This next story is an all-out wrestling throw down involving no less than FIVE combatants. The original version was penned by The Mangler, who ran a story blog years ago that featured mostly wrestling-themed stories. Though nothing new has been posted on his website since 2007, I encourage you all to check it out, as there's a ton of great stories archived there. The website can be found at: http://www.reocities.com/bgklmangler/index4b.html.
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A Family Affair
Wrestling in the Redneck Arena
Based on an original story by The Mangler
The Redneck Arena was bustling with excitement. The previous match had just concluded and the loser was being taken back to the locker room for some post match action. But most people in the crowd were anxious for the next match to begin. It was a first for the Redneck Arena. Actually TWO firsts. Number one, it was a handicapped match, 2 versus 1 (actually there had been other 2 on 1 matches before, but this was the first "legal" one), and number two, all the combatants were related.
Fighting alone was Jon, a 21-year-old, 6-feet, 3-inch tall, 285-pound super heavyweight bodybuilder who had already won several amateur bodybuilding titles, and was soon thinking of turning pro. Jon was a stunningly handsome young man with thick brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a massively muscular body to die for. His mightily muscled, perfectly proportioned physique was the result of incredible genetics combined with five years of dedication in the gym, and he was every bit as strong as he looked. His yard wide shoulders were like cannon balls, and his powerful, 23-inch arms screamed power. His hairless chest was massive and thick, each squared pec topped by a large succulent nipple, and his lats were like barn doors. Jon’s massive upper body tapered dramatically to an incredibly tight and muscular waist, with abdominals like corrugated iron. Jon’s powerful legs were a perfect match for his upper body, thickly muscled and bulging with raw strength. Jon wore bright red wrestling trunks, which did little to hide the massive bulge in Jon’s crotch area. The kid was clearly packing some serious meat and potatoes - the outline of his huge sausage of a cock was clearly visible beneath the thin material, and his two balls were so huge that they looked like a pair of ripe beefsteak tomatoes had been stuffed into his trunks.
Jon’s opponents were his identical twin stepbrothers, Brad and Doug. They were 22 years old, 5 feet, 8 inches tall, and 190 pounds, and were competitive gymnasts. Both had blond hair and blue eyes, and tight, lean, muscular physiques. Though clearly not nearly as large as their fantastically muscular younger stepbrother, the twins were very strong, and not an ounce of fat was evident anywhere among their thick, lean muscles. Brad and Doug wore matching blue trunks, and they, too, had more-than-respectable bulges in the fronts of their trunks.
The hatred between the stepbrothers had been ongoing since their parents’ marriage four years ago. After the twins’ mother died, the hatred had intensified, finally leading up to tonight's challenge.
In anticipation of the problems associated with the match, the promoters had assigned Thom, their best referee, to the match. Thom was 35 years old, 6 feet, 1 inch tall, and 265 pounds of raw masculinity, and he accepted no shit from anyone. In addition, he also fought and wrestled in another league. Thom was built like a brick shithouse, every bit of his body thick with battle-hardened muscle. Thom wasn’t quite as massive as young Jon, but with his more compact frame and nearly two decades of weight training, he gave the teen muscle freak a run for his money. What’s more, Thom was also ruggedly handsome, with thick dark brown hair and gray eyes. The studly referee was dressed in a tight-fitting shirt and short trunks, showing of his massively muscled body to great effect.
Thom was standing in the center of the ring when the announcement was made. The crowd’s reaction indicated that most of them were rooting for the twins, who were well known for very fighting dirty, the kind that always got the crowd roaring. The ref called the combatants to the middle of the ring and admonished them. "Okay, you all know the rules, no low blows and regular tag-team rules. Don't even think about violating them, because I won't stand for it." He said those last words while staring pointedly at the two innocent-looking twins.
"Not a problem, Thom," Jon said. "These two pieces of shit are going down in a matter of minutes, so you don't have to worry about violations."
"There you go daydreaming again, little brother. You always were such an asshole," Brad replied with a sneer.
"Enough already!” Thom said. “Save it for the damned wrestling! Now go back to your corner and wait for the bell."
As Jon turned and headed to his corner, both Brad and Doug executed simultaneous flying dropkicks to his large, muscular back. The blow catapulted the huge stud into the corner where his forehead hit the top turnbuckle. Thom started to warn the twins about their tactics, but the bell keeper sounded the bell to start the match. Thom shot a dirty look at the bell keeper, who just shrugged his shoulders and laughed.
