In Line of Firefighting Gay Story
The Line of Fire:
Scott Roberts Wrestling Humiliation
By Bronze Muscleboy
This story, although based upon actual events, is pure fiction.
Scott Roberts had been bodybuilding since the age of 14 and now at age 24, has
what
most physique enthusiasts would consider to have the �perfect body.� His
youthful, blond
good looks sit atop a 6�-2�, 225-pound frame of rippling, defined muscularity.
His
beautifully muscled body is deeply tanned a bronze color and his skin is
impeccably shaved
of all hair save the long blond locks on his scalp and a small, neatly trimmed
patch of
blond pubic hair which can be easily tucked beneath the minute G-strings he is
so found of
wearing in front of admirers. Scott worked many long and hard hours in the gym
to
develop his perfect physique. Displaying every inch of his chiseled body was his
passion.
Scott has won hundreds of physique contests and has grown quite arrogant,
narcissistic,
and exhibitionistic, to the point of being out right brazen. He loves to compete
on stage
wearing one of his tiny G-strings as he teases the fans and antagonizes his
fellow physique
competitors. Not only during bodybuilding contests does the young muscleboy like
to
show off but, on the public beaches, gyms, and at crowded pools as well. �Oiling
up�,
flexing, and posing for a crowd is a real sensual turn-on for the young
muscleboy and he
frequently conceals a partial hard-on beneath those skimpy G-strings, something
not
uncommon among most self-admiring muscleboy types.
Although Scott has been making good money by winning contests and with posing
work,
he is anxious to really cash in on his perfect body. He knows plenty of physique
loving
fans will pay good money to see his beautifully muscled body, particularly in
forms of
strength and athletic contests. His desire to make money, show off his body, and
compete
in athletic contests, leads the young muscleboy to become involved in nightclub
oil
wrestling shows that are attracting huge crowds. The bodybuilding star now
pursues his
new career as a wrestler at a hot Toronto nightclub called �ManSweat�. The club
is really
packing in the customers and is filled every night to its 400 plus capacity.
About half the
customers are gay men, the rest a considerable number of women along with some
couples
and straight men. All are there to see the excitement of well-built, handsome
men
wrestling in oil and wearing little in the way of clothes. The atmosphere of the
club is one
of extreme sensuality as the huge crowd becomes filled with excitement as they
watch
muscled, near naked men engage in physical combat. After a few preliminary
matches, the
club air is heavy with the scent of the wrestler�s sweat, the smell of oil, and
the body odors
of hundreds of aroused customers as well as those of the wrestlers.
In no time, Scott became the favorite wrestler at the club. His perfect body,
wrestling
prowess, and uninhibited desire to wear the smallest of attire to wrestle in,
has both male
and female customers fighting for ringside tables. Scott, after several months
at the club,
is the undisputed champion, easily defeating all the other club wrestlers. He
soon
establishes his trademark appearances by competing in minuscule, leopard skin,
Nylon/Lycra G-strings that conceal the essentials and nothing more. This garment
also
provides a modicum of erection control and athletic support, the bare minimum
for public
exposure and athletic competition. He also excites the customers by putting on a
pre-
match posing show that only helps stimulate both the customers as well as
himself. For
the youthful muscleboy, such exhibitionistic/narcissistic performances and
teasing of his
admirers, is almost as good as sex itself. Scott Roberts engages in what can be
called
�auto-self-eroticism�, finding considerable sexual gratification in his own body
and in
showing it off. Something not uncommon among bodybuilders and physique
competitors.
All is going Scott�s way and he is making big bucks at beating all the other
club wrestlers,
often times by using some rather dirty fighting techniques. Eventually, much as
the
customers love seeing Scott in action, resentment begins to grow against his
arrogant,
brazen style and his use of dirty fighting. This feeling from the crowd seems to
give the
young bodybuilder a certain pleasure and he soon mocks the crowd�s displeasure
with
even more arrogance, bragging, dirty wrestling, and exhibitionistic showing off.
Then one
night, the unexpected happens. After finishing one of his pre-match posing acts,
a
customer from a crowded table of older, black men and women, jumps to his feet
and
issues a challenge to Scott, yelling out, �hey, try taking me on kid!� The Black
challenger
is quite large, perhaps 250 pounds, but considerably shorter than Scott. The
older
challenger has to be close to 60 years of age but appears to have a stout,
powerful body
although lacking the defined muscles of the youthful club�s star wrestler. Scott
initially
laughs off the old man�s challenge but soon, the entire club is shouting for
Scott to accept
the man�s desire for a match. Scott has no choice but to accept since the crowd
is not
about to let this end without a �show down� between the two. The old African
strips to a
pair of gym shorts worn beneath his trousers, jumps into the ring, and quickly
oils up. The
African�s ring attire is in sharp contrast to the young muscleboy�s. His gym
shorts are
baggy and he wears no jock or support underneath. The younger muscleboy is
practically
naked except for his tiny G-string. The club grows very loud with anticipated
excitement
as the match begins. The Black challenger�s friends back at his table are now
cheering for
their man. The rest of the crowd cheers for the challenger as well, not because
they want
him to win as much as they want to see the muscleboy lose. Some hate his
arrogance.
Others are jealous of his looks, pretty-boy muscles, and daring ring attire.
Everyone at the
club is looking forward to seeing the two muscular men engage in this ancient
form of
athletic competition � wrestling!
As the match prepares to begin, both wrestlers begin to hurl insults at one
another. Scott
tells the Black challenger that he has made a big mistake challenging a young
bodybuilder
like himself and will soon suffer the consequences. The older Black wrestler
only laughs
and informs his young opponent that he is about to get his ass whipped and that
he is
facing a night of �total humiliation.� As the match gets under way, it is soon
apparent that
the older Black man is no amateur. In fact, later information will reveal that
the African
�customer� is, in fact, a former professional wrestler from Nigeria and a
self-proclaimed
homosexual that goes by the name of Neombe. As it comes to be known, a large
group of
customers have paid the black wrestler to appear at the club and administer a
thorough
licking to the young, unsuspecting muscleboy turned wrestler. Not only have the
club
patrons paid to have Scott Roberts beaten at his own game but also they have
paid good
money to see the big African wrestler administer a total sexual humiliation
defeat on the
White muscle star.
As the two wrestlers came together in the center of the heavily oiled wrestling
pit, Scott
immediately grabbed at the older wrestler�s wrists and brought both his, and his
opponent�s arms to a vertical position. Scott was obviously going to go
one-on-one in a
test of strength. At the same time, the young muscleboy attempted some of his
dirty tricks
by bringing his knee up into Neombe�s groin. The big African was quick and
turned his
body just enough to avoid Scott�s knee from contacting his groin area. The White
wrestler now concentrated all his efforts in using his muscles to force the
Black wrestler
backwards, off balance, and eventually cause him to fall to the mat. Scott
appeared to be
succeeding as the African began to bend further and further backwards. A big
grin was on
the White bodybuilder�s face as he pushed the Black wrestler further off
balance.
Suddenly the grin on Scott�s face began to change to a look of concern, surprise
and
finally, worry. The smile was now on the older wrestler�s face as he began to
push the
young muscleboy backwards and off balance. The big African let out a laugh and
shouted
out, �what�s the matter pretty boy, can�t get this old man to go down?� Then,
the
African�s leg shot out, kicking Scott�s feet out from under him. The surprised
muscleboy
slipped on the slick mat, spun to the side and landed face-down on the oiled
mat. The
customers in the club screamed with pleasure at seeing the arrogant muscleboy
get put
down so easily and quickly by the �old man.� It now dawned on many of the
customers
that they might get the erotic pleasure of seeing this old Black �duffer� beat
and embarrass
the young bodybuilder. There was something highly sexual about such a
humiliating turn
of events. Most did not know about the �set-up�, the Black wrestler�s
background, and
just how far the humiliation would go that evening. No one would go home
disappointed
by evening�s end!
Scott was shocked at what happened and quickly jumped to his feet. Anger filled
him as
he heard the crowd�s laughter and taunts. Scott knew the old man had gotten
lucky
although Neombe�s strength now concerned the young wrestler. �How could such an
old
man still have that kind of power?� Scott though to himself. �I�ll break the
bastard�s back
for making me look silly�, as he looked to the spot where the African was now
standing.
The Black wrestler laughed and yelled out to Scott, �Come get me boy, let�s see
what you
got in you.� The muscleboy became even angrier as he charged at his tormenter.
As the
younger club wrestler reached for the African�s neck, the Black grappler quickly
side
stepped, drove his leg between Scott�s legs while, at the same time, smashed his
upper
arm into the muscleboy�s back. Scott went stumbling forward and again crashed
face-first
to the slick mat, sending a spray of hot oil flying in all directions. This time
however, the
Black wrestler had not retreated off to the side. Instead, he quickly dropped
himself at the
feet of the fallen bodybuilder and applied a Step-Over-Toe-Hold. Within seconds,
the
muscular, young bodybuilder was screaming in agony, pounding his fists on the
mat, and
squirming in an attempt to break free.
