Prepare to Grovel (Until You Beg 2)

I looked up at White Lightning, still a little rocked by the hard uppercut.  His foot wasn't pressing on my bulge, but definitely making the threat clear.  He leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of my hair, as he brought me up from the floor he continuously slammed punches into my neck and chest keeping me winded and hurting.  On my feet he slammed a solid fist deep into my abs doubling me over.  Wrenching my tights and holding my hair he turned me around to see a bay of video cameras surrounding our ring to catch this match from every angle possible "Remotely controlled of course" he whispered as I saw 3 cameras reposition themselves, one slowly zooming in I assumed on my face as it made the low whirring noises of focusing its lens on the two of us.

Lightning yanked my tights walking me to the ring and I got my head clear finally threw an elbow back at his head and turned around when he lost his grip, immediately my head snapped back from a hard left hook from his bare hand followed by a quick jab with his gloved right and I fell backward slumping against the ring apron-that elbow ended up being the one offense I get in the next 30 minutes.  He came in fast grabbing my throat he bashed my head into the ring post, followed with a hard gut punch that would have doubled me over but Lightning kept his grip on my throat standing me up.  Another hard uppercut smashed into my neck/chest and knocked me into the ropes- leaving me open to machine gun punches into my abs gradually crushing the wall of muscle between the right glove and his bare left fist.

As I pushed myself up nursing my abs and untangling my arm from the ropes I see Lightning taking off his boxing glove "I think I've made my point, but let me be sure." he said with this cocky ass grin on his face.  Suddenly his glove whips across my face hard and stuns me, only to receive it again on the other cheek-classic duel challenge upgraded with a huge boxing glove leaves me winded in the ropes.  Already nearly a dishrag and have barely made it on the ring apron, screaming at myself to get back in this game as he hops through the ropes, smacking my bulge with his glove before tossing it aside.  Pulled in through the ropes by my spiked hair kicking and groaning in pain as my arms finally spring free from the tangled ropes.  My tights half off my ass showing my thong for the constantly repositioning, zooming cameras surrounding us.  I finally stand up and shake my head clear and turn around pissed at this humiliating show so far.

I don't get even fully turned around before I see two white boot soles coming at my face, hard standing dropkick takes me out cold.  KO'd and the force of his kick shoots me into the turnbuckles chest first HARD! I fall out of the corner and crumple to the mat.  Lightning walks up to my limp form and drags up my head to be in view of the camera, my eyes showing white and my lips parted.  White Lightning, with a look that could be easily called demonic takes a breath and the camera catches a ringbell in his hand.  He swings the ringbell and BANGED my head with it.  Letting me drop back to the mat he leans into one of the closer cameras with a grin as he tosses the bell under the ropes, takes a look at my limp half stripped body and back into the camera licking his lips "Alright Round 1, let's get started".

Until You Beg

I went by Red Storm and I was the most desired heel in the erotic wrestling universe. An escort, if you prefer that term. Pathetic losers filled my email inbox begging for me to show them the dominance of a real man and I was always happy to oblige. It was a thrill and I could never get enough of that view of some jobber doormat's face under my throbbing bulge begging me to put them away.

I rode this high for 3 years, but was starting to get bored until I got a message one night from a screen name White Lightning, no email address or picture attached. All the message said was "Face a real man, get your ass ready". I smiled thinking to myself this was another slob with fantasies of being the cocky jobber that got his ass handed to him by the dark heel. So I answered "Always looking for a legit challenge." as soon as I sent, there was a response "a challenge suggests that you could win, you're a bitch just waiting to get tamed."

I can't lie my cock throbbed at that, maybe this was finally the fight I was looking for, an honest match between two alpha males battling to determine top man. I answered back "we'll see who gets tamed fucker when and where do you want this ass kicking?"
"I'll decide that, you just be ready" and with that he signed out.

