Ode to Submission

He owned me, I knew it, he knew it.  The struggle at this point was really just for show. More for the audience and my own pointless sense of pride.  Going down without a fight was doubly humiliating with a room full of witnesses. His bicep was like a baseball mashed against my throat.

 Every flex of his arm restricting my air flow even more.  I dutifully made all the noises choking and sputtering, tugging at his arms and punching at him fighting the inevitable. My face turning red, the pouch in my trunks swelling as my ears start to ring.  I know the end is near.

He reaches his free hand down, putting the cherry on top choking me out with one arm.  His hand squeezes my growing bulge, massaging my, or rather his manhood. Squeezing his property nestled in my highcut bikini trunks.  A gasping choked moan escapes my constricted throat as he coaxes me further.  A race now to see which will take me first, the classic battle between orgasm and unconsciousness.   My eyes start to flutter as my organ fills out, taking away what little blood was still reaching my head.

My hands manage one last weak flail before falling limply to the mat.  My eyes roll back fluttering.  My defeat documented and witnessed.  The world goes black as my manhood erupts.   Put out cold and milked like a muscle bull that has discovered his hefty balls were in fact udders.  My cum smeared and seeping through my trunks, giving a soaked glaring declaration of who man and bitch were in the ring.   Carted off my back arched over my conqueror's shoulder like so much meat, destiny unknown backstage at the mercy of my new Master.  The crowd's sight zeroes in on the still semi erect tent in my cum smeared trunks.  Destroying any chance of denying that I was helpless and brought to humiliating orgasm in a crushing one sided beating that barely passed for a wrestling match. The last the crowd saw before the slam of the locker room door was my rag of poser trunks slapping the entry ramp, my discarded panties cementing to the walkway.

I was barely coming to, naked and bent over his shoulder, one look stopped any attempted interference.  I felt water hitting me and I realized he had carried me to the showers.  Before I could fully react pain exploded in my lower back and I was over his knee, looking up at his face.  He pushed my chin back, slid his free hand down my wet abs, getting a shiver as his palm brushed my sensitive organ, pushing my thigh down as well, arching my whole body in agony as pressure threatened to permanently damage my spine.  The fear he had put in the locker room kept anyone from looking in as I screamed; in further pain after the humiliating squash job in the ring.

Suddenly the pressure lessened on my chin and leg, and I moaned as the burn in my back sank into a harsh throb.  Then his hand slid between my thighs, stroking my balls that were starting to tingle feeling him taking liberty with my body, proving that he owned me body and mind when I didn't even protest; not that I could fight him off even if I wanted to, he'd already proven the better fighter. 

His fingers slid back, brushing at my entrance, a flinch of surprise and then his arm flexed and his two fingers pushed inside me.  In my gasp feeling him push, he grabbed my hair roughly snatching my head up, my face a breath away from his.  Holding me balanced on his knee as his fingers worked away at me.  His face was hard, cold, his jaw clenched to the point of vibrating as he just stared intensely.   My eyes couldn't move from his, boring deep into me, just like his fingers.  He broke in, getting a whimpering moan from me as the bolt of pleasure threatened to melt every muscle in my body.  He released my hair and grabbed my throat before my head could roll back.  Again he pulled my face close to his, by the vicegrip on my throat this time.

His face held the clenched blank expression that somehow aroused and terrified me in its laser focused intensity.  I felt his breath in sharp puffs against my mouth, my eyes locked with his.  Not wanting to leave his eyes but praying they would stop.  His fingers shift, sending a ripple through his bicep, his hand tightens choking off my moan.  He pulled my face even closer, our noses touching, his stubble scratching my jaw as he nuzzled into my neck, like an animal marking scent.

