The Terror Twins were two brothers who were accompanied by their leather daddy trainer. They had actually been banned from several feds after severely injuring wrestlers all over the country as well as gaining a reputation for overtly sexual conduct both in the ring and in the locker room. When Management decided to open their Wrestlerotica Studios with our match against Adam Bomb they had begun searching for the most sadistic horny heels around who were more than eager to dick slap a few jobbers around. We hadn't met the twins yet but Management had put them against another brother tag team. They were Brandon and Robert Strukk, together they were StarStrukk. The two were 6' tall, perpetually tan with golden wheat colored hair and eyes like sapphires. To look at them you would assume they were twins as well but Brandon was two years older. We had seen StarStrukk after facing the Twins, the two blond models were out cold, practically white washed in cum and Brandon was in a fit of muscle spasms.
When Kurt called us in his office for our new gear and told us we were facing the twins, Jake practically spit on Kurt's desk. "Come on, seriously? they just fucked up Brandon and Rob not even a week ago, what happened to the schedule?" Kurt snorted, "Management says fuck the schedule, you wanna write up a grievance?" Kurt raised an eyebrow dripping in sarcasm. I sighed, "Fuck off Kurt just give us our fucking trunks, what the hell are we wearing for this one?" It was rare we got to wear our default ring gear anymore, Wrestlerotica was getting match requests like crazy.
We snatched our gear from Kurt's hand, it was two pair of glossy "shorts" that would have made Daisy
Duke blush. They unzipped on the sides and were in our traditional colors, Jake's red and mine purple. When we slid the trunks on to break in the rubbery trunks it ended the debate we'd been having, I definitely had the bigger ass. Jake's trunks let a considerable amount of cheek show, bubbling from the constricted leg holes; but mine was really just a conservative thong, scrunched up above my ass in a shiny bundle of purple skintight wedgie. Duke came by the next night as we warmed up getting ready to approach the ring. He snuck up behind us and groped both our asses, making us both moan out in shock...and some pleasure, Duke's constant ribbing seemed to hone his skill at finding my hole or pressing my taint just right even in quick passing. "Heh heh Twins are gonna fuck you bitches crosseyed hahaha." "You're a fuckin dick Masters!" I yelled out as he walked off laughing. I wasn't sure what Duke even did anymore, I couldn't remember the last time he'd been in the ring and it seemed he just hung around the lockers to talk shit and generally make me miserable. 
I heard from the front "...Gorgeous Gomez and Hot Shot Harris!" We jogged out to the ramp and immediately became our ring personas; Jake jumping and flipping all over the place while I preened for the crowd and smoothing oil over my body, I even posed for a selfie with a group of twinks ringside. Jake shocked me when we got to the ring apron, usually we climbed up, vaulted over on either side and posed standing on the turnbuckles. This time as I climbed up he grabbed the front of my trunks and pulled me into a deep kiss, gripping a tight fistful of my hair as the crowd practically roared. Our relationship was known in the locker room, wasn't much of a secret after Jack Twister had caught Jake sucking my neck one night in the showers. But we had never made anything apparent about our relationship to the fans, not counting the times we were forced to kiss or suck each other's cocks by a sadistic heel.
Jake let go of my hair and winked at me before flipping back over the ropes. I blinked for a second still shocked and willed my growing erection to calm down before stepping over the ropes. Jake walked up to me with an exaggerated swagger thrusting his hips at me. Finally wrapped an arm around my waist, pressing his fingers deep in my barely covered ass crack kissing me hard enough to make me moan in his mouth. He swatted my ass as we broke the kiss and the Twins heavy metal entrance music started.
The Twins were both nicely built and defined with lightly furry chests, and thick wavy reddish brown hair. Named Flog and Flail the only difference in their appearance was different facial hair. Flog had a goatee and Flail had long sideburns shaved to a point. Their "trainer" was basically a taller version of the Terror Twins with a thick full beard. All three were in leather chest holsters, The twins in black leather chaps and thongs, Flog's was traditional and Flail's a studded g-string. They approached the ring, the Twins scowling at the two brightly colored jobbers in the ring, while their trainer, Bruce, smiled at us, and I found that more disturbing than the matching scowls.
