First Tag Match
Paul was grinning like a Cheshire cat as they walked into the changing rooms and dumped their gym bags down onto the benches. "This is so cool", Paul enthused. "I cannot believe that we have got a ring all to ourselves for an entire night he added. "What sort of favours did you have to do to swing that?" Paul asked. Steve smiled back at him. "Let us just say the gym owner and me are good friends", Steve replied.
Paul nodded and grinned again, and asked no more questions. Paul pulled his sweatshirt over his head, kicked off his trainers and began to undo the belt of his jeans. Steve had started to change himself, but he took the time to watch Paul, to admire the smoothness of his swimmer's body, the flatness of his stomach, the length and supple resilience of his young limbs.
Steve knew Paul couldn't wait to get into that ring and launch into the tag match they had arranged for tonight. Steve knew Paul had been through a fair few battles in the past few months since he started on the wrestling circuit, most of them in the last few weeks with himself. Steve wondered though if Paul was ready for the wringer that tonight's bout was likely to be. Steve wondered if Paul was too young to be thrown to the hardened pros on tonight's private bill?
"You've gone up against them both before haven't you, Tom and Phillip?", Paul asked. Steve nodded in reply. "So what are they like?", he asked, stripped down to his Calvin Kleins by then. Steve paused to watch Paul unself-consciously push them down over his cute arse and drop them the length of his long legs. Paul stood there buck naked and reaching for his favourite light blue speedos.
Steve cleared his throat. "Tom's rough, a street fighter, he'll do anything to you he can get away with", Steve replied "You practically have to tear his arms off before he'll give you a submission", Steve added "Phillip? Or is it Friar?", Paul asked.
Steve thought back to his last, titanic struggle with Phillip. What a match that had been. It had been a couple of weeks now and it had taken that long to iron out the damage Phillip did to Steve's body and replenish everything that meeting took out of him. Not that it was all one way through, and not that it wasn't enormously enjoyable. "Let's just say that Phillip's a big guy", Steve replied diplomatically. "If all works out well we could all have a lot of fun", Steve added as he watched Paul pull on his speedos.
Paul may have been young but the sheer lycra showed he had already got a packet to envy, and was already having trouble concealing his enthusiasm for the night's exertions. Yes, Steve thought to himself, casting his mind back to some of the things that had happened when Phillip and he had last tangled on the mat. Steve was sure Phillip would certainly enjoy getting to grips with Paul.
Paul had pulled on his long, black leather wrestling boots and the tracksuit top that matched his trunks while Steve was still lacing up his boots. Paul stood in front of Steve stretching and flexing, reaching down to touch his toes, his tight arse was practically in Steve's face. Steve found it very distracting.
"Those are new aren't they?", Paul asked pointing to Steve's new white speedos and the boots he'd sprayed white. Steve nodded, "Yeah. I like to remind Phillip who the good guys are", Steve said pulling on his own tracksuit top. "All right tag partner, I think we're ready, Come on", Steve said.
Paul headed straight for the door leading to the gym and the waiting ring. Steve followed closely behind, swatting him on the behind, just for luck of course. The gym was dark as they entered it, except for the lights over the ring itself. It stood there like an island in the darkness. Paul paused for a minute. His face looked like a kid's at Christmas. "This is just so cool", Paul said again practically running towards it. Steve followed at a more sober pace. I just hope he's going to be able to run when he climbs back down from that ring later Steve thought to himself.
Paul reached up to the bottom rope and smoothly pulled himself up onto the apron. Transferring his grip to the top rope he vaulted over it and landed lightly on his feet on the mat itself. Paul strode around the ring as Steve climbed in, getting the measure of it, leaning back against the ropes to test their resiliency. Paul found them very taut and noted they could come in handy later. Paul kicked the turnbuckles to see how firm they were, holding up the long tag rope to show Steve with a grin. "This is going to be just like those tapes of Saturday afternoon tag wrestling you've shown me", Paul said. "Perhaps not exactly the same", Steve replied.