He shifted his grip on my throat, leaving his thumb tight under my Adam's Apple, not even allowing the illusion that I was going anywhere soon.  My moans came in hitching gasps as his teasing lips and rough chin left me tilting my head willingly, silently begging him to taste me again.  His jawline came in, sliding along mine and slid under, tilting my head back and drawing a low shuddering moan out of me as my neck showed his pathway in red.  The closest thing I'd seen to a smile threatened his mouth before he slid his hand back gripping my throat again.  His muscular arm spasmed, his fingers jerking quickly, spreading me, his choking grip tightened allowing the smallest squeak through my windpipe.  Showing the threat of his full strength he picked up a rhythm.  His fingers pushed in deep, hand tightening around my throat, nearly forcing my tongue past my lips in time with every ripple through his arm.  The vein wrapped over his bicep swelling in time with my arousal as I got harder, thicker, longer, and nearly delirious as I stared up trapped just as much by his gaze as his hands.  

Our eyes were locked; mine desperately pleading, his relentless, penetrating even deeper than his fingers were.  Beating down my resistances on all fronts, worked into an oxygen deprived fit of lust, contributing to the fiery web in his eyes.  My body and soul broke simultaneously, my cock throbbed so hard it audibly thumped my stomach sending a spasm through me.  A clear drop of precum leaked at the same time I shed a tear.  His hand had tightened so far in his relentless rhythm of pushing his fingers into me, massaging, prodding, coaxing, as his other hand worked to take air from me with every hum of mind numbing ecstasy.  Keeping me in constant flux.  More pre leaked on my stomach and my eyes watered more as I weakly pulled at his choking arm and managed to gasp out hoping to save myself, "P....lll.......please...please".      .  

    He released my throat instantly hearing a life saving gasp before snatching my hair up, forcing me to look at his bicep as it flexed and relaxed, each flex of that perfect round muscle sending waves of thick heat through my body.  He took a fuller grip of my hair, running his lips over the rim of my earlobe, breath hot, voice thick, "This,"  he flexed his bicep jabbing his fingers to a direct hit sending a shockwave up my spine.  My writhing wasn't tolerated for long, my hair quickly snatched again and jerked to look at his working bicep.  "Touch it" he commanded jerking my hair again for emphasis as his bicep rolled in time with the pleasure tide he had started. 

I gasped at the feeling with the next flex of muscle.  An invasion, his fingers pressing my sweet spot like a panic button, then through my hands the ripple of muscle under his skin traveled up his arm sending a tingle in my fingers just as the next ripple of pleasure was starting, and I never wanted it to stop.  My abs were burning from partially supporting myself over his knee as I rubbed his arm, feeling him fingerfuck me.  He released my hair, leaving me to keep myself up alone.  My abs were shredded to the max with the effort to flex and balance myself as I fought the urge to buck my hips and fuck myself against his heaven sent fingers.  

He flexed his free arm in front of my face.  Letting his bicep jump with every thrust inside me, "This is your pleasure, " I watched his arm flexing in front of me, again in time with each push inside, "taste it.", he growled. I eagerly worshipped his flexing muscle, kissing and running my tongue over every peak and valley.  Finally I hit the point of no return and I knew it.  I moaned between mouthfuls of rock hard muscle, "I submit, I submit I sub...I submit!" He pulled his fingers out getting a wretched sob of need as my body quivered.  He flung me off of his knee, I hit the wet tile hard unable to catch myself.  

Before I could even begin to rise, my cock painfully hard twitching for release as I moved to push myself up, he was on me, sliding my arms into a tight full nelson.  Torquing my neck down and my shoulders up, he flexed his arms lifting me slightly and I realized too late-I felt him push in, his fingers had just been the warm up.  He speared my ass, sliding in with barely any resistance after the beating he put on my hole in the backbreaker.  He started thrusting into me, getting harder, faster, my limp barely conscious body flailing helplessly.  He pounded in to the hilt and held there, my back pressed tight to his chest, whimpering in hopeful need.  then he pulled back and SLAMMED into me again.  I was done, my load came blasting out in a rocket stream straight up.  It smacked across my face and chest, so much so that I had to close my eyes to wipe it away.  My chest was smeared in the second load he'd gotten out of me tonight and I thought it would finally be over.  No such luck.