No matter how much Scott struggled, he seemed unable to break the leg hold and
the pain
and inability to break free was scaring him. To make matters worse, the big
African was
now taking advantage of the younger wrestler�s helplessness to add humiliation
to the
pain. Every few seconds, the African would deliver a hard slap across the bare
buttocks
of the youth while yelling out, �what�s the matter boy, you going to let this
old man spank
you in front of all these people and do nothing about it? I thought you were the
big
muscleboy champion around here. Let�s see you do some wrestling.� With that, the
African released the hold but, as he did, he grabbed hold of the back of Scott�s
G-string,
pulled it a good foot away from Scott�s body, and then let it snap back between
the
muscleboy�s ass crack. The younger wrestler let out a howl, jumped to his feet,
and
attempted to straighten the G-string in the back. The customers by now are
hilarious with
laughter over what they were seeing happen. Scott retreated to one edge of the
wrestling
pit, looking totally confused and somewhat panicked and now? scared.
Scott decided to again attack the big African, this time hoping to use his
magnificent
muscularity against the older man. The younger wrestler managed to get a Forward
Bear
Hug on the African, although to some watching, it was if the professional
wrestler allowed
the youth to get the hold only so he could later break out. Scott now felt he
had the Black
wrestler where he wanted him and would use his beautiful muscles to crush the
old man.
Muscleboy Scott squeezed with all his power, expecting the Black wrestler to cry
out for
submission. It was quite an erotic sight with the two bodies locked together,
glistening
with sweat and oil. Scott�s muscles heavily pumped now as he tried to squeeze
the fight
out of the challenger; the White bodybuilder�s deep bronzed, nearly naked body,
contrasting against the purplish/black skin of the older fighter. Those at
ringside were
becoming even more sensually excited as they viewed the wrestler�s bodies
together and
could now pick-up the heavy scent of their body sweat and nakedness.
As hard as the White wrestler tried, he seemed not able to hurt the big Black
wrestler.
�What the hell is going on?� Scott thought to himself. �How can he stand my
power?�
Suddenly, the African slammed his forearms hard against Scott�s head, stunning
the young
wrestler and causing a ringing in Scott�s ears. Scott loosened his grip
momentarily and
that was all the older wrestler needed. The Black fighter cast Scott�s arms to
the side,
spun the young athlete in a half circle and applied his own Bear Hug, this one
from the
rear. Scott�s arms and legs flailed about as he realized the hold had been
reversed on him
and he was now being lifted off his fee and feeling the power of the Black
wrestler�s arms
about his rib cage. The African was soon carrying Scott about the oil pit like a
rag doll,
applying greater and greater pressure, and causing his young opponent to cry out
for
release. After several painful minutes of this crushing Bear Hug, Scott felt
relief when the
pressure around his mid-section was released. However, his relief was short
lived because
the Black guy switched from the Bear Hug to a very painful Hammer Lock on
Scott�s left
arm, yanking the bodybuilder�s heavily muscled arm up behind the back with
seemingly
little effort. The muscleboy was again crying out in pain as he found himself
being
marched about the pit, most of the Scott on his toes, with the African pulling
ever harder
on his tortured left arm. Them, to make things even worse for the mucsleboy, the
African
began to pull and yanked on Scott�s G-string, pulling the back-string tightly
into the
youth�s ass crack. This action amused the customers and they cheered for more
such
punishment on the once proud bodybuilder. The abuse of the muscleboy�s G-string
caused great pressure against both his anus and his testicles. This discomfort,
however,
was also acting as a stimulant to his sexual organs and it caused him to become
aroused
despite the pain. Mentally too, the once exhibitionistic bodybuilder was now
under stress.
With the rough pulling of his skimpy garment, Scott became terrified that the
G-string
might be torn off. The young bodybuilder had always enjoyed showing off his
fantastic
physique but he now feared the possibility of finding himself fully naked in
front of a
crowd. Worse yet, the crowd would see that he was developing a boner. Scott
began to
plead with the African to stop pulling on his G-string and to release his hold.
Scott
acknowledged the African�s victory of �this fall� (although Scott knew he wanted
no more
wrestling against this African). Then, without warning, the Black wrestler took
a firm grip
of Scott�s leopard Nylon/Lycra G-string, yanked upward with great force, and
ripped the
skimpy garment right off the muscleboy�s ass. The crowd roared, Scott cried out,
�What
are you doing? Oh no, no, NO!� and the African laughed and began waving the
stripped-
off garment over his head.
What a sight! The crowd was thrilled with what they were witnessing while the
once
arrogant and over confidant muscleboy was totally humiliated and petrified. His
face was
getting more flushed by the second as he cried out in pain from the Hammer Lock
Hold,
his sheer embarrassment, and not knowing what was next in store. He pleaded with
someone to stop the match, hoping that the club�s management would stop things
but no
one was about to stop this match. There he was, considered to have one of the
best
physiques around, now trapped in a painful wrestling hold, losing to an old man,
totally
naked in front of over 400 people. His body was indeed one of the best around
and it
looked marvelous now on full display, helpless, shining with sweat and oil, and
with every
inch of muscle straining and on display for all to see. Even more amusing for
the crowd
was the youth�s partial erect penis, now pointing down at about a 45-degree
angle, thick
and firm, and adorned by the small, blond, oil-slicked patch of pubic hair.
Those close to
the ringside could also see the small, very tight, close-hung scrotum, typical
of a man in
his 20�s, with the two very distinct balls packed within. Many expected that,
before the
match ended, these little sensitive balls would receive their share of punishing
attention.
As the African continued upward pressure on the muscleboy�s left arm he also
proceeded
to shove the young wrestler in circles about the wrestling pit. Then, to further
humiliate
the bodybuilder/wrestler, the African took his right hand, still containing the
sweat and oil-
soaked G-string torn from the muscleboy, and clamped the tiny, daring garment
that
moments ago contained Scott�s erection and provided him some minimal athletic
support,
over the muscleboy�s face! The club broke out in near riot laughter as the Black
wrestler
began to rub the muscleboy�s own G-string in his face. Scott�s head twisted from
side to
side in and attempt to keep the wet, heavily musked, posing string-pouch off his
face but
he could not. The bodybuilder�s nostrils were soon filled with the scent of his
own sexual
organs, anal area, sweat, and the wrestling pit oils. Humiliating as it was, the
smells had
their effect on the strong sexual sensitivities of so young a man and Scott�s
erection
hardened to the point of bringing it thumping against his prize winning
abdominals.
Comments could now be heard regarding the size of the bodybuilder�s hardened
penis.
Big and muscular as Scott was, his cock was a rather average 7 inches in length
which
seemed unimpressive to many who thought so powerfully built a man should possess
an
equally large �manhood�, not that either had anything to do with the other. In
particular,
the Black women in the audience made loud, laughing comments about the
muscleboy�s
�small organ.� Scott grew even more red faced and was near tears with pain and
embarrassment. As the bodybuilder was pushed and twisted around the ring, his
engorged
cock bounced from side to side and slapped against the adjoining belly. This
constant
stimulation now brought more fear to the muscleboy�s heart that he might �lose
control.�
What would he do�, he thought, if he could not hold himself and �sprayed� his
sex juice�
in front of everyone. He was really terrified now.
The Black wrestler now had Scott�s leopard G-string partially in the youth�s own
mouth
and the garment�s elastic strings tangled around his ears. The very portion of
the
string/pouch that had been against the youth�s anus now rested directly against
his nostrils.
The muscleboy most certainly was inhaling his own most intimate body scent as
never
before. This allowed the African to make use of his right hand to administer
further
punishment to his young opponent. The Black wrestler reached around with his
right
hand, and still holding the Hammer Lock with his left, and began to claw, pinch,
and twist
the nipples on the rack-hard pectorals of the muscleboy. At the same time, the
older
wrestler began driving his right knee hard into the buttocks of the youth.
Neombe�s knee
repeatedly smashed into the muscular anal cleft of the youth, surely striking
with great
pressure against the anus and possibly even the ball sack of the young wrestler.
This was a
real �pay-back� for Scott�s earlier attempt to knee the African in the groin.
With each
blow of the knee, the humiliated bodybuilder�s hard penis snapped against his
belly and
swung from side to side, drawing considerable attention to the swollen member.
Then,
grabbing the blond hair atop the muscleboy�s head, still holding him with the
Hammer
Lock as well, the huge Black wrestler lifted the younger wrestler completely off
his feet
and close to two feet off the mat. Then, the African quickly dropped to one knee
and
brought Scott down, butt first, onto his raised knee. The bodybuilder hit hard
his tailbone
directly on the hard knee of the African. Scott let out a howl of pain as the
Black wrestler
now totally released his opponent and watch with a grin on his face as Scott
rolled about
the mat rubbing his sore backside. The hurting muscleboy struggled to his feet
and pulled
the ripped G-string off his face. With his face flushed red with blood, he made
a vain
attempt to don the skimpy garment again and cover his exposed genitals. It was
no use,
however, as the string had been torn from the pouch rendering it unwearable.