Doug went to his corner while Brad charged after the dazed Jon. Brad grabbed the big muscle man in a side headlock and turned away from the ref. Once he was safely out of the ref's view, he jammed a thumb hard into Jon's Adam’s apple. Brad let go of Jon, who grabbed his throat and fell to the mat gasping for breath. As the ref began berating Brad for his actions, Brad threw his hands up and gave the ref his most innocent look and denied any wrongdoing. He went back over to Jon, lifted him to his feet by his hair and again locked him in a headlock. He repeated the thumb jab to the throat, and this time Jon fell back into the twin's corner.
As the referee began reading the riot act to Brad, Doug took the tag team rope and wrapped it around Jon's bull-like neck, stretching the rope across the young man’s throat. He then placed his arm around the thick neck, hiding the rope. The ref turned and saw the action in the corner and went after Doug, who released the hold and walked down the ring apron away from the corner with the ref following.
Taking advantage of Thom's absence, Brad delivered a series of knee lifts and punches into Jon's exposed corrugated gut, with the last knee delivered low into his groin, striking Jon directly in his extra large and almost comically oversized bull nuts. What little breath Jon had burst out of his lungs at the explosion of pain in his huge gonads.
Brad then grabbed Jon by the arm and slung him into the opposite corner back first. Brad tagged his brother, who charged across the ring and dove headfirst into Jon's exposed abdomen. He then repeated Brad's earlier maneuver and sent Jon hurling across the ring into Brad's outstretched knee, which caught the young muscle stud dead center in the crotch. Jon’s ragged breath exploded out of him once again, and he fell heavily to the mat.
Laughing, Doug picked Jon up off the mat, placed his head between his knees, and lifted the hugely muscular Jon off the mat in preparation for a pile driver. He then tagged Brad, who climbed up to the second rope and dove off, forcing Jon's head deeply into the mat, nearly knocking the young hunk unconscious.
Jon was now almost completely out of it. Brad rolled Jon onto his stomach and began using knee drops to his tightly muscular lower back. After a series of seven knee drops to the back, Brad tagged Doug, who climbed to the top rope to deliver a super knee drop to his victim. Jon actually bounced off of the mat from the force of the impact, and let out a loud low groan of pain.
Trying to regain some semblance of order, Thom grabbed Doug by the arm, moved him away from Jon, and began raising hell. Seizing the opportunity, Brad jumped to the arena floor, reached under the bottom rope, and dragged Jon’s incredibly heavy dead weight out of the ring, where he executed a body slam onto the concrete floor. He then hurled Jon back-first into the fence surrounding the ring.
Finally realizing what was happening, Thom exited the ring and went to the fallen Jon in an effort to help him and restore some order. As he was helping Jon to his feet, one of the leaders of the local M/C club, whom Jon had defeated at the last bodybuilding contest, reached through the fence, grabbed the top of Thom’s referee trunks, and pulled him face first into the fence. The blow surprised and stunned Thom. A couple of other M/C members quickly grabbed the dazed ref's wrists, spread them out, and tightly fastened them to the fence with leather restraints. The big, hunky referee was effectively immobilized, and Jon was now completely on his own.
Meanwhile, Brad and Doug had taken their victim back to the ring. A body slam was executed from the second rope to the mat. Jon was all but unconscious by this point. While Doug went to Jon's corner and removed the tag team rope, Brad pulled Jon's trunks and jock down, exposing his huge horse cock and massive bull balls to the audience for the first time. The crowd let out a loud roar of admiration and approval at the sight of the teen muscle hunk’s goliath genitals, and encouraged the twins to continue trashing the handsome young stud.
Brad knelt down beside his big stepbrother and proceeded to expertly manipulate Jon's enormous cock into throbbing hardness. The giant fuck stick swelled larger and larger, finally bloating to its full 12+ inch length and with the awesome, eye-popping thickness of a beer can. It was a true monster cock if ever the crowd had seen one, and it was more than matched by a pair of loose, heavy, low-hanging bull nuts that were nearly the size of the young muscle man’s huge fists.
Doug then took the freed tag rope and made a tight cock ring around the base of Jon's cock and balls, wrapping the base of the heavy meat with several loops of the thin, rough rope. Jon now had a hard-on that he couldn't lose, and his huge, fist-sized balls were bulging all bright and shiny in their big, hairless scrotum, looking ready to burst forth from their sac.