From somewhere out of the darkness came the sound of a door opening then closing, followed by the sound of two pairs of booted feet heading towards the ring. Gently Steve pulled his bouncing partner back into their corner of the ring. "Time to meet the opposition", Steve said. They waited in their corner. Phillip met his tag partner Tom for the first time and they shook hands, Phillip noted Tom had a firm strong grip. Phillip thought Tom certainly looked the part of a tough wrestler. His shaven head, lean bodied look, emanated a tough image.
Tom was wearing a white T-shirt and combat trousers. Phillip followed Tom into he changing room and Tom slipped his T-shirt off. Phillip noticed Tom's tattooed arms and lean body, the tattoos added an air of meanest. Tom kicked of his trainers, and slipped off his combat trousers. Phillip looked at Tom's tough lean wiry body as he stood there in white briefs with a bulging front. "Like what you see of your partner Phillip?", Tom asked. "Yeah Tom you really look the part", Phillip replied. Tom slipped out of his white briefs and stood there naked cock already impressive in it's semi-hard state.
Phillip pulled his own T-shirt off and slipped out of his track suit bottoms, stripping down to his black briefs. Phillip's own cock was hard from looking at Tom's tough sexy body. "You’re a big guy, Phillip; I think were going to make a good team and show those to wimps what wrestling is all about", Tom said. "Yes they're good guys and have to lose", I replied. "Not only lose but lose in the most painful way possible", Tom said. You took the words right out of my mouth Tom", Phillip replied.
Tom reached in his sports bag and pulled out a pair of dark green bikini briefs. Phillip watched him pull the tight fitting briefs on over his hard excited cock and decided to follow suit. Instead of wearing his navy speedos, Phillip decided to wear his royal blue David Nichola designer briefs. Phillip pulled them over his hard excited cock forcing it inside. They were not as tight a fit as Tom's but that didn't worry him. Tom slipped on a tight fitting pair of camouflaged combat trousers. Then put on a pair black highly polished DM's. Phillip put his black soft leather wrestling boots on taking time to make sure they were correctly tied.
"Ready Phillip?", Tom asked throwing a towel over his shoulder. "Yes", Phillip replied collecting his own towel and followed Tom out of the changing room. Phillip followed Tom into the gym. It was dark; only the ring was illuminated. Steve and Paul were already waiting in the ring. As Phillip approached behind Tom he got his first good look at Paul. Phillip was not disappointed, Paul looked stunning. Phillip couldn't wait to get to grips with Paul's slim attractive body and have Paul suffering in his hands. Phillip looked at Steve's new all white gear and liked it. "You look great, just ready to be squashed by the bad guys", Phillip said. Steve just smiled back knowingly.
"OK pretty boys we are here to kick your butts", Tom said, climbing into the ring. Steve nodded to Phillip and his partner as they climb into the ring. Phillip and Tom nodded back but said nothing, typical bad guys Steve thought. Steve took an admiring glance at Phillip's designer briefs. "Nice", Steve said, he could already see the familiar bulge making its appearance. Steve felt a swelling between his own legs at the thought of getting back to grips with Phillip. They had some unfinished business Phillip and himself, and the thought of carrying some of it out in front of others was quite pleasurable. Steve looked at Tom and wondered if he was wearing his briefs under those combat trousers. It wouldn't be long before he found out Steve guessed. Steve could see Paul taking in the sight of his two opponents. If he was daunted by their hard appearance or their size he didn't let it show. Paul was bouncing up and down on the soles of his boots raring to go.
Steve and Paul walked to the centre of the ring and held out their hands to shake Phillip and Tom's. Phillip and Tom struck Steve and Paul's hands without speaking, then turned their backs on them and headed back to their corner. Steve shrugged his shoulders and slapped Paul lightly on the back as they headed back to their corner. Paul begged to be first in the ring, so Steve ducked under the top rope and took his place behind the turnbuckle holding on to the tag rope. Paul did two quick press-ups against the corner post, then turned to find out who he's going to be going up against first. Tom was waiting for him in the centre of the ring.
The two wrestlers circled each other warily. They reached up and locked arms and shoulders, leaning in to each other. Rather to Steve's surprise it was Paul who forced Tom back to the ropes, pressing his smooth body into his opponent's tattooed torso. Tom let go and held his hands up in the air, Paul broke straight away and stepped back.
