “I give, … I fucking give”, James moaned louder. “No say I give sir”, Barry ordered. “OK, … OK, …. I give sir”, James gasped. “Wimp”, Craig said as he let go of James’s right let. “Wanker”, Barry sneered as he freed James’s left leg. Barry got up and left Craig and James on the mat. He sat on the couch and watched James roll onto his back and lay the panting heavily, sweat running off his abused body. Craig smiled at Barry as he slipped his hand inside the front of James’s bulging briefs. Although James had suffered in the double single leg Boston, that made him so hard his cock was trying to burst out of his bulging white briefs.

Want to give me the winning submission now tough guy?”, Craig asked as he cupped James’s balls in the palm of his right hand. “Hey, …..what. ….. Runt, you sneaky littler fucker”, James gasped in shock as he felt Craig grab hold of his balls. “Was that a yes or a no?”, Craig asked squeezing James’s balls. “Ahh fuck you bastard let go”, James moaned as Craig squeezed his balls. “Only when you submit boy”, Craig replied. “Never to you a second time”, James replied. “Sure tough guy?”, Craig asked squeezing harder. “No, you fucking little bastard Runt”, James groaned. “Then I’ll keep squeezing till you do boy”, Craig replied. James sat up and grabbed Craig’s wrist and tried to pull Craig’s hand out of his briefs. “Huh no chance tough guy”, Craig said squeezing harder. “Oh fuck my balls Runt”, James gasped painfully. He abandoned his attempt to get Craig’s hand out off his briefs and went on the attack instead.

OK Runt, two can play at that game”, James said as he slipped his hand inside Craig’s tight blue briefs. “You can either let go and defend your own balls Runt, or it will be a Mexican stand off”, James added as he rummage around in Craig’s briefs until he found his balls. “I’ve got you better and harder”, Craig replied. “Have you runt?”, James asked squeezing Craig’s balls. “Ah fuck my balls, my balls”, Craig moaned as James squeezed them hard. “Take that tough guy”, Craig moaned squeezing James’s balls even harder. James responded by upping the ante on Craig’s balls. “That’s it James fucking give it to his balls”, Barry shouted in encouragement. “Whose side you one?”, Craig asked breathlessly. “No-one’s, I just like seeing you two hurt each other’s balls”, Barry replied. “You’ve got the head start on him Runt don’t waste it, .. waste those testicles of his instead”, Barry added.. “I’ll deal with you when I’ve finished with the Runt”, James said. “Promises, …promises”, Barry quipped.

James and Craig carried on squeezing each other’s balls, both refusing to let go or give up. Barry continued to cheer them both on urging merciless attacks on each other’s balls. Sweat ran off their bodies as they battled to endure painful the double ball squeeze. They both still refused to stop of give in carrying on until they both slumped on the mats hardly able to move still working on each other’s balls. “OK,…. I’ll let go, if you let go”, Craig gasped barley able to speak above a whisper. “OK Runt, so will I”, James whispered hoarsely. “What a pair of fucking girlie wimps”, Barry sneered. “Can’t take it either of you can you”, he added scornfully.

Craig and James both let go and withdrew their hands from each other’s briefs, flopping back to the mats where they lay panting heavily, their bodies running with sweat. “Nice double knackering guys, but it was a draw”, Barry said. “Seems neither of you can get a submission without my help”, he added. “Fuck off”, James snapped. “Yeah fuck you”, Craig said softly. “I bet I could take both of you together”, Barry said. “Maybe now, but not in a few minutes”, James replied. “Either or both I’m sure you two are just wimps”, Barry quipped. “That a challenge?”, James asked. “Yeah singularly or together which ever”, Barry replied. “My pleasure, give me five and I’m your man”, James replied. “I’m sure the Runt is in as well”, James added. “You bet, if he’s dumb enough to take us both on together”, Craig said. Barry smiled to himself as a tingle of fear and anticipation ran down his spine. “Huh the way you two gave up after a few little ball squeezes, means you’ll be a piece of cake”, Barry said. “OK, when we get you down we are going to show you just how painful those little ball squeezes can be”, James replied.

Right you have just five minutes then before I sort you both out”, Barry said. Barry waited glancing at his watch as the five minutes ticked by. OK boys times up”, Barry said standing up. James and Craig were lying on the mats, the sweat had just about dried on their bodies. “I’m ready, come down and join us”, James replied getting to his knees. “Yeah down here now boy”, Craig said getting to his knees beckoning to Barry. “No problem”, Barry said dropping to his knees on the mats in front of James and Craig. James was wearing just his tight white briefs and Craig his tight blue briefs. Barry wore his tight fitting figure hugging black and yellow Lycra cycling top, with matching black and yellow skin-tight Lycra cycle shorts.

I’m going to enjoy kicking both your arses”, Barry said. “OK Runt, …lets get him”, James said. “OK, I so want to rip that tight sexy Lycra off him”, Craig replied. James threw himself at Barry and Barry countered by punching James in the belly. James groaned as Barry caught him in the belly with a hard punch and he doubled over holding his belly. “Best you can do?”, Barry asked as James doubled over. As Barry reached out to grab James’s head, Craig attacked. “Don’t forget me, you’re wrestling both of us remember”, Craig said grabbing Barry round the neck applying a headlock. “Don’t worry Runt, I haven’t”, Barry replied back elbowing Craig in the ribs. “Fuck”, Craig gasped as he was elbowed in the ribs.

Barry shrugged Craig off and let him drop back to the mats. James was just straightening up, so free of Craig’s headlock Barry barged into James, knocking James to the mats. Barry jumped on top of James as he lay on his back on the mats. James was trying to get up when Barry dropped down heavily on top of him knocking the air out of his lungs. Barry positioned himself astride James’s upper body and tried to pin James’s arms to the floor. “Not doing very well either of you”, Barry said as he started to force James’s arms down towards the mat. “You haven’t got me yet”, James replied fighting back, resisting, Barry’s attempts to force his arms down. “I’m not out of it yet either”, Craig said from behind as he grabbed hold of Barry’s right leg.

Huh get off me Runt”, Barry said kicking, trying to shrug Craig off. “Huh not this time boy”, Craig replied, yanking on Barry’s leg nearly unbalancing him. Barry was forced to let go of James’s hands so he could turn round to tackle Craig. “Oh no, you’re not going anywhere”, James said grabbing Barry’s wrists and stopping him from moving. Craig yanked harder on Barry’s right leg and Barry couldn’t keep his balance and dropped down on top of James. Craig kept hold of Barry’s leg and pushed it back towards Barry’s head applying a reverse leg press. “Well done Runt, you take care of that end and I’ll take care of this end”, James said. Barry struggled trying to free his wrists from James’s grip, but was hampered by his lack of movement thanks to Craig’s reverse leg press. “Huh you’re not going anywhere we’ve got you now and you’re going to get it”, James said as he kept hold of Barry’s wrists, despite Barry’s frantic struggles. “Fuck, …… shit”, Barry moaned as continued to struggle with James to free his wrists. Craig had landed a couple of hard rabbit punches to his kidneys while he had Barry still trapped in the reverse leg press.