Even if the
G-string had been useable, the muscleboy�s harden cock would have been difficult
to tuck
back into the flimsy Nylon pouch. The scene was quite humorous as the young
bodybuilder hobbled from one leg to another, trying to don the damaged G-string
one
moment, holding it over his swollen member the next, all the Scott looking
confused,
scared, embarrassed, and with the appearance of looking for someone to help him.
It was not long before the big African wrestler attacked the youth again. The
older
grappler ripped the G-string from the muscleboy�s hands and threw it aside. He
soon had
Scott by the hair again, this time dragging him to the edge of the wrestling pit
next o the
ring rope enclosure. Within seconds, the muscleboy found himself ensnarled in
the ropes,
arms out-stretched, handing helplessly, and facing outward toward the ringside
tables.
Suddenly Scott felt a stinging crack across his naked buttock, then another, and
another.
The customers in the club were laughing like mad and expressing their delight in
what was
taking place. The older man was administering a public spanking on the bare ass
of this
once proud and arrogant young physique champion. Scott felt ultimate
embarrassment at
this since the crowd was chiding him �that he deserved being spanked like a bad
little boy
by this old man.� Scott�s face was now red as a beat and his prize-winning
glutes were
beginning to redden as well from the blows being rained on them by the African.
The old,
Black wrestler certainly knew hoe to totally humiliate a young muscleboy in
public!
Then, following the spanking, the African began to administer some really brutal
punishment on the younger wrestler. With the youth still handing helplessly in
the ropes,
his hair still being pulled by the left hand of the African, Scott felt his
opponent�s right
hand snake between his muscular thighs and grab hold of his scrotum. The older
wrestler
began to squeeze, pull, twist, and yank at the muscleboy�s most sensitive body
part. Scott
began to cry out and pleaded with the African to let go of his ball sack but the
old,
professional wrestler from Nigeria just ignored his pleas and continued the
punishment.
Scott begged, cried, and pleaded all the more as excruciating pain filled his
groin and
flowed up into his abdominal region and down through his inner thighs. At times,
the
African would pull down hard on the young athlete�s ball sack, which caused the
skin on
his hard penis to draw down along the shaft. This had the effect of emphasizing
the
muscleboy�s erection even more and gave those at nearby tables quite a sight.
With each
yank on the ball sack, the glans penis would stand out like a huge, shiny acorn
with its
darken, purplish ring looking like it was going to explode at any second.
Occasionally tiring of this abuse to his opponent�s most sensitive areas, the
Black
challenger would step back, make some insulting comments, laugh at his
opponent�s
helpless state, and plant some hard kicks to the White muscleboy�s already sore
buttocks.
Some of these kicks were well aimed to drive deep into the crack separating the
rock-hard
mounds of the youth�s ass cheeks and strike hard at the anus. Other kicks were
deliberately aimed up between the muscular thighs of the youth so that Neombe�s
foot
slapped against Scott�s unprotected balls and cock.
The big Black wrestler was not about to end his whipping and humiliation of the
White
muscular nightclub wrestler and the crowd was screaming for more. The African
now
moved to reposition his defeated opponent in the ropes. Pulling one of Scott�s
arms free
of the ropes, the youth was spun around so as to now face the center of the
wrestling oil
pit. His arm was again ensnarled in the ropes, leaving him hanging helpless as
before but
facing a new direction. The muscleboy�s penis had softened somewhat from all the
pain
and humiliation but was still partially erect and hung heavy and firm between
the young
man�s legs. It flopped from side to side and up and down as his sweat-soaked
body
bobbed in the ropes. The Black wrestler approached Scott now and began to pull
and
twist at the nipples on the muscleboy�s powerful chest. The crowd loved this and
yelled
for more of it. It was becoming apparent even to those in the crowd not involved
in the
�plot� that the Black professional wrestler was intent on doing more than just
defeat the
younger, White wrestler. With the stripping, attacks to the youth�s genitals,
and the
frequent �nipple� attacks, the crowd could sense that the gay Black wrestler was
out to
totally humiliate his youthful opponent in a sexually explicit manner. No one in
the
audience was leaving in protest!
It was not just the audience that now could sense that this was becoming more
than just
another wrestling match. The once cocky and over confidant Scott was now
confused and
scared. He now began to realize that his opponent was going to humiliate him in
a sexual
way and not just by defeating him in an athletic contest. The big Black wrestler
was now
pulling and twisting his sensitive breast nipples, something he had never
experienced
before. But worse, as he now hung helpless, the older athlete was also attacking
his
private parts as well. Neombe was grabbing Scott�s half-hard penis and pulling
and
twisting at it. He was also �milking� it in such a way that the youth�s sex
organ was again
becoming rock-hard. The young bodybuilder�s balls also came in for some
punishment as
they too were occasionally being yanked on, twisted, squeezed, and slapped. As
much as
this hurt the muscleboy, it also caused him uncontrolled erotic sensations that
flowed in
both directions from his sex organs, flowing upward into his abdominals and down
below
his tight ball sack into his anal area. �What was he doing?� the muscular youth
thought to
himself. All the time, the Black wrestler was taunting the youth about his being
�whipped
by the old man� and not being able to control himself. As the Black fighter
worked over
the youth�s most private areas, he made jokes about the size of the muscleboy�s
now
totally stiff penis. The African slapped the bone-hard penis of the muscleboy
several times
and then stepped back a few feet. The Black wrestler laughed and pointed at the
youth�s
erect penis, commenting on its size. �What the hell do you call that? It looks
like a little
boys!� (hardly at 7 inches in length). �The big, bad, muscleboy stud sure don�t
have a real
man�s cock! All that weight lifting don�t make you a real man, do it? Do it,
White boy?
I�ll show you what a real man looks like; a real Black man!� The African
suddenly
reached down and peeled off his own sweat-soaked gym shorts. The audience went
crazy
with cheers, hooting and hollering, as the old wrestler�s gym shorts came off
and a huge,
black, hard-as-a-rod, uncut cock sprang forth. The African�s penis was thick and
unbelievably hard for a man his age and had to be close to 12 inches in length.
The Black
wrestler laughed as he ran his fist up and down his swollen organ. �Now this is
a real
man, not some fancy-pants muscleboy like you. I emphasize, BOY!� Scott hung
helpless,
his eyes wide in disbelief at what the Black was doing.
Now, the young muscleboy felt total humiliation. He not only had been stripped
and
beaten by this old man, he was now hanging helpless, his hard penis being
compared by all
against that of his opponent�s. The crowd was being merciless in their comments
and
shouts. They were saying all sorts of things about the White muscleboy�s
inferiority
against that of the �old man.� The White wrestler�s penis was no match in size
against
that of the Black wrestler�s. The younger wrestler�s age gave him the advantage
of a
hard-on that was straight up and thumping against his hard-muscled abdomen. The
Black,
on the other hand, had a very hard cock, but it stood more or less straight out,
no longer
possessing the rigidness of youth. Despite this, the African�s sex organ grabbed
all the
attention because of its very size, dwarfing the more rigid penis of the young
bodybuilder�s.
The Black wrestler walked up against the White wrestler who was again begging
for the
contest to be ended. As the older challenger and somewhat aroused wrestler came
close,
the youth squirmed and twisted in the ropes, trying in vain to get loose. The
muscleboy�s
eyes were big as saucers and his face filled with fear as he looked at the
African�s huge
and swollen cock. Totally intimidated by the �old man�s� massive sex organ, the
younger
wrestler now realized he might be sexually assaulted as the crowd watched. The
Black
was soon pressing his engorged member into the belly of the younger wrester and
making
lewd remarks. Soon, the older man was beating his engorged member against the
smaller
penis of his trapped opponent, giving the appearance of two men engaging in a
dueling
match but using their cocks rather than swords. As the two swollen members
smashed
together, the African�s much larger uncut organ crushed and pushed the younger
man�s
hard and cut penis at will. The two wrestler�s scrotums also offered quite a
comparison
for the excited crowd. The young, White wrestler�s balls were swollen but still
tight and
compact in their sack. The younger wrestler�s scrotum was smooth and hairless
and shined
with oil under the ring lights. Each time the sensitive ball sack of the
muscleboy was
struck by the hard rod of the African, the contents were inflicted with pain and
pushed
from side to side but barely moved much because of the youthful tightness of the
sack. On
the other hand, the big African�s ball sack was huge and covered with black
hair.
Indicative of his age, Neombe�s balls hung down half way along his thighs and
swung back
and forth with each movement.
