Traveling Trade Chapter 1.

In the 9 years that I have been an active "pro" wrestler, I spent 7 of them billed as a jobber in several different underground federations.  It's like promoters can smell it on you.  Maybe it's just your look, or your attitude in general or something else entirely.  But they just seem to know almost instantly what role the fans will want to see a new guy playing in the ring.
At first, fresh out of high school and pumped full of energy, a bright eyed muscle head teenager- I was a shoe in for the beefcake babyface fan favorite.  Everywhere we went with our small promotion the crowds (while often small) were ecstatic to see this new handsome face, built like a brickhouse geared up in simple solid color trunks and matching boots going by the name Atlas and destroying the ranks of paunchy wrestler wannabes and occasionally taking a challenge from a local tough guy and laying him to waste-always ready and willing to flex and pose for the fans.

Then the crowds along our tour routes began to get bored with the gimmick.  Personally I blame the likes of Brock Lesnar, Chris Masters, Bobby Lashley and so on.  People were tired of the big bodybuilder just tromping through the roster of wrestlers and never facing any kind of challenge.   After a few more weeks of traveling around and crowd reactions dwindling more and more with every new stop, and some of our regular venues outright booing me, management had enough.

They billed a fairly new guy as the mysterious martial artist called Onyx, I was thinking the whole gimmick was just been there done that but the first place we debuted him was just hypnotized by this guy, his entrance, ring gear the whole package just had them eating out of his palm.  He did his little promo "I'm the new badass in town blah blah blah" slapped around a local no name for 4 minutes and left the ring to thundering applause.  I had to give him credit, he was certainly acrobatic and knew his way around the ring and obviously no stranger to the gym, but I'll admit I was jealous that I was fast becoming the "dead weight" around the locker room and watching this guy eat up my newly lost superstardom.

After his well received debut,  Onyx was billed to meet Atlas, and naturally win in an effort to boost the new guys star power and relieve some of the repetition of my appearances-a chink in Superman's armor as it were.  I wasn't excited about it, used to being on top and getting the adoration, but I wasn't going to be that guy whining to management about match outcome, so I took it in stride.

On the night of our first match I came to my locker as usual, it was a familiar arena in Northern California that we had come to many times before, and they were one of the most anti-Atlas crowds we had encountered.  People barely even approached me at our promo events when we first got into town so I was feeling pretty down by the time I had to gear up for the show.  I opened my locker and slid on my boots, knee high black leather with silver laces and fairly thick soles.  They looked like a monster to walk around in but they were actually pretty comfortable.  I pulled out my trunks, expecting the usual solid glossy black trunks that complemented the boots I had choosen.  Instead of my trusty solid black briefs however, they looked like somebody had rolled them through a bucket of glitter.  Shiny silver embroidery spelled my name across the ass and a clusterfuck of glittering curlicues and swirls dotted my trunks all over the place.  I figured now that I would be getting my ass kicked they wanted me to look more flamboyant and ridiculous. I just shook my head and pulled the trunks on, noticing that they rode a little higher than usual in back-ignoring my new bikini-ish tailoring I headed out to the entry ramp.

M(asked) P(ro) W(restler)

This guy has been posting  videos of his fantasy pro matches for sometime now (when youtube isn't busy taking them down).  He was gone for a while but recently has started posting videos once again and I hope he has a long run sans youtube crying about his videos that are much more tame than many others; but we all know how youtube feels about the male body.

He is a frequent jobber in his posted matches and in the past he wore a wide selection of hot ring gear, including a few of his posted videos along with a link to his youtube profile, subscribe if you like what you see here.

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I love when they beg

I first fell in love with being a heel when I was a teen. A friend of mine and I were avid fans of pro wrestling. We often discussed our favorite stars and argued over who would beat who fantasy matches.

One day we were acting out a match wrestling in the backyard (a habit we never grew out of to this day) at one point I had him locked up in a reverse choke and body scissor combo with nowhere to go. My legs were crossed with my feet resting on his crotch as he writhed and thrashed against me. Feeling him helplessly struggling like this turned me on I admit but I wasn't going to be the one to say anything. Suddenly I felt something stir against my foot and we both froze. I shifted my foot and sure enough my friend was rockhard and his cock was throbbing against my foot.