Nice fist work Runt, …… help me roll him over”, James said. Craig released Barry’s right leg and helped James roll Barry onto his back. James kept hold of Barry’s wrist pinning them to the floor above Barry’s head beneath his knees, as he knelt on Barry’s shoulders facing his feet. Craig climbed astride Barry’s knees and pinned then down under his own. They had Barry pinned down helpless his body completely exposed and undefended. James grabbed and pinched Barry’s nipples through the thing Lycra cycling top, making him gasp and squirm. Craig drove his right fist into Barry’s belly making Barry grunt. “Quality Runt, …. give him a few more”, James said, letting go of Barry’s nipples and clawing his pecs instead. Craig drove another couple of hard rights into Barry’s belly making his flinch in pain. “Little Bastard”, Barry moaned glaring at Craig. “Yeah you better believe it boy”, Craig replied pushing Barry’s Lycra top up exposing his naked belly. Craig drove his fist into Barry’s naked belly just below the navel. “Fuck”, Barry moaned in pain. “More Runt, ……more”, James shouted. “Try and stop me”, Craig replied driving another hard right into Barry’s belly.

Wimp”, sneered Barry. “Wimp this tough guy”, Craig replied driving several hard left right combinations into Barry’s belly making him squirm in pain. “Who’s the wimp now?”, Craig asked as he clawed Barry’s belly. “I want some of this too”, James said pulling Barry’s top up higher exposing his nipples. Barry’s nipples were hard and erect far too tempting a target for James to ignore, James grabbed and pinched Barry’s hard naked nipples mercilessly making Barry twist and flinch violently underneath him. At the same time Craig drove several more left right punches into Barry’s belly. Barry’s cock stiffened to a full erection as he suffered pinned helplessly underneath Craig and James. Barry was hurting, but loving it, thinking about being helpless under Jason. “OK Runt, lets punch him out big time”, James suggested. “Great idea”, Craig replied and they started to drive left and tight punches into Barry’s defenceless upper body. James concentrating on Barry chest and Craig on his belly.

Barry twisted and writhed as Craig and James’s four fists pounded his upper body. Barry’s chest and belly had turned red from repeated blows. “Who getting their arse kicked now?”, James asked as he continued to pound Barry’s chest. “Yeah not so tough now are you boy”, Craig said as he stopped punching Barry’s belly and started clawing it. “Nice one Runt, think I’ll join you”, James said and he stopped punching Barry’s chest and started clawing his pecs. “Do you think his skin looks much more healthy now its nice and red?”, Craig asked as he clawed Barry’s belly with both hands. “It sure does Runt, .. but it isn’t red enough yet”, James replied. “I know just the cure for that”, he added. James slapped Barry’s chest hard delivering a full stinking slap. “See what I mean Runt”, James said as the skin where his slap had landed started to go a darker red. “I sure do”, Craig replied slapping Barry’s belly hard, making him gasp in pain. Craig and James started to slap Barry’s upper body really hard, over and over again. They didn’t stop until the skin of his upper body was a fiery red colour, sore and very tender. The only had to run their fingers lightly over Barry’s chest or belly to make him gasp and moan.

That’s lovely, …..lovely”, James said as he ran his fingers over Barry’s bright red sensitive skin. He enjoyed making Barry flinch as he caressed his sore sensitive skin. “Horny as well making him suffer like this”, Craig said poking his finger into Barry’s navel. “OK Runt, … that’s his upper body sorted out”, James said. “Lets do his legs next”, James added. “Several juicy dead legs should do the trick”, Craig replied. “Like your style Runt”, James said. “Get his trainers, and cycle shorts off, I want to work his naked thighs over”, James added. Craig smiled as he pulled Barry’s trainers off and threw them across the room. He then pulled Barry’s cycle shorts down to Barry’s knees, exposing Barry’s brief cut tight sexy black cotton slip. “Good work Runt, ….. I’ll get his top right off, while you finish off his shorts”, James said. James eased back off Barry’s shoulders and pulled Barry’s tight thin Lycra top off over his head. Craig pulled Barry’s thin tight Lycra cycle shorts off, stripping Barry to his brief black slip.

The pervert is enjoying it”, James said pointing at the large bulge in Barry’s tight, brief, black slip. “Yeah like to be hurt it seems”, Craig replied. “Well we certainly won’t disappoint him then will we”, James said. “He’s more than ready now Runt lets roll him over again”, James added. James and Craig rolled Barry onto his belly and James moved to join Craig at Barry’s feet. “OK Runt you take the left side I’ll take the right”, James ordered. James knelt beside Barry’s right upper leg and Craig knelt before Barry’s left upper leg. They both grabbed one of Barry’s ankles and pulled Barry’s leg back towards his head. They didn’t stop until they had Barry’s legs bent right back with the back of his heels pressing into the back of his thighs. Barry moaned as his leg and thigh muscles were stretched in the double reverse leg press. James and Craig positioned themselves so they could pull Barry’s legs back even further almost raising his thighs off the mats. Barry moaned louder as his thigh muscles and sinew were stretched tight.

Ready Runt?”, James asked as he kept Barry’s right leg pulled right back with his left hand freeing his right hand. “Yes”, Craig replied, keeping Barry’s left leg pulled right back with his right hand, freeing his let hand. “Time to work on his stretched and bent thigh muscles”, James said. “Yeah dead leg time”, Craig replied punching Barry in the left thigh. “So true Runt, ….. so true”, James said driving his fist into the centre of Barry’s bent and stretched right thigh. “Fuck, you bastards”, Barry groaned. “You better believe it boy”, James replied driving another couple of hard right punches into Barry’s right thigh. “I’m going to really fucking dead leg you boy”, Craig said punching Barry’s left thigh as hard as he could several times. “Yeah that’s it lets fuck his legs up”, James replied as he continued to pound Barry’s right thigh. Barry gasped and groaned as both his thighs were pounded mercilessly. Pain shot thorough his thigh muscles making them cramp up and go numb. As the numbing pain increased with every punch Barry’s cock got harder and was throbbing wildly in his tight black slip.

James and Craig continued pounding Barry’s tightly bent and stretched thighs mercilessly. As the numbing pain got worse so did Barry’s excitement and arousal. On top of his suffering at Craig and James’s hands he knew unless they stopped soon he would cum as well. Barry was now battling not only to endure the punishment but struggling not to cum, not wishing to give Craig and James’s the satisfaction of knowing they’d made him cum. He wondered how much longer he could last as his thigh punishment continued. “OK Runt that’s fucked his legs up”, James said releasing Barry’s right leg. “Time to start on his arse”, James added. “OK”, Craig replied delivering one more hard punch to Barry’s thigh before releasing his left leg. Barry sighed softly as the thigh pounding ended and he was able to straighten his legs, easing the strain on his tightly bent and stretched thigh muscles. “Enjoy that did you boy?”, James asked. “Fuck off”, Barry replied softly. “Well if you liked that you’ll love this”, James added delivering a stinging slap to Barry’s right buttock.

Yeah tough guy you’re going to love this”, Craig said slapping Barry’s left buttock hard. “Shit”, Barry gasped as he took two stinging slaps to his arse. James and Craig started to land stinging slaps to Barry’s arse one after the other increasing the speed and intensity with every other slap. “Fuck, ….. shit”, Barry gasped breathlessly as the stinging slaps turned his buttock dark red and made then incredibly sore. Even more worrying for Barry the stinging slaps were even more exciting than the thigh pounding. “Ohh god stop, ……stop please”, Barry pleaded. Fuck, ……..fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk”, he gasped as he lost control and cum in his tight black slip. “OK boy we will, ….. I think you’ve learnt your lesson now”, James said. “Yeah not as tough or good as you thought you were are you?”, Craig said. “OK Runt lets see what our handy work has done”, James said pulling the back off Barry’s black slip down baring Barry’s buttocks.