He growled as my load shot up and came back down over my shoulder.  Some landed on his arm and he yanked my head back by my hair to look at him.  His voice was dangerous and low "Clean your fucking mess!" and held up his mountainous bicep, my dribble of cum like snow on the mountaintop.  I leaned forward licking his bicep, moving around more I get my tongue into every nook and cranny of his steel arm muscle. "I think that's what you really wanted this whole time wasn't it?"  I can only moan plaintively because my mouth is full of rock hard pecs. Suddenly, he grabs my hair, jerks me around and mashes my face into the tile floor.  My head pinned down, with him keeping my ass propped up I can't even offer much resistance; any chance is obliterated when his tongue traced my rim.

He straddles my upturned ass, grinding his fat cock between my ass cheeks until I feel that unmistakeable warm splat against my back, shoulders and the rest smacking into my hair.  I groaned as he lifted me to my feet in a nelson again, my legs shaky at best after everything plus two mind blowing orgasms.  He released the full nelson only to rub that mighty bicep over my lips, then locking in a tightly sealed sleeper hold.  He walked me back into the main locker rooms, still fighting unconsciousness in his arms.

Without saying a word he steps into the middle of the locker room, dragging more than walking with me now, and stepped up on one of the benches.  Now supporting me in a hanging sleeper, my feet kicking wildly as he choked me out, he surveys the room as they watch him choke me out putting barely an ounce of effort in the task.  My struggles faded quickly, lessening to the odd weak slap at his arms, my sputtering and choking quiet into pitiful squeaks until finally, blackness takes me over.  He leaves my cum smeared body sprawled on the locker room bench, having made his message very clear.  Behind my fluttering eyelids all I saw were his arms flexing, rippling, bulging.  His voice, so seductive in my ear, "This is your pleasure" sent tremors through my whole body, locked in a spiral of my own thoughts, or maybe his thoughts.  Either way, he was the underlying thought in the back of my head at all times.

To this day I get agonizingly hard watching him flex his arms.  Owned.                  

Muscled Jobbers

Muscleman Ahtu gets demolished by Low-Ki

People always get a look at me and are either outright shocked or highly skeptical/critical of my status (and fetish) of being a jobber. Not only a jobber but even more eager than usual to get destroyed on the mats by a heel much smaller than me. Maybe it's the idea of going against the assumed roles in a wrestling match or just the erotic aspect fused with my fetish for wrestling that results in my almost exclusively submissive/bottom role in the ring. Or something else altogether, who knows.

I just want to take a minute to showcase other guys who have put in time at the gym to build muscular bodies and despite all those muscles end up down for the count when it's another wrestler they're up against. Believe it or not, I'm not the only musclebitch out there ;-)

Stuck in his own finisher

Chris Masters: Granted he wasn't a jobber in his beginning days of WWE, and went from face to heel to some blended area but as the WWE slowly showed him the way out, he was subjected to humiliating defeats like these...

Muscleboy Beaten and wedgied

Braden Charron:  Save 2 (I believe) victories, Braden has been a 100% muscle jobber boy in his time with BG East.  Humiliated by opponents of all sizes ranging from cocky Johnny Firestorm to fellow bodybuilder Joe Robbins, Braden just can't catch a break.

Braden Breaking Bodybuilder Bearhug

Roll Over Jobber

Rob's more flamboyant gear

Rob Conway: Also, not a jobber through his career, but the WWE certainly humiliated him plenty before releasing him of his contract: Which culminated in a 5 second defeat at the hands of Jeff Hardy, Rob begging for another chance after talking a big game about quitting if he didn't win his next match (after a loooong string of losses).  McMahon promptly came down to the ring and fired him since he didn't have the balls to go through with his own vow.

In case you forget his name lol

Kid Brock: Another member of the BG East roster who has unfortunately hung up his trunks (and took no naked pictures, inconsiderate).  He was built like a truck and looked to have the muscle and strength to beat down any opponent but had a 0 win column as of his last match with BG East.  His fatal flaw was big muscles, but no stamina-power moves tired him out quick and got him crushed notably by much smaller Eric Moreira and flattened by Blaze.

those jobberwhite trunks yanked high

muscleman can't break the pretty boy's sleeper

Just a few examples of big muscle guys in the business who didn't seem able to get a win on the mats, despite muscle mass and tough look-the weights don't fight back, and that's what seems to get us every time.