Then, the older man again repositioned the youth in the ropes so that he was
again facing
out toward the crowd of laughing spectators. Now pressing his body tight against
the
back of the White wrestler, the big Black grappler grabbed the blond hair of his
opponent
and wrenched the youth�s head backward. Scott suddenly found the anaconda-like
upper
arm of the African wrapped beneath his neck, choking him. Then, Scott�s face
became
buried in the hairy armpit of the African. The White wrestler could barely
breathe. What
little air he was getting into his lungs was filled with the heavy, musk-like
odor of the
Black man�s armpit. The African�s profuse sweat covered Scott�s face, getting
into his
eyes and filling his mouth with his taste. Meanwhile, having pressed himself
tight against
the White wrestler�s back, the hard sex organ of the Black now had slipped
between the
youth�s legs and protruded out the front, resting neatly beneath the erect penis
of the
youth. As Scott bounced in the ropes, he could feel the constant pressure of the
African�s
cock pressing against his own tender scrotal sack. Occasionally, the older
grappler would
stomp on the ring ropes, causing Scott to bounce up and down in his suspended
state.
When this happened, the helpless youngster�s tight scrotum would slam even
harder down
upon the African�s hard cock, causing him considerable discomfort. It was almost
as if the
muscleboy were falling Scott-after-Scott �off the seat and onto the frame of a
bicycle.�
Scott�s balls were soon aching like crazy while he still struggled madly to free
his face
from the smelly armpit of his opponent.
Those fans seated on the right side of the ring were treated to quite a sight.
With the
African�s stiff cock protruding between the White wrestler�s legs, many of the
seated
customers were offered the comparison of the two men�s sex organs. Even coming
from
behind the muscleboy�s backside, the older wrestler�s hard cock now stood even
with the
tip of the younger man�s, but Scott�s was half as thick. The fans were amazed at
the size
of the Black man�s sex organ and how it dwarfed that of the young muscleboy�s.
The two
hard cocks pressed together, one bronze colored, the or the coal-black, both
sticky with
sweat and oil, and looking as if they would burst from their skins. A close
observation
would also have revealed a small amount of fluid oozing from the younger
wrestler�s cock
opening. The young muscleboy�s youth made him unable to withstand such intense
stimulation and was causing him to become overly aroused. He now feared the
possible
humiliating outcome.
Then Neombe backed off slightly and looker over his trapped opponent. He then
proceeded to administer half-a-dozen sever slaps to the rock-hard buttocks of
the young
muscleboy. Oil spattered in al directions with each slap, followed by a cry of
pain and
indignation from the younger wrestler, and considerable howls of amusement from
the
packed club as the enjoyed the muscleboy�s public �bare-ass spanking.� The
spanking
stopped after a few moments and the African placed his hands on each of Scott�s
ass
cheeks. Suddenly, the younger wrestler found his buttocks being spread by the
rough
hands of the older wrestler who then said loudly, �well, well, lets get a look
at this
muscleboy�s tight little ass hole. Looks virgin to me! Scott to break this
little opening up,
don�t you think?� With that, the big Black fighter pushed the swollen tip of his
hard cock
up against the pinkish brown anus of the youth. Scott cried out in shock and
disbelief as
he felt the stiff penis of the African push against his most sensitive area. The
young
bodybuilder had never experienced anything like this before and had never known
any anal
sexual stimulation. It scared the hell out of him and he struggled even harder
against the
ropes and the African�s hold on him. The young wrestler strained every muscle
trying to
get free and it presented a beautiful and sensual display for all those
watching. The
panicky wrestler�s body twisted in the ropes and his fantastically developed
muscles
strained and glistened under the stage lights. The sweat and oil on his body
hi-lighted
every curve and shape of his well-trained, yet seemingly useless muscles.
Again, the big gay wrestler pushed his cock tip against the youth�s tight anal
opening.
This time, the tip of the African�s hard cock penetrated a small amount into the
younger
wrestler�s ass opening. Scott cried out, his eyes big with shock �Stop it! Stop
it!
Someone stop him! He�s going to rape me!�
�What�s that?� the older athlete shouted out. �A big, tough muscleboy hero like
you
afraid an old man like me might fuck you up the ass? You guts all those
pretty-boy,
shiney looking muscles that all the gals go crazy for but you can�t keep a poor
ole boy like
me from slapping your ass red and sticking my pole up your brown eye? What kind
of
muscleboy rassler are you any ways?� The challenger was getting a real kick out
of
tormenting his trapped opponent and the crowd was enjoying it as well.
The older wrestler again pushed up against Scott�s backside and tried to poke
his hard
cock between the youth�s ass cheeks. Scott cried out again in panic and squirmed
feverishly to avoid Neombe�s sex organ. Scott�s buttocks look fantastic to any
connoisseur of a well-developed pair of glutes and the young muscleboy�s were
some of
the best around. Scott�s well-rounded ass was hard and shapely, beautifully
tanned and
glistening with his sweat and the slick wrestling oil. Tan as the youngster�s
ass was, at
this point, both of his �globes� also showed a rosy glow from the many slaps the
African
had administered as Scott hung defenseless in the ropes. Scott�s frantic
gyrations in the
ropes were preventing the African from accomplishing his �final humiliations� of
the
nightclub�s star oil wrestler. Neombe reached down and grabbed both of Scott�s
ankles
and pulled the White wrestler�s legs out from under him and upward. In a quick
motion,
Scott�s body was swung around in the ropes in a three-quarter circle so that he
was almost
horizontal to the mat. As Scott�s body, which was still well twisted in the
ropes, swung in
an arc, his head ended up jammed between the heavy thighs of the African, face
up, with
the Black man�s balls pressed against Scott�s face. The younger wrestler could
hardly
breath and could see little day light now as his face was nearly covered with
the hairy,
sweating balls and ass of the African. As the Black wrestler moved his thighs
about, he
was soon squashing Scott�s head between his trunk-like upper legs and all but
muffling
cries of his trapped opponent. Scott�s hands clawed and pulled at the sides of
the
African�s hips and legs in a desperate attempt to pull his head free from
between the legs
of the African but the efforts were futile. The helpless muscleboy could barely
breathe
and, what little air he could get, was filled with the heavy musk of the Black
man�s crotch
and ass crack.
In one corner of the club stood Joe and Patricia Barrnet, owners of the club.
When they
first introduced nightly oil wrestling at the club some six months earlier, they
knew the
matches, both girls and men�s events, would prove popular with their customers.
However, neither one ever thought the matches would get this far out of hand and
become
so �heavily erotic and realistic.� Oh, there had been the occasional match that
saw
tempers flair, particularly among the girl wrestlers, and there were two
incidences in which
girls had been stripped of their bikinis during a match. One of these, in
particular, resulted
in a rather hot evening of wrestling. A beautiful, young, and athletic college
girl thought
she could earn some easy money by doing some oil wrestling. Unfortunately, she
was
matched against an old broad named Helga and ended up stripped, spanked, and in
tears.
The customers loved every minute of the girl�s embarrassment! These incidences
lead to
some embarrassing moments for the girls but also served to increase the
popularity of the
club�s wrestling shows. But now, both Barrnets stood in near shock and disbelief
at what
they were witnessing. Their star wrestler was getting his young butt totally
whipped and
was being sexually humiliated before the packed club. Both owners felt that
perhaps they
should attempt to put a quick stop to what was going on before word got out and
their
liquor license might be pulled. On the other hand, both Joe and his wife were as
�turned
on and excited� as their customers over what was happening in the ring. It was
the hottest
wrestling show either had ever seen! Furthermore, both realized that, to stop
the match at
this point, would probably result in a riot among the crowd, which was enjoying
the
�show.� Joe and his wife continued to watch the goings on in the ring along with
everyone else, often joining in with cheers. At one point, Patricia turned to
her husband
and jokingly said that they needed to do something about the club�s air
conditioning. With
the huge crown on hand this night and their extreme excitement over what was
taking
place in the ring, the temperature in the nightclub must now have reached 100
degrees.
Everyone was sweating profusely and the aroma in the club had taken on that
heavy scent
of sexual sweat and the body odors of the crowd as well as that of the naked
wrestlers
currently in the ring as well as that left over from the near naked wrestlers of
the previous
matches.
What was happening in the ring was a mix of combat sporting event and pure
erotic sports
show. The young bodybuilder�s situation had not improved one bit and he still
remained
in a most degrading, helpless, and vulnerable position. What had been the proud,
arrogant, muscleboy club champion wrestler was now reduced to a most humiliating
and
pitiful sight indeed. Scott�s head was still trapped between the powerful black
thighs of
the other wrestler, his face pressed indecently against the crotch of the older
man.
Although difficult to tell, Scott�s mouth was pressed against the sweaty, hairy
ball sack of
the African while his nose was buried somewhere in the man�s ass crack. It must
have
been very difficult for the White wrestler to get any air at all like this and,
what little
breath he could get, surely was heavily �spiced� with the older wrestler�s
sexual scent.
The upper torso of the muscleboy was directly in front of his opponent and
stretched
horizontally, held in place by the two upper ring ropes, which were twisted
tightly about
the young wrestler�s lower chest. Scott�s muscular legs hung partially outside
the raised
ring, thrashing and kicking in a futile effort to free his body. Scott�s
beautifully muscled
torso was in a perfect position for his opponent to attack the youth�s chest,
hard abdomen,
thighs, and worse, his exposed sex organs. Holding the young wrestler�s head
between his
thick thighs, and with the ropes keeping the youth�s body secure, the Black
wrestler�s
hands were totally free to punish the muscleboy�s tan, muscled physique.
