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.

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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.

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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!!".

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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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