I kept him locked in the combo hold and said the only word needed, "dude?". I heard him gasping from behind my back and a breathless "please...please don't" but his pleas were cut short by a low moan as my foot rubbed the iron pole in his baggy shorts. The thin jersey doing nothing to hide his erection at this point. I kept grinding my foot against his crotch, my own cock growing as his moans and begging grew more feverish. He sobbed as he got close almost crying as he asked me "please don't make me cum...please!" His body betrayed him, humping against my and hefoot even as I continued to tease him. I tightened my arm around his throat biting my lip in ecstasy as his moans choked off and he could only gasp and twitch as I kept stroking him.

I saw a small spot form on the light blue of his shorts and I couldn't believe it, I had him leaking in his shorts, in total control of him and he knew it. Offering no resistance as I continued stroking. His hands now just rubbing up and down my back no longer punching and clawing at me. Suddenly his back arched and he moaned out "I give! I give! You win!!" And I felt him shudder and I felt his load shooting in his thin shorts. I let him fall to the ground and as he caught his breath he panted " don't tell anybody fucker". I slid my hand down his body and cupped his balls firmly. That moan...so sexy. I leaned into him our lips an inch apart 'our not so little secret eh?" His eyes wide and locked with mine he slowly nodded. With a firm grip on his still hard cock squishing the load in his shorts around his twitching cock I stood him up. "Let's get you cleaned up, feels like a mess in there". He grinned and followed me into the house with a firm grip on his bulge.

End.

One Hit Wonder

After a long line of humiliating pins and k.o. finishes I was offered a bone by management. They said to attract a bigger crowd they wanted to feature boxing matches and they wanted me to face the first boxer they brought in. I thought this could be a nice change of pace and I was sure I would finally get a 1 in the wins column, I might get my ass kicked wrestling but going blow for blow would be a different story.

I wasn't familiar with erotic boxing so I felt a little silly at first in my ring gear. Bright yellow boxing gloves, a matching thong and white knee high boots with yellow laces. I ignored the feeling and worked to psych myself up, this guy probably hadn't been very successful in the boxing arenas so he had come to our fed looking to beat on a few wrestlers to get his rocks off. I would show him he wasn't going to have a cakewalk here like he thought.

I came out to the ring as the Gold Stinger as me boxing stage name and I couldn't believe the sight of the trained boxer they brought in. This kid was 5'7 and 110 soaking wet. He wore blue in contrast to my yellow and his arms looked about as threatening as styrofoam. I couldn't help cracking a smile watching him jump around pumping his fists at the crowd, and then turned to face me pounding his gloves together with a dark scowl. I rolled my neck still grinning as the ref made a mockery of asking for a good clean fight. We touched gloves and the bell rang. As I lifted my arms this punk slid in fast as lightning I looked down to see his blue glove come crashing into my face. The uppercut lifted me off my feet and I hit the canvas hard and out cold. My cock growing in the pouch of my thong as the ref counted me out. The Boxer jumped around my spreadeagle form before just to add insult to injury he grabbed my hands making me jerk myself in the boxing gloves. My cum load seeped out my thong and coated a good portion of the gloves. He slapped my hands away leaving me sprawled in the ring and cummed. At first silent in shock at probably the shortest boxing match ever seen, the crowd went wild and The Boxer was officially born. For a month matches between him and other wrestlers and 2 rematches against me. Each of my matches ending in a one hit knockout. Our third and final match took about 6 minutes. 6 minutes of me wildly swinging and humiliated as he easily dodged me all over the ring before he tired of the game and after a wild haymaker that swung wide he came in for that famous uppercut and left me sprawled in the middle of the ring counting sheep. To end our final match he decided to give a big ending. He crammed his cock in my mouth, facefucking me and with perfect timing as the ref lifted his arm his load blew soaking my face in his victory cumshot. Photos snapped of my face covered in his cum and my thong showing a huge throbbing tent.

Defeated Duo Final

Writhing in the full nelson all I managed to do was make Brimstone's cock that much harder against my ass.  He thrust his hips against me "You pretty jobbers always know what I like" he laughed menacingly in my ear and started walking me over to Rob who I could see was beginning to come around.  Fyre was standing to the side teasing Rob's exposed cockhead with his thumb and grinning as Rob came to and started to moan pathetically, trapped in the corner and helpless to resist anything Fyre did to him.  Brimstone stopped a few inches in front of Rob, putting our faces about an inch apart.  "Well go ahead, kiss your boyfriend" Fyre sneered as me and Rob locked eyes both showing the same look of a deer caught in an 18 wheeler's headlights.