Laughing at his
opponent�s situation, Neombe applied painful �Claw Holds� to the washboard-like
abdominal section of the youth. Despite the White bodybuilder�s superbly
conditioned
mid-section, the Black wrestler�s powerful hands were inflicting real torture on
the youth.
Each time a new �Claw Hold� was applied, the muffled cries of the younger
wrestler could
be detected as his legs kicked out in desperation and his hands slapped and
pulled at the
tights and buttocks of his opponent. In addition to the painful �Claw Holds� the
older
Black man was also slapping the smooth, tan flesh before him. Each slap
resounded
throughout the club and sweat and oil flew in all directions with each blow.
Each slap also
brought cheers and laughter from the crowd. Occasionally, Neombe swung under
Scott�s
trapped body and brought a stinging slap across the hard ass cheeks of the
younger
grappler. With each crack across the youth�s ass, his body flopped up and down
in the
ropes causing his still rock hard cock to pulsate and slap against his belly.
This too
brought howls of laughter from the turned-on spectators. It was not long before
Neombe�s attacks began to also focus on the muscular thighs of the bodybuilder.
Once
these thigh attacks started, it was no time before �suggestions� from the
challenger�s
friends in the crowd lead the Neombe to attack the sex organs of the youth.
The African leaned forward causing his own swollen and massive-sized sex organ
to rest
along the length of the White athlete�s chest. In this position, the tips of
each of the men�s
cocks now touched, giving the strange appearance of some sort of �stare-down� by
the
sex tools. There was no doubt about whose cock overpowered who�s. Hard, tight,
and
glowing with sweat and oil, the White boy�s cut cock would have looked
impressive in
most situations, but not tonight. The big Black wrestler�s uncut pole was just
as hard and
much longer and thicker than the White muscleboy�s and totally dominated the
match-up.
The African �stabbed� his cock repeatedly into the younger wrestler�s, easily
pushing it
from side to side, away from and then against, the muscleboy�s muscular
mid-section. As
the two cock tips touched and rubbed, both showed signs of a small amount of
sticky,
white substance oozing from their openings.
After amusing himself for a few minutes of this �cock rubbing,� the Black
wrestler leaned
back again, punched and slapped the gut of the younger wrestler, and then
roughly
attacked the youth�s sex organs again. The African grabbed hold of Scott�s cock
and
began to pull and yank it around as well as giving it some painful twists. At
several points,
he grasped the younger man�s swollen cock with both hands and then twisted in
opposite
directions. Scott�s muscular and glistening body arched and twisted in agony and
his
muffled cries grew louder at the application of the old professional wrestler�s
famous
�Cobra Twist.� Finishing with the punishment of Scott�s cock, at least for a few
minutes,
the Black now grabbed a hold on Scott�s tight, firm ball sack and pulled on it
to �examine
it� more closely. Neombe looked at Scott�s balls and yelled out for all to hear,
�well, well,
looks like we gots a little bag of cherry stone here don�t it? Well, let�s just
shake �em up a
bit and squeeze them a bit, hug?� For the next minute or so, the former club�s
oil
wrestling champion found his most sensitive organ being pulled, slapped,
squeezed,
shaken, twisted, and everything else imaginable. Had the young wrestler�s face
not been
buried in the older wrestler�s crotch and ass, his cries and pleadings would
certainly have
been loud and clear. Then, the Black man finally stopped tormenting Scott�s most
sensitive body parts, straightened up, reached behind him, and took a hold of
Scott�s hair.
Now having a good grip on Scott�s scalp, the Black opened his thighs and pushed
the
young man�s head out of his crotch. For the first Scott in many minutes, the
crowd could
again see the face of the beaten wrestler and hear his cries of submission and
suffering.
Hanging onto the White wrestler�s scalp hair, the Neombe looked down and said,
�well
White muscle boy, how does it feel to get yur ass whipped by this old boy? Huh?
What
do you have to say for yourself? What happened to all your bragging and
strutting and
posing?� Scott was desperately trying to suck in some much-needed air and trying
to
wipe the sweat from his eyes. As soon as he could speak, the scared and beaten
youngster
began to plead to the Black man for his release. He wanted no more of this
wrestling
contest and wanted his humiliation to end quickly. The Black man chided Scott
some
more by saying, �maybe you haven�t learned your lesson yet, boy!!!! Maybe I need
to rub
your face in my ass some more?� Scott started crying out, �No, no, please, no
more of
that. I can�t breathe there and your smell is too strong.� �What say?� the Black
professional wrestler yelled out. �You saying by balls and ass stink? Well, if
you hate it so
much, how come your little pecker is so fucking hard? I think maybe you like the
smell of
my sex! Maybe you like men like me as much as all those girls you show off for.
Maybe
it�s time to see if you�re more receptive now to having my big, black Mamba up
your
cherry ass hole!�
Neombe now stepped off his trapped opponent and pulled him free of the ropes. He
then
grabbed Scott and pulled him to the center of the ring. In quick succession, the
African
�Snap Mared� the younger bodybuilder some half-dozen times. Each time, as Scott
staggered to his feet, he was grabbed about the neck and flipped over Neombe�s
shoulder,
sending him slamming to the mat on his back, sweat and oil flying. By the end of
this
series of punishing moves, young Scott was not even sure which direction was
which.
Then, in one more punishing maneuver, the physique star/wrestler was crotch
lifted,
turned sideways, carried to the edge of the ring, and �Straddle Dropped� on the
top ring
rope. With one leg on either side of the ropes, Scott�s naked body bounced four
or five
times on the top rope, groin first, and then he fell off onto the mat. The
naked, sweating,
muscle hunk now rolled about the mat, clutching his bruised sex organs, and
crying in
agony. The big African circled his fallen opponent, laughing and occasionally
planning a
well-aimed kick on the nude youth�s bare ass. As the older Black wrestler
circled the
prostrate younger wrestler, his massive Black cock remained hard and thick, and
bounced
and swayed in front of him like a threatening weapon. By now, all the customers
could
sense that the Black wrestler had every intention of using that huge sex tool to
further
humiliate and punish his young, muscleboy opponent. From time to time, the old
wrestler
ran his fist up and down his oiled sex shaft, helping to keep it rock hard,
while, at the same
time, drawing attention to his pride in the superiority of his �manhood� over
the much
younger White youth�s body.
After a few minutes of rolling in pain, Scott struggled to his hands and knees
and began to
crawl toward the ropes and the ring�s edge. He obviously wanted no more part in
this
wrestling contest and was looking for a quick exit. Unfortunately for the young
muscle
star, the Black man was not yet ready for the show to end. He ran up behind the
escaping
youth and planted a hard kick right between his hard, muscular buttocks, sending
the poor
youngster sliding across the mat on his belly. Again, Scott attempted to raise
himself up
on his hands. This time, as he rose, he turned his face toward the large Black
man and
raised his on hand in a pleading gesture. The look on Scott�s face was one of
total fear
and panic. He seemed to sense that he would not be able to escape this powerful
challenger and that he was in for further punishment and humiliation. The
African wrestler
reached down and grabbed Scott by the hair. As he pulled Scott to his feet, the
younger
man cried and pleaded with the Black man not to hurt him anymore. Scott�s hands
clutched at Neombe�s hands, trying to relieve the tension on his hair. As the
young
wrestler was dragged to his feet, his body swung in semi-circles as he spun half
suspended
by his hair. The White wrestler cried out in desperation, �Oh, oh, let go of my
hair,
please, you�re pulling my hair out! Please! Please! No more, no more! I give, I
give!
Please let me go.�
It was an astonishing sight to behold. Here was this
handsome, young,
muscle stud, who looked like he would be a top ranked contender in the Mr.
Universe
Contest, being totally dominated and punished by this old man. It was
unimaginable but it
was happening before the eyes of this huge crowd. Scott�s beautifully muscled
body,
totally naked, tan, and glowing under the ring lights with sweat and oil, was a
fantastic
sight to see yet appeared helpless against the older man�s thick, powerful
frame. Every
muscle in the youth�s body seemed pumped to its maximum as his body fought to
free
itself yet it all seemed to be futile. The young bodybuilder�s cock was still,
oddly, almost
fully hard and bounced like a tight spring in front of his groin. In this
position, the crowd
was getting a perfect view of the youth�s naked and magnificent physique in all
its glory.
Every muscle could be studied in detail as well as all the youths golden tanned
skin. Every
inch of Scott�s prize-winning physique was deeply tanned and free of body hair.