Cheers fellow muscle jobbers ;-)

Pics and videos do not belong to me, all are property of WWE or BG East and collected from their respective webpages or from YouTube.

Pretty In Pink (Continued Easy Breezy Beautiful)

Lamb to my Slaughter

I turned around and saw him coming in from the showers, a perfect stack of jobber muscle, thick semi hard cock bouncing between his thighs, and teasing that damp never ending hair with an oversized towel.  As he walked by me his thigh brushed my bulge and it took everything in me not to moan out loud.  Adonis looked over and smirked at me pulsing hardon.  "Looks like somebody enjoyed his last match" and winked at me.  I knew it was wrong, I knew I just needed to play this right and this blonde bitch would be my plaything for life if not for the night.  But I could feel my temperature rising, my whole  head was throbbing in time with my pulse.  If anybody noticed the rapidly dissolving self control and the grip that was bending my locker door in my fist they certainly didn't say anything-maybe they wanted to see this prettyboy get maimed as much as I wanted to do the maiming.

He made his way to his locker and after another look back at the pulsing bulge in my jock, he reached in and instead of the trunks I had seen hanging he pulls out a neon pink thong, and bends in a perfect pike position to slip the tiny string up his legs.  That ass, his shredded quads in full relief was too much and I couldn't hold myself back.  as soon as he snapped that pink string in place between his ample cheeks I was on him, grabbing a fistful of that sunbeam yellow hair SLAMMED his head into his locker door and AGAIN, then pulled close to me and clamped on a rear naked choke, growling in his ear "and I'm going to enjoy this too bitch boy."  He choked and sputtered flailing in my grip, my cock throbbed against his ass as he struggled uselessly.  I switched my grip to a full nelson, almost making him kiss his own pecs, my bulge surging as I felt him getting weak and his breath coming more labored as I kept him air tight in the nelson.  I leaned back to lift him up, his bare feet off the ground like a muscle marionette and walked him back out to the closed ring area intending to have some private time with my new .

There were a few members of the audience still hanging back and not moving on to the main arena for the Headliner match, at this point I was in full beast mode and didn't give a single fuck about any audience that might collect while I pulverized this meatsack.  Adonis was kicking and cussing the whole way to the ring and got the laggers interested in this unsanctioned surprise match.  As we got to the ring, I start laughing at his pitiful struggles, a small spot of pre dampens my jock pouch from his constant twisting and squirming against me.  I changed my grip against the back of his head, still keeping the nelson I forced him to headbutt the ringpost BANGING his head three times against the cold metal before releasing the full nelson.

Drew can't catch a break

I immediately clutched the tailstrap of that bright thong and wrapped his gold tresses in my fingers I spun him around in a circle wedging that day glo string HIGH up his bubble ass and launched him under the ropes into the ring.
I slid in right after him and as he tried to fix that thong wedgie groaning in pain I sent a hard soccer kick to his midsection sending him flying further into the center of the ring.  I planted my foot over his head and gave a sick double bicep pose to the crowd (including some of our fellow grapplers in various states of dress that had come to see what all the commotion was).  I yelled "Who wants to see Malibu Barbie get bitched?!?!!"  The crowd immediately started cheering as if their life depended on it.  The volume and intensity of the response even surprised me considering the fairly small size of the crowd.  I took my foot off the punk's head and snatched his face from the mat by his long wet hair "You hear that Goldilocks? you're about to get mauled by this bear." I kept his head pulled up and SLAMMED 5 kicks right between his shoulder blades, then I planted my foot right in the same spot, I FLEXED my leg pressing into his spine and my arm was shredded to the max keeping my ripping grip on his hair until finally he started to kick at the mat Screaming in pain and finally said please.  I let his hair go, my flexed leg bashing him back into the mat on his face.  I screwed the toe of my boot against his barely covered jobber boyhole making him gasp and squirm before shooting a swift kick to his nuts.  I raised my arms again and another defeaning scream went up from the crowd.  This was going to be fun.