Wow,….. how fucking horny”, Craig said as he ran his hand over Barry’s dark red buttocks making Barry flinch. “Yeah I bet they are nice a tender now”, James said running his fingers light over Barry’s dark red well spanked buttocks making Barry catch his breath. “OK Runt lets shower and leave the loser where he is”, James said. “Yeah see you later loser”, Craig said as they left Barry lying face down on the mats dark red buttocks still exposed. He was still in the same position about an hour later when the returned fully dressed. Hey you can’t stay there all night we have to clear up”, James said. Barry moaned but struggled wearily to his feet pulling the back of his slip up to cover his red buttocks. “The bathroom is all yours”, Craig said. “Looks like you enjoyed it”, Craig added staring at the damp patch on the front of Barry black slip.

Barry nodded and staggered wearily to the bathroom. Craig and James removed the mats and put all the furniture back in position while Barry ran himself a bath. Barry had a long soak in the bath that eased the aches and pains in his limbs. His thighs were particularly sensitive after taking so many dead legs. The heat of the water and exhaustion of his wrestling session overcame Barry as he lay in the bath and he closed his eyes. When he opened them again some time later Craig was kneeling by the bath with his hand over the side. Craig was playing with Barry cock and it was hard, the head sticking out of the water Craig had peeled right back. “Hi Runt, …… enjoying yourself”, Barry asked. “Yes I just fancied making you cum again”, Craig replied as he continued to wank Barry’s cock. “Well you are certainly going the right way about it”, Barry said catching his breath as ripples of excitement ran from his cock right through his body. “Also I wanted to pay you back for setting me up in that double ball squeezing contest”, Craig said releasing Barry’s cock and slipping his hand below the water.

The hot water had relaxed Barry’s body and his balls hung low, totally vulnerable. Craig fished around until he located Barry’s low hanging balls and closed his hand around them. “Going to try and stop me tough guy?”, Craig asked as he stared into Barry’s eyes. “No”, Barry replied his body tensing as he felt Craig’s hand close round his relaxed low hanging balls. “Good, I know you enjoyed being worked over by both of us”, Craig said softly squeezing Barry’s balls. “I’m pretty sure you planned the whole thing, pissed us both off so we would both work you over”, Craig added as she slowly increased the pressure on Barry’s balls. “You’re probably right Runt”, Barry replied with an edge to his voice as the pain in his balls was growing with every second. “Only, probably, …… remember I’ve got your balls completely got them tough guy”, Craig said trippling the pressure on Barry’s balls with on quick squeeze. “I fucking know Runt their my balls remember”, Barry gasped in reply. “Well want me to stop then tough guy?”, Craig asked. “No give them the works Runt”, Barry replied. “Both hands?”, Craig asked slipping his other hand into the water. “Yeah”, Barry replied eyes closed, as his cock slipped below the water deflated by the high pain level in his balls.

OK you asked for it tough guy and you’re going to get it”, Craig said separating Barry’s balls and cupping them in the palm of each hand. “The five finger super knackering”, Craig added and used his fingers and thumbs to knead and squeeze Barry helpless sensitive balls, mercilessly. “Oh fuck my balls, ….yes .. more,…. harder”, Barry croaked thrashing about in the water as the pain in his ball become unbearable. Although the pain was unbearable Barry craved more and didn’t want it to end. The white hot intense pain flooded through his body overloading his nervous system and his body relaxed.

Barry slumped back against the side of the bath unable to move the pain was paralysing his body as Craig continued his merciless five fingered knackering. “You’re slipping lower tough guy”, Craig said with a wicked grin, as Barry’s relaxed body slipped slowly down the side of the bath. “Not only am I going to ruin your balls, but drown you as well, If you don’t asked me to stop”, Craig added. Barry starred glassy eyed and blank at Craig, the pain had taken over everything and he didn’t seem to care anymore. Craig smiled evilly into Barry glassy eyed blank face as he continued to do his worst to Barry’s balls and while Barry’s head finally slipped under the water. As Barry slipped under the water and his eyes grew accustomed to the slightly murky water he could see Craig’s hands on his balls, five finger fiendishly squeezing both his balls. His cock was now tiny a shrivelled stub much smaller that his scrotum. Bubbles of air escaped from Barry’s mouth and floated up to the surface of the water only a few inches above.

Barry knew that each bubble was another drop of his air supply and he knew if he didn’t move and he would eventual pass out and drown. However the pain was making body movements difficult and it had robbed his will to even try or want to try. Through the barrage of hot white ball pain the thought of drowning, and being helpless to stop it excited him. It grew rapidly matching then finally over taking the pain. As Barry’s excitement grew so did his cock until hit was fully erect, harder than he ever remembered. His last breaths of air and disappeared as bubbles a few seconds earlier and his lungs were starting to burn. Although out of air Barry felt his limbs stiffen and with his last strength he surged up out of the water, breaking the surface and gasping in air. “OK, ….enough Runt, ……. enough”, Barry croaked weakly. “You just said the magic word tough guy”, Craig said releasing Barry’s balls.

As the pain started to ease Barry’s body relaxed and he lay back in the bath panting and gasping. His cock was up out of the water poking up in the air, the engorged peeled head throbbing with excitement and bloated with dark blood. “See, told you tough guy don’t fall asleep in the bath”, Craig said. He cheekily flicked Barry’s cock head with his fingers then stood up and left the bathroom. “Bastard”, Barry hissed softly as a long trail of spunk oozed out of his cock head. Barry stared at the trials of spunk, some floating some sinking in the water It was long time before Barry could work up the strength to get out of the bath and stagger wearily to his room.


By Friar copyright 2006


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HIS SECOND MATCH AN UNEVEN BATTLE OF LARGE V SMALL


Paul walked into the mat room, threw his water bottle down in one corner and began his warm-up routines. He’d changed already into his wrestling gear for the night’s bout. Paul’s new yellow trunks were sheer and low cut, nicely showing the line of his impressive basket. His matching yellow socks showed over the top of his black soft leather boots. The tracksuit top was also yellow with black trim. At the moment he was wearing his towel round his neck. He liked that, it reminded him of the way pro wrestlers entered the ring.

Methodically he worked his way through his stretching exercises, bending low to touch his toes, twisting his trunk to left and right, gently rotating his neck. If past experience was anything to go by he was in for a wringer of a match tonight and he wanted to be sure his body was up to it.

The door opened and Phillip walked in. Paul stopped in mid stretch, startled at the sight of him. His eyes opened even wider as he took in just how Phillip was dressed: trunks, boots and tracksuit top, just like himself, ready to wrestle. “Hello Paul”, Phillip said with that smile of his.

“Hi”, Paul replied uncertainly. “You look surprised, expecting someone else?”, Phillip asked, Paul nodded. “Yeah. I was supposed to be meeting Steve here tonight”, Paul answered. Phillip closed the door behind him. “Steve’s been unavoidably detained”, Phillip said. He walked slowly into the room, moving right up to Paul. Paul looked nervous but refused to back away by so much as an inch. “Looks like it’s just the two of us”, Phillip said “Yeah”, Paul replied.

Phillip looked Paul slowly up and down, taking in the smooth, tanned skin of his legs, and the delicious bulge in his trunks. “Those new trunks or are you just pleased to see me?” Phillip drawled. “Perhaps I’m just remembering what I did to you last time we met big guy, remember?”, Paul replied.

Phillip slowly rubbed the front of his trunks. “Yeah, I remember, It took two of you as I recall”, Phillip replied. “You had to have Steve pin me down kid”, Phillip added. “You were whipped anyway”, Paul stated. “Yeah, So, reckon you can do the same again now, on your own?”, Phillip asked. Paul’s eyes darted nervously in the direction of the door. Phillip was standing in front of it, blocking his exit.