Only a
small G-string tan mark was visible about his groin, hips, and ass crack which
seemed to
give emphasis to this total nakedness now. Only a small, neatly trimmed patch of
hair sat
at the base top of his cock. The small patch of pubic hair looked almost like a
small crown
marking his sex. Scott obviously spent many hours grooming and tuning his
magnificent
body. Beautifully as it was, it now seemed useless in this combat of �youth vs.
age.�
Youth was facing total, public embarrassment and humiliation and the crowd loved
every
minute of it. What an upset! Strangely though, one could see a rather odd
reaction
among some of the younger customers at the ringside tables. Even though excited
and
aroused as much as any of the other customers over this wrestling erotica show
they were
watching, many of the younger ones had a look of bewilderment and showed some
signs
of embarrassment themselves. Here they were, looking at a young stud, in their
own age
bracket, being beaten and humiliated by an �old man.� Scott was the epitome of
all the
all-desirable muscleboy. He had looks, youth, confidence, and a world-class
muscle body.
Up until an hour ago, he was looked upon as an unbeatable wrestler as well. Now,
the
young night clubbers, along with everyone else, sat and watched as some ancient
old
Black man was making a complete fool out of the young muscle hunk. Age and
experience were showing up muscleboy youth! It was somewhat embarrassing for
those
of that age group even as they felt the erotic sensuality of what was taking
place in the
ring.
Now that the Black wrestler had his young opponent in a standing position, he
quickly
grabbed the left arm of the youth and yanked it behind his back, applying a
painful
Hammer Lock Hold. The Black man now proceeded to �march� the naked youth about
the ring, literally putting Scott on display for the screaming mass of
customers. Scott
howled in pain and humiliation as he was paraded about the ring, often being
forced to
walk on his toes, his youthful �boner� still bouncing before him. In a moment,
things got
even worse for the young wrestler. Neombe released his hold on Scott�s hair and,
while
still holding the Hammer Lock with one hand, he reached with the other between
Scott�s
thighs and took a hold on the youngster�s scrotum.
The older challenger, now
having a
good grip on the slippery bag of sex balls, pulled harshly back on the sack,
pulling it
almost half way up the youth�s ass crack. Scott�s �march� around the ring now
continued
as he begged and pleaded for the African to let him go. With his ball sack being
pulled
from behind and between his thighs, his hard erection was pulled away from his
belly and
stood sort of straight out. This gave even greater emphasis to his nudity and
aroused
state. It also brought even more laughter and lurid suggestions from the amused
crowd.
Scott�s free hand alternately clutched at his groin and then at his own hair as
he pleaded
and begged for this tormenter to let him go. Neombe was having far too much fun
showing up the once arrogant muscleboy and continued to parade the naked youth
about
the ring, occasionally ramming him cock first into a ring post.
Finally, the Black wrestler decided to punish his White opponent in some new
fashions.
Neombe began to run Scott in ever decreasing circles until the young wrestler
fell face
first to the mat. Then, still holding onto his Hammer Lock Hold, the African
once again
proceeded to slap the bare ass of the club�s star wrestler. The sever slaps
could be heard
all over the club and, as sweat and oil flew on the round melons of Scott�s ass
with each
blow, the crowd began to count aloud each embarrassing �spank.� Even with this
great
tan, Scott�s ass cheeks were soon taking on a reddish glow from the public
spanking.
Somehow, it seemed like a most suitable way for the much older wrestler to
punish his
brazen young opponent. Scott�s face was redder than ever now and he was begging
the
Black wrestler to stop his degrading punishment. Well, the older challenger
finally did
cease with the spanking but only to begin a new phase of humiliating punishment
for
Scott.
Releasing his Hammer Lock on the younger man, the pro-wrestler quickly flipped
Scott
over on his back. Neombe then jumped into a sitting position on Scott�s chest
and pinned
the muscleboy�s arms to the matt using his knees. Neombe was now in a perfect
position
to further torment and humiliate the beaten wrestler. Sitting, as he was,
Neombe�s big,
hard cock poked into the face of the pinned wrestler. Scott grimaced in
discomfort and
embarrassment as the older challenger �whipped� the young wrestler�s face with
his
massive sex tool. Neombe looked down at Scott�s face and shouted, �What�s the
matter,
muscle boy, you don�t like meeting Black Mamba?� The crowd was roaring with
laughter
at this latest sexual punishment of the defeated younger wrestler at the hands
of the old
wrestler. The older wrestler laughed at the humiliation and fear showing on the
face of
the young man pinned beneath. �You should be ashamed of yourself,� exclaimed the
Black wrestler. �Here you are with all that pretty muscle and in your �prime� at
20 some
years old and letting an old man of 60 whip your butt. Not only kick your
fancy-pants ass
but strip you naked so all these pretty girls can see your stiff little dick!
You are supposed
to be such a powerful physique star and wrestler, huh? Well how come you let me
whoop
you so bad and take your pants off and spank you in front of everyone? Yeah, you
should
be ashamed of yourself, kid!� Seeing Scott�s colorful G-string within arm�s
reach, the
Black wrestler grabbed the skimpy bit of Nylon material and again began to rub
it all over
its previous owner�s up-turned face. It was total humiliation for Scott as he
was made to
smell and taste this article that had, not long before, been tightly fitted
against his most
intimate, sexual anatomy. Scott twisted and turned his head in an attempt to
keep the wet,
musk-scented patch away from his nose and mouth but it was futile.
�What�s the matter, muscle stud, don�t like the smell you your own ass and
cock?� Scott
resisted having his own G-string rubbed in his face. The Black momentarily
withdrew the
bit of Nylon from his opponent�s face and put it to his own face, taking in
several good
whiffs. �Hey, boy! That ain�t bad at all. Smells like nice, young, fresh
muscleboy ass to
me. Just the kind I like.� Neombe was obviously �gay� and took pleasure in the
heavy
�musk� of his subdued opponent. �Hey, what�s this? I smell a little cum juice on
your
little cock bag. What you been doing, getting yourself all worked up and
dripping some of
your ball juice? Well, if you don�t care for your own smell, maybe you�ll like
the smell of
this big daddy rassler�s ass, huh?� said the older man. With that, the big
wrestler lifted his
weight off the youth�s chest and quickly spun himself around. The older wrestler
again
dropped his full weight onto the muscleboy�s chest but, this time, he sat facing
Scott�s
feet. The younger wrestler�s arms were pinned helplessly behind the knees of the
older
man. As the Black wrestler looked over his shoulder at Scott, he laughed as he
rose up
slightly and threatened Scott�s upturned face with his large, hairy, ebony ass.
The young
muscleboy�s eyes grew large with panic as he looked up into the descending ass
crack of
the challenger. The young, White wrestler cried out, �Oh no, no, please, I can�t
stand
that. I can�t breathe your smell again. It�s too strong! It makes me feel
strange in my
privates. Please don�t do that, Pleeease!� The crowd rose to its feet again to
watch the
young wrestler�s face disappear under the African�s butt. Wrestling at its
dirtiest, many in
the crowd thought aloud!
Muffled cries could be heard from beneath the Black wrestler�s butt as Scott�s
legs kicked
outward Scott and again in a futile effort to kick-out of the pin. Each time the
young
bodybuilder�s beautifully muscled lower torso bucked and thrashed, the crowd was
treated
to the sight of the youth�s still hard cock snapping about against his lower
belly. The
young man�s sex tool was solid with blood and looked like it would explode at
any
moment. The skin of the circumcised penis head was drawn down fully and revealed
the
hard, shiny, purplish glans-penis to all. The older challenger sat confidently
across his
opponent�s chest, laughing and looking alternately between the tanned belly of
his
opponent and that of the many cheering club patrons. Then, pushing his ass down
even
harder across the youth�s upturned face, the Black struck a �double bicep� pose
and yelled
to his friends seated near the ring. �Well, what do you think now of Mr.
Muscleboy
wrestler? This young punk couldn�t wrestle his way out of a paper bag.
All that
fancy
muscle don�t mean shit, you know now, right? Look at your so-called club
champion! I
told my friends I�d have this young, White showoff kissing my black ass before
the night
was over and that�s just what he�s doing now.� Then, laughing, he leaned forward
and
began to �spank� the cock and balls of the whipped muscleboy. The crowd went
nuts!
Encouraged by the crowds cheers and laughter, the African went to even more
extremes in
attacking the muscle boy�s most sensitive organs. The Black hands of the older
wrestler
were soon grabbing at the youth�s scrotal sack and pulling it to the tearing
point, it
seemed. In the process, the young man�s hard little balls were pressed tightly
against the
thin, hairless skin and looking like they might pop free at any moment. At the
same time,
the old wrestler�s fingers on his other hand pinched a hold around the swollen
know end
of Scott�s hard penis. The Black pulled and twisted on the youngster�s cock tip
which
seemed to make the organ all the harder. A close look would also have revealed
several
whitish drops of pre-cum forming at the tip of the swollen member.