Bruce twisted a nipple on each twin, making their eyes roll back showing white, Flail actually stumbled back before Bruce released them and swatted their asses motioning to get in the ring. The Twins stepped up on the apron and Flail got in first. We turned around back to our corner and instantly the bell rang and I felt a boot SLAM into my back. Bruce pulled Jake out of the ring and gave him a hard backhand across the jaw that dropped Jake on his ass. Jake was slowly getting up as Flail grabbed my hair from behind and walked me back to the center of the ring. Flail stuffed my face in his armpit and showed off his namesake swinging his arm fully extended smacking his softball sized fist into my abs over and over and over. Caving in my ab wall, raising bruises as I jerked and twitched, my back arched over Flail's knee.
It was getting hard to breathe as Flail just went to town on my gut with my face smothering in his pit. Flail finally shoved me off his leg to collapse in a heap on the mat sobbing for air. Flail just rolled his eyes and in his thick Australian accent scoffs "Bored" and yanking my already wedgied leather trunks hard he tossed me like so much garbage at my corner curled up at Jake's feet. Flail waved his arms "Come on then Red, your turn." Jake looked down at me nursing my welted abs and growled "Son of a bitch!" and hopped over the ropes charging Flail wildly. Flail easily ducked his telegraphed tackle, quickly sidestepping and shoving Jake into the opposite turnbuckles. In the enemy corner Flog wasted no time hooking Jake's neck over the bottom rope and mashing his face into the ring apron. Jake thrashed helplessly until Flail pulled him off the rope by the hair standing Jake up on shaky feet. I was sure Flail was trying to kill Jake when he grabbed the back of his head and ran them to the ropes hopping over the top rope, SMASHING Jake's neck over the top rope, sending him flying back into the ring thrashing on the mat gasping for ragged breaths.
By the time Jake could think clearly enough to crawl to our corner Flail had tagged Flog in and Flog dragged Jake back to the center of the ring. Wedging Jake's trunks up into a thong Flog yanked him to his feet, snapping on a lightning quick full nelson that had Jake's feet barely grazing the mat. As Flog cranked Jake's neck in the nelson pain warped his face as he grunted for air. Flog started high stepping behind Jake smashing his knees into Jake's ass and back as he pranced him around the ring. Jake's body swung violently with every knee into his ass and I could see his face darkening as his fight for breath became more hopeless.
When his flailing arms slowed and started to droop Flog walked him over to our corner and in one smooth motion dropped Jake's groggy carcass and slapped me across the face. Flog's hand was huge and covered the entire left side of my face, the bitchslap nearly knocked me senseless, dropping me to a knee only staying on the apron because of my grip on the top rope. I moved to reach between the ropes but Flog yanked Jake out of reach tossing him bodily to the center of the ring. He looked back at me grinning "tough luck, no tag mate." He winked at me before turning around and sending a savage kick to Jake's stomach, Jake curled up in the fetal position at Flog's feet, his face pressed into the canvas. I started pacing on the apron, pissed and wanting payback for that slap and the cheap shot Flog took at Jake.
I winced and started slapping the top turnbuckle in our corner shouting Jake's name for him to get up as Flog started stomping his head and kicking him in the back. When it looked like Flog was going to just stomp Jake until he was unconscious, Jake pulled a sudden burst of energy out of nowhere and turned grabbing Flog's boot. He shoved up and back, sending Flog falling back into Flail, knocking him off the edge of the ring. I jumped up standing on the bottom rope leaning in for the tag "Yes! Jake! Tag! Tag me!"
The shitty part about this whole erotic wrestling fed was that considering the intended nature of these matches and the fact that they were expected to feature all manner of molestation and normally illegal tactics, was that there really wasn't a place for a referee to manage the action in any sense. I was so focused on Jake and reaching in for the tag as he scrambled to reach me, that I didn't see that Bruce had made his way around to our side of the ring and had been standing behind me leaning against the crowd barrier for some time. Just as Jake's hand was coming down for the tag, my trunks were yanked from behind and I fell from the ring apron, falling hard on the floor, my head missing the foam mats surrounding the ring, hitting the cement floor with a dull thud.
