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Champ's Mistake
Based on an original story by The Mangler
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Chad Taylor was feeling on top of the world. He had recently successfully defended his super heavyweight wrestling belt, had just had a wonderful sexual encounter with yet another one of his many female admirers, and had found out that very morning that he was being offered a fantastic commercial endorsement contract offer. The handsome muscle stud was on cloud nine, and he decided to celebrate at a local bar. Since he was only in town for the fight, he wasn't really familiar with the area and decided on a bar nearest the hotel. It was an okay place with a very mixed clientele of customers, but it had beer and plenty of it, so Chad was completely satisfied.
During his fourth beer, Chad became engaged in a rather heated conversation with a couple of young punks. The two rough lads were teasing the massively muscular young man, saying that his huge muscles were just for show, and that all of his wrestling matches were rigged. When they challenged him to a two on one wrestling match that night at the local gym, he accepted by replying, "There is no way a couple of skid row scum like you could beat a muscle god like me.” The match was on. Another of the bar patrons, a rookie wrestler in the same league as Chad and with a very promising career, was chosen to be the referee. Since Chad already knew him, he felt it was a good choice. Little did Chad know, however, that his fellow wrestler was a former punk himself and knew the two challengers well.
As always, Chad looked awesome in the center of the ring in nothing but his tight wrestling shorts. The mighty, 23-year-old muscle man stood 6’2” tall and weighed in at a massive 285 pounds of pure, grade-A stud beef. He had a spectacular upper body, with huge, broad shoulders, a Herculean chest of amazing width and thickness, and truly super human arms that stretched the measuring tape to over 25” in circumference. His massive upper body tapered in a beautiful V to his tight, corded midsection with corrugated abs that defied belief. His lower body was a perfect match for his muscular upper body, with bulging calves, massive thighs like the trunks of oak trees, and a solid, muscular bubble butt that alone had earned Chad no end of male and female admirers. Chad’s awesome physique was in such exquisite proportion that, despite the massive size of his great muscles, he did not look over developed or grotesque -- his mighty body was sheer perfection.
Chad also possessed incredible good looks, the kind of stunning features that could easily have landed him a career as an actor, a model, or a porn star had he so chosen. But wrestling was in his blood. His strong chin, powerful jaw, and gorgeous blue eyes gave him the appearance of a comic book super hero, the perfect face to go with his awesome physique. Chad had thick black hair that he wore short, and a light dusting of this black hair also coated his mighty, squared chest and traveled in a trail down the center of his washboard abdominals to disappear into the waistband of his trunks. As usual, Chad was wearing his white trunks, the symbol of his fair play beliefs, which also showed off his lightly tanned, flawless skin to excellent effect. The trunks also strained to contain the monumental bulge of Chad’s crotch, and the tight material left little to the imagination. Chad’s uncut cock looked incredibly meaty through the thin trunk fabric, measuring at least 8 or 9 inches in length completely soft and as thick as a beer can. Beneath that huge cock were two of the biggest testicles ever to grace a human being, each gargantuan nut the size of the largest apple and bulging majestically through the trunks. Even had Chad not been blessed with incredible good looks, the body of a muscle god, and amazing skill as a wrestler, his mighty sexual endowment would have earned him flocks of fans. But with all these features combined, it was no surprise that Chad was far and away the most popular wrestler in the entire league.
His two punk opponents, Lance and Dirk, were very similar in appearance. They both stood 5’10” tall, weighed about 220 pounds apiece, and were 22 years old. They both had impressive muscular builds of their own, and though they were not nearly as massive and muscular as Chad, their bodies were just as lean and cut without an ounce of fat anywhere. Lance had shaggy blond hair, blue eyes, and a handsome face that was both boyish and masculine at the same time. Dirk was more darkly handsome, with dark brown hair that fell across his piercing blue eyes, and chiseled features. Both sported a couple of tattoos, and were attired for tonight's match in red boxer trunks. Dirk was also wearing a kneepad on his left leg that had an illegal hard plastic insert inside. It had been a gift from the ref when he left the junior leagues for the big circuit.