Jon was then rolled onto his stomach and Brad applied a Boston crab. Doug meanwhile walked around and delivered several powerful punches into the painfully exposed cock and balls of the big stud, causing the huge lad to buck in agony with each blow, while Doug and Brad just laughed at Jon's bellows of pain. Doug punched again and again and again and again into Jon’s meaty, beefy balls, taking revenge on all the times he felt that Jon had wronged him or slighted him. Hell, he was even taking revenge for Jon being so much bigger, muscular, and massively endowed than the twins!
Any lesser man’s balls would have been quickly reduced to a jellied rubble of ball flesh, but Jon’s mighty testicles were made of far sterner stuff, and though they were battered and bruised by the cruel beating, they were still very much intact. However, the twins were just getting started, and they didn’t intend to leave Jon with much of anything by the time they were done with him.
Next, Brad and Doug stood back to back and lifted Jon onto their shoulders for a double over the shoulders back breaker. Brad was pulling down on Jon’ strong chin, while Doug pulled down on the massive balls, stretching them out to the max until his mighty ball cords were taut as bowstrings. Jon was soon pleading for mercy and begging to be released, his balls being simultaneously crushed and nearly torn from his body.
Meanwhile, security had finally gotten to Thom and released him from his bondage. As he returned to the ring, he saw Doug had Jon in an over the shoulder backbreaker and airplane spin, Doug's right hand firmly locked over Jon's huge balls. As Thom entered the ring, he heard Jon begging for mercy and submitting. Thom signaled the end of the match, but the bell didn't ring. He looked at the bell keeper, but he was not at his table. Thom told Doug to break the hold, but since the bell hadn't rung, Doug ignored him. He then dropped Jon to the canvas and tagged in Brad. Brad pulled Jon from the mat, lifted him up, and brought him down across his knee with a backbreaker. He held Jon over his knee torturing him further. With Jon stretched out and defenseless, Brad delivered a series of punches to the muscular stomach and lower abdomen before delivering a final series of vicious and devastating punches to the exposed and inviting balls. The bell rang at this point, and Thom reluctantly declared Brad and Doug the winners.
As the twins celebrated their victory and paraded around the ring, showing off for the crowd, Thom noticed Jon's enormous and raging hard-on. Being curious as to how someone in so much agony could keep a boner, he went over and knelt down to investigate. Jon, though in terrible pain, tried to explain about the crude cock ring that was roughly tied around his enormous, swollen manhood. Sensing that Thom was about to discover their little gift to Jon, Brad charged across the ring and delivered a flying knee square into Thom's back. Thom fell over the prostrate Jon, and collided will all of his 265 pounds of raw muscle knee first into Jon's crotch. The sudden crushing blow to his battered manhood exceeded even Jon’s amazing pain threshold, and the muscle bound teen stud finally passed out.
Doug arrived to assist his brother. They picked a stunned Thom up and sent him flying into the ropes. As he caromed off, he was on the receiving end of a double body slam, which forced the air from his big lungs. Each of the twins took one of the ref's huge, beefy arms, extended them from his body, stood on the massive forearms, and began stomping into the exposed 22-inch biceps. After 20-30 stomps, each dropped knee first into the screaming muscles. Thom was in real trouble and began pleading with the twins to stop. Ignoring him, they picked him up and placed his right arm in a hammerlock before propelling him across the ring into the turnbuckle shoulder first. Laughing, they attacked the hurting stud and repeated the maneuver with the left arm.
Thom's huge, muscle-gnarled arms were soon hanging useless at his side, but the twins weren’t finished with him yet. Brad picked him up and delivered a shoulder breaker to the left shoulder, then Doug did the same to the right shoulder. They rolled Thom onto his stomach and his arms were forced up his back. Doug sat with his feet on Thom's shoulders, seized the arms and pulled upward in a painful double hammerlock while the big handsome stud bellowed in extreme agony. Brad sat on Thom’s muscular back to keep him on the mat and delivered a series of quick, brutal fists to the biceps and shoulders.
Now Thom was promising, begging, to do anything if they would just stop. He issued a sigh of relief when the twins finally did stop, but his relief was premature. They picked him up and took him to the edge of the ring outside the ropes. The twins remained in the ring, each applied a hammerlock, then they kicked Thom's legs off the ring apron, and suspended him by his injured shoulders. He screamed, begged, and pleaded for mercy, but the crowd only urged the twins to commit more mayhem and do more damage to the hunky bodybuilder.