Someone in the crowd yelled, �Show us the muscleboy�s ass hole.� The �request�
caught
on and there was soon a huge cry for this further indignation of the young
wrestler. The
big Black wrestler was all too happy to meet the crowd�s cries and took the
required
action to give the customers what they wanted to see. The African leaned forward
and
wrapped his arms behind the knees of the younger wrestler. Then, rolling
backward some,
the Black grappler raised the entire lower torso of the youth until it was
vertical. Now,
Scott�s ass was in the air and, with the more experienced wrestler�s arms
pulling the
young wrestler�s legs somewhat apart, those lucky enough to be sitting on the
right side of
the ring stage, were given a full view of the space between the White wrestler�s
ass
cheeks, the brownish-pink opening centered there, as well as this swollen ball
sack
hanging between his spread legs. A more humiliating position would be hard to
imagine
for any wrestler!
Holding his opponent in this helpless and highly humiliating position, the older
gay
wrestler deliberately pushed his own naked ass down harder against the young
wrestler�s
up-turned face which was still tightly pinned between the mat and the Black
man�s large
ass. The older wrestler laughed and said loudly, �how�s my ass smelling to you
now,
White Boy?� as he began to wiggle and squirm, screwing his buttocks even tighter
into
Scott�s face. Surely the young bodybuilder�s mouth and nose was being forced
directly
between the ass cheeks of the big Black man as well as his hairy balls and hard
cock.
Then, to expose every intimate inch of this trapped opponent, the old wrestler
reached
down and grabbed each of the youth�s hard buttocks with his hands, still using
his arms to
hold the young man�s legs trapped. He then pulled Scott�s ass cheeks further
apart, giving
the spectators a full view of the space between the muscular glutes. The club
patrons
roared in delight as many could new see Scott�s pink and brown anus; sweat and
oil
running down across it off the muscleboy�s back. But the older African wrestler
was not
yet finished humiliating the younger wrestler. Within a minute of so after
spreading
Scott�s ass apart, Neombe had begun forcing fingers into the small, virgin ass
hole of the
youngster. With the young muscleboy being held as he was and the excess of sweat
and
oil on both wrestlers� bodies, the older man had little trouble getting his
fingers started
into the tight anal opening of his young opponent. Before long, three of the
Black man�s
large fingers were buried in the muscleboy�s tender anal opening.
Scott�s
muffled cries
grew louder from beneath the big ass of the Black man as his lower arms and legs
kicked
and flailed wildly over this penetration of his most private body part. The gay
customers
in the audience roared their approval of this �sexual submission hold� and even
the female
and �straight� customers seemed totally aroused by what was taking place.
Although
difficult to see except for those lucky enough to be in just the right seats,
both men in the
ring had full erections and the tips of both pushed against one another where
their bellies
pushed together. After humiliating Scott totally by both sitting on the youth�s
face as well
as �finger raping� him for some time, the big African released the hold and
jumped to his
feet. Scott, now free for a moment, gasped and sputtered for his breath, tried
to wipe the
smell of the African from his face, and then crawled on his hands and knees,
attempting
again to escape towards the ring�s edge.
�Not so fast, pretty muscleboy,� the Black yelled as he quickly chased after the
frightened
and confused club wrestler. �We ain�t through with all the fun and games yet,
boy!� The
Black wrestler reached down and grabbed Scott by the ankles and dragged him away
from
the ropes. One had to wonder what affect this �face-down� drag across the
slippery mat
had on the young wrestler�s stiff penis (which certainly felt the mat rub on
it�s tender
stiffness). Scott cried and pleaded, �No, no, no, please, no more. Let me go.
I�ve had
enough. Please don�t embarrass me anymore, pleeease no more!� But the African
just
laughed and said, �Oh, come on boy! You are so young and tough and have all
those
pretty muscles. You don�t want to quit now, do you? Maybe you can still beat
this old
man, huh. Ha Ha Ha.� The Black wrestler then reached down and secured a
combination
neck hold and crotch grip on the younger wrestler lifted him high overhead, and
then
�Body Slammed� Scott�s perfect physique to the mat. Scott�s body slammed hard
against
the oily surface and bounced several times, oil and sweat flying, as Scott
clutched his back
in pain.
After some half-dozen of these bone-jarring body slams, the handsome young
muscleboy
seemed more dazed and confused than ever and could hardly pick himself up before
he
was grabbed and slammed again. The crowd seemed to love the sight of this once
proud
and young muscle star being so badly whipped and humiliated. They cheered and
became
even more aroused each time they saw the naked, tan, muscular, and oil-slicked
form
being lifted and slammed to the mat. The young bodybuilder�s cries and pleading
only
seemed to entertain the sadistic customers the more. Then, as if Scott had not
already
endured enough punishment and public humiliation, the African pulled Scott to
the ring
center, pulled the youth into a sitting position, and positioned himself tight
behind Scott,
also in a sitting position. Then, the Black man wrapped his legs in a scissors
hold about
Scott�s waist while, at the same time, applied a �Full Nelson� hold on the
club�s favorite
oil wrestler. Now, the young White wrestler was suddenly set-up for one of
wrestling�s
most degrading and humiliating maneuvers, the �Keaster Bump.�
The African would
rock
backwards lifting his young opponent completely off the mat and high into the
air. Then,
a second or two later, would bring the young wrestler crashing, ass first, back
to the mat.
Each time Scott was lifted off the mat, he cried and begged the African not to
drop him
again. Many of the customers on the right side of the ring were treated to a
full view of
Scott�s ass crack and balls and cock each time he was lifted off the mat. Not
only were
the �Keaster Bums� highly humiliating and embarrassing for the younger man, they
were
also proving quite painful as well. The impact on the mat was hard on the spine
and
tailbone to say the least and, unprotected and without support, the young
athlete�s ball
sack slapped hard against the mat surface each tiime he came down, causing him
considerable pain to that sensitive part of the anatomy.
The muscleboy�s cock
remained
bone-hard throughout the ordeal and snapped to-and-fro each time his body
slammed
down on the oily ring surface. With his arms helpless in the �Full Nelson� hold,
Scott
could do nothing to conceal or support his genitals against the crashing
impacts. The once
proud youth was suffering in both pain and absolute humiliation and was looking
totally
foolish before his once admiring fans. The outcome of this wrestling contest was
proving
almost unbelievable. Here was a handsome young stud with the boy of a Mr.
Universe
being defeated, stripped, and humiliated in a wrestling match against an unknown
African
man in his 60�s and all as a crowd watched. The sexual aspects of the defeat and
humiliation were not lost on the crowd either and everyone was highly aroused by
the
spectacle.
After many of these spine-jarring and humiliating crashes to the mat, young
Scott was
yelling out in anguish in hopes someone would come to his rescue. Strangely
though, he
was feeling a strange mixture of pain along with a peculiar feeling or arousal
that was
creeping through his groin. His hard-on grew even stiffer from this feeling that
was
generated at his scrotum and anus impacted against the mat upon each �Keaster
Bump�
execution. Too young to really understand his own bodies reaction to this odd
punishment, the pressures from the impacts were causing uncontrolled stimulation
to his
testicles, penis, and prostrate gland, thus leading to his �funny feeling� of
arousal. What
ever it was, the young wrestler was confused and scared over what was happening
to him.
He soon began to fear that his strange feelings might lead to his having an
�accidental�
ejaculation. �In front of everyone? How awful that would be�, the muscular
youngster
though to himself, as he was overcome all the more with terror.
Finally, the African tired of this �game� he was enjoying with his beaten
opponent. The
big Black wrestler finally stopped the �bumps�, still holding Scott in the
seated position
with the combination �Full Nelson� and �Leg Scissors� and shouted to the youth,
�So
boy, you had enough? How�s your balls and tender ass hole now? You want me to
give
you some more ass bumping?� The once arrogant club wrestler now as reduced to
pleading and begging for the older man not to punish and humiliate him further.
Scott
cried out, �No more, no more, please! I�ve had enough. I�m beaten. I can�t take
anymore. It�s hurting my bottom too much. Please, please! Let me go! Please!
Everyone
is laughing at me and I�m embarrassed too much. You win. You win. Please!�
�Fucking
right I win, punk,� said the challenger. �Now, nice and loud for everyone to
hear. Let�s
hear you say �I admit that old guys are much better wrestlers than young,
pretty-boy,
muscle bound punks like me�, OK?� With little hesitation, the young muscleboy
was
crying out every one of the words the older fighter was demanding. The crowd
loved it!
Young Scott Roberts was finally released from the �Keaster Bumps� position and
just sat
there for a few seconds, unable to shake the confusion and fear from his head
over what
had taken place. The screaming, laughter, and taunts from the club�s customers
rang in
his ears and he felt total humiliation. �How could such an old man do this to
me?� he
thought to himself. The defeat and public embarrassment was not yet quite over
though!
Scott was suddenly grabbed by the hair and a tight �hammer Lock� hold, pulled to
his
feet, thrown into the ropes, and quickly found his arms outstretched and
bound-up in the
top ring ropes. The muscle stud hung there, helpless, naked, covered with sweat
and oil,
and facing out toward the crowd. His body bounced slightly in the ropes as his
still stiff
cock snapped against his rock-hard abdominals, looking very vulnerable and about
to
explode for the audience.