   Image(s) are not my property.  All were either collected in my travels through the Web or they belong to Ron Sexton/ Can-Am
and BGEast Inc./Stephen Driscoll (Kid Leopard)

Prepare to Grovel (Until You Beg 2)

I looked up at White Lightning, still a little rocked by the hard uppercut.  His foot wasn't pressing on my bulge, but definitely making the threat clear.  He leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of my hair, as he brought me up from the floor he continuously slammed punches into my neck and chest keeping me winded and hurting.  On my feet he slammed a solid fist deep into my abs doubling me over.  Wrenching my tights and holding my hair he turned me around to see a bay of video cameras surrounding our ring to catch this match from every angle possible "Remotely controlled of course" he whispered as I saw 3 cameras reposition themselves, one slowly zooming in I assumed on my face as it made the low whirring noises of focusing its lens on the two of us.

Lightning yanked my tights walking me to the ring and I got my head clear finally threw an elbow back at his head and turned around when he lost his grip, immediately my head snapped back from a hard left hook from his bare hand followed by a quick jab with his gloved right and I fell backward slumping against the ring apron-that elbow ended up being the one offense I get in the next 30 minutes.  He came in fast grabbing my throat he bashed my head into the ring post, followed with a hard gut punch that would have doubled me over but Lightning kept his grip on my throat standing me up.  Another hard uppercut smashed into my neck/chest and knocked me into the ropes- leaving me open to machine gun punches into my abs gradually crushing the wall of muscle between the right glove and his bare left fist.

As I pushed myself up nursing my abs and untangling my arm from the ropes I see Lightning taking off his boxing glove "I think I've made my point, but let me be sure." he said with this cocky ass grin on his face.  Suddenly his glove whips across my face hard and stuns me, only to receive it again on the other cheek-classic duel challenge upgraded with a huge boxing glove leaves me winded in the ropes.  Already nearly a dishrag and have barely made it on the ring apron, screaming at myself to get back in this game as he hops through the ropes, smacking my bulge with his glove before tossing it aside.  Pulled in through the ropes by my spiked hair kicking and groaning in pain as my arms finally spring free from the tangled ropes.  My tights half off my ass showing my thong for the constantly repositioning, zooming cameras surrounding us.  I finally stand up and shake my head clear and turn around pissed at this humiliating show so far.

I don't get even fully turned around before I see two white boot soles coming at my face, hard standing dropkick takes me out cold.  KO'd and the force of his kick shoots me into the turnbuckles chest first HARD! I fall out of the corner and crumple to the mat.  Lightning walks up to my limp form and drags up my head to be in view of the camera, my eyes showing white and my lips parted.  White Lightning, with a look that could be easily called demonic takes a breath and the camera catches a ringbell in his hand.  He swings the ringbell and BANGED my head with it.  Letting me drop back to the mat he leans into one of the closer cameras with a grin as he tosses the bell under the ropes, takes a look at my limp half stripped body and back into the camera licking his lips "Alright Round 1, let's get started".

Until You Beg

I went by Red Storm and I was the most desired heel in the erotic wrestling universe. An escort, if you prefer that term. Pathetic losers filled my email inbox begging for me to show them the dominance of a real man and I was always happy to oblige. It was a thrill and I could never get enough of that view of some jobber doormat's face under my throbbing bulge begging me to put them away.

I rode this high for 3 years, but was starting to get bored until I got a message one night from a screen name White Lightning, no email address or picture attached. All the message said was "Face a real man, get your ass ready". I smiled thinking to myself this was another slob with fantasies of being the cocky jobber that got his ass handed to him by the dark heel. So I answered "Always looking for a legit challenge." as soon as I sent, there was a response "a challenge suggests that you could win, you're a bitch just waiting to get tamed."

I can't lie my cock throbbed at that, maybe this was finally the fight I was looking for, an honest match between two alpha males battling to determine top man. I answered back "we'll see who gets tamed fucker when and where do you want this ass kicking?"
"I'll decide that, you just be ready" and with that he signed out.