Suddenly, security allowed a single figure into the ring area, who charged into the ring and delivered a series of stinging forearm blows to the twins. The stunned twins dropped the hurting ref, who fell to the floor and lay there with his useless arms still up his back. The twins turned to face the intruder.
"Well, well Brad, if it isn't our dear old step dad,” sneered Doug. And yes, standing before them was Dave, their stepfather, a 39-year-old ex-marine. Dave was as strikingly handsome as his son, with thick brown hair and deep blue eyes, and was literally bulging with muscles. He was, if anything, and even bigger version of his son, standing 6 feet, 4 inches tall and weighing a whopping 320 pounds of pure, chiseled Marine beef. He was dressed in a pair of tattered blue jeans and a red tank top, which allowed his gargantuan muscular 25-inch biceps total freedom, and also exposed the tattoo of the marine bulldog on his massive left shoulder. It was obvious where Jon got his build from, and just as obvious that the young man still had a lot of growing potential ahead of him. Dave’s monstrous shoulders were easily three and a half feet wide, and were topped by truly massive deltoids. His arms were like sides of beef, and his chest was truly monumental, like the breastplate of a gladiator. Dave still worked out every day, so there was not an ounce of fat on his massive physique.
"You fucking assholes! I'll teach you to beat up my son!” Dave bellowed.
"We'll see who teaches who a lesson, Davie baby,” was Brad's caustic reply.
For the third time in the match, it was two versus one, as Thom's arms were still useless and Jon was still unconscious. Dave threw a round house punch that struck Brad square on the jaw, knocking him down with the powerful blow. Doug, meanwhile, went after the fallen Jon, grabbing both of the muscular, lifeless legs and lifting them into a wide V. He placed his foot on the exposed foot-long cock and horrifically swollen and bruised bull balls. He then yelled, "Hey Davie, say goodbye to your grandchildren!”
Dave turned and momentarily stopped as he realized he couldn't get across the ring in time to stop the mauling about to occur to poor Jon's already battered manhood. He bellowed, “NOOOO!!!” just as Doug slammed his booted foot down, burying it deep into the yielding flesh of Jon’s two defenseless orbs. Doug quickly raised his boot and slammed it down again and again and again, three more lightning-fast stomps to Jon’s steadily crumbling bull balls.
As Dave frantically tried to devise some plan to save his son’s manhood from destruction, Brad delivered a devastating pump handle between Dave’s spread legs from behind, smashing his own huge bull balls into his pubic bone. Dave’s hands flew to his brutalized crotch, his knees buckled, and a deep grunt of agony emanated from his lips.
Seizing the opportunity, Doug delivered a final ball-crushing stomp into the helpless crotch of his stepbrother, and the twins attacked Dave. Brad delivered an arm across the older man’s head that sent the ex-Marine face down onto the mat. Doug dropped to the floor outside the ring and delivered a gut kick to the slowly rising Thom, then raced around the ring to where Dave lay on the mat. Reaching under the ropes, he grabbed both of his stepfather's ankles, separated them on each side of the ring post, and pulled as fast and hard as he could, sending the defenseless man's bulging, denim-encased crotch careening into the metal ring post and flattening his gigantic balls. Dave’s huge nuts connected with the ring post with a sickening crunch, and a loud cry of agony rose in Dave's throat, but was quickly cut short by the nausea rising from his battered balls.
Brad pulled Dave partway back into the ring so that Doug could repeat the brutal maneuver a second time, and finally a third time. Brad then removed the tag team rope from the twin’s corner and proceeded to tie Dave's hands behind his back. He and Doug then stripped the hurting, defenseless man naked, tearing off his tank top and pulling off his blue jeans. As the pants came off, it was revealed that – like father, like son – Dave also had an enormous endowment. Dave’s thick, limp cock was over 8 inches long and extremely beefy, and his enormous, orange-sized balls were every bit as big and juicy as his son’s.
"Well pops, looks like we're going to win the battle of who's tops around here, and there doesn't seem to be much that you can do about it," taunted Doug. "Brad, what should the punishment be?"
"Since the son this jerk managed to produce is such an asshole, I propose that we see if we can't destroy all the 'bad genes' he has."
"An excellent idea." With that began one of the worst — or best, if the crowd was any indication — examples of brutality ever seen in the Redneck Arena.