They circled each other again, and locked up once more, Paul pushed Tom back onto the ropes. That was when Steve began to think something was wrong, Tom was making this too easy. "Watch out Paul", Steve said, but it was too late. Tom raised his arms again, and again Paul released his hold by lifting his own arms, but this time before he could step away, Tom lowered one arm and drove a vicious forearm smash into Paul's gut. Paul dropped to his knees and Tom was on him straight away, pulling Paul back up by his blond hair to land a back elbow in his stomach followed by a side kick with his polished boots.
Paul dropped to the mat again and Tom circled him grinning broadly. He waited this time until the boy got back to his feet before grabbing Paul's wrist and twisting his arm back in a painful back hammer. Tom slipped his other arm around Paul's throat and applied pressure. "Give kid?", Tom asked. He wasn't expecting a submission, he just wanted to show he was in charge. "No way", Paul gasped. Tom rewarded him with a sharp twist upwards of the back hammer. Paul grimaced but said nothing. Good kid, Steve thought.
Tom marched Paul around the ring, bringing him over to his own corner so that Steve could get a close up look at his partner suffering, but not so close that he could reach out and tag him. Tom laughed then walked Paul over to one of the unoccupied corners. As he got closer Tom picked up speed, ramming the boy's face into the post. Paul crumpled to the floor, his arm still twisted behind his back.
As Paul picked himself back up Tom was there. He thrust one arm between the boy's legs, the other over his shoulder and hoisted him off the canvas to throw him back down in a breath-stealing body slam to the mat. Paul arched in agony. Tom grinned across to Phillip, as he pulled Paul back up by his hair and repeated the process. The third time he made sure his knee was there between the mat and the boy's back. Paul shrieked at the sudden agony then lay there writhing in pain, defenceless. Tom sauntered over to Phillip, and made the tag. "He's all yours partner", Tom said. "Have fun", he added with a grin
"Paul, get up! Get up", Steve screamed. Paul heard Steve and struggled to get to his feet and the safety of their corner, but it was too late. Phillip was closing on him, and Steve could see that all too familiar look in Phillip's eye. Steve heard Tom laughing. Phillip reached out and grabbed Paul by his blond hair
“Going somewhere boy?", Phillip asked as he dragged Paul, gasping, back into the centre of the ring. "You were eager enough a minute ago don't bottle it now blondie", Phillip sneered. Phillip kept hold of Paul's hair and grabbed him between his legs. Paul groaned as Phillip lifted Paul's body turning it through ninety degrees up to his shoulders by Paul's hair and groin.
"OK Paul, let's see what that young back can take", Phillip said, dropping Paul's back down onto his out stretched knee. Paul screamed as his lower back was driven on to Phillip's knee for a very painful back breaker. Paul rolled of Phillip's knee onto the floor and lay there hands clasped to his arched back. "Oh you cunt my back", Paul groaned. "I've only just started blondie", Phillip sneered. He dragged Paul's body up off the floor and draped it over his knee. Paul gasped as Phillip trapped him in an across the knee back breaker. Phillip pressed down on Paul's chin and legs bending Paul's back tightly over his knee.
"Ahh my back, my back", Paul groaned as Phillip held him in this very painful position. Phillip stared down at Paul's groin, the thin material of his light blue speedos was being stretched by his semi-hard cock. "Liking it already boy", Phillip asked. "Fuck you, wait till I get you down I won't blabber, I'll just make you submit", Paul snapped. "Tough spunky little bastard are we Paul", Phillip replied. Phillip grabbed Paul's cock with his hand and squeezed it hard. Paul gasped in shock staring into Phillip's face. "You're wrestling the bad guys now boy, in our matches anything goes", Phillip said smiling.