Rob blew his hair out of his eyes " I'm no fag you sick bastard!" he shouted.  Fyre palmed Rob's twitching basket "Could have fooled me a sissy"  Brimstone roughly moved me closer to Rob "I think you two lovebirds should do what you're told." I could feel his cock pulsing against my back and I bit my lip dreading the fact that my cock was hard and savagely throbbing in my skimpy trunks.  Fyre motioned Brimstone to move back and he stepped in front of me, "You sure you don't want to give him a little kiss?" Fyre asked looking over his shoulder.  Rob was silent and just glared at Fyre.  He shrugged "Suit yourself" and BASHED his knee into my swollen basket.  I screamed and my body bucked forward but I was quickly jerked back up caught tight and helpless in the full nelson.  My legs felt like noodles and I could feel nausea rise up as the pain spread from my groin into my gut.  "I guess I will have to just occupy myself some other way, had my hopes up to see a little lip action and I get cranky when I don't get what I want."  Fyre said, the regret in his voice almost sounded genuine.  He turned facing Rob "You sure you won't change your mind?" he asked as his hand swung back SLAPPING my balls and getting another pained scream out of me.  My cock was starting to leak precum forced out by the savage hits my balls were taking.

Rob saw my face twisted in pain as Brimstone kept me upright and I could hear uncertainty in his voice as he said again "No, we're not making out just to get your rocks off you sick fuck!" Fyre looked shocked as he slapped my balls again, "I didn't say make out, did you say anything about making out Stone?" Brimstone just shook his head, Fyre looked back at Rob "Yeah, nobody said making out, just a simple-SLAP!-little-SLAP!-kiss-SLAP!" punctuating each word with a swift palm to my bulge.  My eyes were starting to water at this point and I was practically dead weight hanging in Brimstone's arms.  Fyre shrugged keeping this torture going "But I guess that's too much to ask for" and he dropped to one knee and shooting a quick jab to my basket.  I nearly blacked out sobbing "Please! Fuck please stop!" Fyre grabbed my chin and forced me to look him in the eye "It's all your little boyfriend's fault, he's too shy to smooch in public."


Rob thrashed against the ties binding him to the ropes "Asshole! Leave him alone!" he yelled out.  Fyre suddenly turned "Oh we've got a white knight!" Brimstone released the nelson and I dropped to the mat in a heap. Fyre dragged me up to Rob by my hair keeping a firm grip in my hair with one hand he gripped my balls with the other, tightening just enough to make the threat clear.  He licked a long line along my neck and whispered "Do you want me to stop?" Tears flowing at this point I whispered "Yes"  Fyre smiled at Rob, then whispered to me again "You want your boyfriend here to give you a kiss?"  I sobbed at this humiliation and finally whimpered a weak "Yes" when he tightened his grip on my balls.  Rob's eyes were wide and scared as Fyre looked back at him "Well?" I couldn't even look Rob in the eye, ashamed at the horny sobbing mess they had turned me into.

Rob hesitated to answer, so Fyre sighed "Have it your way then." I felt his grip start to tighten "No! No Please!" My eyes squeezed shut preparing for more ball torture when finally Rob shouted "ALRIGHT!" I was practically hyperventilating caught in Fyre's grip on my hair and bulge when he stopped and looked at Rob "Finally, progress!"  Fyre snatched my hair putting my face inches from Rob's again "Give him a kiss, tell him it's all gonna be okay prettyboy." My whole body was shaking as Rob shifted in the corner as best he could saying to me "It's gonna be okay, it'll be over soon"  reassuring himself as much as he was me.  Then he tilted his head and pressed his lips against mine.  I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a thrill go through me when our lips met for that brief second. Rob pulled back, our eyes locked when suddenly a charged bolt of pain shot through my body and my legs crumpled under me.  Brimstone stood behind me poised to take another full force football kick at my crotch.  Fyre was shaking his head "That was all I wanted at first, but then you made me argue with you and called me names, so I think I need to see a little more than that...." He reached between my legs pulling me up to shaky feet by my wrecked bulge.  He waited as we stood there locked eyes again, I heard Fyre huff and his grip on my balls tighten "I don't think I have to tell you this continues unless you-" He stopped talking seeing that Rob got the point and was kissing me like a starving lover.  Fyre and Brimstone laughed "look at these two pussybois, show us some tongue huh?" People yelled from the crowd, and I felt his tongue slide against mine.  I was so far beyond my endurance level in every way I just released, my body melted against Rob's and I couldn't hold a moan back as the kiss got more heated.  I felt my legs give out and I dropped to my knees, my head grabbed and shoved into Rob's large bulge, I noticed more of his cock had found its way out of his trunks.  I heard Brimstone growl behind me "Start sucking for your life bitch!"