Steve, the referee, was 24 years old and had dark hair and brown eyes. His 6-foot frame was thickly muscled so that the standard ref attire he was wearing stretched nicely over his pumped chest and cannon-ball-like shoulders. Steve was very familiar with the arena where tonight's private match was occurring, as it was where he had originally trained. Prior to the start of the match, the ref made sure the three hidden video cameras were rolling, then he called out all three opponents to shake hands prior to beginning the match.
As Chad turned to walk back to his corner, the referee delivered a blow to the back of his head, knocking Chad into the turnbuckle. The blow was repeated, and then he was grabbed by his short hair and had his forehead repeatedly smashed into the turnbuckle four times. After the fourth blow, the referee released Chad's hair and signaled for the bell to start the match.
Dirk charged across the ring at the sound of the bell and delivered a knee into the dazed Chad's exposed lower back, pounding his solid kneepad into the dense muscle of Chad’s lower spine. He then grabbed the heavyweight's massive arm and slung him across the ring into his turnbuckle, where he was slammed into Lance's waiting knee. Lance quickly grabbed the dazed Chad before he could recover and wrapped the tag rope around the man’s thick, muscular bull neck. As Chad's arms flew to the rope around his neck, Dirk bounded across the ring delivering a loaded kneepad into the wide-open, corrugated muscle gut. The little air still left in Chad's lungs was brutally forced from his mighty chest. Dirk then began delivering a series of left-right combination punches into the muscular abdominal wall.
The referee watched without protest for several dozen blows and then walked over the tangled bodies. "Okay, come on. Give the guy a little break, how about it?" Steve said, though he made no attempt to actually stop the attack.
Dirk took a couple of steps back and began talking with the ref. In the meantime, Lance hooked Chad's arms over the top rope and his legs over the middle rope leaving him wide open. He then walked down the ring and called the ref over. The ref turned, saw Chad splayed out in the corner, and then walked over to Lance to engage in a little conversation.
Dirk charged into the corner and delivered a knee (the unpadded one) into the wide-open and exposed crotch of the champ. What little breath Chad had recovered was released in a thunderous bellow as the pain exploded from his crotch and into his abs and his chest, nausea rising from the very depths of his being. Dirk laughed, stepped back and began another series of left-right fist combos, this time to the massive balls and meaty cock of the big man. Chad felt as if a series of bombs were going off inside his prodigious genitals. He was unable to get a good breath back into his lungs, and could only grunt in tremendous agony, his mighty bull balls feeling like they were being reduced to a jellied pulp.
Tiring of the game, Dirk stopped the punches and pulled Chad from the ropes. Chad dropped his hands to his abused crotch and then fell to the mat and curled into a fetal position. With the huge muscle stud helpless in abject pain. Dirk delivered a series of kicks to the man’s lower back and then tagged in Lance. He and Lance continued to deliver a series of lower back stomps before Dirk exited the ring.
The ref walked over to Lance and stated, "Give the guy a break. At least let him catch his breath," and winked at him.
Lance laughed and walked over to his corner where he and Dirk watched the action. The ref walked over and knelt next to a hurting Chad, "Man these guys are making you look bad. I thought you were a tough champion."
Barely able to speak, Chad replied, "Well, if you all fought fair, I would be able to do something. But the fucking ball bashing gives them a little bit of an advantage, don’t you think?!”
"Ball bashing?!? What are you talking about?!? You telling me you've received some low blows?!"
"Yeah, I'm telling you that!"
With that the ref reached down and began untying Chad's trunks.
"What the fuck you doing!?!" Chad demanded
"Well, you say you've been ball bashed and I'm going to check it out. If I see evidence to that effect, I'll take care of it."
Chad resisted the stripping until the ref delivered a short, light jab into the man’s already screaming pubic region. Not hard enough to do damage, but hard enough to cause the champ to stop fighting him. The ref then proceeded to remove the champ's trunks and jockstrap, leaving him wearing only his boots. Steve threw the discarded clothing behind him to Dirk and Lance's corner, where Dirk caught the trunks and immediately began removing the tie string from them.