“What’s the matter kid? You’re looking nervous”, Phillip asked with a knowing smile. Phillip slowly pulled down the zip on his track suit top, easing it off over his shoulders and threw it into one corner. Paul took in the sight of Phillip standing there in wrestling gear, ready to grapple. Unconsciously Paul’s hand moved down to the front of his own trunks. He swallowed, “I can take you again, any time”, Paul replied. He reached for the zip of his track suit.

Phillip reached over and took hold of Paul’s hand, stopping him from pulling the zip down. “Lets just make one thing clear kid”, Phillip said. “You start a bout with me tonight and you’d better make sure you’re ready to finish it - you know what I mean?”, Phillip said. Paul looked Phillip steadily in the eye. He swallowed again then nodded. “Yeah”, Paul replied quietly.

“Right”, Phillip said slowly pulling Paul’s zip the rest of the way down and peeling off his tracksuit top. Phillip drank in the sight of Paul’s smooth skin, cut pecs and washboard abs. Not a great deal of meat but beautifully defined. The two of them stood there, so close each could feel the heat from the other’s body on the skin of his naked chest. Phillip reached out slowly and placed his hands on Paul’s arse. Paul reached out for Phillip in the same way. Neither of them broke eye contact. They moved closer to each other. Their already tenting trunks brushing against each other. Paul ran his hands up and down Phillip’s back, closing his eyes. Phillip softly squeezed Paul’s buttocks, gently massaging them. “Like this Paul?” Phillip whispered. Paul nodded and sighed. He stepped in a little closer. Phillip let his hands move up Paul’s smooth back. Paul moaned quietly. “I didn’t expect this”, he whispered.

“OK Paul, lets run over the rules when you took me with Steve last time and I’m out for revenge”, Phillip said. “It was a fair win and you knew the consequences for losing”, Paul replied. “Yeah it was a fair win boy”, Phillip said. “Just like my defeat of you will be a fair win”, he added. “If you win you mean”, Paul replied. “No when I win”, Phillip stated as he ran his hand over Paul’s tight firm buttocks.

“Have you got some more trunks with you Paul ?”, Phillip asked. “Yes but why don’t you like my new speedos then”, Paul replied. “Yeah they’re real sexy, but you’re going to need several changes of trunks by the time this bouts over” Phillip said. “The aim of this bout is to get as many submissions as you can”, Phillip said. “Of course I always do”, Paul replied running his hands over the back of Phillip’s navy speedos. “Yes but in this match the aim is to make each other come as many times as possible in our trunks”, Phillip stated. “So you’re going to need several changes unless you want to wrestle either naked or in spunk soaked trunks”, he added. “I’ve got enough don’t worry, but have you?”, Paul replied.

Phillip leaned in closer still, bringing his lips closer to Paul’s ear as if to kiss. “Here’s something else you didn’t expect”, Phillip whispered back. And then he struck, with lightning speed. Phillip grasped his hands behind Paul’s back and clamped on a vicious bear hug, crushing Paul’s slim waist with his meaty arms. Trapped and helpless Paul realised too late that the bout had begun. “Well, you literally walked into that one Paul”, Phillip gloated.

“Bastard”, Paul gasped, struggling in vain against Phillip’s powerful arms as they drew him in tighter and tighter, squeezing the life’s breath from him. “This is me, Phillip”, Phillip cried. “Not Steve, time for gently and softly later, maybe”, Phillip added. “First there’s a little matter of pay back, and here is where it starts”, Phillip continued. Cruelly Phillip upped the pressure on his victim, grinning broadly at the sight and feel of his young opponent writhing and struggling.

As his vision fogged over, Paul could only gasp for breath and wonder desperately if he had made the biggest mistake in his life going one on one with Phillip with no tag partner to bail him out. Phillip continued to crush Paul’s waist with his bear hug really piling on the pressure. Phillip smiled into Paul’s concerned and contorted face. “Well Paul how’s your back boy?”, Phillip whispered in his ear and smiling at his painful gasp as Phillip suddenly snapped more pressure. “Ohhh my back, my back”, Paul groaned. “You may be hurting boy but you’re loving it”, Phillip said he could feel Paul’s hard cock pressing against his belly.

Paul shuddered weakly and Phillip felt Paul’s iron hard cock twitch as it was pressed harder into his belly. Phillip snapped more pressure on drawing another painful gasp from Paul. Phillip now had Paul’s upper body hanging back over his arms twitching and writhing in agony from the pressure on Paul’s lower back. “Ohhh my back you bastard”, Paul gasped as another shudder of pain ran though his aching and highly excited body. “Hot for it boy, don’t worry your going to get it all right”, Phillip whispered in his ear. “Just let me go you bastard”, Paul croaked in reply. “Of course boy anything you say”, Phillip replied.

Phillip opened his arms and let Paul drop to the ring. Paul grunted as he hit the canvas jarring his already tender lower back. Paul slumped full out and rolled onto his back. Phillip pressed his booted foot onto Paul’s hard excited cock, clearly visible in his sexy sheer yellow trunks. It was as stiff as a poker sticking up straight in his trunks threatening to burst out of the waist band at any second.

Phillip pressed down rolling Paul’s hard cock under his boot. Paul gasped and shuddered as Phillip pressed his boot into Paul’s cock. “Ohh god my cock, my cock”, Paul moaned as his hands grabbed Phillip’s boot. Paul held onto Phillip’s boot but didn’t try to pull it off his cock even though Phillip continued to grind Paul’s cock beneath his boot.

“Oh god please my cock, please”, Paul gasped. Precum fluid was leaking from the hard bloated tip staining his sheer yellow trunks. “I’m going to drain you boy, drain you more times than you thought possible”, Phillip said. “You’re going to know just what its like to suffer forced ejaculation after forced ejaculation” Phillip added, the excitement thick in his voice. Phillip could feel Paul’s hard excited cock twitching beneath his boot and knew Paul was close to coming.

“Looks like these new trunks aren’t going to last very long boy”, Phillip said. “Going to christen them with your hot spunk for me boy?”, Phillip asked. “Not if I can help it”, Paul gasped in reply recovering and trying to pull Phillip’s boot off his hard twitching cock. “Want to wrestle me then boy?”, Phillip asked. “You bet Phillip”, Paul replied lifting Phillip’s foot off his all but exploding cock. “Careful Paul I could lose my balance”, Phillip said. “You think I care if you do?”, Paul asked. “You should do boy”, Philip replied dropping down and driving his knee into Paul’s stomach. “Ooooooooof”, Paul gasped as the wind was driven out of him by the vicious knee drop.

Paul tried to double up but Phillip pushed him back down and held him down with a throat lock. “Stay there boy and enjoy the full ride”, Phillip said, holding Paul down and forcing him to endure the burning agony in his belly without the luxury of doubling over. “Ohh you cunt, just you wait”, Paul croaked, his voice barely audible. “I haven’t got that long boy” Phillip replied climbing astride Paul’s chest and pinning his arms to the canvas above his head. Phillip pushed on Paul’s arms stretching them and straining his shoulder joints making him groan. “Yeah boy your going to suffer and I know your going to like it”, Phillip said smiling down into Paul’s red sweating face.

Phillip inched forward until Paul’s head was trapped deep between his thighs, his crotch was brushing against Paul’s chin. Phillip flexed his thigh muscles and crushed Paul’s head making him gasp and shudder. Paul’s head was forced into Phillip’s crotch, his hard cock was pressed into Paul’s face. “How do you like my cock in your face boy?”, Phillip asked. “Mmmmph, ....unnn, ....mmmm”, Paul muttered in reply. “Of course I’ll keep it on a long time Paul, anything you say”, Phillip said. “Mmmmph,... mmm,... mmmm”, Paul mumbled again. “Yeah I know you like it, your cock is so hard”, Phillip said reaching back and grasping Paul’s iron hard cock. Paul shuddered and muttered a gasp escaped from his lips as Phillip mauled his hard excited cock. Phillip smiled down into Paul’s wide staring eyes. Phillip could see fear in Paul’s eyes as he held Paul totally smothered by his crotch unable to breathe. Paul was too well pinned and too weak to do anything about it, he knew Phillip could smother him until he passed out or even longer if he wished. “Yeah boy you know it and your cocks nearly coming at the thought of it”, Phillip said smiling into Paul’s face.

