J Squared: Vanquished Vets

Gorgeous Gomez

My ring name is Johnny "Gorgeous" Gomez, I'm in a tag team with my best friend since High School Jake "Hot Shot" Harris.  We were called J Squared, and the joke in the locker rooms was that the J stood for jobber.  It was true I had to admit, 2 years without a single win and each loss was more humiliating than the last.  Management had put us in a match for the Women's Tag Belt as a joke to add insult to injury against Dirty Donna and Lady Rage; the match had pretty much just consisted of Jake and I taking low blows until we passed out cold.  Donna had punctuated the three count with spanking me with a dildo, then slapping Jake across the face with it for the cherry on top.

The humiliation of being put in the match in the first place, the total one sided fight with the ref paying no mind to all of Donna and Rage's rule breaking and Management using our air tight contract to use as comic relief had us both pretty depressed.  We stumbled back to the lockers holding our balls in pain.  As we got more losses our chosen gear became skimpier by the day, and the smaller our trunks got, the more fans seemed eager to see us get our asses kicked.  I couldn't even bother with fixing my trunks that had slid well past the top of my ass showing the bright green thong I had worn under them, and the crowd was relentlessly slapping Jake's bubble ass that was in full view thanks to the obscene wedgie Lady Rage had given him.

Hot Shot Harris

I didn't see Duke Masters, one of our more avid tormentors waiting by the door as we came into the locker room.  Just as the door shut behind me Duke grabbed my thong and snapped it painfully on my ass.  Just as I turned around he shoved us both back toward the benches.  Jake tripped over falling back on the hard tile floor, I landed on my ass.  Duke took a quick step grabbing my long hair and stuffing my face in the pouch of his dark blue trunks.  His ample basket smothered my mouth and nose as he rubbed my face back and forth in his bulge.  "Y'know usually The Danger Dames give me a little BJ after a match, but I guess two bitch jobbers like you will do in a pinch."  Duke laughed and I could feel his cock growing in his tight trunks as I tried to push my head back from his crotch.  Duke let go of my hair long enough to spike a knuckle to the top of my skull that made me see stars.  Dazed I was no trouble as Duke scrubbed his bulge with my face.

By now Jake had gotten up and fixed half of his wedgie, he pushed Duke's chest "Get the fuck off of him Duke!"  Duke's face twisted in a sneer, "Getting jealous I'm borrowing your bitch boyfriend?"  Duke palmed Jake's face like a basketball and effortlessly slammed him down gut first over the bench.  Jake gasped as his abs bashed into the unforgiving wood.  Duke reached down with his free hand and yanked Jake's wrenched trunks down leaving him bare assed in a metallic red thong and smirked, "Guess I have to teach you both some manners."  He started swatting Jake's ass with his ham sized hands, when Jake kept squirming, he pulled my face away from his crotch, and put me down for the count with one vicious punch to the jaw.  He grabbed Jake wedging his thong up his ass Jake couldn't get far with his trunks around his knees.  Duke sat down on the bench, putting Jake over his knee and went to town swatting his thonged ass until both cheeks were bright red.  Finally the Promoter decided to break things up making his presence known.  Duke shoved Jake to the floor, kicking us both as he went back into the showers.

When I woke up Jake told me the news, we had finally been given a break.  Management had decided we had suffered enough and gave us a handicapped match against a totally green rookie.  He only had three matches under his belt and hadn't really wowed Management.  If there was any such thing as a sure win this had to be it.  The next week dragged by as I counted the days down until Saturday, Jake and I training intensely every day.  Finally  the day came, Jake and I tore down the Interstate to the arena on our motorcycles, excited to finally get our first win in our wrestling career.  It might be a cheap win, but considering the amount of times we had been cheated in the ring I put it out of my mind, everybody gets their turn I guess.

We got to the ring and I opened my locker only to see my gear was gone.  Where usually there was white bikini trunks hung the tiniest purple string thong.  A triangle barely three fingers wide made the back, and the front was a sheer pouch that looked like it would barely hold one of my balls.  I stepped back from my locker, seeing my regular purple and white laced boots at the bottom.  I left my boots in the locker and walked toward the Equipment Office.  I heard Jake behind me as I passed his locker, "Are they fucking serious?"  I looked back and saw his gear was even smaller than mine, it was simply a red mesh pouch attached to an elastic ring.  I shook my head, "I don't know man, I'm about to find out what the fuck is going on."  Jake followed me to the office, The Equipment Manager looked up as we entered, "Come on Kurt what is the meaning of this?"  I said as we held up our shoestring gear.

