Miguel’s Road Back
Walking back to the locker room after his match with Jeb, Miguel winced at the pain in his groin. When he reached his locker he took out a tube of salve to put on his chewed penis to ease the pain and check any infection. As it was, he probably would have to get a tetanus shot. He felt emotional pain as well knowing how Jeb had played him like an instrument and made him to scream and beg like a boytoy jobber. He was humiliated and shamed. He had been used by another man as a sex toy. His body had been violated and reduced to a plaything for a muscleman sadist. He knew that he had to go back and revenge himself for these acts against his manhood. But how could he? His defeat had been so total, how could he expect to get another chance?
Just then the door to the room opened and a big, muscular man entered. “The boss wants to see you.” Miguel asked, “What boss?” “The boss who doesn’t give answers to a pathetic boy like you. Come now.” Miguel responded with hesitation but without fear. When he got to the room overlooking the arena he saw several people. Sitting on a couch facing the ring was the boss. He was a well-known local boss. Miguel knew him and for the first time felt uneasy.
“You did well out there tonight, boy. I enjoyed your work, especially your suffering and screams. My boy brought me several times as your cries turned me on. I want to offer you another chance in the ring. How about a match with the champion, Jorge? He needs some real competition. He has gotten lazy from the weak opponents they send us from the provinces. Well, how about it? Miguel thought for a second and then asked, “If I do, what is in it for me?” “If you win, the championship and $50,000. If you lose, you service me until you win. I like big, macho types as my sex toys.” Miguel had only a second or two to think and replied “Yes”. “Good. In two days you go against the champ.” Miguel was aghast. “Two days? How can I heal in two days?” “You said nothing about healing,” responded the boss. “Two days and make it good.”
Jorge was a big and rough style wrestler (6’2” and 220 lbs). At 25 he was younger than Miguel but more experienced and more sadistic. The thought of beating the older man was a turn on for him since most of the wrestlers in the league were 18 to 30. He had been undefeated since coming to the league and won the championship from Esteban, a young bodybuilder, who was beaten so badly he could not wrestle anymore and never really recovered from his defeat. The boss used Esteban as one of his sex partners. Jorge liked to inflict pain on his opponents for no other reason than the sense of power it gave him. No opponent had left the ring without a serious injury. When he was told about Miguel he laughed and said, “If Jeb can waste the little bastard, I can take him apart and break him into little pieces.” Jorge was of pure Castilian descent which accounted for his white complexion, blond hair, and blue eyes. He saw himself as a new conquistador overpowering his local opponents and subjecting them to his control. He spoke fluent English and had a muscular body but not as developed as Jeb. But his physique was a turn on for both men and women. His arms were as strong as any other wrestler. His chest was beautiful with two adorning nipples. He was not as tapered as Chad and Jeb but was still a mass of muscle and sinew that shouted power. His penis was as big as any in the league, a full 10” and 1 1/2” thick. It was his most formable weapon in subduing his victims with the ability to both gag and rend his poor opponents.
Miguel tired everything he could to ease the pain in his penis and tried to find ointments to hurry the healing process. But two days was not enough time to do much. His only hope was the rule against using sex holds until one had won the match.
The night of the match Miguel arrived at the arena thinking about how he could defeat Jorge without damaging his penis. A quick win with some potent holds would do the trick. He knew that Jorge was rather slow for his size and that was the logical weakness to work against. By the time of the introductions Miguel had his plan ready and knew he could win.
Miguel was already in the ring when Jorge made his entrance. The crowd went wild at seeing him. He was their favorite and they showed it. His brutality fitted the mindset of the rich types who made up the spectators. They came to see a handsome, well-built man destroyed by another man of equal beauty. The crowd would masturbate as the torture continued or would have a girl or boyfriend bring them by hand or mouth. Reaching climax as the victim surrendered or was knocked out had become a practiced art.
Just as Miguel turned to go to the center of the ring and begin combat, Jorge motioned for quiet so he could speak. He pulled down his trunks and took his penis into his hand. “Hey, boy. Do you see this? I am going to shove it down your open throat and drain my cum into you. Then I will piss into your belly as if you were a street drain. You cannot win. I am too much man for you.” Turning to the head judge he said, “I want a change in the rules for this match. I want the penis to be a legal target.” Miguel protested that this was not the way matches ran. But the judge said that the champion had the right under the rules to have a rule waved for a particular match. And so the rule was waved. Trunks also came off. Miguel knew at that moment he was being set up for defeat. There was little he could do except fight like hell. And fight like hell he would.
The bell sounded the beginning of the match. Miguel moved cautiously around the ring keeping a close eye on Jorge. The champ lunged for Miguel’s legs but missed as the lighter and faster man moved away. Miguel then made his own move and caught Jorge in a leg sweep that put him on the ground. Wasting no time the black muscleman put the champ into a body scissors and straightened his legs to put maximum pressure on the rib cage of his target. Jorge moaned as the pressure increased and Miguel realized he had it all over this would be star. But the champ was not about to let himself be beaten by this newcomer. He reached for Miguel’s penis and clamped his hand around it. The pressure was unbearable as Miguel’s tool began to expand and fill the champ’s hand. The unhealed wounds caused sharp burning pains to vibrate throughout his body. He had no choice but to break the hold and get away from the hand that clasped his manhood.
