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.

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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.

Ball Grabs

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

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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