Meanwhile, the ref turned to inspect Chad’s much abused equipment. Steve lifted the heavy horse cock out of the way to get a better view of the stud’s mighty gonads. Without the trunks to support them, the weighty, pendulous orbs hung heavy and free, stretching their thick, hairy scrotum to over three inches from his crotch, where the fist-sized nuts swung gently at the end of their life-sustaining cords. The over-sized ball sac was extremely hairy due to the awesome virility of Chad’s massive balls, but Steve could clearly see even through the thick dark hair how red the battered testicles had become from all the abuse. With his free hand, Steve grabbed Chad’s huge, low-hanging nuts and began inspecting them, squeezing and rotating them in the process. The nausea welled up again within Chad, for Steve was definitely not gentle with his inspection. Steve had always been jealous of Chad’s gargantuan sexual endowment, so he was thoroughly enjoying watching the big muscle man get his cajones bludgeoned. But the ref had to admit that the guy had a seriously tough set of stud nuts, for even after the brutal abuse they’d already received, Chad’s humongous balls were still incredibly hard and dense and solid, feeling like they were made out of some super tough rubber.
"I don't see any evidence of abuse here, Stud,” Steve said, “though I do see evidence that your mother may have slept with a clydesdale. Sorry dude, but let's wrestle."
"Hey, how about my trunks!" Chad cried as the ref began to back away and Lance approached.
"It’s just us guys here and no low blows are allowed, so you don't really need them," laughed the ref. "Besides, they seem to have disappeared.”
Lance reached the champ at this point and, grabbing a fistful of dark chest hair, hauled the weakened muscle stud to his feet. He threw the muscular wrestler into the ropes and, as Chad catapulted off, delivered a fist directly into the naked nuts of his opponent, hitting with a sickening slap and causing them to bounce wildly in their sac. Twice more this was repeated, further depriving Chad of the ability to catch his breath. Finally, Lance signaled to his partner and threw Chad back first into the corner.
The ref took this opportunity to announce, "Hey guys, it’s a little warm in here. I'm going to get a quick drink of water. Be right back.” He then exited the ring and walked toward the fountain in the corner.
Before he could mutter a protest, Chad felt the tag rope wrapping around his throat again. Lance moved quickly in on the tied up wrestler. Chad was somewhat surprised when, instead of blows, he felt Lance began to rub his enormous cock and balls. Dirk got into the action as well by reaching over the ropes and lightly teasing the big nipples on Chad’s broad and mighty chest. In spite of the great pain in his battered balls, Chad felt his huge uncut cock begin to swell and expand. Dirk and Lance continued their manipulations until Chad's cock had obtained its full, glorious 14+ inches of monumental man meat. The huge cock was like a monument to masculinity, as thick as his opponent’s forearms and nearly as long. The meaty shaft was criss-crossed by thick, pulsating veins, and had swollen so hard and so full that the thick foreskin was fully retracted, leaving the massive cock head exposed and glistening. Lance then took the trunk tie that Dirk had removed earlier and fashioned a very tight noose around the base of the mammoth cock, tying it so tight that Chad was now stuck with a permanent hard on. Lance then took the remainder of the tie and looped it tightly around Chad’s ponderous balls, stretching them further and further from the base of his throbbing cock until they had been pulled over five painful inches from his crotch, bulging obscenely from his overstretched scrotum and looking like they were about to burst.
Staring into Chad's eyes, Lance stuck his left hand between Chad’s engorged prick and thickly rippled abdomen, holding the massive cockhead in his hand. Taking his right hand, he made a fist and extended the middle knuckle. Then, chuckling, he placed the knuckle on the spot where the head and shaft met and began a screwing motion, pushing harder and harder. The pain Chad had felt up until this point was nothing compared to this, and he cried out in agony. The knuckle dug deeper and deeper into the sensitive cock flesh, threatening to pierce clear through the man’s massive cock shaft. As Chad continued to bellow in deep throated pain, Lance smiled as the first big, pearly drop of precum appeared from Chad’s gaping piss-slit.