Jorge let go as Miguel released the hold. Both now stood face to face in the ring. Jorge put his hands on his hips and said to Miguel, “Do you think you can crush my dick with your hand, boy? Try it. I won’t hurt you.” Miguel thought this might be a ploy to sucker him into a bad move. But the reaction of the crowd served notice he could do nothing else but accept the challenge. Putting out his right hand he took the now huge instrument into his hand. The thickness more than the length impressed him. But he had to show this arrogant bastard he could be beaten. So he applied all the pressure he could muster to try and strangle his opponent’s cum ejection tool. But the more pressure he applied the bigger the grin on Jorge’s face. He was using every once of power but could not even get a wince out of Jorge. “This is what I would expect from a faggot like you. Can’t even make me feel a little pain. But what I do feel is waiting to explode into your mouth. Imagine this monster shoved into your mouth and expanding in your throat. It will make you shake from fear.”
With those words Jorge grabbed Miguel’s penis and in a matter of seconds his massive hands had engulfed the tool of the poor boy. With greater and greater force he slowly squeezed until the instrument began to spasm from the pain. The unhealed wounds burned in the sweaty hands of the champion. “Enjoy it, pussy, this is the last thing you will enjoy tonight.” Jorge pulled on the now squashed organ and sent Miguel into the ropes. As he came off Miguel felt a sharp blow as Jorge’s clothesline connected with the neck of the weakening man. Driven to the mat he struggled to regain his feet. Jorge landed several kicks to the head and body of Miguel before he lifted him by the hair. He lifted the black man and dropped him back first on his knee. He repeated the move three times saying each time, “Shall I break you, boy?” Miguel tried to collect himself and marshal his strength for a counter. After Jorge had dropped him to the mat Miguel waited for an opening. As Jorge approached to do more damage, Miguel drove toward Jorge’s legs and upended him. He fell to the mat with a thud. Now he could take the battle to his opponent, Miguel thought. He pulled the champ up by the hair and then applied a sleeper. Jorge was caught by surprise and took some time to recover. Miguel moved quickly to take advantage of the situation. As the powerful arms of Miguel encircled the neck of Jorge, the champ began to falter. His consciousness level began to drop. He knew that this was the end unless he could break the hold. That was now very easy. Putting his hand behind himself he took Miguel’s dick into his hand and jerked it to cause the cuts to send more burning pain into the body of his tormentor. Miguel tried to hold on but had to release the hold from the intensity of the pain.
Jorge was still groggy from the sleeper and Miguel was not about to let this inferior wrestler take him out. He moved against Jorge and sent a flying dropkick into the back of the champ. He went smashing into the corner and fell back into the ring.
Miguel again moved quickly landing a leg drop on the exposed chest of the champ. He sent a foot into the abdomen that caused Jorge to scream out in pain. Jorge was taken aback by the resilience of his opponent. He now had to bring even more effort to bear in order to regain control. Miguel was not concerned with Jorge’s dilemma. He simply had to keep up the pressure. Jorge felt a panic attack as he saw Miguel moving toward him with the grace and power of a jungle cat. Lifting Jorge by the head Miguel prepared for one of his finishing moves.
But Jorge was not champ for nothing. As he saw the coming attack he prepared to put an end to Miguel’s offensive. When he was about waist high to Miguel, he again placed his hand on the hard penis. Miguel tried to hold out but the pain was again unbearable. Jorge pushed Miguel to the ropes where he held him by the penis and applied the Sucker Fish. This was a long, debilitating use of the mouth on the nipples. Jorge had learned from Jeb about the weakness of many men in their nipples. He found his opponent had just such a weakness and he took advantage of it.
After several minutes Miguel had stopped any resistance and was being worked by the supple mouth of the white master. When he had him in this weakened state Jorge whipped him into the ropes and launched a flying dropkick of his own that sent Miguel sprawling outside the ring. Climbing to the top of the turnbuckle the champ launched himself on the slowing rising boy and connected with a flying forearm that again sent Miguel to the floor. Lifting him up Jorge rammed his back into the ring pole several times and then body slammed him to the floor. A knee drop on the chest and a foot to the head left Miguel all but out.
Taking Miguel into his grasp Jorge heaved him into the ring and followed quickly. He had the advantage and was going to use it to end this match with style and excruciating pain. He put Miguel into a compromising position on the turnbuckle. He put Miguel’s legs under the top cable of the turnbuckle. The body fell backwards into the ring hanging head down above the mat with his face and chest forward, the Tree of Woe. A series of kicks to the chest and a few more to the head left Miguel dangling semiconscious. Jorge made a run at the exposed Miguel and laid a drop kick on his torso. He repeated the move. Going to the far turnbuckle, Jorge climbed to the top and launch into a flying drop kick that made contact with Miguel's head. The spectators went wild with this show of athleticism and the distance Jorge traveled across the ring. Jorge was proving why he was the champ and the crowd favorite.
