The afternoon match was much anticipated by the guests who could speak of nothing else at lunch that day. The excitement created by the morning match so roused some of the guests that they had gone directly back to their sumptuous cabin suites to engage in further sex with their partners. The conversations centered basically on what chances Ari had in coming back from the beating he took from Zobeir in the morning. A general feeling was that the odds were poor for the Israeli.
The guests were all seated when Zobeir and Ari appeared. Zobeir looked relaxed and confident with little or no physical damage to his magnificent body. Ari however showed signs of the punishment he had endured in the morning with a red scar on his forehead, a bruised mouth, and darkened areas on his abdominal flesh which had been inflicted by the brutal beating they had taken. The contrasts between the physical appearance of the two seemed to confirm the odds that the guests had come up with. There were no introductions this time and the two wrestlers just waited for Abu’s signal to begin.
At the sound of the bell both men approached the center of the ring. They went into a collar and elbow tie up. It turned into a test of strength. Both exerted their full power to push and dominate the other. At first it seemed that a stalemate would ensue. But slowly at first but with more obvious success as the test of strength went on, Zobeir began to edge Ari toward the ropes. With a final push he pinned Ari to the ropes. Ari raised his arms to indicate a clean break. Zobeir raised his arms to show the same but at the next instant planted his knee in the exposed groin area of the young stud. Ari went down in a pile at the feet of Zobeir. The Russian guest yelled out: “No screwing your bitch tonight, boy.”
Zobeir waited only a second before he sent a boot into Ari’s head that put his back on the mat. Zobeir again moved in and planted a fist on the forehead of the downed fighter. But mat pounding would not get the job done. Zobeir lifted Ari up by the hair and sent another knee into his privates. Ari felt a sickness rise in his insides as he fought to remain conscious. Zobeir opened up with a series of arm hammers on Ari’s back as he bent over from the low blow. Going behind the suffering young man he put his arms around his waist and lifted him for an atomic drop that sent electric like shocks through his system. He repeated the move this time facing his victim. The result was another blow to the nuts of the Israeli muscle man.
Rolling on the mat, Ari sought to escape the attack of Zobeir. But the ring would not allow it. Zobeir ran toward Ari and laid a low level dropkick on the poor boy. Lying with his back on the mat Ari didn’t know when the next blow would fall. Zobeir moved in again and picked his victim up by the hair and flung him over his shoulders. The backbreaker which followed was an eye popper. Zobeir put pressure on the neck and thighs of his opponent, pulling down with all his strength pushing Ari’s back to almost a 90% angle. But Zobeir had more in mind than pain. He planned for humiliation to be laid on the body of the enemy now in his grasp.
For the second time Zobeir grabbed hold of Ari's ample tool. He would duplicate the hold from the morning. The guests erupted into cheers and hoots as he placed his grip on the penis of his toy. Ari felt humiliated and degraded by Zobeir’s action but he could do little except try to avoid giving up his man serum to this Arab. More than squeezing the muscle in his hand Zobeir also began to manipulate it and work it to a point of blood engorged excitement. Ari fought off the sensation as best he could but in his exposed position high on Zobeir’s back and with the expert hand action of Zobeir he was soon fully extended and rock hard. “Milk the cow.” said the Frenchman. The end was inevitable for Ari. He could not hold back as Zobeir wanked and fondled his dick putting Ari into an ecstasy of pleasure mixed with pain. As the hand rape continued the spectators took up the chant “Milk him.” The men had a vision of sexuality and manhood they had never seen before. Zobeir in his sadistic glory ruining a boy both physically and sexually made them feel wet in anticipation. After about five minutes of playtime Zobeir expertly placed his finger over the crack of Ari’s penis and forced it into the top. The burning sensation only upped the feeling Ari was having and he came in a massive spray that gushed for what seemed like a full minute or two. The white semen flowed over Zobeir’s hand and onto the groin of Ari who was pulsating from the ejection. Zobeir had shown this poor excuse for a man who was the dominant one.