Several excited shudders ran through Paul’s sweating body, making his cock twitch in his tight sheer yellow trunks. The damp stain of precum was starting to spread across the front of his sexy yellow trunks. Phillip held the choking crotch smother on even though Paul’s eyes begged and implored Phillip to release him. Phillip didn’t ease off the choking smother until he felt Paul’s body start to relax, removing his crotch at the last second just before Paul passed out totally. “Lights out boy, and you won’t believe it when you come round”, Phillip said with an evil grin. He clamped the smother back on and waited until Paul’s body went limp.

Phillip knelt down beside Paul and lifted Paul’s limp semiconscious body over his right knee. Phillip bent Paul’s limp relaxed body right over his knee locking Paul’s legs between his own. Phillip pressed Paul’s upper body down bending Paul’s back painfully over his knee. In Paul’s relaxed state Phillip was able to bend his back in a tighter arc than normal. Phillip had Paul locked in a very acute and painful across the knee back breaker. Phillip held Paul’s upper body down with his left hand, leaving his right hand free to work on the slim sexy body that was now at his mercy.

While Phillip waited for Paul to come round he started to play with Paul’s nipples, pinching and twisting them between his fingers. Phillip soon had Paul’s nipples hard and erect, he teased the solid buds mercilessly between his fingers. Paul’s body shivered and he moaned softly even though he was barley conscious. Phillip felt Paul’s limbs start to stiffen and knew he was coming round. Phillip continued to work on Paul’s hard excited nipples until they were both red and incredibly hard.

Paul’s cock was sticking up in the air, stretching the sheer yellow fabric of his sexy trunks. Where the tip of his excited cock touched the fabric it was slick with his precum fluid. Phillip had Paul trapped and helpless on the verge of ejaculation, and they had only just started. Paul let out a painful gasp as he came round, “Yes welcome back boy, I’ve got you where I want you and your going to shoot those new sexy yellow trunks”, Phillip said. “Ahh fuck my back, my back, it feels like its breaking”, Paul groaned. “It should do punk - I’ve got you literally bent double”, Phillip stated. Paul shuddered and gasped as Phillip pressed down on his chest bending his back some more just to show him who was in charge.

“Well Paul as much as I like hurting you like this I suppose I’m going to have to make you come now”, Phillip announced. “Ohh you big bastard, just you wait”, Paul groaned. “Still defiant hey punk good. I like sarky little boys, it makes me even more vicious”, Phillip said, grabbing Paul’s hard excited cock. Paul shuddered and writhed as Phillip crushed his hard excited cock. It spasmed in Phillip’s hand leaking buckets of precum fluid. “Wow you’re hot for it boy, fucking hot for it”, Phillip said laughing loudly.

Phillip started to pump Paul’s excited cock while keeping him trapped in the very painful back breaker. “Ohh god no, please, please”, Paul gasped weakly. “Oh yes boy I’m going to make you come and make you come right now”, Phillip said as he brutally wanked Paul’s cock. It was just too much and Paul’s body stiffened and he screamed as his cock exploded. Phillip watched Paul’s cock pump his hot young spunk into his new sheer sexy yellow trunks. Paul came so hard and fierce that the spunk just poured out of his trunks onto the canvas.

“Yes boy, first win and first forced ejaculation to me”, Phillip said triumphantly. Phillip held Paul in the painful back breaker until his long violent ejaculation finally ended. Phillip let Paul’s exhausted body roll off his knee onto the canvas. Phillip returned to his corner and left Paul lying spent and exhausted in the centre of the ring lying in a pool of his own spent cum.

“Time to change those trunks kid”, Phillip said with a smirk. Phillip walked to one corner of the ring and waited as Paul dragged himself out of the ring and across to his sports bag then rummaged inside for something to replace the drenched yellow speedos. Phillip watched appreciatively as Paul stripped them off, enjoying the sight of those smooth buttocks and the reddened cock.

Paul pulled on a skimpy red leotard, not much more than a thong with straps, cut very low over his flat stomach and very high over his thighs. “All right big guy”, Paul said, rested and recovered. “Now it’s your turn”, he added. They squared up to each other in the centre of the ring. Phillip took in the sight of Paul in his new kit. It showed off his lean muscularity well and Phillip was aching to get Paul’s sexy young body into his hands again to work some more damage on it. Paul sensed Phillip’s lack of concentration and launched a flying drop kick at him. Normally Paul wouldn’t have the weight to do that much damage against Phillip with something like that, but caught momentarily off-guard Phillip stumbled and fell backwards and Paul was on top of him. Paul wrapped his long legs round Phillip’s head and drove his scantily clad crotch into Phillip’s face. “Now it’s your turn Phillip”, Paul said. “How do you like not being able to breathe?”, Paul asked.

Paul clamped on the pressure. His legs were strong and it was a good hold, but he simply hadn’t got the bulk yet to make it as effective a smother hold as Phillip’s version was. Phillip reached up and pulled Paul’s crotch harder into his face, working over Paul’s cock with his open mouth. It responded readily, stiffening and growing, stretching the thin material of his new leotard.

Paul realised his mistake, feeling Phillip beginning the process of pushing him to yet another forced ejaculation and tried to do something about it. Paul twisted his body fiercely from one side to the other, trying to work on Phillip’s neck muscles. Another mistake. Phillip was just too big for a slim lad like Paul to move in that way. Grunting, Phillip powered himself to his feet. Paul was helpless to stop him. Unwisely Paul kept hold of Phillip’s head in his legs scissors. As Phillip clambered up, dragging Paul with him, Phillip suddenly savagely kneed him in the small of the back. The unexpected blow made Paul loosen his scissors hold, but before he slipped loose, Phillip grabbed hold of his legs and stood fully up right. “Shit!”, Paul gasped. Phillip had him lined up for a classic Boston crab. Phillip took a moment to look down at the lean body, at the bulging red crotch, at the anxious young face staring defiantly up from the mat. “Time for some more fun Paul”, Phillip said. Throwing his weight into the movement, Phillip flipped Paul easily to one side. Phillip was astride Paul now, Paul’s legs tucked up tight under his armpits, but he waited for a moment, enjoying the anticipation. “Think you’re ready for this Paul?” Phillip asked. “Think your back can take it?”, he added The kid didn’t speak. He knew he was in for some major pain and he was trying to psyche himself up to endure it. Phillip smiled, knowing Paul didn’t stand a chance, and slowly Phillip sank into the dreaded Boston crab. Paul gasped as Phillip’s body bore down on his spine. Phillip paused half way into the full hold, relishing the sounds of pain he was wringing from the boy. Phillip slid his butt the length of Paul’s backbone, up and then down. The sensation stiffened Phillip’s own cock. “You know I’m gonna have to be careful Paul”, Phillip murmured over the boy’s groans. “Too much of this and I’m gonna come myself and you’ll have won the fall, Ain’t that a laugh?”, Phillip added. Phillip sank lower into the hold, pulling Paul’s long legs back until his boots were way over his own head.

