Battle Royale Massacre - Original Version

Battle Royale Massacre

Original Story by The Mangler

Battle Royal Massacre 

By 

The Mangler

 His magnificently muscled body was splayed out for all to see.  All his muscles were strained and on display.  Of course, this was not exactly what he wanted but at the moment Ray had no choice.  He was in the middle of the wrestling ring.  Both of his arms were stretched above his head, held at extension by the young tough who had his feet planted on Ray's shoulder and was pulling upward on Ray's wrists.  Each of his legs were held by another young tough and spread wide.  His purple trunk clad crotch was widely exposed.  The package presented was very large and inviting and was the target for the final young tough guy.  Ray had ended up in this position as a result of the final wrestling match of the evening a 20 man, $10,000 battle royal.  Unknown to him, his final four opponents had worked as a coordinated group during the event to eliminate the other wrestlers while "protecting" him from being eliminated.  The other four wrestler's were going to use him to send a message--a brutal message.

 Ray was a  ring "veteran" having dropped out of college at age 20 to show those "pussy ass guys" how to really wrestle and had been successful in his 3 years in the league.  He was quickly climbing the ranks.  He stood 6' tall and weighed 230 pounds.  He had a classic V-shaped figure with massive chest sitting on top of a 34" waist.  All his muscles were well defined and worked on individually to achieve their impressive mass.

  His four opponents were actually two tag teams who had joined the league only recently and were out to get noticed and noticed big.  They were all light heavyweights but wanted to show they could play with the big boys.  Hercules stood 5'11" tall, weighed 190# had shoulder length black hair and a face that was ruggedly handsome.  He was only 19 but had lived on the streets for years and could take care of himself.  He was the leader of the group.  His partner was Samson who stood 6' and weighed in at 200#.  While he was larger than Hercules, he was not as well defined and needed direction from other people.  Slim stood 6' weighed 180.  He had the "swimmer's" build and didn't look too imposing initially, however he was a master of wrestling holds, both legal and illegal and loved to torture his opponents.  He was 22.  Stocky was 5'10", weighed 190 and had a stocky look to him.  He worked on his arms to develop massive biceps and upper body strength and worked well with Slim who helped set up devastating holds from him.  All four of the wrestler's were friends and had the same philosophy--winning was everything.  Any hold, any maneuver, any weapon was fair game as long as you won.

 With a loud yell of savage triumph, Stocky dropped straight down driving his fist into the trapped and exposed nuts of the muscled hunk.  A squeal of agony burst from Ray's lips at the same time a roar of approval erupted from he crowd.  Every muscle in Ray's body tensed as the bomb exploded in his crotch.  For a moment there was a doubt if the 3 punks could maintain their hold's but manage they did.  With much fanfare, Stocky traded places with Samson at one of the legs.  Samson stood and looked down at the inviting target, leered an evil grin and jumped into the air, delivering a leg smash into the exposed crotch.  Again a roar of approval from the crowd as the scream of anguish escaped from Ray's lips.  Again he tried to curl up without success.

 Samson then traded places with Slim who was holding the other leg.  With a slow, methodically deliberateness he walked between Ray's outstretched legs rubbing his hands together with an almost childlike gleefulness.  Ray's pleadings were ignored as he lifted his right leg and delivered  a devastating series of 4 stomps into the trapped cock and balls.  The initial scream of pain was cut short as the last stomp drove the remaining air from Ray's lung.  Ray almost lost consciousness, but was not to be so lucky.  Finally, Slim replaced Hercules holding the hands.  Hercules walked  between Ray's leg's, placed his hands on the spread thighs and did a handstand holding himself in the air before dropping down, driving both knees into the now tender nuts of  Ray.  This final insult was the most intense and Ray felt as if his nuts had been crushed.  The violent jerking of his muscles overcame the 3 young punks hold and Ray finally tore himself free, only to curl into a fetal position with his hands holding his tenderized and probably demolished balls.