Kurt just looked at us as if waiting on us to say what the problem was.  "Yeah that's your gear this match, Boss is trying out a new, uh, adult venue with some of our matches, what of it?"  "What the fuck do you mean what of it? What is this shit?"  Jake looked like he could chew glass, he had gotten more and more annoyed as our provided gear kept getting smaller and tighter, I was sure they had finally gone too far with the g string and cock pouch.  "Boss calls the shots, Boss picks the gear. Oh and, don't worry about those, they stretch to fit"  Kurt winked then looked back down at his newspaper.  Jake stormed out and shoved the office door so hard it banged against the wall, knocking Kurt's clock off the wall.  I just looked at my purple string and shuffled back out, this was already looking like more of Management's games.

We finally pulled on our scanty gear, Kurt was right about it stretching to fit, the microscopic pouch of my string easily accommodated the heft of my cock and balls in a snug bundle.  Jake still looked livid as we approached the ramp, Duke laughed hysterically as he made his way to the lockers looking at our skimpy gear and swatting Jake's bare ass.  "Smiles on"  Jake muttered as we stepped out.  I preened with my handheld mirror, playing up Gorgeous Gomez to the max, Jake ran down flexing and getting hype with the crowd.  I noticed that the crowd was almost 100% men and they were a lot more free with their hands groping and fondling us as we walked past them.

For all his angry complaining before, Jake seemed to genuinely love the attention the fans were giving him, shaking his bare ass and thrusting his red pouch in people's faces.  He had the biggest smile I think I had ever seen.  When we came back together in the middle of the ramp Jake whispered "Ok I'll admit, this is more fun than I thought it would be."  He laughed and gave my pouch a playful pat before we jumped up on the ring apron.  I couldn't hold back a grin as I pretended to fix my hair just so in my hand mirror, hamming up the Gorgeous Gomez character to the max.

I didn't see our opponent in the ring, which was odd since usually the new rookie was the first out to the ring without any fanfare or entrance ceremony.  But I didn't think of it as we entered the ring.  Jake climbed up on the turnbuckles and flexed his impressive physique to a big pop from the crowd.  I decided to turn around, giving a full view of my ass as I ran my hands over my body, turning back to face them as I groped my barely contained bulge.  Suddenly I saw a flash to my side and as I looked to see, a crushing pain exploded in my crotch.  A hand was crushing my pouch in an iron fist, another had a hold of Jake, the arm pulled back and Jake fell of the turnbuckles, his head banged off the corner post with a metallic ring and he melted into a puddle in the corner, out cold before the match even started.

I was still in the clutch of our mysterious opponent that was supposed to have been a cakewalk newbie just excited to have time in the ring, looked like Management had tricked us again.  My mouth was open in a silent scream as the hand pulled back making me hobble backward doubled over from the grip on my balls.  Finally he let go, and I fell to my knees holding my crotch.  The hands returned grabbing me by the hair, pulling me up to my feet from behind.  my balls still in pain I couldn't even fight back as he bent me backwards and stuffed my head under his arm.  I realized our opponent that had taken Jake out and was kicking my ass was practically a kid, no more than 130 pounds and a good deal shorter than my 6'2".  Before I could even react to the fact that a twink was kicking my ass, my face was mashed in his armpit and the back of my head SLAMMED into the mat.  He stepped over me and pulled me back up by my hair facing him this time, his hair was blond and his eyes pale blue, he grinned evilly just as he got me to shaky feet and BAM smashes my face into the mat.

Adam Bomb

I looked up in a haze as he turned to the crowd flexing his wiry frame, the crowd went nuts seeing this pint size brawler totally dominating two muscle boys with an unrivaled jobber reputation.  He wore brief white trunks with a red radioactive symbol across his ass, he shouted in a surprisingly deep voice "Adam BOOOMB"  to another cheer from the crowd.  I groaned as I started to get up, alerting Adam to my movement.  He turned around and Stomped my head flattening me back to the mat, this was shaping up to be even more embarrassing than our usual matches.  Adam grabbed my thong yanking it high up my ass and with a grip on my hair walked me to the corner opposite Jake's crumpled form.  Jake was slumped on the mat, his head hanging over the bottom rope, his body up on his knees propped up by his shoulder pressed against the corner post.  His legs were spread wide, giving a full view of his winking hole.  In my head trauma daze I was staring at Jake's hole as it opened and closed with his shallow breath, and his red pouch dangling between his muscular thighs I didn't have much time to stare as Adam quickly boxed my ears, and then began bashing the back of my head over the corner post BAMBAMBAM I could hear the crowd counting each sick thud of my head against the ringpost.  I slowly lost all sense my eyes glazing over and held up only by Adam's grip on my ears.