Paul was crying out in agony now, his head thrashing back and forth as he beat the mat with his fists. “You bastard! You’re gonna break my back!”, Paul screamed. “So give good guy”, Phillip replied. “Never! Aaaaarrrggghhhhh!!!”, Paul gasped.

“Never say never Paul”, Phillip mocked, gyrating his arse slowly, screwing it into the boy’s back and pulling the vertebrae apart. Paul was bent like a bow underneath Phillip now, escape a complete impossibility. All he could do was hold on and endure.

Phillip went all out to make the suffering as intense as possible, rising slightly to his feet to relieve the pressure and then sinking back, again and again, riding the captive lad. Phillip let go of one leg. Paul gasped at the slight relief and then cried out again as Phillip compensated by pulling up even more cruelly on the other leg. Phillip slipped his free hand into Paul’s crotch. Just as Phillip thought, Paul’s dick was huge and hard once more. Phillip ran his finger gently around its outline. “You know Paul”, Phillip said softly, “I could take your cock in one hand right now and squeeze and squeeze until it blows off in your leotard, would you like that?”, Phillip asked.

The boy screamed out, unable to keep silent under this torment, but Phillip felt Paul’s cock jump involuntarily at his words. “Yeah”, Phillip crooned, and he gently stroked Paul’s dick with the palm of his hand, bringing on moans of confused pain and pleasure from the boy.

Abruptly Phillip released Paul. “But that would be too easy”, Phillip said, and he strode away, turning to look back at the wrecked lad lying shattered on the mat. Phillip allowed him all of two seconds respite then closed in once more. Phillip reached down and seized Paul’s two wrists. Paul was expecting Phillip to haul him to his feet. Instead Philip sank to the mat, jamming his two booted feet onto Paul’s shoulders on either side of his head. “Here’s a little something your friend Steve had me in once”, Phillip said. “He may even have tried it out on you, trust me though, he won’t have put as much into it as I can, heave!”, Phillip said in wicked delight. With that last word Phillip pulled back strongly on Paul’s arms and pushed his legs out, racking the boy in a sadistic arm stretch.

“No!, No!”, Paul shouted out. He arched his long, lean body, but Phillip’s grip was implacable and he couldn’t escape the rack Phillip had him in. Phillip leaned in and then lean back, pulling even harder than last time. Phillip really liked the sight of Paul’s body stretched out, slick with sweat and helpless beneath his boots.

“Hey Paul”, Phillip shouted to him. “You tried something on my neck a minute ago, wanna see how that sort of thing’s really done?”, Phillip asked. Phillip released Paul’s arms and reached down to his head. Phillip cupped Paul’s chin with both hands and pulled back, shoving down again with both legs. Paul’s jaw was clamped tight shut. Paul could only moan inarticulately as Phillip stretched out the corded muscles of his neck. “You’re gonna be a good six inches taller after tonight kid”, Phillip joked, pulling back on Paul’s chin again. “Unless your head comes off that is”, Phillip added. Paul clawed uselessly at Phillip’s hands. Phillip’s grip didn’t budge. Phillip cranked on his neck for another few minutes then let go.

Climbing to his feet, Phillip reached down, wrapping his fingers in Paul’s sweat soaked hair and pulled him to his feet. Phillip wrapped one arm around Paul’s unresisting body then pulled Paul’s head back with the hand he still had tangled in Paul’s hair. Phillip clamped his mouth onto Paul’s and driving his tongue deep in, thrusting his hard cock into Paul’s crotch and grinding at the soaked lycra.

When Phillip pulled away again, there was a brief look of hope in Paul’s eyes as if Phillip’s sudden show of affection signalled the end of his torment. He was wrong. “And now let me introduce you to the Hangman”, Phillip said. Phillip twisted him quickly round until they were back to back. Phillip kneeled, pulling Paul into him, Paul’s head over his shoulder and swiftly rose. Paul’s feet were off the ground and he was taking the whole weight of his body on his neck that Phillip had pulled back over his shoulder. Paul’s feet frantically kicked and thrashed as Phillip walked around the room with Paul in this agonising trap.

“Well boy how do like the hangman?”, Phillip asked Paul as Paul gasped and writhed bent painfully over his back. “Tough isn’t it kid?”, Phillip added, sinking lower and bending Paul’s back in an even tighter arc. “Arrgh fuck my back you bastard”, Paul groaned. “Yes boy now we are playing for real so submit boy now”, Phillip snapped. “Arggh, shit no you big cunt I won’t give”, Paul gasped defiantly. “Won’t give, won’t give boy”, Phillip stated. “Then suffer boy”, he added yanking back on Paul’s chin and stooping right down.

Paul screamed in agony as his back and neck were severely strained by the new position. Paul was bent right over, his neck pulled right back, the veins stuck out like cords in Paul’s strained neck. “You’re sure you don’t want to give kid?”, Phillip asked. “Ahhhhhh, fuck, yes, I give, I give”, Paul screamed. “That’s more like it boy, do what Daddy tells you”, Phillip said. Phillip straightened up and let Paul drop to the mats. Paul groaned as his body hit the mats and he rolled onto his back. “See boy their ain’t no-one to help you now you’re on your fucking own”, Phillip snapped as Paul lay groaning on the mats. “One on one, mono ‘a mono boy”, Phillip added. “A punk kid verses a real wrestler”, Phillip sneered.

Phillip circled round Paul as she lay on the mats snarling down at him. “Come on kid don’t lie there boy”, Phillip sneered. “Come boy get up, get the fuck up”, Phillip shouted. He reached down and dragged Paul wincing to his feet by his blonde hair. “OK kid, lets work you some more”, Phillip said, wrapping his left arm around Paul’s neck. Phillip clamped his left arm tight round Paul’s neck, trapping Paul’s neck in the crook of his elbow. Phillip flexed his arm muscle crushing Paul’s neck pressuring the chokehold. Paul gasped, hardly able to breathe and yanked frantically on Phillip’s arm with both hands. “Let go boy and let me choke you out”, Phillip whispered in Paul’s ear. “You know your loving it”, Phillip added sucking Paul’s lobe into his mouth and nibbling it.

Paul groaned and shuddered. “Bastard”, he gasped breathlessly. “Yes kid like your not enjoying it”, Phillip said. Paul’s cock was now rock hard and poking out like a lance from his body. It was stretching the thin flimsy lycra suit he was just about wearing. Precum fluid stained the lycra where the head of his flaring cock touched it. The thin lycra was stretched right out allowing his weighty balls to hang down free of the flimsy suit. A shudder of excitement ran through Paul’s’ body as he pulled desperately on Phillip’s choking forearm.

“I said let go boy”, Phillip snapped grabbing Paul’s right arm. Phillip yanked it behind Paul’s back and applied a painful hammerlock. Paul winced in pain as Phillip forced his right arm high up his back. “Yeah boy what you’re going to do now then?”, Phillip asked.

Both your pansy arms couldn’t budge me, now there’s only one”, Phillip sneered. Clamped his arm tighter around Paul’s Phillip neck and forced his rights arm even higher up his back. Paul groaned and was forced onto tiptoes to try and ease the pressure on his cruelly bent arms. Paul shuddered weakly in Phillip’s arms, weakening with every second he applied the cruel double hold. Phillip kept the pressure until he felt Paul’s body relaxing. “Going to choke you out this time Paul”, Phillip whispered in Paul’s ear.

Paul’s legs started to give and Paul groaned as his bent arms were forced to take the extra pressure of his body weight. Paul’s failing legs also increased the pressure on the chokehold cutting off his air supply altogether. Although Paul’s legs gave way his cock remained rock hard and leaking plenty of precum fluid. “You’re hot for it kid, you must love being dominated”, Phillip said huskily in his ear. Phillip smiled as he felt Paul’s body shiver with fear as he realised he couldn’t breathe and Phillip had him helpless. “Yeah boy your mine all mine”, Phillip whispered in his ear. Phillip held Paul like this for a few more seconds then eased off the pressure on his neck just enough to allow him to breathe.