 The 4 young punks smiled, gave each other high five's and egged on the crowd before gathering in a small crowd to decide on their next moves.  After conferring for several moments, Hercules with great fanfare stripped off his tight yellow and blue striped lycra shorts revealing his well packed jock underneath.  The crowd was absolutely pleased the by the sight.  While this was happening, Slim, Samson and Stocky were busy relieving Ray of his purple trunks again revealing a very well packed jockstrap.  Ray was unable to mount much of a struggle.  Next the crowd watched in confusion as the 4 toughs preceded to force Hercules's lycra shorts onto Ray.  The trunks had to be at least four sizes too small but with much effort, including lifting Ray upright, grasping the trunks and pulling they were successful.  Ray's crotch was now obscenely outlined in the new trunks.  But from the punks view there was another factor.  Ray's balls were now held in a vice like grip.  As his tortured nuts tried to swell, they would be squeezed tighter and tighter.  As time wore on, the pressure would tighten on Ray's balls.  His balls had been effectively placed in an increasing pressure vice.

 Ray's trunks were tossed into the crowd where a fierce battle raged over them.  The eventual winner was a muscular jock frat member from the local college.  From the ring Hercules noted who the winner was and made a mental note to find out more - after all he loved crushing jocks from the college.  Clad now only in his jockstrap, Hercules and his compatriots turned toward their victim and their continuing match.

 Ray was picked up and double body slammed by Slim and Samson.  They repeated the maneuver a second time.  Following the third body slam, Stocky dropped down sitting on Ray's muscular thighs.  Slim and Samson each took an arm and spread it out to the side.  They each placed one hand on the shoulder and one at the elbow of their respective arm.  They began a series of knee drops into the baseball biceps of their opponent.  They continued for a total of 20 knee drops.   On every 4th or 5th drop, Stocky would deliver a short jab into the lower abdomen of ray, reinforcing the pain radiating from his scrotum.

 Meanwhile, Hercules was playing to the crowd, showing mock concern for Ray, horror and delight at the various moves as well as posing and showboating his body to the crowd.  He paid particular attention  to the side of the ring where College Jock (as he referred to him mentally) had won the fight for Ray's trunks.  Definite plans were forming in Hercules mind for College Jock - plans he probably would not like.

 After the 20th knee drop, Ray's biceps were reddened and beginning to soften up.  He was pulled to his feet where Slim and Samson placed each of his arm behind his back in an arm bar and began pushing the arms as high up the back as possible.  Ray was forced onto tip toes.  Hercules and Stocky each picked an arm and began delivering machine gun like punches into the trapped biceps and shoulders.

 Following this, Hercules and Stocky prepared Ray for a double shoulder breaker.  Hercules raised Ray with a crotch grab, and placed him upside down.  Stocky dropped to one knee and extended his other knee.  After parading Ray's body around the ring, Hercules trapped both of Ray's hands at his back, and then dropped Ray's shoulders onto his and Stocky outstretched knee driving the shoulder's into Ray's body.  Ray's body was then dropped to the mat.  Slim picked Ray up, drove his left arm into a hammerlock and then charged Ray across the ring into the  ring post with his left shoulder.  Samson then proceeded with the same maneuver to the right shoulder. Hercules then did the left shoulder, Stocky the right shoulder.  Each of his opponent's then performed the same maneuver again.  At this point Ray was in so much pain he didn't know what hurt most.  More importantly, the biceps and shoulder work has rendered his arms useless, making him unable to defend himself.

 Hercules then directed Samson and Stocky to stand Ray up, hold each of his arms in a arm bar and then use their inner legs to force Ray's legs apart.  Ray was now standing with his chest and pecs pushed out and his crotch available.  Hercules began punching into Ray's left pec, while Slim began punching into the right.  The onslaught was beginning to weaken the magnificent pectorals, much to the crowds delight and approval.  Occasionally, either Hercules or Stocky would deliver a shot into the exposed crotch.  This forced Ray to attempt to lean forward, but the arm bars by Slim and Samson prevented this from happening.  After about 5 minutes of solid punching, Hercules took his right hand and placed a pec claw on Ray's left pecs, then reinforced it with his left hand.  Slim then placed a pec claw on Ray's right pec.  Samson and Stocky then released the arm bars and stood back.  Ray was now held up and in place by the vicious pec claws.  Stocky delivered an uppercut through Ray's outstretched legs, driving his swelling nuts into his pubic bone.  The wind was knocked from Ray's lungs as the pain exploded in his crotch.  Samson repeated the maneuver with similar devastating results.