I lifted my head dazed just in time to see Flail palm Jake's face, hooking his fingers in his nostrils and pulling him away from our corner. Before I could react further, my abs exploded in pain like I had never felt before. I have been suplexed onto folding chairs, irish whipped into unpadded kneecaps, and folded over metal guard rails, these were nothing compared to the paralyzing pain from Bruce's diving punch to my stomach. I tried to breathe, but expanding my abs sent shredding agony through my whole torso and I could only take short shallow gulps of air and fight not to burst into tears with every breath. If there was such a thing as getting punched in your soul, this would be it. I was totally incapacitated and seeing the grin on Bruce's face as he looked down at me, I knew that this match wasn't going to be about winning or losing, merely surviving this would be a victory.
Bruce looked back at the ring, then kneeled down next to me. He SLAMMED his hand to my abs in a deep claw. All concern with image was gone, I screamed like a tortured animal as his thick fingers dug in, gripping the wall of muscle in his palm and squeezing until I was sure he wouldn't stop until he punctured an organ. He squeezed my busted abs harder and harder until my screams died off, my whole body caught in tremors of shock, in too much agony and too short of breath to scream anymore as he doubled his effort to pull the muscle out through my skin. Bruce leaned in, his voice raspy, "You're a shitty team mate aren't you? Pretty sure you're boy could use some help in there eh?" I could only give a choked gurgle in response as I pitifully pulled at Bruce's forearm, which was thick enough to take both of my hands to completely circle it. Bruce laughed and pulled me up by my hair, finally releasing his grip on my abs, leaving 5 distinct dark spots where his fingers had torn into me; I knew they would be horrible bruises the next day.
Bruce turned me toward the ring and shoved me, sneding me running toward the apron, too fast to stop I braced myself for the burst of pain that was coming when I hit the apron. Just before I made contact, I felt my trunks yanked again, wedging even higher up my ass they acted like a slinsgshot that pulled me back and WHAM, my lower back hit Bruce's waiting fist. I naturally arched back, which sent more bolts of white hot pain through my gut. I fell to my knees once Bruce released my trunks with a stinging snap on my ass, in a total haze of pain. Bruce laughed richly as he started slapping the back of my head "I was just fooling, but really now, pretty sure Red Hot could use a hand. He pulled me to my feet by my trunks, and shoved me back to the ring, this time letting me hit the apron at full speed.
I felt the tears starting as I dragged myself up on the apron, every breath was torture and I didn't even have the presence of mind to fix the obscene wedgied trunks which were now all but invisible between my ass cheeks. Jake wasn't doing any better than I was. I had no idea what had gone on while Bruce destroyed my abs at ringside, but Jake's trunks were pulled down in back baring his meaty ass, and he showed an obvious hardon stretching his tiny trunks, which didn't match the glazed expression on his face. I stood in our corner and watched helplessly as the Terror Twins went to town. After tagging each other in back and forth taking turns punching, slapping, clawing and fondling Jake in their corner, they both entered the ring for a blatant double team, disregarding the honor system of a tag match and going for a blatant double team. Flog pulled Jake out of the corner by his tented bulge, then stepped behind him and started to cup and massage Jake's full pecs which I noticed were practically neon red with two diamond point nipples. Flog then dug a vicious claw into Jake's pec meat, ripping pleading moans out of my lover and tag partner as Flog growled, flexing his boulder sized arms lifting Jake's feet off the mat by the pec claw.
As Flog held Jake suspended in the pec claw, Flail dropped to his knees and started punching Jake's swollen bulge like a speedbag, sending the pendulous basket swinging with each sharp quick punch. Jake was openly crying now, struggling to lift his legs to protect his manhood, only to get the fingers twisting even deeper under his pec shelf until his legs dropped and the pouch punches continued. I had enough, if they could both be in the ring, then so could we. I stepped through the ropes and charged at Flail, the two preoccupied with torturing Jake and didn't see me coming until I swung both fists out slamming both sides of Flail's head. Flail fell to the side and I reached down, and yanked Flail's g string scrubbing the thin strap between his cheeks. I started punching Flail between his shoulder blades and I saw Jake kicking back at Flog's legs struggling to escape the suspended pec claw. our rally was short lived though, Flog flexed one more time lifting Jake even higher and then dropped to one knee, SLAMMING Jake's uncovered ass over his knee sending a shockwave right up Jake's spine. Flail hunched down as I landed a punch to the back of his neck, and pushed himself back and up, effectively smashing his body weight into my destroyed ab wall which sent me backpedaling doubled over.