I stared at the screen for a second and decided it was just some lame kid talking smack on the Internet and brushed it off. About a week later I had some downtime and met up with this personal trainer begging for an ass kicking at his home ring. He had a boxing glove kink and wanted to include that in our playtime. So I went into the little changing room he had and took a minute to admire my naked 6'2 230 lbs of packed muscle in the full length mirror before sliding into The Red Storm.

A flame patterned thong under jet black full tights with red flames spiraling up my legs ending at the pronounced bulge knee high boots and a half mask that perfectly matched my thong completed the transformation. My cock was already growing at the muscle bitch waiting out in the ring for me. When I arrived he was already a jobber vision in a stark white thong, low boots and white boxing gloves, I was hard the second I looked at him.

I came out of the room to look at the ring and my boxer bitch was nowhere to be found. I looked around the ring room, totally empty. "what the fuck man you scared already?" I heard the changing room door slam shut and a fist jerked my spiked black hair. I felt something firm against my ass and hot breath tickled my neck "I'm not scared, but you will be soon." My head was jerked back and teeth sank into my neck, I couldn't hold in the moan as he chewed on my pulse point. He spun me around and I got a good look at him. That thong was now hidden under white rubber briefs with two lightning bolts framing the crotch and two white bands over his biceps also sporting yellow lightning bolts "You" was all I could say. He grinned, evil, "told you to be ready" and I saw his right hand still had a boxing glove on, a hard uppercut sent me head rocking back and I stumbled falling over a weight bench. He walked up and planted a foot on my crotch "I hope this isn't boring"

Humiliating Holds: Wedgie

Nothing like yanking a jobber's trunks a mile high to add a little insult to injury

All-American Muscled Jobber

Jobber Chris Bruce

When you wrestle in Canada, sporting skimpy U.S. flag trunks, I guarantee you're in for a lot of ass kicking. This was pretty ironic since I'm Canadian myself, but it's a living.

I spent a short time in an erotic wrestling company in Toronto and the pay was pretty great, even better if you got the shit kicked out of you and looked good doing it. People may not necessarily respect it, but getting bitched in a wrestling ring can be pretty lucrative.

One of my highest paid (and most humiliating) matches was of course just before Canada Day at a nightclub so I decided to come out to the club's ring with my manufactured American spirit way over the top just to rile up the crowd that much more.

Dressed in my now trademark star spangled briefs riding low on my hips over a matching jockstrap, knee high rwb boots and an American flag over my shoulders, grinning at the laughing and boos as I walked through the crowd. I got in the ring and noticed an oil pit had been set up as well, hadn't known oil wrestling was on the menu, but that was fine too, just another opportunity to beat down the chump I was facing.

My opponent, Captain Canada (I know right lol) came out in a stark white rubber brief red maple leaf stretched over his bulging crotch, his white boots sporting a maple leaf at the toe a white mask over his face also decorated with a large maple leaf on his forehead. Not gonna lie, he was hot flexing for all the cheering fans and I could feel myself growing in my USA trunks.

As he rolled into the ring I folded up my flag and set it on the ring apron, as I stood up and turned Captain Canada wasted no time and charged across the ring. His boot (steel toe i soon found out) flew up and slammed into my face. The Canadian maple leaf was the last thing I saw before the world went black, poetic. So there I was laid out cold from one high kick from the Captain, this match was going well so far.

My eyes fighting to open as he dragged my groggy ass from the ring corner. After he slapped me awake he stood me up on shaky legs, the crowd loving every minute, he grabbed me by the hair and forced me to face the largest group standing around the ring, slid a hand between my legs and squeezed my balls hard. I hunched over moaning in pain, he quickly slammed a knee into my ass sending me head first into the ring post. I crumpled to the mat slumped in between the turnbuckles, barely a minute in this bout and I was already thoroughly owned in front of this crowd of horny men thirsty for blood.

Captain yanked my trunks up my ass showing the straps of my jock cupping my ass and jerked me out of the corner, grabbing a fistful of my hair and keeping his grip on my wedgied trunks he walked me to each corner, bashing my head into the top turnbuckle making two laps around the ring keeping me standing by his fistfuls of my hair and trunks.