 Hercules and Slim then released the pec claws and Rays fell face first to the canvas, breaking his nose in the process.  He was quickly turned on his back and Samson and Stocky began a series of kicks, stomps and knee drops to the downed wrestler's pecs.  Hercules began playing to the crowd again and scanning them.  He took particular notice of College Stud and the growing lump in his jeans.  He really seemed to be getting off on the action.  Hercules wondered if he would enjoy it so much if he were on the other end.  Smirking, he turned his attention back to the action.

 After briefly conferring with the other wrestlers, Hercules climbed onto the ring apron.  The other wrestlers lifted Ray to his feet and draped him over the top rope with his nipples across the rope.  On the outside Hercules grabbed Ray around his upper trunk, Slim, and Samson lifted Ray by his feet, and the 3 wrestlers then pulled Ray across the ring ropes from one corner post to another.  This was repeated several times and then Ray was thrown to the canvas where he rocked back and forth in pain, the ring rope burn clearly visible on his chest.

 The quartet next turned their attention to Ray's washboard abs. It began with a series of punches, uppercuts, and karate thrusts by each wrestler in turn until they felt there punches were losing affect, then the next wrestler took over.  To keep Ray upright, his arms were tied between the 1st and 2nd ring ropes.  After the punches, each of the wrestlers took position across the ring and lined up like a football player.  Hercules would scream "hut one, hut two, hike" and each of the opponents in turn would charge across the ring deliver a head butt into the exposed gut, with the last one being lower into the exposed crotch with the trapped and very tender nuts.  The small lycra trunks were doing their job very well and the vice closing in Ray's nuts was feeling tighter and tighter.  The last blow actually managed to jar Ray lose from the ropes and he fell onto the mat.  Several knee drops followed and then a double stomach claw with Slim and Stocky, while Hercules egged on the crowd.  The hands of the claw literally seemed to disappear into the tenderized belly as the  abdominal muscles lost their ability to protect the gut.

 Sensing the time was near to end the torment, Hercules, standing in front, and Slim standing in back, grabbed the trunks Ray was wearing and ripped them from his body leaving his naked.  The sudden freedom of his balls dropping to the end of their sac brought a gagged screamed from Ray and he felt as though they had been ripped off.  While Slim and Samson held Ray up, Hercules grabbed the ball sac in his left hand and smashed and rolled the balls around before opening his hand.  Using the palm of his left hand as a "backstop" he made a fist with his right hand and delivered a smashing blow into the trapped nuts.  He was quickly replaced with Stocky who repeated the maneuver.  Hercules and Stocky then replaced Slim and Samson holding Ray up and freeing the two of them to repeat the maneuver.  As a grand finally, Stocky delivered a karate kick into the wide open nuts.  Ray was then allowed to drop to the mat where he lay without moving.

 The four wrestlers met for a final meeting and then Samson "tossed" Stocky over the top rope eliminating him.  Hercules and Samson then tossed Slim over the rope.  Slim and Stocky quickly climbed up on the ring apron and Hercules and Samson delivered Ray over the rope to them.    Samson and Stocky held Ray via arm bars, and spread his legs apart.  Ray realized that one of the metal barriers had been pushed against the ring by the end and that his legs were straddling the device.  As he realized the next torment for him, Samson and Stocky jumped from the ring, pulling Ray with them and he crotched his vulnerable balls off the metal bar and against his pubic bone.  A horrendous scream escaped form his lips as he was allowed to fall to the floor.  Amazingly enough he managed not to pass out, although he probably wished he had.  At this point Samson was thrown from the ring, making Hercules the winner of the battle royal.  Hercules exited the ring quickly, and he and Stocky pulled Ray to his feet, draped his arms over their shoulder's and began "helping" the naked, destroyed muscle man back to the dressing room.  As they walked up the aisle, they would stop to allow the fans to punch, fondle and abuse the broken bodybuilder.  As they came upon the college stud, he reached out, grabbed Ray by the nuts and began squeezing as hard as possible.  Slim and Samson had already headed toward the dressing room to make sure none of the officials or other wrestler's interfered.  After allowing the college stud to squeeze for several minutes, Hercules encouraged him to deliver a series of punches into the nutsac.  Finally, he invited College Stud to the dressing room as well and he accepted.  Hercules and Stocky continued their march back to the dressing room with Ray.  Ray didn't know it but he really owed the College Stud a favor.  While Ray still had some humiliating and painful moments to come, most of the post match action was going to be against the College Stud, because Hercules and his boys enjoyed destroying fresh meat, not playing with old helpless meat.

