Size Matters

My real name is Kevin, you might know me better by my ring name 'DJ K' then again maybe not, my wrestling career wasn't very long and I wasn't the most respected, being one of Alex's "boys" and all.  I wasn't the popular kid in school by any means, but I started to work out, was on the swim team and was finally getting noticed by girls at school and it felt pretty good.

I had always been fascinated by pro wrestlers and my senior year I felt confident enough with my body that I thought I had a good shot at trying out.  I confided in Alex, a friend and fellow wrestling fan my ambition to try out for a pro wrestling federation and I could see his eyes almost literally light up.  We had often watched wrestling together and I always thought it was weird that he seemed obsessed with a lot of the jobbers and frequent losers whenever we watched matches together. 

We were alone at his house when I told him my plan and he jumped up in his excitement, "That would be so cool!" he almost shouted.  "In the ring with all the big names and starring in PPVs! Awesome!".  I smiled seeing his enthusiasm "Yeah man, I just wish I knew where to start." Alex seemed lost in thought for a second "Well I have a friend that scouts talent out here, hardly the WWE but it's a start at least."  I was surprised that Alex knew anybody actually connected with real pro wrestling and I was immediately interested.  Alex was a shrimpy kid, pale and a shock of bright red hair on his head, the only thing that saved him from being a total bully victim was either me, or that the kid was a genious and could talk his way out of anything. 

So I finally asked him "How do you know this guy?" He smiled at me "I met him online in a wrestling message board, even had a match with him and kicked his ass." I couldn't help it and started laughing "You kicked a wrestler's ass? C'mon".  Alex's face changed, "what you don't think I could handle myself? I'll kick your ass in the ring too!"

I just shook my head "ok man whatever you say" I moved to stand up in front of him.  I was 6' lean defined torso and arms and legs that were cut to perfection.  I didn't have any real fighting experience but was confident that no way would I be taken down by all 5'5 of Alex.  "Look Alex the last thing I'm gonna do is fight you..." "you're right, you won't fight, you'll just get beat!" He growled and then the next thing I felt was an explosion of pain in my crotch.  I sank to my knees covering my injured groin.  I looked up at Alex in confusion just as his uppercut connected and all went black.

I woke up and immediately freaked out, my head still ringing.  I immediately realized I wasn't in my clothes, naked except for a shiny white satin bikini brief.  It was skintight and shoved my package up front and center like a waving white flag.  I immediately stood up and I had to admit the tight silky smooth briefs against my cock kind of turned me on.  I looked around for Alex "Alex! What the fuck man!" I heard movement at the other side of the room and realized I was in a wrestling ring and it was dark except for one spotlight over the ring.

"You want to be a wrestler, you should at least get some time actually in a ring you think?" Alex's voice didn't even sound the same.  "Alex come on man I told you I'm not gonna fight you!" Alex appeared in the ring, wearing bright red square cut shorts that almost perfectly matched his hair, also skintight and showing a bulge that was more than I ever would have thought would belong to Alex.  He popped his knuckles "and I told you, you won't be fighting, just getting your ass kicked." With that he swung at me , I caught his wrist and before I could try to reason with him his free hand slammed into my abs.  My stomach was pretty much fully relaxed allowing his fist to sink in deep.  I doubled over from the shot knocking all the air out of me and Alex wrapped his arm over my head and dropped cracking my face to the canvas.

My head was ringing I was short of breath and couldn't figure out what drugs were driving Alex out of his mind.  Before I could even collect my head, I felt a strong pull on my hair and my briefs getting yanked up my ass in a g string wedgie and Alex manhandled me finally shoving me headfirst into the nearest ringpost.  I fell on my knees still hanging between the turnbuckles, fighting to stay conscious as the ringing in my head just kept getting louder. A heavy boot CRACKED into my spine, then STOMPING into my back, over and over until I was a ragdoll flailing with each savage kick into my spine.  I felt a hand close over my bulge and squeeze pulling me to my feet and walking me backward hunched over in pain as the squeezing fist only pulled harder when i struggled.  as i moaned in pain i heard Alex laughing as he turned the crushing fist into a much gentler massage.  i felt my dick getting hard as he continued and started to freak "What the fuck man! I'm not a 'mo!" and tried to thrash free from his grip.

Alex dodged an elbow I sent back at him "A homo? This isn't about gay and straight Kevin."  He grabbed my hair and drilled my face into the canvas.  "This isn't even about sex!" I felt him snatching the flimsy white bikini off of me.  I had been naked in front of Alex countless times, but this was different, embarrassing.  I did my best to cover my body as he threw the trunks aside, he SLAPPED his hand against my balls and the scream that came out even scared me.  I didn't sound like myself at all, it was like an animal dying-as if I wasn't really here and watching some poor gazelle biting the dust on animal planet, completely out of my head.  "This is about Alpha Male Kevin, you taking what the Alpha decides to give you and loving every minute of it.  This is domination Kevin, at its most base, and primal state.  I felt his bulge against my back, hard and full, and getting bigger as he talked.  I heard the creak of the rubbery trunks he wore being stretched, and then a splitting pain...his cock...there was that scream again, and everything went black. ....

I woke up, still in the ring, and still naked and sweaty.  I moved a hand to my back, trying to nurse the sorest spots, only to feel something wet, my first thought was blood as I brought my hand back to look, only to see it was almost clear and sticky liquid on my fingers.  As I went to reach back again and get up to my knees I winced as a deep ache spread through my body and I couldn't bite back the groan of pain.  "Sorry I got carried away earlier."  Alex grinned in the corner, still naked, his cock hard and tight against his stomach. 

Still disoriented I manged to choke out "The fuck did you do?" Alex walked over to me, shoving me back down to the mat.  "I think we both know the answer to that question Kevin, you got bitched. Now come on, I have promoters for you to meet."  He pulled me back to my feet by my hair, and as I jerked to pull away from him, he hooked 2 fingers in my ass, setting off that ache in my body, and to my shock my cock grew as hard as Alex's was as he lead me away out of the ring, the heel-pimp to my jobber-bitch.

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.

Humiliation at its best (Submitted by Mark Cordon)

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