I opened my mouth and started to suck on Rob's ample meat through the thin bikini trunks, and I felt the heat coming from him and felt it surge against my face.   Rob's head was thrown back and I just heard him groaning "Fuck" over and over.  I felt Brimstone's massive arms wrap around my head and throat squeezing and heard him whisper "Didn't think you'd actually do it, guess we're all learning about you 2 tonight huh?"  My body was beyond wrecked and it didn't take long for me to go under.  The last thing I saw was Fyre pulling down Rob's trunks before I was dropped to the mat out cold.  Fyre dragged Rob over to my crumpled body and gave him a swift gutshot, followed by a killing DDT that put Rob out for the third time this match.  They then stripped my trunks too and rolled Rob's naked body on top of mine in a 69 position stuffing our cocks in each others' mouth. Fyre and Brimstone both put a foot on Rob's ass for the three count and as an added bonus, the two outcold jobbers shot their loser loads.  The final snapshot of the match showing the two dominant heels flexing above us, and me and Rob out cold drooling cum as we were counted out.




Rob and I were kept on with the company, and traveled around to the different shows sometimes in solo matches but we were carded as a tag team most of the time.  We kept our straight public life and the erotic wrestling life separate for the most part. Because, it's not gay if it happens in the ring...at least that's what we tell ourselves.

Defeated Duo Part 2

Rob and I stepped out onto the ramp and we froze looking at the crowd.  Some were your typical American wrestling fan who looked like they came to see a few good matches and go home to the wife and kids but especially in the closest seats were more...unique people.  I saw guys in just skimpy speedo trunks and underwear and some decked out in pretty mean looking leather harnesses and outfits and all of them were jeering and booing us as we made our way to the ring.

I looked over at Rob and I could tell he was shocked too, starting to get a clearer idea that something was definitely wrong here we walked up to the ring shyly waving at the crowd, a far cry from the cocky entrance we had planned.  Both of us had the same problem with the trunks, immediately creeping up in a high wedgie exposing our butts to the crowd.  Rob was worse off his ass showing a bright tanline even more visible as our bodies were oiled under the harsh arena spotlights.

We slid under the ropes giving a high five and bumping shoulders as we assured each other the fans were just really intense and into the show.  We stood in the corner, deciding I would be first in.  Rob gave me a quick shoulder rub and clapped my back as we waited for the fed champs to show up.  Suddenly all the ring lights went out, replaced by a flood of blacklights and the announcer's voice growled over the loudspeaker, "And presenting, the reigning tag team champions,  DUAL DEMONS!"

Rob and I stood there looking around and seeing nobody enter from the opposite side of the arena, the crowd even went silent.  Then suddenly I heard a grunt behind me and as I turned hands grabbed my hair and trunks running me across the ring and BAM! my head banged into the corner post and I saw white flashes, my body slumped in the corner my head resting on the second turnbuckle dazed.  I backed away from the corner one hand holding my head and then that same mystery hand YANKED my head back and my face was crammed into an armpit before I could even react, before my vision was blocked by the armpit and squeezed under the massive arm I caught a glimpse of facepaint glowing in the blacklights that made their tagteam stage name a perfect fit.  It looked like I was fighting a glow in the dark version of Darth Maul.