 Battle Royal Massacre II 

 By 

 The Mangler

     When Slim and Samson reached the entrance to the back stage area, they were met by a couple of members of the promoters management team.  However, with a couple of scowls and dirty looks, the management decided not to get involved.  “After all, they are all adults and knew what they were getting in to,” would be the promoter’s line if questioned later.  When Hercules and Stocky reached the area with Ray and College stud with them, they went into the smaller of the two locker rooms where the “heels” usually changed.  Most of the other wrestler’s had already left and the few still in the area, quickly dressed and left or even left half dressed.

     Ray was placed in a full Nelson by Hercules and “presented” to the College Stud.  College Stud stood 5'7" tall, weighed in at 185 pounds.  He had big bulging arms, an impressive defined muscular chest with quarter sized nipples, which were visible around his tank top.  He worked out on a regular basis and enjoyed the type of wrestling match that he had just witnessed.  With a big smile on his face he proceeded to slug Ray in the gut.  He noticed that his fist sank deep into the soft belly.  The muscles had been pulverized by the other four wrestlers and did not provide much protection.  As his fist sank into the belly, his ample cock twitched in his tight blue jeans.  This action was not missed by the other pro wrestlers.  “Hey College Stud, why don’t you strip down and get more comfortable,” asked Slim.  “We wouldn’t want you to get those clothes all messed up now would we? .”  As he said this, Slim grabbed his crotch and squeezed.

     Getting the implication, College Stud preceded to strip off his shoes, socks and tight blue jeans.  Underneath he was wearing a well work tight jock strap.  His package was very prominent and noticeable especially as the head of his cock was starting to peak over the top of the jock strap. He then started to pull his tight tank top.  As his head was covered by the material, Samson drew back and delivered a sharp punch right into the lower abdomen.  While there was some muscular resistance, the fist still sank deep into the belly as College Stud was not expecting the blow.  Samson quickly followed up with a sharp knee into the cock and balls.  Needless to say, College Stud quickly lost his hardon, as well as his balance as he doubled over.  Samson grabbed the hair on the back of College Stud’s head and pulled him up and slammed him back into the lockers.  Samson then placed each hand into the armpit of the College Stud, splayed his fingers out, and clamped down with a double pec claw.  He used his thumbs to press and rub against the kid’s nipple – causing them to harden despite the pain.  College Stud just grunted at this latest insult.  He still had not gotten his wind back from the knee to the balls.

     Hercules had released Ray and pulled his arms behind his back, where Slim had proceeded to force the hands through the leg openings of Ray’s trunks (which he had retrieved from the back pocket of College Stud’s jeans) and pulled the trunks up over the arms to the mid thigh.  This effectively placed Ray’s arms in bondage.  Ray was then sat on the bench.  The laces of his boots were untied for one or two turns and then tied in a noose around his balls.  If Ray tried to lower his legs, he stretched his balls.  He was forced to keep his legs sitting on the bench.  He was no “immobilized” and unable to leave the room.

     While Ray was being outfitted with his new “attire”, Stocky had been busy removing College Studs tank top and his
jockstrap – rendering him naked and all of his body available for the 4 sadistic wrestlers.  Samson pulled College Stud away from the locker by his pec claw.  The College Stud had now brought his hands around and was trying to pry the finger and the claw free.  Seeing this, Slim and Stocky each stepped in, grabbed his a wrist and then pulled the arms out to the side.  With the pain in his pecs, College Stud was not able to generate enough force to pull his hands in.  As Samson released the pec claw, Slim and Stocky each twisted the arm he was holding forcing College Stud down to his knees.  They each then began kicking the toe of the foot into the armpit of the helpless stud, while continuing to stretch out the arms.