The whole room was rocking back and forth as he snatched me around my legs were noodles and I was fighting to stay conscious. Captain Canada was grinding his bulge against my ass as he walked me around, turning me on and my pulled tight bikini trunks hiding nothing from the crowd as my cock throbbed, getting jeers from the crowd.

Twink Jobboy Brendan Byers

Suddenly Captain bent me over, my trunks now a thong held in his tight grip. He SNAPPED a strap of my jock against my ass laughing as I shouted in pain. Jerking me upright by my hair again he dropped to one knee slamming my back over his thick ripped thigh. Holding me bent over his leg he started pounding fists into my abs making me twitch with every shot breaking down the muscle. He gripped my bulge now tenting my thonged trunks and started to massage my aching bone, my flag trunks waving with every throb. "I think he likes it!" the crowd went nuts as he pulled me up to my feet once again, slapping my ass and taking a firm grip he lifted me up and SLAMMED me over the top rope jamming the rope between my legs, my balls and ass were on fire.

Adding insult to injury he punched me in the face sending me reeling. Keeping me on the ropes by a crushing grip on my bulge Captain kneeled down, untied my boots and knotted the laces to the rope. I tried to pull my legs free but they were tight. He SLAPPED my face bringing tears to my eyes my whole cheek stinging, then yanked up on the rope smiling as I groaned out in pain. He started jerking the rope up and down bouncing my balls and ass against the rough rope until I was sure my whole pelvis was raw.


He finally untied me sobbing and let me collapse to the mat. I laid on my back, my legs spread wide as I slide my hands over my aching balls and ass, wincing as my hands slid over my chafed taint and ass. I could feel the bunched spandex of my trunks rubbing and making things worse. I whimpered as I pulled out the wedgied trunks, first one side then the other, rubbing my ass, finally feeling relief I start to stand. I look up from my knees to see Captain smiling above me, that damn steel toe bashed my thick chest sending me flat on my face at his feet. My trunks were yanked up my ass again and I screamed as he jerked me to my feet rubbing into my still sensitive ass cheeks.

Captain jerked me into him rubbing his hard member against my ass making me moan and whimper in a blend of pain and pleasure. He walked me to the ropes again I felt his cock throb when I started begging him not to rack me again. Captain's hot breath washed over my ear as he whispered "don't worry Patriot, I never repeat myself.". He licked my neck and I felt his hand slide in my trunks, I moaned as his hand closed over my cock and I felt him throb against my ass again.

Captain Canada pushed my cock down pointing it straight ahead, hooking it under the bottom rope. I start to shiver as he takes his hand out of my trunks, gripping me again over my tight trunks, he jerked me side to side stroking my cock head against the rope. My legs quivered as he whispers again "You like that don't you?" I can only moan back.

I notice the crowd has gotten quiet, but I'm in no condition to pay much attention. Captain Canada locked his arms through mine and flexed lifting me off my feet. As a result my cock snapped against the rope as he lifted me higher. Then lowering me my cock pulsed as it pressed against the top of the rope. I cried out as my dick throbbed and snapped back under the rope. He kept lifting me up and down teasing my cock against the rope until I squirmed in his arms helpless to break the lock, "fuck please stop I'm gonna cum". My whole body was shaking as he pressed his lips to my neck "I know." I felt him smile before his teeth sunk into my neck as he flexed his arms and started to tease my cock faster until I threw my head back and a choked moan tore out of me as my cock surged and my cumload came seeping out of my trunks dripping over the top rope.

Finally released I started to collapse to the mat my cock still leaking the last of my load but Captain Canada wasn't done with me yet. He pulled me up and locked in a tight sleeper. Already barely conscious from repeated bashes to my head, it didn't take long before I went limp, KOd for the second time this match.

Captain Canada pulled me to the center of the ring by my feet, taking my boots off and tossing them out of the ring. He turned my limp body over with his foot, kicking my legs apart he dropped to his knees and slapped my ass, spanking me as the crowd counted until my ass was as red as the stripes on my wrenched trunks. He then jerked my trunks off of me leaving me in just my patriotic jock; red waistband and straps, blue pouch with a white star dead center. He pulled my arms back tying them together with my trunks.