I stared at the screen for a second and decided it was just some lame kid talking smack on the Internet and brushed it off. About a week later I had some downtime and met up with this personal trainer begging for an ass kicking at his home ring. He had a boxing glove kink and wanted to include that in our playtime. So I went into the little changing room he had and took a minute to admire my naked 6'2 230 lbs of packed muscle in the full length mirror before sliding into The Red Storm.

A flame patterned thong under jet black full tights with red flames spiraling up my legs ending at the pronounced bulge knee high boots and a half mask that perfectly matched my thong completed the transformation. My cock was already growing at the muscle bitch waiting out in the ring for me. When I arrived he was already a jobber vision in a stark white thong, low boots and white boxing gloves, I was hard the second I looked at him.

I came out of the room to look at the ring and my boxer bitch was nowhere to be found. I looked around the ring room, totally empty. "what the fuck man you scared already?" I heard the changing room door slam shut and a fist jerked my spiked black hair. I felt something firm against my ass and hot breath tickled my neck "I'm not scared, but you will be soon." My head was jerked back and teeth sank into my neck, I couldn't hold in the moan as he chewed on my pulse point. He spun me around and I got a good look at him. That thong was now hidden under white rubber briefs with two lightning bolts framing the crotch and two white bands over his biceps also sporting yellow lightning bolts "You" was all I could say. He grinned, evil, "told you to be ready" and I saw his right hand still had a boxing glove on, a hard uppercut sent me head rocking back and I stumbled falling over a weight bench. He walked up and planted a foot on my crotch "I hope this isn't boring"

Traveling Trade Chapter 3

Not done yet musclebitch

From the top of the post I saw later he somersaulted, landing both feet PLANTED into my abs, making my body jackknife and come to with a horrible groan and desperate sucking gasp for air.  Onyx pulled me up by my hair, winded and punch drunk I didn't realize my trunks had fallen half off my ass until fans were slapping my exposed cheeks as Onyx paraded me around the guard rail for the crowd to see up close.  I reached back groggily trying to save some shred of dignity and pull up my slipped trunks.  Onyx noticed, of course.  "Oh your trunks are coming off, we can't have that at a family show." the smartass.  he grabbed my silvered trunks and YANKED them high up my ass in a thong wedgie, leaving only "TLA" visible between my ass cheeks.  He swatted my ass as he jerked my hair and SLAMMED my forehead into the guard rail, all but putting me out again "That's fitting, Tamed Loser Ass"  and he laughed as he gripped my wedgied trunks and tossed me back in the ring.

Setting him up for a big one

Still trying to stick to the rehearsed match I got on my knees and threw a stiff punch into his abs, not pulling any of the force trying to let this dick know I wasn't happy with his improv.  He stumbled back, then instead of continuing with the planned "brief comeback" of mine, his boot SMASHED my sternum I crumpled over the toe of his boot and melted to the mat arms crossed in pain.  No rest for the weary he dragged me up again, making so much meat out of the muscle jobber Atlas.  He pressed my face into his bulge, and I realized for the first time he was THROBBING in his squares, as it twitched against my cheek. He pulled me up onto my feet wobbly at best and stumbling SMACK SMACK SMACK 3 times light speed he slapped me across the face front and backhand snapping me out of my fog for a brief second, long enough to see him pivot back on his foot, and a sudden cheer from the crowd.

Jobber Jace laid flat out

Jobe getting crunched

I barely even got into a defensive stance before his back foot snapped up hitting my chin.  my head flew back, sweat flying from my hair, then he kicked me back and forth mimicking the slaps from before with his heavy boots.  Completely out on my feet at this point, the crowd quiet and watching the towering champion like the hush before a demolition crew sets off explosions to take down a building.  In a flash I felt a shattering burst of pain in my crotch, and then a thud against the back of my neck as I doubled over and everything went black.  Out cold again in this match up, Atlas getting ripped apart by Onyx.   I wasn't out for long, he took a moment to showboat and flex for the crowd before STOMPING my nuts, grinding his boot down as I came to squirming and groaning in pain that seemed to have no end.  At this point I was praying that I would just pass out from shock.