I was all but unconscious  and wobbling as Adam slapped my face a few times, satisfied with my barely lucid state, he dragged me basically limp along the mat until we reached Jake, he stuffed my face into Jake's ass, pressing my mouth against his hole rubbing my face in his upturned muscular ass.  I was humiliated and to my terror, getting turned on.  I had never let on just how much I wanted Jake to anyone, I hadn't even come out to Jake.  It was pretty apparent he wasn't homophobic in the least, but I couldn't let on that I felt shivers everytime we consoled each other after another crushing loss in the ring.  Now here I was, giving a forced rim job to Jake as he lay knocked out, and my cock kept growing in my tiny pouch even as I tried to think about anything besides the fact that a skinny kid was cramming my face in my best friend and tag partner's ass for a full horny audience.

One grace is that I was flat on the mat hiding the raging hardon I had as Adam taunted me in my ear, telling me to lick and kiss Jake's ass , then started pulling my head back and forth and calling it The Gorgeous Gomez Tonguefuck finisher. As hot as it was smothering in Jake's ass the keyword was smothering.  Bashes to the head and lack of air was taking its toll fast.  My struggles were getting weaker until my eyes were rolling, totally unfocused.  Adam stuffed my head deep between Jake's cheeks one more time, I heard Jake moan, but he was barely coming around, and still a non factor in this "match".  Adam pulled Jake's legs straight, my face still in his crack groaning.  I could feel Adam moving around, pulling at my feet and doing something to Jake, but moving my head just sent out new waves of dizzying pain.  I put a hand up to rub my aching head, and my arm was quickly snatched away, and Adam STOMPED my fingers until I screamed, muffled in Jake's ample ass.

Adam crossed Jake's legs behind my head, and arched his legs up like a boston crab, causing Jake's ass to flex clamping over my face, sealing off what little air I was getting.  I gulped, feeling my chest surging as I struggled for breath, Jake's ass twitching with every exhale puffing against his sphincter.  I saw later from the countless video uploads on the net that Adam had untied mine and Jake's bootlaces.  When he lifted up Jake's legs he tied them to the middle rope, lashing them securely with his own laces, locking me in a reverse headscissor/ass smother at the same time.  He lifted my legs up too, spreading them in a wide perfect split, my flexibility just making it easier to put me in this embarrassing position. Adam lifted me just enough that my crotch lifted off the mat, showing my throbbing boner in all it's glory, a sticky string of precum stretching to the canvas below me.  "I think he likes it boys!" Adam yelled out.  He tied my left foot to the ring post, the laces from my right boot knotted to the middle rope so that I hung suspended, my face mashed in Jake's ass and my legs spread wide exposed to Adam and the crowd.

I finally passed out cold smothered in Jake's ass as he came to, shocked at the predicament we were in, realizing that he had been out while I got my ass kicked.  behind us, Adam was going way beyond the limits of any other match in our fed. He pulled the tail strap of my thong aside, pushing his first two fingers deep inside my ass, my cock throbbed in response, milking another string of precum to drool out of my aching cock.  My whole body shuddered on instinct as he bashed my prostate with his long thin fingers, pressing my nub over and over, milking my unconscious body for a jobber load.  Jake was also showing impressive wood reacting to my unintended teasing of warm breath against his ass, straining his red pouch to the limit.  "What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK?"  Jake kept yelling as Adam just continued finger drilling my ass, my limp body flopping between his piston pumping arm and Jake struggling in the ropes, jerking my head around as his ass flexed and moved. Realizing it was useless, Jake tried to submit the match but Adam just laughed, "You can't submit, I'm not even touching you, and besides, you've got the ropes."  Jake was furious realizing that there was no way he could technically end the match as Adam kept abusing my asshole and my face was trapped in Jake's ass with my head planted firmly in his muscled globe ass, I couldn't have submitted even if I wanted to.