Lance stopped the screwing motion while Dirk released the massive stud from the ropes. Pulling Chad away from the ropes, Lance lifted the huge champ and delivered a back breaker, holding onto Chad’s powerful chin and overstretched nuts to deliver the hold, which of course stretched Chad’s tortured nuts farther still, threatening to rip them right off of his muscular crotch. Lance repeated the maneuver several more times before tagging Dirk. Dirk then entered the ring, and the partners delivered a series of six double back-breakers before tossing the battered Chad onto the floor outside the ring. At this point the ref returned to the ring, kicking the downed man in the back on his way into the ring. Dirk exited the ring, picked his opponent up, and, holding him parallel to the floor, ran his lower back into the nearest ring post several times. He then threw the dazed muscle man back into the ring.
Chad was in serious trouble now. The illegal low blows and other brutal assaults had greatly weakened the huge wrestling champ, and he knew he no longer had the strength to put up much of a fight. He was pulled into his opponents’ corner, where his neck was draped over the second rope. Lance placed the handsome head between his powerful legs, trapping the victim. The referee lifted the legs up and pulled backward, stretching the gloriously muscular body out. Dirk began a series of tomahawks chops to the lower back, ending by throwing himself off the far ropes and delivering a super tomahawk into the same spot. As the last blow landed, the ref released the legs and Chad fell to the mat, all but unconscious.
Dirk kicked Chad over onto his stomach and grabbed him by his feet pulling him into the corner. He then proceeded to place the stud in a Boston crab. Lance reached through the ropes and began rubbing and manipulating the large trapped cock. Chad's back felt if it was breaking, but he was confused by the intense pleasure coursing through his galvanized mule cock. His dazed mind didn’t know what to do with the extreme sensations, the utter agony in his balls and back and the intensely erotic bliss building in his huge cock.
After several minutes, Dirk released the hold and allowed Lance to enter the ring, who then proceeded to place the broken stud into a camel clutch facing the corner. This time Dirk reached through the ropes and pulled, pinched, and caressed the exposed nipples, continuing the process of blending together extreme pain and pleasure.
Dirk and Lance decided it was time to end the match. Releasing the camel clutch, Lance pulled Chad to his feet and, with Dirk's assistance, placed him in an over the shoulder backbreaker. With his left hand he grabbed the chin, with his right the abused balls, squeezing them as hard as he could. He pulled down with both hands, bending the stud in two, and stretching the stud’s bull nuts past all possible endurance. It looked like the handsome stud’s gigantic bull balls really were going to be pulled from his body!
Finally, in unimaginable pain as his nuts were simultaneously crushed and stretched to their utter limit, Chad began to bellow his surrender over and over again. But the ref and the two punks just ignored him.
Lance took his thumb and, while still pulling down on the balls, forced it up the champ's hot, muscular ass. Digging deep, he found the muscle man’s swollen prostate and began to massage it with vigor. While the champ felt as if he was being broken in two and that his great balls were being destroyed, a fire had been lit in his crotch. Chad begged for Lance to stop, his breath coming faster and faster. Steve and Dirk watched in rapt fascination as the stud’s cock grew larger still, swelling to nearly 15 inches in length and pointing directly at the ceiling far overhead! The manipulations continued, and Chad’s titanic cock began to shudder, darkening and swelling even larger STILL, turning almost purple with pent up blood. Chad clenched his powerful jaw and tightened every muscle of his gorgeously proportioned body, straining with every ounce of his being to not give his opponents the pleasure of making him cum. Through sheer force of will alone, Chad held on for several minutes more, fighting against the awesome need to cum, holding his gargantuan load back, which only increased the agony in his overloaded nuts.