Traveling Trade Chapter 2

Out on the ramp awaiting my trumpet fanfare to play over the speakers, I kept trying to adjust my trunks to cover my ass but it was no use, a little bubbled out either above or below my trunks no matter what I did so I finally just settled on letting the trunks ride low on my hips, as that showed the least in back and kept me covered in front.  They brought out Onyx first, playing his low bass drums and fog machines, I had to admit the man was hypnotic coming to the ring.  His square trunks and boots shone jet black like the gem he was named for and he was covered in strategic slashes of metallic black body paint, making it look like he was pure onyx under his skin as well.  The fans had the whole arena rumbling as they stomped in time with his already near famous entrance music.

I rolled my eyes as I ducked back behind the ramp curtain waiting for this pony show to be over.  Finally I heard my trumpets start playing the tune of a hallelujah choir, timing it perfectly as always I stepped out just as my golden spotlight shone down at the curtain.  I started flexing, doing a set of two or three poses at a time as I made my way down the ramp.  Enjoying the awed looks from the fans closest to me, or so I thought.  I eventually heard laughing when I got about halfway down the ramp and finished my posing, walking the rest of the way.  I looked up at the ring and saw Onyx was mimicking the poses I had done for my entrance, while making ridiculous faces like he was constipated, ending it with the famous Atlas pose, complete with globe.

He then straightened up, balancing the globe on one hand and mimed jerking his dick with the other.  I was pretty pissed by this point, already annoyed that I was billed to go down to this punk but he had to add insult to injury with this shit.

I got into the ring and we went through the motions of getting patted down, the ref being a little more than thorough searching around my groin and ass, same with Onyx. We shook hands, me glaring, him smirking and the bell rang. I came at him going for a lariat as we had rehearsed countless times into the night for this "momentous match" as it had been marketed to the fans over the past few weeks.  However instead of ducking the lariat and going for the toe hold like we practiced he dropped to one knee and HAMMERED a fist into my gut knocking the wind out of me and bringing me to my knees in shock and breathless.  Onyx grabbed my hair as he stood up and I heard him snarl "A little change of plans Atlas"  just before a hard knee smashed my forehead and sent me flat on my back.  About 30 seconds into the match and the crowd was already approaching manic, and I was somewhere between shock and pissed off as Onyx took full liberty-throwing our whole rehearsed match out of the window, I could see something in his eyes that was barely human.  This fucker wanted to really hurt me, I wasn't about to go down as the first superstar jobber to get flattened on this punks road to fame.  I reached up and grabbed the bulge in his shiny square trunks, squeezing making the muscles in my forearm bunch up and ripple.

As Onyx's legs crumpled and the crowd noticed what happened the loud screams and boos started.  The crowd persecuting the former muscle bound hero now reduced to dirty below the belt tactics to get a win over the new cool ninja wannabe.  At that moment I wished I could scream "He started this shit!" but knew that would be useless, even if it were possible.  I stood up and moved to grab Onyx's throat with my free hand, when he decided to show his martial art gimmick wasn't just for show.  He grabbed my arm crushing his bulge at the bend of my elbow, pressing his thumb in my whole hand suddenly exploded in pain and then went numb, falling away from his crotch.  His other hand swung around wide, jamming a thumb in the side of my neck that sent pain through my whole skull and nearly dropped me to my knees.  Onyx grabbed my arm that had been going for his throat at the wrist, twisted so hard he had me on tip toe and three lightning quick kicks bashed my balls, my sternum and my face.  Now rocked and barely standing on shaky legs I couldn't even raise my numb/burning arms in defense as Onyx took a step back, did some freaky Bruce Lee pose before lunging at me and slamming an open palm into my chest, just under the breast bone and angled up-hitting hard enough to send me airborne over the ring ropes crashing on the cement floor in front of the screaming fans.  The last thing I saw was Onyx climbing the ring post before I blacked out...

Jobber of the Week: Z-Man/Tom Zenk

One of my favorites to watch get pounded growing up Tom Zenk the Z-Man.

Bonus: another Z-Man in the ring today, Zack Vazquez, is another pleasure to watch, I see a pattern forming lol.

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.

Ball Grabs

Pics of different grapplers getting the fight squeezed right out of them.

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...