Captain Canada pointed to the oil pit, his trunks showing a HUGE twitching bulge. "I think I need to lube this bitch up!!" the crowd went wild and parted making a path to the oil pit. Captain kicked my limp carcass under the ropes letting me fall to the floor. He vaulted over the ropes and landed his feet SLAM into my abs, I come to with a violent groan, my jock stirring as my cock grows in its skimpy prison.

Cameron Matthews takes a hard stomp

Captain Canada lifted me up in a fireman's carry, making me moan as he hooked a thumb in my ass and carried me to the oil pit.

He dumped me into the pit on my back, watching me struggle to pull free of my tightly knotted trunks as he removed his boots and stepped into the pit. "Now we can get to business" he said, his eyes and smile terrifying under the mask. He stomped my bulge but forced me to lay flat when I tried to lift my legs.

Captain Canada dropped one knee over my throat and cupped my bulge, teasing and stroking as he choked me out under his knee until my cock was screaming to burst from the tiny jock pouch doing nothing to conceal my dick from view. The white star dark from my stream of precum trickling out as he slowly edged me. He kept constant eye contact as I choked and sputtered writhing under him splashing oil all over us, making the whole situation even more intense and erotic.

As lack of air weakened me I could only moan softly, my struggles turning into my hips rolling against the Captain's hand as he massaged me.

Just as I could feel my vision blurring he lifted his knee and PUNCHED my abs a dozen times, then locked in a claw just above the waistband of my jock. I groaned as I arched up in pain and his fingers dug deeper into my destroyed ab wall. He leaned in close, his knee pressing into my throat again "who's my bitch?" he snarled. Pressing his full body weight into my neck, there was no way I could answer even if I wanted to, I gurgled and gagged as he pressed harder and clawed deeper. My eyes started to water and everything went silent as my air was cut completely. My lips pressed together as I struggled to say "Me! I'm your bitch please stop!!" but all I could get out were choked moans and gurgling noises. My eyes rolled back and I was out, three times knocked out in one match was a personal record.

Captain Canada grinned as I stopped struggling "close enough musclebitch." He got off me, my head lolled to the side, my mouth hanging slack letting some of the oil pool against my lips.

Captain Canada stripped his trunks off freeing his throbbing 8 inches. He balled up his trunks and tossed them into the crowd almost starting a fight among the horny on-lookers.

Captain Canada grabbed my waist and pulled me against him hiking my legs up and pressing his cock against my ass. He wiped some oil from the pit and coated his thick cock before pushing against my slick hole. He pulled my straps up a little and slid his hand under my jock gripping my cock he started to jerk me off. "gonna make this bitch wet his panties again boys!!".

Jobber Braden Charron

The guys were now all sporting rockhard wood in their tight jeans practically drooling watching their hero fuck my out cold body and jerking my cock under my skimpy jockstrap. My body twitched and quivered in muscle memory as he pounded away at my ass. Picking up speed bashing my jobber ass and jerking my cock faster, gripping me harder the crowd erupted as I shuddered and my 2nd loser load shot out of my abused cock, blasting right through the whisper thin pouch of my jock. Captain Canada pulled out of me and straddled my chest, jerking his cock the rest of the way home. He blasted his victory load all over my face, coating from eyebrow to chin in his thick milk. Standing up in victory, Captain Canada gripped the waist of my jock, jerked the straps up my ass into a thong and dragged me into the back room.

I was later found in the makeshift locker room still unconscious and hands bound, my cum soaked jock tied over my face my hair in a solid crispy helmet full of dried cum.