Phillip crushed Paul's cock in his hand, twisting it round delighting in the throbbing spasms that shot through it. Phillip could feel Paul's hard cock expanding to full erection in his hand. "Well Paul what are you going to do now give to me boy", Phillip asked as he continued to press on Paul's chin painfully bending his back. "No fuck you I won't give", Paul groaned. "You will, soon enough blondie that's if you don't cream your speedos first", Phillip stated. Phillip crushed Paul's cock hard, twisting the head right round making him scream. "Ahh, ohhh,....ahhh,... shit, my cock" Paul screamed. "Yeah boy its give it up or cum mate", Phillip sneered staring down into Paul's agonised face.
Phillip pushed harder on Paul's chin and started to pump his now very hard fully erect cock. "Ohh,. shit,.. ohhh,.. you,... ,you,... bastard", Paul gasped. "Yeah boy its your team's first submission or TKO", Phillip snapped. "Maybe even both blondie", Phillip added tipping, back his head and laughing loudly. Phillip could feel Paul's body shuddering helplessly across his knee gasping, mouth wide like a landed fish. "Well boy which one?", Phillip asked. "Ahhhh, fuck, OK, OK,....I give , I give", Paul gasped. "Yes the bad guys the champs win the first fall" Phillip shouted. "The good guys losers nil", he added with a sneer.
"OK Tom do you want to take over working on Paul?", Phillip asked his partner. "No let him tag I want to get to grips with Steve", Tom replied. "OK you got it", Phillip said rolling Paul off his knee. Paul grunted as his body hit the floor and he rolled over onto his belly. Paul's right hand held his cock trying to ease the burning pain from its brutal crushing. His left hand was pressed to the small of his back. Phillip walked over and tagged Tom changing places. Tom started to stretch against the ropes keeping an eye on Paul as he lay groaning on the canvas. After a couple of minutes, Paul got to his knees then struggled to his feet and staggered over to his corner. Steve tagged Paul, "Don't worry Paul it's early days yet", Steve said smiling into his hot sweaty face. Tom watched Steve climb through the centre rope into the ring then hold it so Paul could climb out.
Tom turned and moved to the centre of the ring to wait for Steve. Steve squared up to Tom who's waiting for him with a grin right across his face. Tom had an easy time of it with Paul and he was expecting more of the same. Maybe it was Steve's white trunks and boots that fooled him into thinking Steve was going to be just another good guy pushover.
Whatever it was, Steve's forearm smash took him completely off guard and wiped the grin right off his face. Steve's second lifted him off the mat and sent him sprawling back into his corner. Phillip was there offering to make the tag but Tom was furious to have been caught off guard and ignored Phillip's outstretched hand. Good, That's the way I want him angry and careless, no point in wasting finesse on Tom, Steve thought
Tom charged at Steve now and it was an easy matter to use Tom's speed against him, to catch Tom on his hip and throw Tom over, back to the canvas. Paul cheered from their corner and that just made Tom madder than ever. "You'll get yours again kid", Tom threatened, rising to his knees on the canvas. "Got to face me first Tom", Steve said, and he caught Tom under the chin with his knee as Tom was getting to his feet. "And that's for what you did to my partner", Steve stated.
This time Tom stayed down for a five count. As he climbed back to his feet, dazed and not really sure which way he was facing, Steve reached down for Tom's left booted foot and heaved it upwards strongly. Tom went back down to the mat again and Steve was on him, twisting his leg round Tom's and leaning into a powerful leg lock. For once Steve had a slight weight advantage and he used it to wring out the protests from Tom. "You bastard, you're breaking my leg, shit", Tom groaned.
"What's the matter soldier boy? Can't take a little pain?" Steve asked pushing down on Tom's DM, stretching out Tom's quads over his knees. "Shit! You'll pay for this", Tom snapped. Steve ignored him, looking across the ring at Phillip. "Remember this?" Steve called out to Phillip, and he levered Tom's leg some more.
Phillip just nodded slowly. "Like he says, you'll get yours Steve, in spades just like the last time", Phillip replied. Steve let up on the leg lock, rising to his feet. Tom thought Steve was about to let go. Instead Steve dropped back to the mat, driving his knee right into Tom's quad muscles. Tom howled in anguish, as Steve rose to his feet again, twisting Tom's leg savagely to turn him over, belly to the mat before crashing back down, elbow into Tom's spine catching Tom's right leg with his own left in a classic figure four. Steve sat on Tom's sweat-slicked back, heaving on Tom's booted foot, stretching out Tom's quads again but this time over the bar formed by his own leg.