My head squeezed in the dragon sleeper I couldn't see anything but I knew the crowd was going nuts.  I punched at the arm keeping my head crushed tight and could feel the rippling muscles that had me secure.  The bicep FLEXED crushing my skull and I got frantic, this was really hurting and I started to thrash and punch wildly hitting his arm and ribs frantically hoping he would understand he was going beyond the usual amount of staged pressure.  I heard the maniac laugh and finally my head was released and I saw that the regular ring lights had been turned on, taking down the creep factor of the face paint, but not making these two any less dangerous.  As I got dragged up to my feet by the wrestler with black facepaint (one was in black, the other in red I later learned Red was Fyre and Black was Brimstone) I took a groggy stumbling step before BAM I was clotheslined to the mat laid out spread eagle and completely dazed and out of my head.  I heard a thump and looked to my left, taking me a minute to understand that Rob had been dumped into the ring next to me and it looked like he'd been knocked out cold.

I looked wide eyed at Rob's out cold body as he was dragged up to a seating position by the beast in red and the one in black gave his face the mother of all bitchslaps, bringing him around with a low groan.  "Aw look, big balls is already crying" Brimstone sneered and SLAMMED his boot into Rob's huge package.  I felt myself cringe seeing the impact up close.  Rob screamed in a pitch about 3 octaves higher than any grown man should ever hit.  He feel to his side curling in a ball sobbing as he held his pained package.

I shook my head and started crawling towards the ropes "What the fuck? What the fuck man?!?"  just as I almost got out of the ropes Brimstone grabbed my skimpy trunks turning them into a thong as he pulled me back into the ring and lifted me up in a TIGHT bearhug crushing me against his abs he jerked me back and forth, up and down my whole body thrashing limply like a rag doll as he kept swinging me around.  I was totally unable to get any kind of steady balance my, my arms flailing around with every violent jerk and squeeze of his massive arms.

The constant friction and violent jerking all over sent a slight chill through me, and I could feel my cock getting hard and I knew the minute Brimstone felt it because he locked those creepy blacked out eyes with mine and he called back "We got a winner!" and the crowd went crazy.  I started to struggle and kick at him trying to break free but I could have been a gnat for all he seemed to react to my punches.  He set me to my feet and then a meaty punch slams to my throat and I fall back, my back slams over Fyre's knee, who immediately slapped his hand over my throat keeping me suspended in the OTK backbreaker.  My sudden hardon pulsing in my trunks for all the crowd to see.

My dick refused to go down no matter what, actually getting harder as Fyre kept torquing my back over his knee keeping me pained and helpless for the crowd to admire.  Then I felt Brimstone's press lightly against my package and start to stroke back and forth lightly.  I couldn't hold back the moan that was building, my cock now visibly throbbing in the skimpy blue wedgied bikini, the head of my rockhard cock battling that bright white star, about to turn it into a shooting comet.  My body kept quivering out of control as Brimstone kept teasing me with the sole of his wrestling boot.  Suddenly I remembered Rob and I writhed on Fyre's knee trying to look for him and get out of this horny tortured screwed up version of a wrestling match.  Fyre SLAMMED an elbow into my abs and pressed me back over his knee "Sit still bitchboy your boyfriend's fine."  My legs quivered as Brimstone's boot pressed into me a little harder "What kind of sick fuckin match is this!" Fyre just grinned at me "You didn't read the ad did you?" and started laughing when my eyes got wide.  I jerked my head back and saw Rob tied in the ropes by his own wristtape, his head was slumped down and his cock was rockhard and peeking above his trunks, nothing else moved.

Fyre jerked me up to my feet and shoved me to Brimstone, who slapped me hard enough I turned fully around, and locked in a full nelson.  His taller and much bigger frame caused me to lift up my boots not even touching the mat fully suspended in his full nelson. Fyre slid up in front of me and gripped my fast swelling pouch as something inside me had flipped over.  I was turned on and I didn't care that it was 3 other guys in the ring with me.  This domination and abuse from these 2 had me in a place like I had never been in before.  I had never considered wrestling even slightly erotic but this was...a different planet completely.  Fyre started stroking my cock through my trunks making it even harder to breathe as Brimstone tightened the full nelson.  Brimstone put his lips to my ear, his hot breath against my neck and Fyre stroking me was going to be too much....I moaned as Brimstone started to talk and he sharply bit my neck "As I said, it's where the MEN wrestle boy!"  Brimstone shifted his weight swinging me in the full nelson and I could feel he was hard too, almost bursting out of the long black tights he wore.