As Scott hung helpless and begging for release, the big Black wrestler stood
several feet
behind his young, helpless White opponent laughing and seeming to be considering
further
torment. The older man was also covered with sweat and oil and, although nowhere
near
possessing the contest quality physique of his young adversary, looked rather
impressive
himself with his naked body still highlighted with it�s massive, hard, black
cock protruding
proudly. The Black wrestler occasionally stroked his �black Mamba� with an oily
hand
while admiring the hard, tan, slick, muscled buttocks of the trapped youth. One
could
sense that the African was considering �satisfying� himself at the expense of
the youth
caught in the ropes and so very vulnerable.
As the old, Black wrestler stood behind his trapped opponent, he joined in with
the
crowd�s laughter at the young muscleboy�s frantic struggling in the ropes.
Taking
advantage of the younger wrestler�s perfectly positioned ass, Neombe planted
several
swift kicks to the tanned, shiny muscle globes of the helpless
bodybuilder/wrestler.
Scott�s body bobbed and swayed in the ring ropes with each kick as he cried out
with
indignation at this latest humiliating treatment. Then, a Black man in the
audience who sat
with the same group that Neombe had risen from, jumped to his feet, waving a
leather belt
in his hand. He shouted, � Hey, Neombe, that White muscleman insulted you and
the rest
of us old guys. He came out tonight all proud and arrogant thinking he was the
world�s
greatest.
Well, you showed him up good and bared his ass for us to see. You made
the
fool of him but he ain�t learned a full lesson yet. That White boy needs more
whopping in
front of us. Here, Neombe, you�re the winner so use this to teach him some
humility.�
With that, the Black customer threw the leather belt into the ring where it
landed near the
feet of the old challenger. Neombe reached down and picked-up the belt. He
doubled
over the leather belt strap, laughed, and made some �practice� swings with the
belt across
his own hand. He approached his trapped opponent and said to Scott, �My fans
demand I
give you a bit more of a whipping and I sure don�t want to disappoint my loyal
fans now,
do I, White boy?� The White wrestler could see what was about to happen and
began to
beg the Black man not to whip him with the belt, but this was to no avail. For
the next
few minutes, the crowd of club customers was treated to the wildest of
spectacles. The
old man delivered more than a dozen �strappings� across the brown ass cheeks of
the
younger wrestler who hung defenseless in the ropes. But the Black man took care
not to
use too much force as he swung the belt. He did not whish to cut the muscleboy�s
skin or
even cause any welts to form.
He applied just enough force to make each blow
sting the
tender flesh on the youngster�s ass so as to cause him a mix of pain,
humiliation, and
sexual stimulation. Each blow could be heard throughout the club as the belt
cracked
loudly against the tender skin of the muscleboy�s rock-hard glutes. Scott cried
out with
every blow, �No, No, No. Please. No more. It stings too much. Please stop.
Please, no
more. Oh, Oh, Oh, Nooooo.� Scott�s perfect ass cheeks began to redden even under
the
deeply tanned tone of his skin. Again, the crowd felt the exotic pleasure of
watching this
spectacle of the �perfect Mr. Universe muscleboy youth, helpless, beaten,
stripped naked,
and being public whipped by an old man.� Then, as Neombe administered the last
few belt
whippings, he changed the angle of his stroke slightly. The last three
applications of the
belt did not land across Scott�s ass but, rather, up and under his legs so as to
snap
viciously against the youth�s exposed bass as well as his anus. These blows
doubled the
look of shock and discomfort on the young wrestler�s face and brought a howl of
grunts
and laughter from the crowd. Finally, feeling satisfied that he had thoroughly
whipped the
arrogant young wrestler to his friends� satisfaction, the Black wrestler through
aside the
belt and moved up behind the naked White wrestler.
By this time, the beaten, confused, and scared White wrestler was hardly aware
of what
was going on. He bounced helplessly in the ropes, moaning, and pleading for
someone to
save him. But, his final humiliation was now coming. Scott felt the African�s
hands grab
the sides of his hips, keeping him from moving his lower torso. The Black man
rubbed
some oil off the back of his younger opponent and applied it along the shank of
his hung,
stiff, black cock. Then, the African pushed up against the back of Scott and
said, �Boy,
I�m mighty horny now and I�m going to relieve myself right up your pretty-boy
ass hole.�
Scott screamed and pleaded as he felt the big African�s erect penis pushing
between his ass
cheeks. The crowd roared for the Black man to �DO IT! DO IT!� and the African
proceeded to locate Scott�s anus with the tip of his massive organ and, once
found, began
to push his stiff rod into the tight opening of the White wrestler. Scott cried
and yelled
that his body was torn between pleasure and pain and humiliation. Soon, the gay
challenger was well into the other man�s most private possessions and thrusting
away.
There was a loud �squishing� sound as Neombe�s cock pulled part way out and then
jabbed back into Scott�s small anal opening. The Black man�s sweaty and oiled
front
smashed against the oiled and sweaty backside of his opponent, heightening the
sounds of
the two bodies in contact. Those sitting near ringside could see from the
African�s face
that he was soon to �bloc� his heavy load of semen that had built up during the
long,
erotic combat. He continued to thrust away into the younger man�s back sex
opening
despite the pleas from Scott that �he was hurting him and that the Black man�s
cock was
too big to fit his small virgin anal hole.� Strangely, man near ringside could
see that the
young, White wrestler�s penis was hard beyond belief and seemed about to explode
It�s
load as well. A small droplet of white pre-cum juice now sat at the small
opening at the
penis tip and drew considerable attention from several women sitting near the
edge of the
ring.
As the African thrust away into the younger wrestler�s ass crack, he
occasionally reached
down between Scott�s legs and grabbed hold of the youth�s ball sack. Then, the
Black
man would yank back on the muscleboy�s balls, causing the foreskin on Scott�s
erect penis
to draw tightly back. This action emphasized the size and totally aroused state
of the
young bodybuilder�s sex organ. Occasionally too, the older wrestler worked over
Scott�s
pectoral muscles, pinching, twisting, and clawing at the tender nipples
protruding from his
tan and powerful chest. These actions also seemed to increase the number of
pre-cum
drops forming at the youth�s cock tip. The crowd knew that Scott, despite his
humiliating
public defeat, was soon going to humiliate himself even further.
After several minutes, it all happened. The big Black man gave several hard
thrusts with
his hips and began to yell and grunt. At the same moment, he reached around in
front and
began to slap and �spank� at his White opponent�s erection. The African gave one
final
forward thrust with his hips and then froze tightly against the back of the man
against him.
Scott cried out as he felt the final thrust into his anal opening and then a
flow of hot fluid
into his insides. Unable to control his own body function by now, his own cock
exploded
and began to spew a series of whitish, gooey loads. Being so young, Scott�s
sexual fluid
discharges shot eight to ten feet out in front of him, spraying across some
customer�s
tables. Many customers in the �line of fire� jumped back to avoid being �hit�
while,
laughing and showing amazement at the quantity and force of the youth�s
discharges.
Some customers expressed the belief that the young, beaten wrestler must have
�broken
something inside� as the number and size of his semen discharges seemed almost
abnormal. Even though he was very young, for such a quantity and force like
that, they
believed it must have been quite �some time� since the young bodybuilder had
�satisfied�
himself.
Finally finished now, the big Black wrestler pulled free from the White wrestler
and began
a �victory strut� about the ring. His somewhat softening cock flopping and
swinging
between his legs, covered with the shine of oil and body juices. The crowd
cheered as the
African strutted and laughed and taunted the younger wrestler as he was freed
from the
ropes and allowed to flee to the dressing rooms. As the frightened and totally
embarrassed young muscular wrestler fled between the customer�s tables, the big
African
picked up the youth�s tattered G-string and shouted after him, �Hey boy, you
forgot your
little cock bag and dental floss.� The crowd roared!
It was a most exciting night of wrestling that not only gave the crowd a
terrific athletic
show but satisfied their need for erotic entertainment as well. Everyone
remarked at the
sensual aspect of seeing this �age over youth� upset. Without a doubt, the
perfectly
muscled, young, handsome, arrogant type had been totally defeated and humiliated
for all
to see. Who would have believed that a 24-year-old bodybuilder and wrestling
champion
would suffer such a humiliating, painful, and embarrassing defeat at the hands
of a 60-
year-old opponent? In all his cockiness, egotism, and youthful arrogance,
certainly the
young muscleboy could never have imagined that he would suffer such as
humiliating
public defeat and, worse, at the hands of an African almost three times his age.
It just
destroyed the young bodybuilder�s confidence. Scott Roberts was not on the next
night�s
wrestling card! In fact, he soon left town. Few believed he could ever appear on
a
physique contest stage or even a public beach. How could he risk being seen
again
showing off his body in a G-string when someone from that night at that club
might
recognize him? Or worse, suppose the big African caught him showing off again in
a
public place? Imagine the possibilities of another public beating and
humiliation. Would
he ever chance it again?