“Just as much as I would love to put you out Paul”, Phillip said. “I want you conscious to appreciate what I’m going to do next boy”, he added. Phillip felt Paul shiver, he didn’t know whether it was in fear or excitement. Judging from the size of Paul’s hard twitching cock, it was probably a little of both. Paul was too weak and short of breath to speak, he just sucked in what air Phillip’s constricting forearm would let him. “OK kid I’m going to enjoy this and I bet you will too”, Phillip said.

Phillip marched Paul towards the ropes and held him close to them. Paul’s hard cock stuck out like a pole from his groin. Phillip eased Paul an inch or two forward until the damp head of his hard excited cock was brushing against the middle rope. A shudder of excitement ran through Paul’s body as his cock brushed the middle rope. “Mmm, like it boy do you?”, Phillip asked. “Good because you’re going to get a lot more of it, a hell of a lot more of it kid”, he added. Phillip twisted Paul left and right running his cock head over the rough fibres of the rope, delighting in his gasps and helpless shudders of excitement.

Paul’s foreskin had peeled back as his cock grew fully erect leaving his highly sensitive knob end exposed. The thin lycra of his skimpy suit was the only barrier between his sensitive cock head and the rough fibres of the middle rope. Paul’s suit was soaked with his precum fluid, rendering what slight protection it could have offered useless. The rough fibres teased and caressed his cock head as Phillip ran it over the middle rope. “Ohh my cock, my cock”, Paul gasped writhing in Phillip’s hands.

“Yeah kid your going to shoot again for sure”, Phillip said. Phillip inched Paul forward pressing his dripping cock harder into the middle rope. “Ohh you cunt”, Paul moaned weakly as the exciting pressure on his cock increased even more. “Yeah boy your going to cream again”, Phillip said with a wide grin. Phillip started to walk Paul round the ring keeping his cock on the middle rope. The head of Paul’s cock was dragged over the rough rope teasing it wickedly, driving him wild with excitement.

“Ohh fuck my cock, my cock you cunt”, Paul gasped shuddering helplessly. “Yeah kid you’re going to cream your sexy little suit”, Phillip whispered in his ear. “No way no way”. Paul protested. “Oh yeah kid like you’re going to do something about it”, Phillip sneered. “Yeah, I’ll, escape and, I’ll, turn the tables”, Paul said breathlessly. “Huh you’re helpless and on the verge of another ejaculation and you’re going to escape”, Phillip exclaimed. “Get real kid”, he snapped. “You’ll see big guy, you’ll see”, Paul replied.

“All you’ll see kid is stars”, Phillip said slamming Paul’s face into the top turnbuckle. “Oooof, you bastard”, Paul groaned his head spinning from the vicious slam. “OK kid time to play a nice little game before I make you come again”, Phillip said. “Its called postman prat”, he added. Phillip quickly released Paul from the chokehold but held on to his right arm. Before Paul could move or react, Phillip span him round by the right arm and sent him flying into a corner post.

Paul groaned as his back was slammed hard into the corner post. The impact threw him back out of the corner into Phillip’s waiting arms. “Like that kid?”, Phillip asked catching Paul and setting him up for another posting. “See I’m the postman and your the prat kid”, Phillip said hurling him across the ring into the opposite post. Paul groaned louder as his back was slammed painfully into the corner post again. Paul bounced out of the corner and Phillip caught him again. “See the postman always does his job and that’s posting you kid”, Phillip said with a wicked grin as he sent Paul flying into the opposite corner.

Paul staggered stiffly out of the corner barely able to stand, his back aching from the vicious postings. Phillip trapped Paul back in the chokehold and hammerlock, smiling as he felt Paul’s body shudder weakly. “Oh yes boy we can’t neglect your hard dripping cock can we”, Phillip said in Paul’s ear as Paul trembled in his grasp. If the postings had hurt Paul they hadn’t effected his erection, Paul’s cock was iron hard oozing precum fluid. Phillip marched Paul towards the ropes and started to rub his hard cock over the centre rope. Paul gasped shivering with excitement and his cock twitched wildly from the burning stimulation of the middle rope.

“Yes kid I’m going to get you to the very point of shooting”, Phillip whispered in Paul’s ear. “Then post you some more”, he added. Paul was gasping and writhing wildly by the time Phillip stopped rubbing his all but exploding cock over the middle rope. “OK boy here we go again”, Phillip said spinning Paul round and sending him flying into the corner. Phillip turned his back and walked round the ring. “I bet you loved that hard posting on your aching back”, Phillip said. “I think I’ll be kind and post you front ways this time”, Phillip said. “The trouble is boy that iron hard cock of yours will probably snap off at the root when it hits the turnbuckle”, Phillip added.

What Phillip didn’t see as his back was turned, was Paul stopping him self from hitting the post with his arms. Paul had recovered while Phillip worked his cock on the middle rope and was just waiting for his chance to escape. He jumped up onto the top rope and nimbly flipped head over heals. Phillip turned to catch up Paul as he was thrown out of the corner, but Phillip stopped in shock when Philip saw Paul flying through the air towards him. Paul opened his legs and they went both sides of Phillip’s head.

Phillip grunted as Paul’s groin collided with his face. Paul locked his legs round Phillip’s head trapping it tight between his thighs. Phillip staggered back dazed by the collision, trapped in Paul’s surprise head scissors. “OK down you go big guy, I’ve turned the tables as promised”, Paul said. “Only in your dreams boy and they’ll be wet ones”, Phillip sneered. Phillip reached up and grabbed Paul’s thighs intending to prise them apart and throw him down to the canvas. Paul reached down and grabbed Phillip between the legs.

Phillip’s eyes widened in shock as he felt Paul catch hold of his balls with a good firm grip. Paul smiled into Phillip’s shocked face, he had Phillip’s balls well and truly trapped in his hand and he started to squeeze. Phillip groaned and tried to hold on but the pain became too much and his legs collapsed and he dropped to the canvas with Paul on top of him. Paul kept the head scissors on and rolled Phillip onto his side. He lay beside Phillip and flexing his thigh muscles making Phillip gasp and groan.

“This is one bitch of a head scissors big guy”, Paul said beaming into Phillip’s red sweating face trapped between his young strong thighs. “I think it could crack your skull”, he added with a wink. He wasn’t joking Phillip thought his head felt like it was going to explode any second “But I can still do better gig guy”, Paul said reaching between Phillip’s legs. He grabbed Phillip’s balls and squeezed them. Phillip gasped and shuddered in agony. Phillip’s cock was trying to burst out of his speedos soaking them with precum fluid. “You’ll submit very soon big guy”, Paul said with a grin. “I may even accept it before I make you come”, he added. “But on the other hand”, he sneered, squeezing Phillip’s balls hard.

Phillip moaned and screamed but Paul showed no mercy, squeezing Phillip’s head between his young thighs and mauling Phillip’s balls with his hand. He worked Phillip for long minutes, enjoying the revenge for Phillip’s harsh treatment of him. “Like it big boy?” Paul taunted. “Of course you do”, he replied as Phillip groaned out in response.