Dave was pulled from the mat and sent flying across the ring into the far ropes. As he rebounded off the rope, Brad charged across the ring in a lineman's stance and delivered a head butt low into the crotch, knocking the man not only backwards but out of the ring as well. Doug exited the ring, and delivered a series of nut crunching heel stomps to the helpless figure's manhood, grinding the huge nuts into the unforgiving concrete over and over and over again. Dave had an incredibly tough set of nuts, just like his son, but even his huge balls weren’t built to take such abuse, and they steadily flattened more and more under each devastating blow. They immediately plumped back up to their healthy egg-like shapes after each blow, but it was only a matter of time before their resistance was worn down completely.
Doug then lifted up the huge muscle man back onto his feet and threw him back into the ring. The twins next delivered a duo nut buster to Dave's battered manhood. The nut buster consisted of placing Dave over the ring ropes with his legs straddling the top rope, Brad on the inside and Doug on the outside. They lifted the man by his ankles and thighs high above the ropes. On the count of three Brad dropped to the mat while Doug dropped to the floor. Dave was pulled down into the rope, balls first! The ropes gave a good foot or so before rebounding and pulling big Dave from the grasp of his vengeful assailants, catapulting him into the middle of the ring. The pain in his crotch was absolutely unbelievable as his nuts were thoroughly cracked. After he hit the mat, Dave curled up in a fetal ball, clutching his crotch and mangled manhood while he made animal-like moans and groans.
Brad moved to the middle of the ring, reached down through Dave’s big hands, and locked a ball crusher on the hurting man's inflamed equipment. As he brutally mashed and pulled on the rapidly swelling balls, especially the left one, he felt them becoming tender, soft, and mushy in his vise-like grip.
With tears running down his face, Dave was begging and pleading, "Please stop! Ohhh...please, anything, just stop! You’re gonna burst my big nuts!!”
"Oh but dad, that’s the point! And the fun is just beginning!” was Doug's taunting reply.
With that, the twins began another type of punishment. Dave's body became a sexual plaything for the twins. The humiliating abuse began with a brutal double-fuck from the twins, followed by Dave cleaning his stepsons’ manhoods orally. Dave's ass was then given to his son, who was quickly convinced to obey the twins with a few more well-placed ball crushers. Dave's balls were also subjected to numerous more blows, ball crushes, and stomps. He agreed to whatever his stepsons wanted as long as they would stop.
When the mayhem was finally over, the once proud Marine's manhood had been all but reduced to rubble and was barely even recognizable as a set of male genitals. Dave had ultimately exchanged his freedom to retain what was left of his horribly mangled equipment. His huge left ball had been reduced to soft useless mush that would take months to recover — if it recovered at all — while his massive right ball was extremely swollen and battered, swollen larger than a softball. Dave’s horse cock was viciously bruised and battered as well, and his virgin asshole had been repeatedly and violently violated several times by both of the twins, culminating with a double fucking that nearly tore the big muscle man in half.
The twins left the ring to the overwhelming roaring approval of the crowd. But they left with more than that. The ref was left naked, tied in the ropes with his own roaring hard-on, compliments of Dave's new-found cock sucking talents and another cock ring made from the tag ropes. Additional pain was being applied to Thom’s nuts as well. Each of his shoes had been untied and unlaced a couple of notches, and the free ends knotted around his exposed nuts. He hung from the ropes by his still hurting and useless arms, the cock ring kept his cock hard, and his own heavy shoes were about a foot off the mat, pulling his big, apple-sized balls down and out.
Jon was lead out by a noose around his huge, battered balls, his body bruised and in unbelievable pain. Big Dave was draped over Doug's shoulder, his tender, broken balls firmly locked in Doug's manipulating fist. The crowd was cheering wildly, and the twins invited them back next week to see the "new" Jon and Dave, who were going to be "remodeled" during the course of the week.
The promoter smiled as the bizarre procession went past, knowing that next week would be a guaranteed sell out from fans anxious to see the twin’s new playthings. Now he just needed a match to further titillate the fans. Looking at Thom’s hulking body trapped helplessly in the ropes, an inspiration overcame him. It seemed that Thom's days as a referee were going to come to and end, but his time of abuse, humiliation, and torture were about to begin, and the promoter knew just the man for the job. A wrestler who only occasionally wrestled at the Arena because, after his last match, no one would sign a contract against him. But it had been several years and Thom would not be aware of the man's reputation for slowly, methodically destroying and humiliating his opponent. On his way to the phone to arrange the match he told his head of security, "Leave the ref in the ropes until the arena is empty and then release him. That should make him ripe to sign a contract to begin his comeback so he gets another shot at the twins."
The promoter then smiled to himself, knowing that Thom would never be able to survive his first match.
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