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Gold Star Jobber

Every so often there comes a long a special kind of jobber, a jobber in its purest form, that gets into the ring week after week and invariably gets his ass handed to him by heels, faces, and sometimes even other Jobbers who are popular enough to get tossed a mercy win once in a while to keep the fans cheering.  These doormats, punching bags, chronic losers are what I like to call Gold Star Jobbers.  The grapplers who go their entire career and not manage to win a single bout-these are the jobbers truly dedicated to their craft of getting squashed and making it look good.
(Note: Just featuring my fave "top 5" if you will of Jobbers who to the best of my knowledge maintained a perfect 0 in the win column) 

1. Red Tyler  Imagine being a professional wrestler, having been in the ring for a respectable number of years.  After countless singles and tag matches against some of the biggest names in the industry in front of millions of fans live and nationally broadcast on television, you decide it's time to hang up the boots and retire quietly after a successful and (hopefully) respectably lucrative career.  Now after all of this time and energy dedicated to your craft, you loved your job and your co-workers were always a pleasure to be around; you would think that fans around the world would remember you for your ring presence, your dedication to taking bumps and putting over other wrestlers when called upon or your great relations with your fans.

Not Red Tyler, after years in the ring getting his butt kicked time and time again, he is remembered for getting epic wedgies-especially the one pictured below provided by Mr. Perfect.  All the time, energy, blood sweat and tears spent as a pro wrestler to put on a good show for the fans-and his identifier is a pair of green spandex trunks a mile high up his ass crack.  While not the first time I ever saw a pair of trunks get wedgied in a match, this was definitely the most dramatic, even the match announcers get a few jibes in at Red Tyler's expense at the end of this match up.  What a way to be remembered ;-)

 

Of course, Mr. Perfect wasn't the only one to send Red back to the lockers picking lycra out of his teeth, here's Ted DiBiase Sr. The Million Dollar Man getting in on the trunk yanking fun....He gets a little help from Virgil as well.

 2.  Kenny "Ken Doll"
Whenever someone mentions pro jobbers Kenny is one of the first thoughts that come to my mind.  With an ass that could crack walnuts, cradled in those 2nd skin trunks that always let just a little bit of cheek bubble out, handsome face and one of the best bodies in pro wrestling at the time Kenny was always a pleasure to watch.  I think the simplicity of his ring gear with the only "flair" being those initials on the ass of his trunks in contrast to a lot of the facepaint and over the top costumes (tassels and rhinestones and feathers oh my) of many wrestlers during that period was a big part of what made me enjoy watching Kenny (and Eddie Jackie, another Gold Star who had a similar ring gear setup).  Another element with Kenny is how excited he always got in the ring, putting his all into attempting to take down the heel but invariably all his effort being basically useless and ending up flattened on the mat. 

 

3.  Bob Emory
Bob Emory was a phenomenal jobber, suffering through what were probably some of the most humiliating squash matches I've had the pleasure of watching (and re-watching over and over on youtube lol).  One of the few who were even thrown out to lose to other jobbers, putting him at the absolute bottom of the proverbial totem pole in the wrestling world.  One of these famous "Jobbing for a Jobber" matches was Bob's bout against Curtis Thompson.  Some might call Curtis a face due to the fact he went on to gain some fame as Firebreaker Chip (Firebreaker? really?) but for the most part the bite size bodybuilder ended up down for the count and wore some amazing tiny trunks doing it ;-)

I haven't really sat down and tried to figure out the time line but I suppose this match could have been the springboard point for Thompson that sent him on to become the Firebreaker and knocked Emory the last few notches down to rock bottom jobbermeat.  On the upside, Emory had lots of opportunity in this bout to display his phenomenal armbar skills.

4. Eddie Jackie Poor cute little Eddie Jackie, he certainly always had an energy and spunk about him, but he invariably ended up down for the count. 

5. Mike Tolbert
I guess I can't really call Tolbert a gold star jobber as he did manage a win over Doc Dean, which is pretty sad considering the Dean's amazing record in Europe.  Unfortunately he wasn't one of the Intercontinentals the WWE felt like pushing much...or at all, so he spent time going down to punching bags like Mike Tolbert.  Sad, but at least we got to see Tolbert get the stuffing beaten out of him a lot.

 So cheers to these and all gold star jobbers out there and their dedication to being humiliated for our viewing pleasure :-)

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