Abruptly Paul released his head scissors, but not his grip on Phillip’s nuts. Standing, he pulled Phillip to his feet. Warily Phillip had no choice but to obey. The killing pressure on Phillip’s balls has lessened but he knew Paul would squeeze again at the slightest sign of disobedience. Paul humiliated Phillip, leading him around the ring by his crotch, laughing at his discomfort. Paul’s skimpy lycra leotard did nothing to hide his obvious pleasure at having turned the tables on Phillip. “You’re gonna pay for this kid”, Phillip growled. “You’re gonna be so sorry when I get out of this”, he added. “Yeah, yeah”, Paul replied brushing the statement aside.

Paul backed Phillip into a corner post. “And now”, he teased. Paul released Phillip and for a second he was too stunned by the blessed relief from pain to guess what Paul was up to. Then Paul’s devastating drop kick caught Phillip square in the jaw. Caught between Paul’s flying leather boots and the corner post Phillip dropped to the mat like a sack of bricks, momentarily too dazed to defend himself against what Paul had planned next.

While Philip sprawled helplessly, Paul sprang over the ropes. Standing on the ring apron he grabbed Phillip’s boots and pulled them towards him, catching Phillip’s legs on either side of the bottom rope. Paul waited there grinning until Phillip was together enough to see what he was about to do. “You liked introducing me to the ropes Phillip”, Paul said with a wide grin. “So I thought I’d return the favour”, he added. Before Phillip could protest, Paul jumped from the ring apron to the floor below, holding on firmly to both of Phillip’s boots. Phillip was pulled after him, the taut, thick bottom rope rushing up into his crotch and slamming painfully into his balls. “Shit!!!”, Phillip screamed.

Paul laughed. He didn’t let go of Phillip’s boots, even as Phillip writhed on the edge of the ring clutching his aching cobs. Paul climbed back up. “You like that?, course you do, let’s do it again!”, Paul said. He leaped down again yanking Phillip once more onto the rope which was only slightly more flexible than an iron bar, smashing it into Phillip’s nuts and practically wedging it up his arse. Paul climbed back onto the apron and this time leaned back, holding onto Phillip’s boots and heaving, pulling him into the rope and holding him there, screaming out his pain in abuse and inarticulate shrieks.

When Paul released Phillip’s boots, he was too knackered to do anything except roll over on the mat, clutching his maimed balls and moaning softly. Paul leapt over the top rope, full of cocky enthusiasm again. Paul circled Phillip, taking in the sight of him curled up there, then threw himself high into the air and crashed down onto Phillip, driving his elbow into Phillip’s back. “This isn’t my usual style Phillip”, Paul said, panting as he clambered back to his feet. “But let’s just say you’ve driven me to it”, he added and he launched himself into the air again for another devastating elbow drop. Phillip twisted and turned but could do little to avoid the hail of elbow drops the lad rained down on him, to back, stomach, and one well-placed smash into his nuts.

“And now”, Paul said, dripping with sweat and breathing heavily from his exertions, “Here’s a little something else you tried on me earlier”. Paul dropped to the canvas, catching up Phillip’s head again between his muscular thighs. This time the hold was on higher. He was covering Phillip’s face with his crotch, shoving the sweat and cum soaked lycra into Phillip’s nose and mouth. Phillip heard him speaking as if from way above him. “So how long do you think you can hold out Philip?”, Paul asked. Feebly Phillip clawed at Paul’s legs, but Paul had well and truly weakened him and Phillip knew he was not going to be able to break out of this smother before his oxygen starved brain blacked out.

Dimly Phillip was aware when Paul released him and he felt Paul’s hands on the waistband of his trunks. Phillip was unable to stop Paul as he pulled Phillip’s trunks down, yanking them over his thrusting cock and throwing them to one side. Phillip felt himself being dragged across the canvas but it took a good minute before he could see what Paul was up to. Paul dragged Phillip to one of the corner posts. Phillip was sprawled with his back to the post and Paul hooked Phillip’s legs through the bottom rope, one on either side of the post. The spread was cruel, putting a tearing strain on Phillip’s groin. As Phillip struggled for full consciousness, he reached out to do something about it. “Ah, ah”, Paul taunted, we don’t want these waving about do we?”, Paul said, and he grabbed Phillip’s wrists pulling them behind him. Phillip finally came to full consciousness too late to prevent Paul carrying out his plan. Dangling behind the corner post was something Phillip had forgotten, the rope used by tag team partners. Paul used this to lash Phillip’s hands together and tie them to the post behind him. Phillip was trussed up helplessly on the corner post, completely at Paul’s mercy.

Paul leapt back into the ring and sauntered round in front of Phillip, drinking in the sight of his powerful frame in its hopeless predicament. Phillip was dreading the thought of the well-deserved revenge this lad was going to carry out, but the thought of being unable to stop this handsome boy doing exactly what he wants to with Phillip’s body was turning him on like crazy. Phillip’s cock jutted up like a rock against his belly. Paul looked at it. “Think you’re going to enjoy this Phillip?” he asked. He touched the tip of Phillip’s dick lightly with one hand, while rubbing his own prodigious hard on with the other. Phillip shuddered and twisted as far as he was able. Even that slight movement caused added strain on his already over-stretched crotch.

Paul climbed up the ropes. Facing Phillip, with boots on either side of his body, on the middle ropes, all Phillip could see was Paul’s bulging young crotch, the lycra so soaked now it was virtually transparent, the club-like cock visibly purple and trembling in its enthusiasm. “Nothing to stop you taking this now Phillip, just a flimsy bit of lycra, take it big man” Paul said grinding his crotch into Phillip’s face and Phillip was helpless to stop him. Paul rubbed his aching tool hard over Phillip’s face, following Phillip as he shook his head from side to side to escape the humiliation.

With a sigh Paul jumped back down to the mat. “Much more of that and you’d win again Phillip”, he said. “And we can’t have that, can we?”, he added, stepping back to take one last in my look at Phillip. “Time I think, to end this round favour, and we know how we do that don’t we Phillip?”, Paul said with a wicked grin.

Paul moved in. He reached out for Phillip’s cock and pulled it down, stretching it against its natural erection until Phillip gasped. Holding it jutting out, Paul straddled it facing Philip, grasping it pitilessly between his smooth, strong thighs. Paul shoved his crotch in and squeezed. Phillip gasped. The sensation was like electricity shooting through him. Phillip knew he was not going to be able to hold out long against this treatment. Paul knew it too and laughed. He shoved and squeezed again and again working up a rhythm that grew faster and faster, pushing Phillip inevitably to a forced ejaculation. “Fight it Phillip”, he gloated. “Fight it all you want, it won’t make any difference”, he added.

Suddenly Paul reached up for Phillip’s pecs with both hands and clawed at Phillip’s tits. Phillip screamed, his brain unable to cope with the combined pleasure and pain. “Yeah”, Paul said. He clawed pitilessly at Phillip’s tits, not letting up the rhythm of his grinding for an instant. “Pay back time you bastard”, he sneered.

When Phillip came, his hot juice shot powerfully between Paul’s legs, spattering right the way across the ring. Paul clenched and unclenched his thighs working away at Phillip’s cock until his balls had been drained of every last drop of come, Paul gave Phillip’s nipples a couple of vicious tweaks for good measure. He punched Phillip in the gut, then fell back to the canvas and lay there panting heavily from his exertions. Still trussed up helplessly Phillip could only hang there waiting for Paul to release him. Eventually Paul set Phillip free. Phillip collapsed to the mat, literally drained. Paul walked over to his corner and leaned back against his corner post. “OK Phillip”, Paul said. “Time for you to change”, he added. Paul nodded to Phillip’s kit bag and its contents of wrestling gear. “And make it something sexy eh?”, he stated.



By Friar FFF Battle-annals copyright 1999 full version available from http://www.battle-annals.co.uk were you can enjoy the rest of Paul and Phillip's match