     After the kicks to the armpit ceased, College Stud was pulled back to his feet, his arms still stretched out,  and Samson and Hercules began delivering a series of pump handle blows into the pits as if they were trying to dislocate the shoulders.  With each blow, College Stud screamed out in pain and was lifted off his feet.  After 10 such blows, the unwilling wrestling stud was then dropped to the floor on his back.  Slim sat on the left arm, Stocky on the right and both began delivering a series of punches and slams into the bulging biceps.  After about 20 blows each, they then applied a claw hold into the rapidly softening muscle tissues.  Further screams emanated from the downed College Stud.

     Once the biceps claws were securely in place, Samson and Hercules began a series of stomps and leg drops into the corded abs.  The unrelenting assault went on for five minutes, driving any remaining resistance from the stud.  Hercules then kneeled down by the side of the College Studs and applied a double handed claw into the abdominal muscles.  He kneaded, mashed and slammed the muscle alternately to soften them up.  His fingers sank deeper into the abdominals until his first knuckle had disappeared.  He then hooked his fingers like claws and began trying to lift the unresisting body from the floor.  He was able to lift up as the College Stud arched his back as much as possible to relieve the pain, however, this did not do much good.  Samson had Hercules return the body to the floor, and then standing to one side of the chest he again clamped on a double pec claw.  Signaling to Slim, Stocky and Hercules, the four of them worked in concert and literally lifted the College Stud off the floor and had him hanging in the air with claws from his biceps, pecs, and abdominal muscles.  His head hung back and his mouth open as he screamed in abject pain.  However, no one was around to hear him except Ray and he was “tied” up at the moment.  Or maybe there were some wrestlers who did hear him, but just didn’t want to encounter the wrath of these four sadistic studs.

          After five minutes, all four wrestlers released their claws at once and the College Stud dropped back to the floor.  He was in pain everywhere.  He tried to move his hands down to rub at his sore abs, but the early work had done its job and he was unable to move his arms.  Samson simply laughed as he looked down at the reddened pecs and abs.  He then pushed then reached down and grabbed one of the legs.  Stocky did the same with the other leg and then with almost machine gun like efficiency they began a series of stomps and kicks to the thighs and inner thighs.  This was then followed by a series of leg snaps, stretching out the groin muscles and causing tremendous pain.  Once they were satisfied with their handiwork, the two wrestlers dropped down and applied claw holds to the upper thighs.  They were soon joined by Hercules and Slim who applied claw holds on the lower thighs.  College Stud was experiencing what the foursome would later dub “death by claws”.
The four wrestlers continued to release and re-apply the claws in a “massaging” fashion, although they weren’t restful massages.  After several minutes, all four wrestlers released their claws.  With a smirk, Samson grabbed the jock strap and ripped it from College Studs body, exposing the genitals.  While, no longer hard his cock still made an impression.  Even soft it was 6", but more importantly was thick and meaty.  His balls were large and pendulous.

     Slick reached down and grabbed the nuts pulling them down as far in the sack as they would go and then stretched the scrotum out full length.  He then trapped the left nut between his right thumb and fingers and began squeezing.  He used his left thumb and forefinger to trap the other nut.  College Stud’s screams reached new heights as he felt as if his nuts were being crushed – which they were.  Samson reapplied his abdominal claw, Hercules grabbed the left pec and Stocky grabbed the right pec.  Again, College Stud was lifted from the floor by his pecs and abs, while Slick continued to work the nuts.  College Stud didn’t realize that one could experience so much pain and still remain conscious.  Even Ray, in an uncomfortable position of his own, felt sorry for the young stud, but was grateful that the sadistic foursome was leaving him alone for the moment.

     Hercules leaned over the trapped stud’s head and said “Listen up College Stud.  We are having a hell of a lot of fun and can do this for hours.  Not sure that a pussy like you could stand up to it all though.  So if you do as you’re told, we’ll cut it short.  How ‘bout it??”