Jake slapped the mat in frustration, "fuck man we submit! We Submit! Stop!"  Adam had added a third finger and was fucking my ass so hard Jake was feeling every thrust sending my head bumping against his tailbone.  The crowd was half laughing at us the humiliated jobbers and half turned on seeing this erotic domination, with the skinny underdog hardly breaking a sweat, which was mainly just from dragging my carcass around the ring.  Finally Jake and Adam felt my body shudder, and my cock blew my loser load leaking right through my mesh thong onto the mat.

Adam smiled big seeing my body hump in the air pumping out my load.  Deciding he had done enough, and claiming he was bored with the warm up session he untied my legs, pulling my face out of Jake's scissor.  He dragged me to ring center, my thong still pulled to one side, and flipped me over onto my back.  My cock was still tenting my thong and spitting more of my load through the thin mesh (this led to me being called Old Faithful for months).  Adam Bomb was hard by this point his cock pointing straight out like a missile caught in his white speedo.  He pushed his trunks down enough to let his throbbing monster free, a thick 8 inches that looked way too big to be on such a small body.  Adam flipped my legs over my head folding me up, turned his back to me straddling my upturned thighs, and pointing his thick cock straight down, slowly sat on my thighs, spearing my worked hole to the hilt.  My thighs quivered as he settled in, perched on me like so much raunchy furniture and held up his fingers, supported by the crowd as they yelled out ONE!  TWO! THREEEE! Signaling the official end of this two on one squash job.  Jake was frantically squirming trying to free himself and look back at what was happening, while Adam pumped his cock inside my upended ass a few more times before finally standing up, and making his way over to Jake who had barely managed to untie one foot.  He stood over Jake, stepping on his freed leg as he jerked himself off the rest of the way, blasting his victory cumshot up Jake's back and exiting the ring to hi fives from the crowd as he left the arena.

Jake was on his own getting himself free as everybody left with plenty of ribbing just making the whole situation worse.  Totally destroyed by a welterweight, without so much as throwing a single punch and now forced to care for ourselves as everybody watched.  I was still out like a light, my feet up by my head, body in after shocks.  He finally released himself and came over to me, carrying me back to the locker room that was thankfully empty by the time we got back there.  This was our worst loss to date, and to top it off I'd gotten fucked, milked and Jake cummed on, matches got risque at times, but had always been "Kid Safe" in the past.  This was well above and beyond that, and knowing Management there would be many more of these X rated matches for us in the future.

I finally came to when Jake turned on the shower in the locker room.  He was holding me up in front of him, his arm wrapped under my chest.  I looked back at him and I couldn't read his face for probably the first time since we'd become friends.  We were both silent for a long time, it wasn't anything new to shower together after matches (limited stalls at the arena), but this was different, this match had been worse than anything before.  I took a breath to say something but he spoke first, "I'm sorry...I really fucked this one up and you paid for it." He turned his head away and I felt his arm loosen.  I turned, still shaky on my feet but Jake steadied me, his eyes suddenly wide.  I don't know what I was thinking, or even if I was thinking but I just kissed Jake.  Right on the lips for a second before I realized what I had done and backed up, Jake stood there silent for a second, before pulling me back to him and kissing me back.  I let out a sigh as our mouths met. I felt Jake's still raging cock pressed against my hip, and looked down at it still straining against his tiny red pouch.  I quickly changed positions, holding his back to my chest letting the hot water wash over us as I reached down, pulling off the wet pouch.  Jake moaned out as I let the warm water pool in my hand cradling his thick cock and began stroking.  He clutched my arm gasping and moaning as I brought him to his full aching length, throbbing in my hand.  He turned his head back kissing me as he came, shooting high arcs splashing against the tile walls.

Jake turned kissing me, pinning me to the shower wall, planting both wrists above my head, holding them in one hand, he ripped my flimsy thong off, my cock getting hard again, finding it hard to believe that after all this time Jake had apparently wanted me too, this kind of astronomical luck just didn't happen to people.  Jake squirted a drop of the cold shower gel on my cock getting a shivering moan as he lathered my cock and balls, letting his fingers slide back under my ass but stopped just as he touched my hole, still sensitive from the fuck pin.  I winced slightly and Jake looked worried, "Is this...okay?"  I answered by grinding against his hand.  Jake fingerfucked me and kissed my throat.  I smiled as he pushed against my prostate sending a bolt of pleasure through me, "You know, this match sucked..mmm but this-ooooh, makes it not so bad."  Jake grinned as he sucked my earlobe, pressing his fingers deep, "Hmm, just imagine if we ever won a match."

So yeah, we might be the biggest pair of jobbers since the Armstrong brothers, but all things considered, it's not so bad.