Fyre backed away from me letting the crowd see his hand working my iron rod bulge now and another cheer came from the crowd and I could see a bunch of the guys palming their own baskets.  Suddenly fear and lust started to battle out.  I started to whimper in the full nelson partly because I was starting to succumb and my body was going limp and because I didn't want to imagine what would happen here if me and Rob were both knocked out...

Defeated Duo Part 1

So I'd like to just start this out with an introduction.  My name is Jacob, no last name for you to worry about, just Jacob for now.  I'm a professional wrestler, scratch that, I'm a professional punching bag that at one time had dreams of being a professional wrestler.  I won't go into all the details of how I got myself into this position but suffice it to say that the world wasn't as nice as I had dreamed it would be after high school.  I answered a few ads from different wrestling feds looking for "local talent" as filler during a show and I was hooked.  It wasn't making me rich by any means but it sure was nice to have food in the fridge and the lights on all month.  The actual matches I was featured in usually took less time than filling out all the legal paperwork; so all in all, a pretty sweet deal.

Sure, I was a 19 yr old no name and got my ass handed to me but nobody I knew ever saw me and it wasn't all that demanding.  Flop around in mock pain and take a few "finishers" from one of their stars and I went home with rent paid and a little money to play with besides.  However all good things must come to an end and one day I answered an ad for wrestlers no experience necessary interested in Ero-League, "Where the MEN wrestle" the online ad said.  As soon as I saw "$750 base w/ contract opportuinites" I stopped reading anything else and called the number like an idiot.

After assuring the man on the line that I had experience with pro wrestling and all the medical release business I couldn't wait to show up to the venue, determined that I was going to show this company that I was the real deal.  I had ambition, and heart and more star potential then their fans could handle. I showed up in plain clothes most of my ring gear collection in a duffel bag and a shit eating grin flashing my freshly whitened teeth like a bright neon sign blasting "Fresh Meat".  I got to the registration counter, a little puzzled that there were only 4 other people there waiting and the man behind the counter gave me a strange look when I walked up with my bag.  After business was out of the way I was ready for the fun.  I was told to head to the locker rooms and given my key to number 117.     

I went into the locker room and didn't really take much notice to the other guys in the room changing and talking, which would have given me more warning to what I had signed up to do tonight.  My excitement at getting a contract was making me completely stupid and I was ignoring everything my trainer had told me about what to look out for when trying out for different companies (unless of course, you found something you were into).  I got to my locker, my heart racing and barely able to keep hold of my key as I opened the door. Looking inside I saw why my bag was getting funny looks in the front room, my locker had gear already set out for me.  Which wasn't anything new I had gone in for several companies that had gear chosen for me so I just tossed my bag in and began to change.

Starting to notice a lot of the guys walking through the locker room in and out of the shower stalls and I could feel eyes on me almost the whole time I was stripping down.  First time I had ever felt uncomfortable in a locker room before.  Being into professional wrestling since my voice started cracking I had been around plenty of gay athletes so I knew that wasn't the issue but I felt...targeted or maybe vulnerable is a better word.  Whatever it was I didn't like it and just wanted to finish changing and not draw a bunch of attention to myself.  I pulled on the trunks that were left for me, not realizing how small and high cut they were folded up in the locker.  They were electric blue bikini style hardly covering my ass and the front pretty much covered nothing but my package.  Two yellow lightning bolts decorated the waist striking down toward my crotch, which boasted a stark white star on my bulge.  I quickly adjusted myself in the tight trunks "Well they sure aren't subtle around here" I said to myself and then heard somebody laugh behind me. 

I started to make my way out of the locker room intent on looking around the building as I had never been to this place before and it was actually a nice location for a small time fed like this one.  As I was exiting the locker room a short really thin guy with washed out blonde hair holding a clipboard approaches me "You're Jacob right?" I nodded, "Please come with me" and he turned on his heel and started walking without another word.  I stared after him for a minute, then finally started to follow, taking a moment to pick out the wedgie that was forming in my already revealing trunks.  As we walked down a hallway I saw another guy following a similar looking redhead, also with a clipboard enter a doorway.  He was wearing the polar opposite of my trunks, same yellow lightning bolts, but his trunks were white with a blue star that perfectly contrasted my own.  The short man led me to the same doorway saying "Mr. Tripp will be with you soon"  he gave me a quick smile and left me on my own in the doorway.