Dropping Ari to the ground he began his torture section of the match. Pinching Ari’s nipples he lifted him up until he was on his tiptoes. Swinging the muscular body of the wrestler he pinched harder so as not to lose his hold. Ari’s cries of pain excited the visitors all the more. Finally he stopped and hip flipped Ari over pulling on the crushed and bruised tits. He then went back to his target again pinching the nipples until they were white. Pulling on them he lifted a screaming Ari off the mat. As he worked over the boy, Zobeir could feel a hardness in the area just below the tip of the tit. He knew what he had. Ari had two small tumors in his nipples. These were common in boys and young men and were almost always benign. But for Zobeir they presented a real opportunity. He had learned that these lumps were ideal pressure points to create excruciating pain in his opponents. He let go of the nipples with his hand. He lifted Ari’s body to the corner and placing his arms around Ari’s butt raised his nipples to Zobeir’s mouth. Zobeir took the right one in his mouth. Sucking deeply he pulled the lump into his mouth. When it was firmly in place he applied pressure using his teeth covered by his lips. The pain produced coursed through Ari’s chest and down to his groin. Attempting to force Zobeir’s mouth away made it even worse. When he had crushed the lump as far as he could he went to the left nipple and did the same. The torn tumors bleed into Ari’s system.
Letting Ari fall Zobeir laid a foot to the chest and another to the head that kept Ari under control. Taking his boy toy’s legs he faced his opponent and then dropped his knee full force on the exposed package. Ari’s scream sounded like a banshee in heat. Applause filled the salon. A foot thrust followed immediately to the same target. Again, a scream came from the now devastated youngster. Turning his opponent over he applied a Boston Crab making sure to put his own tool into the butt of his victim. Pulling back with all his strength he again bent the boy’s back beyond his pain threshold. Crying out his submission Ari pleaded for Zobeir to stop. But Zobeir announced that he did not accept the submission.
Zobeir released the hold and lifted Ari into the ring corner. Sitting Ari in the corner, Zobeir had the poor wrestler in a perfect position for what came next. Ari’s head came up to the groin of Zobeir. Moving forward he put his dick into Ari’s face. Zobeir started to face fuck the young Israeli. With a steady rhythm he rubbed his penis into his victim’s face getting larger and harder with each move. His slow move became a thrust that increased in intensity as the climax approached. Landing a blow to Ari’s head he forced open his mouth and pushed his manhood inside his broken foe. Ari could do little to stop him. Overwhelmed physically by the superior strength and muscle of his master and sexually humiliated in full view of a sadistic crowd, Ari had lost any will to resist. He had accepted his defeat and his place as possession of this powerhouse who now exuded masculinity from every pore and was about to pump his white seed into the beaten soldier. “Please let me go. I give up,” begged Ari. “You will give nothing. I will take what I want,” retorted Zobeir. Zobeir ran his penis as deep into Ari as he could manage delighting in the feel of the Israeli mouth around his Arab shaft. Holding the back of Ari’s head he drove again and again into the mouth and throat of the fallen hero. As the moment of orgasm came Zobeir let out a loud moan and cry of satisfaction. The white cum squirted into the mouth and down the throat of the boy in a stream that seemed to go on forever. Shaking from the feeling of the release Zobeir pushed still deeper until he had drained all of his semen into his human receptacle.
The German yelled out, “Ruin him. I’ve got the oil.” Zobeir answered, “Come here, sir, and I’ll do it for you.” He entered the ring and brought a bottle of oil with him. Zobeir said, “Put some on my tool.” He pored some into his hand and caressed his penis with the oil until it was hard and strong and covered with the lubricant. Picking up Ari he locked him into the ropes using the top and second strand to hold his arms. “Now put some into his hole,” Zobeir said. Going over to Ari he put oil between his legs and searched for his hole which he penetrated with his finger causing Ari to give a start. Zobeir remarked, “That’s nothing compared to what I will do to you with my spear.” Zobeir then lifted Ari’s legs and placed then against his chest, feet pointed up. He moved closer to Ari’s hole and put his penis head so that it just touched the outside. “Now I am going to rape you like some bitch,” he said contemptuously. Moving in he pushed his rock-hard spear forward till the head broke through and began the penetration of Ari’s opening. Now using a forward and back motion he slowly moved deeper and deeper, now reaching the head and then the shaft. When the shaft was about half way in Zobeir gave a massive pelvic thrust that put the rod deep into Ari with as much pain as he could muster. Ari blurted “No more, please. Don’t do this, please.” Zobeir responded, “I like it when you beg, boy. It makes this feel even more intense. Don’t stop. Beg some more.” Reaching around the legs he grabbed Ari’s spear and began to work it again while using the other hand to crush the tumor in one of the nipples. His driving thrusts went into Ari as if to rip him open. As the climax came again his penetration was full length. Zobeir’s cum flowed into his “bitch” like a torrent. At the same time Ari came again showering his abs with his own inferior manhood. Finished, Zobeir dropped Ari to the mat and released him from the ropes.