     College Stud nodded his head and mumbled “Yes, yes anything, just please stop,” between his screaming.  With a nod from Hercules, the claws were released and the hurting stud dropped back to the floor.  Again he tried to move his arms, to hold his tortured nuts, but they still were not functioning well and he was unable to get his arms down.  Hercules and the other 3 pro wrestling studs, quickly put College Stud in position for the next phase.  He was placed sitting on the bench in front of the locker next to Ray who was just “hanging out” (and hoping that these sadistic bastards were going to get their fill with the college boy).  College Stud was placed such that his nuts were hanging down in front of the bench.  Stocky sat on the floor in front of College Stud’s spread legs and grabbed the nuts and re-applied the nut claw, but only lightly.  Slim sat on the side of the left leg and grabbed the left thigh in a claw while Samson sat on the right and grabbed the right thigh.  At a signal from Hercules, all three tightened the claws down hard.  College Stud screamed.  At the next signal from Hercules, the three relaxed the pressure but maintained the claws.  While this had been going on, Hercules had set up a cam corder facing the College Stud.

     “Okay, Stud, I’m going to do an interview with you.  If I get answers I like, well and good.  If I don’t well then,” he then pointed his finger like a gun and pulled the trigger, whereby the three squeezed down on the claws.

     “Okay, yeah, yeah, I’ll give good answers,” screamed and then whimpered the beaten Stud.  The pressure was relieved.

     “Now Stud – no don’t like that name. I’ll call you pussy, is that okay?”

     College Stud started to say know when he realized the correct answer and replied “Okay.”

     Hercules started the camera and then the interview.  “Now why don’t you introduce yourself to the camera.”

     “My name is Mike,” which was interrupted by a scream as the claws were applied causing the Stud to change his answer to “My name is pussy boy,” with relief of the pressure.

     “So do you belong to a frat and if so which one.”

     “Yeah, I belong to the Sigma epsilon Chi frat, THE MACHO frat,” he replied.

     “So is Sigma Epsilon Chi really the Macho frat, or is it the faggot frat,” smirked Hercules.

     “It is the MACHO, aaaaahhhhhh, no, no, aaaah, okay, okay it is the Faggot frat,” was Stud’s answer with ‘encouragement’ from the claws.

     “Good now let’s get down to the nitty gritty.”  For over the next hour, College Stud was forced to answer questions in which he demeaned himself and every member of his frat pointing out who was the biggest pussy, the biggest ass, who had the smallest cock, who liked to take it up the ass, and who gave the best blow jobs.  Never mind that none of it was true, anything to stop the claws, especially that damned nut cracker.  After the interview was completed, Hercules ran a couple of copies of the tape.

     While the tapes were being reproduced, College Stud was again subjected to a series of claws to the pecs, biceps, abdomen and nuts.  Finally the four wrestlers were ready to end their fun.  Ray was released from bondage but told to stay put.  He wasn’t about to argue (not that he was able to do much anyway.)  College Stud was placed on the floor.  Hercules applied his abdominal claw, locking the fingers in tight.  Slim applied one pec claw using both hands, Samson applied the second pec claw using both hands and Stocky lifted College Boys head up so he could see the action.  At a signal from Hercules, they all lifted the Stud off the floor – again he was hanging from his pecs and abdominals.  Ray was ordered to walk between the spread legs, grab a ball in each hand and “claw the ever loving shit out of it or you will regret it.”  Ray didn’t need much more incentive and clamped down hard, pulling and stretching.  The screams from College Stud were loud and echoing, but only for a few minutes before he passed out.  He was then dropped to the floor.  While Ray was trussed up for the next part of the night, Slim and Samson preceding to further work on the unconscious Stud’s biceps making sure the arms were useless.

     When everything was ready, Ray was lead out naked, with his hands cuffed behind his back, a collar and a leash on his neck.  The boys were going to have a little more fun with him later tonight before releasing him.  He wouldn’t be a very cocky wrestler anymore, but the boys were going to make sure that he did continue to wrestle – as a jobber.  He was going to be their STATEMENT on entering the new league.  College Stud was taken out naked and over Hercules shoulder.  They drove in the van to the frat house, where College Stud was dropped on the front lawn, naked with Ray’s trunks and jock pulled over his head.  A couple of video tapes were also thrown beside him.  Hercules blared the horn until he saw some of the frat boys coming out and then took off.  His fellow brothers took College Stud into the house and began ministering to his needs and his wound.  College Stud just wanted to get out, but was in too much pain and hurt.  Once the video tape started, however, he was going to learn what pain and hurt were really like.  DAMN, why did he go to the wrestling matches tonight??