"Well okay..." I said to myself and stepped into the surprisingly plush office.  The other guy I had seen in the contrasting trunks was sitting on one of the overstuffed beige couches, his legs wide and I couldn't help but notice the huge mound between his legs.  Now I have never had any complaints about my own endowment and even been envied by plenty of guys, but the man sitting in front of me looked like he was carrying an avocado or two in his trunks and was accentuated by that bright blue star stretched over his ample package.  I managed to quickly shake my head and cover up my momentary hypnosis and looked the rest of him over.  He looked to be around my height, a little darker complexion, slightly slanted green eyes and wavy jet black hair, his exotic look another image contrast to my All-American blonde/blue combo.

He leaned forward a little bit, gesturing at the office "You have any clue what this is about?" I shrugged, in the back of my mind trying to place his accent, "Don't know what's up now, I just came here to get a check you know?"  He laughed a little and nodded he stood up and offered his hand "I'm Rob" just after I introduced myself as we shook hands, a brick wall of a man decked out in a 3 piece navy blue suit came in the room.  Laughing as he entered he gestured at two chairs in front of his desk "Please no need to stand on my account, have a seat."  He had a thick southern accent, I guessed from Mississippi or Alabama.  I locked eyes with
Rob and we both slowly sat in the offered chairs.

Mr. Tripp shook hands with us both and looked over a sheet of paper on his desk then looked at us both, licking his lips in a way I'm not sure I liked.  "We're going to do something just a little different with you two at the event tonight.  We're going to send you out as a tag team.  I've got a pair of boys that has been taking the crowd by storm and this is the perfect time to boost their image a bit more.  Now looking over you two, you have similar build and athletic background so we decided we would pair you two up for this number, so what do you say?"  Rob and I looked at each other for a second, Rob looked back at Mr. Tripp "Well that's fine with me but..." Tripp interrupted "Oh don't worry about the little details, I've heard plenty about you two through the grapevine, you're good workers and you both clearly know your way around the ring, so you surely aren't worried about a little tag match are you?"  I shook my head "No, not worried but we only just met tonight and it doesn't-" he interrupted again dismissing my comment "Oh blah, my boys will take good care of you and you'll each get plenty of ring time I assure you, and you boys make a good show and we might just keep you around for awhile"  He winked at us with that and stood shaking our hands "I enjoyed this chat boys and have a good show tonight, we've got a couple hours before the crowd shows up so feel free to look around the facility and make yourself comfortable."  He walked out flashing us a 1000 watt smile and we were alone again in the office.

We sat there in silence for a while and then Rob turned to me "Does anything about this seem weird to you at all?"  I looked at him shaking my head "No, I used to go in with a buddy when they wanted a tag team every now and then."  Rob scratched his head "Exactly, somebody you knew, this is the first I've been paired up with a stranger like this"  I shrugged, "Who cares anyway, it's not like we have any trademark moves to train, and you heard him we might even get a contract signed!"  my pupils could have been huge stars my head was so far in the clouds.  Lost in visions of finally being a real pro wrestler.

Later that night after exploring the arena and getting a feel for the place, we were in the wings waiting to hear our names called (Starstruck was the name of our tag team, not the coolest in the world, but what can you do) we were stretching and getting ourselves warmed up as we waited, the noises of the people in the seats was getting me excited, that and I couldn't help but eyeing Rob's massive bulge as it swayed and twitched with his every movement, which confused me to no end.  I had never had any kind of thoughts about a guy like this but ever since this odd night started I could feel something different, and now I found myself wondering what Rob's bulge would feel like in my hand.  Rob started bouncing on his toes, that packet bouncing in time and slapping against his thighs, I had to turn my head.  Rolling my neck shoulders to play off my sudden movement.  What the hell was wrong with me?  Finally I hear a voice on loudspeakers "We have a couple of local boys saying they can take down our reigning champs! What do you say to that gents?"  a resounding boo shot through the arena.  "Well we should at least see what they have to offer eh? in the blue and white we have STAAARSTRUCK!"  Rob and I parted the thick curtain and stepped out onto the short ramp that led to the ring and we froze...

Humiliation at its best (Submitted by Mark Cordon)

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