It was time to settle matters. Zobeir would prove to all the supremacy of the Arab race over his enemy by destroying his opponent. But first the final act of domination over and degradation of this so-called fine specimen of manhood which would leave Ari little better than a bitch.
Zobeir placed Ari across the top rope of the turnbuckle. After a couple of hammer blows to the chest he put his hand on Ari’s groin and squeezed his balls like rubber toys. There was nothing Ari could do to stop the torture. His pleading for submission brought no response. Taking his mouth Zobeir began to suck and play with Ari’s nipple. Then he took Ari’s penis in his hand and again started to manipulate it. The sensation of mouth and hand working over the sensuous zones of his body brought Ari to another explosion of his cum. Taking some of the manhood of his opponent Zobeir plastered it over the face of his victim. The reaction of the spectators told everything. But Zobeir wasn’t done by a long shot. Now he began to bite the nipple he had been sucking until his teeth cut skin and it started to bleed. Zobeir called this his “breast feed” from his bitch. Suddenly taking Ari’s penis into his mouth began to bite down on the shaft just below the head. Teeth bit into soft flesh. Blood gushed from the mouth as the sawing and ripping continued. Screams like none ever heard before caused the arena to go silent. A tear on the skin below the head began to bleed. A huge cry went up from the salon. Beating a young man was one thing, humiliating him even better.
But the end was yet to come. Zobeir put Ari back in the ring and raised him to his feet. Putting him into a bearhug he began to rub his own penis into the bloody groin of his victim. Keeping a steady pace, he rubbed himself against his toy’s body until his own juices began to rise again and erupted into an organism of pleasure and cum. Still holding Ari up, he turned him around and put him into a sleeper. Ari let out a moan and pleaded with Zobeir in a submissive tone, “Please don’t do this. I’ll do what ever you say.” “Go to sleep.” responded Zobeir. Squeezing his opponent’s artery, he began to slowly drive the broken wrestler to unconsciousness. With what strength he had left Ari fought back but the end was already destined. Pushing his penis into Ari’s butt the struggles of the trapped victim only massaged Zobeir’s tool and enhanced the moment of victory he was about to culminate. Keeping Ari’s squirming body close to his own felt like a full body rubdown but with sexual overtones as the body movements of the Israeli tried to break the hold.
A twitching movement started to engulf Ari’s body as his blood supply was cut off from his brain. Each body action only excited Zobeir more as the physical contact once more brought him to climax. Wanting to shoot his next load at the same moment as he finished with of his victim, with greater and greater pressure Zobeir stopped the oxygen from reaching Ari’s brain. “I have really enjoyed our match. You have given me a real experience of physical domination and the orgasms were simply outstanding.” With those words Zobeir finished off Ari just as his third orgasm tensed his body adding to the pressure on the neck. Ari shuddered convulsively and then dangled lifeless in Zobeir’s arms. Shaking him a few times for the crowd he swung the poor man around the ring and then let go. Ari crumpled to the mat. Zobeir stood over his victim and added one last humiliation to the boy at his feet. Striking a double arm pose he pointed his tool at Ari and urinated on him. He pushed out every drop he could muster washing the face and chest of the loser.
The cheers from the spectators showed their enthusiasm. Zobeir grinned at the crowd in a boyish way but he had clearly announced to one and all here was a MAN. A combined prize of 50,000 euros was awarded. Ari was sent to an emergency room where he was tended for his injuries. His nipple and penis both required stiches to close the wounds Zobeir had inflicted. He would be out of commission for weeks.