Flail stood and turned to face me, and it was even more humiliating that he looked genuinely confused that we had even attempted to fight back. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked and actually stood there as if waiting for an answer. Jake was thrashing in Flog's grip in their tag corner; Flog had a grip on the back of Jake's trunks, now wedgied nearly as bad as mine, and was running Jake's face back and forth over the top rope. Flail still stood there, as if waiting for a naughty child to explain himself. My lip curled in rage and I charged Flail, raising my arm out to the side for a clothesline. Flail rolled his eyes and sidestepped, catching my outstretched arm in one fluid movement . His right hand caught me at the elbow, and his left palm hit the back of my shoulder joint, painfully locking my arm and stopping me in my tracks.
Flail pushed his hand harder into my shoulder making me stand on tiptoe before sinking to my knees as Flail kept his hand pressed into my shoulder threatening to pop it out of socket with a growl and increasing pressure with every attempt to pull out of his grip. Flail bore down o my shoulder until I knew he was seconds away from popping it out of socket, Jake was folded over the ring post, his arms held by Bruce outside of the ring as Flog yanked his trunks even farther up his upturned ass and spanking the hell out of him. Every loud echoing slap against his cheeks echoed in the arena and the crowd started the Ric Flair "WOOO" with every strike on Jake's ass and thighs that were already showing welts. Jake's screams rose in pitch as Flog used one hand to form a claw on Jake's balls and taint, the other continued slapping his thighs and ass, each slap sending ripples through his muscular legs.
I looked back up at Flail who just pushed harder at my shoulder, and I knew the breaking point had come, "I submit! I submit!" I screamed out, more than ready to take Jake home and lick our wounds. Flail backhanded me hard, "Shut the fuck up, you're not even the legal man, he winked and nodded his head toward Flog and Jake, who was now hanging limp over the ring post, the only movement from the savage slaps against his thighs. Flail released my arm letting it fall limp to my side, "C'mon Flog I'm bored already, and listening to these blubbering bitches is giving me a headache." Flail stood in front of me, and I noticed his g string pouch was now a full tent stretched to the max and when he said headache, he flexed his hard cock in my face, the tip of his boner bouncing on my nose.
I heard a loud moan come from Jake, Flog had pulled Jake's trunks back down and now had his thumb planted in Jake's asshole rolling it in circles. "So plug him up then Flail, act like you've dealt with a mouthy bitch before." Flog twitched his thumb getting another sobbing moan out of Jake. Flail slapped me hard across the face again before pulling his throbbing member out of the g string. Before I could even protest Flail's cock was stuffed down my throat. With a firm grip on my hair Flail started fucking my face at a furious speed, his pelvis smacking me hard in the face with every thrust. I started to choke nearly gagging everytime his cock jabbed my throat which seemed to only turn Flail on even more. His cock started to twitch and my eyes watered as Flail's cock smacked at the walls of my throat. I didn't have any choice but to swallow as Flail threw his head back and blasted his load down my throat. I had barely taken a breath after Flail drew his cock out of my mouth, drops of his load clinging to my lips before Flail smashed a boot to my chest knocking me back hard. My head slammed the mat and I was all but out cold, my throat sore and burning with every cough that rattled my whole body.
I turned my head and saw Jake getting dragged from the corner by his hair. He was dishrag limp, his eyes glazed over and unfocused. Despite the pain he was obviously feeling, Jake's cock had grown rock hard and stuck out over his wrenched trunks, drooling precum streaking the mat as Flog dragged him to the center of the ring. Flog finally dropped Jake's head with a dull thump and soccer kicked him in the ribs flipping Jake's limp carcass onto his back. Jake's cock throbbed and strained against the last bit of his trunks that still held his cock down.