Desperately Tom tried to force himself up from the canvas by the sheer strength of his arms, but Steve pressed down hard on Tom's foot until the pain of Tom's stretched muscles made him give up. Steve held Tom there for a while, letting Paul take in the sight of his humiliation, occasionally looking over his shoulder to get a glimpse of Tom's bunched shoulders. Holding onto the leg lock with one hand, Steve reached for the waist of Tom's combat trousers and yanked down. Sure enough Steve saw the flimsy material of his combat green bikini briefs, high between the cheeks of his muscular arse. "Just checking Tom", Steve said, and gave Tom's tight buttocks a hefty couple of slaps that left a nice pair of hand prints.
"You are going to pay big time man", Tom said through clenched teeth. Steve ignored Tom's threats. Instead, still holding on the leg lock with one hand, Steve reached out for Tom's throat with the other. Steve shifted his position so that he was kneeling on Tom, pressing all of his weight down through one knee on to one spot in the small of Tom's back. Tom groaned and struggled, he knew what Steve was about to do but in his position there was nothing he could do about it. With one last grin at Paul who gave Steve a thumbs up signal, Steve leaned back and hoisted Tom up into a back breaker, pulling down on Tom's boot and throat, stretching Tom's body mercilessly over his knee.
"Ah shit", Tom groaned, "Give soldier boy" Steve jeered. Steve forced his knee up and pulled harder down, arching Tom's spine painfully. "Break his back Steve", Paul shouted from his corner. "You,... wait, ... kid", Tom managed to gasp out before Steve upped the pain levels and he could only groan. "Give now squaddie, while you still can", Steve warned.
Steve knew the amount of punishment Tom could take was incredible, but even he was surprised now. Steve's knee was practically forcing Tom's spine through his back, his boots and head were both nearly touching the floor but Tom still refused to give. Steve bounced Tom around a bit to increase the pain still more, and that's where he made his mistake.
Tom's sweat-covered back slipped off Steve's knee. Tom's body came crashing down on Steve. Surprised, Steve lost his grip on Tom's boots and throat and Tom was on him. Tom half rose from the canvas and then fell back down, driving his knee into Steve's stomach. Tom repeated the trick again and then a third time, each time crashing down from a slightly higher position. "Like that good guy?" Tom sneered.
Steve writhed helplessly under Tom's onslaught, unable to stop Tom from his next attack. Tom grabbed one of Steve's flailing legs and hauled it up. Steve lay there, waiting for a leg lock. Instead Tom brought one of his highly-polished DMs down onto Steve's crotch. The pain was incredible, Steve could only gasp in sudden agony. Tom grinned, holding onto Steve's leg and ground his DM into Steve's groin. "Come on Steve", Paul called out from their corner, reaching out hopelessly as if he could tag Steve across the distance. Tom leered at Paul, pointing to Steve's tortured crotch. "This is what you've got coming to you pretty boy", Tom said. "This and a whole lot more", he added. With one last shove of his boot into Steve's balls, Tom threw Steve's leg aside with contempt and waited for Steve to get to his feet.
Steve rose slowly, hardly able to walk, he staggered forward a couple of paces, and Tom was on him again. Tom seized Steve from behind. Steve thought Tom was going for a reverse bear hug, so Steve was unprepared when Tom arched his back, lifting Steve into the air and then brought Steve crashing back down for a base of the spine drop onto his knee. Pain exploded up Steve's back, and he fell helplessly forward to the canvas. Steve was too stunned to really take in where he was. He only knew he was back in his corner when he felt Paul's hand strike his own and realised Paul had tagged him.
Painfully Steve climbed back outside the ropes and took up the tag rope. Steve watched Paul striding forward again confidently into the ring and he saw Tom waiting, smiling in anticipation. He could see Phillip on his tag rope grinning. Steve couldn't help feeling they both had something pretty unpleasant lined up for his young tag partner. Steve hoped Paul was going to be able to take it.
By Friar http://www.battle-annals.co.uk copyright 1999
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