Ultimately, Chad could hold back no more. He let out an animal bellow of agony and defeat, and at the same moment, without a hand even touching his monumental cock, Chad exploded with the most violent burst of cum any of the men had ever seen. Despite the fearsome constriction of the corded cock ring, Chad’s mammoth dick began to thunder out wad after massive wad of man juice, each huge spurt of the white-hot cream more copious than the last, and each wad more voluminous and virile than what a normal man could cum in a week. Chad’s entire stretched out body bucked with each powerful blast, tugging even harder at his trapped and crushed nuts, which seemed to only spur him on more. The thick jets of cum rocketed skyward with such power that they arced over ten feet straight up in the air, no doubt aided by the constriction of the cock ring. Before one gelatinous slug of cum could come crashing down to the mat, another would already be joining it in the air. As the multiple loads began to rain back down to earth, the massive slugs struck Chad’s stretched, fantastically muscular body with a wet slap, pelting him again and again and again with his own hot juices.
The orgasm went on and on for a seeming eternity, and the other wrestlers were utterly stunned by the stud’s awesome and titanic display of his hyper masculine virility. The ejaculation continued for several minutes as Chad shot out dozens and dozens of massive loads, quickly drenching his body in his own hot cum. Lance, who was protected from being directly hit by the falling slugs of cum by Chad’s own enormous body, soon felt the hot trails of fresh cum running down his arms and back in thick rivers where it poured off of Chad’s muscular and sperm-drenched body.
Finally, after shooting literally buckets full of cum onto himself, Lance, and the mat, Chad’s colossal orgasm slowly began to ebb and eventually cease. Lance gave Chad’s tortured balls one last hard tug, very nearly finishing the process of tearing the gigantic gonads free, and a final thick wad of cum burped out of the cum-slick cock to land wetly amongst its fellows on Chad’s magnificent, cum-soaked chest.
Chad shouted his submission again, loudly, and was dropped on his back to the mat, landing with a wet splash in a thick pool of his own cock snot. Dirk and Lance stood on each side of the defeated muscle god and used the soles of their boots to smear the cum over the utterly exhausted and beaten stud’s body and face.
While they were engaged in this activity, Steve had left the ring and returned with a heavy looking bag. Using restraints and ropes from the bag, Chad was stretched tightly between the four ring posts, his body displayed in all its masculine and muscular glory, his cock still hard as a rock due to the tight noose at its base. The ref then removed a portable tattoo device from his bag and went to work on Chad’s humongous cock. The super heavyweight wrestling champ screamed and bellowed in intense agony as the needles of the tattoo gun pierced up one side of his elephantine cock and back down the other. Tears were soon streaming from Chad’s beautiful blue eyes, both from the pain and from the humiliation of having his cock permanently marked and mutilated in this manner.
Steve was an excellent tattoo artist, and he took his time with his craft, spending more than 20 minutes tattooing the colossal beef of Chad’s monster cock. When he was finally done, a vertical row of black letters down either side of the huge shaft spelled out “Property of Dirk and Lance”.
Somehow, despite the intense pain of the tattooing -- or perhaps because of it -- Chad came twice more during the defacement of his glorious cock, each load nearly as gigantic and earth shattering as the first. Both Lance and Dirk had to hold the massive quivering organ steady as it pulsed and belched out each monstrously oversized load, their eyes wide with amazement by the big man’s unparalleled power and virility. By the time Steve was done, all four men and the entire floor of the ring were completely drenched with Chad’s hot stud cum, and even Chad’s mighty cum tanks were finally and truly empty.
Chad Taylor had started the day as a super heavyweight wrestling champion, muscle god, and all around stud. He had ended the day still the super heavyweight wrestling champion, but he knew that he had been bested by a trio of dirty-fighting street punks. He was still a beautiful muscle god, but he was now a fucked-over muscle god. When Dirk, Lance, and Steve revealed to the handsome young muscle hunk that his entire beating, rape, and humiliation had been video taped and would soon be released to the public, Chad knew that his wrestling career -- and indeed even his freedom -- were over.
No doubt Chad was soon to become a porn super star after all, just not in the way that he would have ever imagined…
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