"I think this one likes getting his ass kicked, just look at that." Flog laughed as he gas pedaled Jake's balls. Jake could only twitch and groan squirming under Flog's boot. "You like getting your ass kicked don't you bitch?"Jake moaned shaking his head back and forth. "No? That's the wrong answer bitch boy!" Flog STOMPED Jake's cock getting a strangled scream out of Jake. Flog walked around to Jake's head, plopping his thonged ass down flush over Jake's face, wiggling hi ass as Jake weakly flailed under him. I clenched my teeth and started to pull myself up with the ropes, but Flail caught me, pulling my arm up by the wrist and started shooting rapid punches into my chest and abs, I was quickly out of breath and every punch was like an explosion in my torso. After what felt like 100 solid punches to my core I was raggedly gasping, unable to even beg him to stop. Flail dropped my arm letting me melt to the mat arms crossed over my abs. I couldn't even crawl toward Jake as Flog continued to smother him in his ass.
Flog put a hand to his chin as if he was thinking very hard, something I doubt he did often. "I can't remember Flail, is it a 10 count pin?" Flail kicked me in the head making my vision blurry as he answered back laughing, "I thought it was 30?" Flog laughed deep and loud at that and looked back at the top of Jake's head, wiggling his ass again over Jake's face. "What do you think Bitch boy? 10 or 30?" Flog flexed his ass clamping it on Jake's face , Jake gave one last time his chest flaring in a desperate pull for air before he collapsed back to the mat, his arms flopped lifeless to the mat, finally his twitching cock was the only movement. "Pussy, he's already out cold" Flog clicked his tongue and slapped Jake's aching cock, "and here I was gonna let you cum too."
Flog and Flail left us in the ring, Jake out cold spreadeagle on the mat his cock finally free of his trunks leaking precum in a steady sticky stream his abs spasming. I crawled over to Jake making a sad attempt to wake him up. Jake could barely open his eyes and moan before they rolled back in his head. I finally dragged Jake to the ring apron and he came around enough to hook an arm over my shoulders, even if staying on his feet was a different story. In lieu of going to the lockers and facing Duke, I half carried half dragged Jake straight to my car, somehow managing to tuck him back in his trunks.
I helped Jake sit down and lie back on the bed. He moaned as I straddled his legs, our bulges brushing together. I leaned forward and lightly kissed Jake's lips and whispered "Turn over." Jake gave weak grin before wincing as he turned over. I rubbed my hands over Jake's back, my cock growing as Jake moaned under my massage. I kissed the back of his neck, slowly making my way down his spine. My hands reached Jake's ass and I hooked my fingers in his trunks pulling them down. Jake gave a brief pained cry as he raised his hips. I instantly froze not wanting to aggravate any injuries. Jake sighed as he lowered his hips back down, "don't stop."
I finished pulling Jake's trunks down, kissing the top of his ass, tracing Jake's bright thong tanline with my tongue down between his cheeks. Jake raised his hips again and gave a breathy moan as I covered his hole in kisses, letting the tip of my tongue brush his ring. Jake humped into the mattress his moans getting louder as I pushed my tongue even harder against his entrance, driving him to the edge and finally letting him release the buildup from Flog's erotic torture. Jake sobbed as he arched up again pushing back as I tonguefucked him, my fingers massaging slow circles on his taint and gently rolling his churning balls. Jake came with a sobbing whimper as he shot his load grinding against the bed. I kissed my way back up Jake's back as I crawled back up on the bed beside him. Jake curled up on reflex as the small spoon, pulling my arm over his chest. Jake moaned low in his throat as I kissed his ear before lying on my side behind him. Jake pushed himself back settling in flush against my chest. My hard cock nestled between his ass cheeks, Jake flexed his ass around my cock making my breath catch in my throat. Jake reached his hand back rubbing my leg as he milked my cock with his powerful glutes. I couldn't even move, clutching Jake's pec as he worked my cock in his ass crack. I sucked Jake's earlobe as I came blasting a hot rope up his back. No sooner did I come down from the high of orgasm than we both felt our eyes getting heavy. I tightened my arm around Jake's chest as we fell asleep, happy that we had time to recover from our latest match.