Jorge then went to his corner and took a drink from a bottle of water. As he went down to replace the bottle his hand caught some of the liquid. He then placed this wet hand into a small pile of white crystals that he had placed there before the match. With the crystals on his hand, he went over to the tied-up Miguel and placed his hand on the exposed penis rubbing the crystals into the wounds. Miguel gave out a piercing scream and howled to the rafters. The crystals were salt. The salt sent an unbelievable burning into the groin of the poor native wrestler. Entering the open wounds made every nerve in Miguel’s body overload. He yelled out his submission again and again as he pleaded and begged to be let go. Jorge was enjoying the little trick he was playing on this would be challenger. He began to jerk and rub the salt deeper into the violated manhood of his now defeated foe. The screams and yells continued unabated. The crowd applauded this new attack on the sex organ of the black man strung up like a piece of beef.
The spectators were busy coming to climax in the wake of this devastating assault upon the muscular body of the now beaten and submissive Miguel. Looking around the arena Jorge tried to gauge when everyone had been drained so as not to leave anyone unsatisfied. He looked to the boss’ box where the boss’ valet was servicing him orally. Jorge saw the pleasure in the boss’ face as he smiled never taking his eyes off the wriggling and screaming jobber being abused before him. The boss now had a new boy to service him. With a nod he let Jorge know he could end it now. Jorge almost regretted the end because he had never tried this trick before and liked the outcome it produced. He also wanted to send a message to Miguel and future opponents about what they could expect if they entered the ring against him. After a few final jerks of the penis Jorge raised his hands in victory and then released his crying victim for the next part of the evening’s festivities.
With Miguel on the mat holding his salt saturated dick in his hands, Jorge moved to the wriggling body. He slapped at Miguel’s hands and took the burning organ into his mouth. He slide his mouth up and down the shaft removing the salt. The relief of Miguel at this act caused him to whisper, “Thank you. Thank you.” But this was not Jorge’s act of mercy. He simply wanted to calm down his victim. Pulling Miguel up by the hair he raised him to his knees. Jorge played with his dick until it had grown to its huge size. Ready now he took Miguel and plunged his shaft into the waiting mouth of the defeated victim. He thrust himself viciously into the orifice trying to cause as much pain and discomfort as possible. He took the loser and put him seated with his back to the ring corner. Miguel’s head rested on the second strand of rope. Again, Jorge violated the mouth of his victim and began to shove into the native mouth with strong and forceful pelvic thrusts. The force of the penetration caused Miguel to panic. But Jorge kept up the pressure using his hold of the top ropes to give leverage while he drove harder and deeper into the throat of the fallen muscleman. The driving force of Jorge’s hips added to the pain. Miguel was totally overwhelmed by the champ and reduced to a passive masturbating tool for his conqueror. When the climax erupted, Jorge became even more aggressive. The orgasm of cum explosion filled him with unmatched satisfaction.
The mouth of this clown was a goldmine of pleasure both sexual and sadistic. Miguel gagged as the white fluid streamed down his throat. Another man’s cum was now inside him and it only raised the feeling of humiliation even more. Miguel had again been played with by a real man who treated him like a street walker. His ego was shattered. Jorge’s cum was now drained into the black barrel. But the second part of his promise to Miguel was yet to be fulfilled. As his penis went flaccid, Jorge began to drain his bladder. Urine flowed into the mouth and belly of the loser like a great river. “I said I would treat you like a street drain. Now learn who are your betters. If you try to challenge me again I will give Esteban a companion to share his time.” Now completely drained of everything Jorge took his tool out of Miguel’s mouth. Lifting Miguel over his head in a power move Jorge propelled the body of the black man a good twenty feet outside the ring. The spectators moved to Miguel’s position on the floor and began to share in the fun. Women from the audience took Miguel’s weakened penis into their hands and fondled it until it sat up at full attention. Some men started to pinch the nipples while one took a nipple into his mouth and started to bite it until the screams of his intended victim reached a peak.
Word came from the boss to end the night. His muscle bodyguard, Geraldo, lifted the twitching body of the boy and heaved him over his shoulder in a backbreaker. He wanted to have some fun as well. He bounced Miguel on his massive shoulders until the poor man screamed for release. Dropping him on the floor he lifted him up in a fireman’s carry and took him to the boss’ box. When inside he closed the door and the boss said, “It was beautiful. You are the best at making a climax explode beyond belief. I hope that you can appreciate how talented you are. I’ve never seen so much cum pooling on the floor. You made everyone squirt out their pleasure. Now you must perform one last job. Geraldo, my bodyguard, loves to fuck local ass. He is now going to fuck your ass, boy. Enjoy it.” With that Geraldo dropped his pants and putting the battered man on his back he lifted up Miguel’s legs and began the penetration of his anus target. He pushed in with power and fucked with incredible strength. Each thrust impaled Miguel on the massive dick of the giant. Miguel tried to hold back his tears and pain but, in the end, the huge tool was ripping his hole apart. He again begged for an end. Geraldo came in a flow of white liquid that felt to Miguel like an enema being pumped up his ass. Smiling with closed eyes Geraldo released Miguel and went into the washroom to clean up. The boss looked at the beaten form on the floor and said, “How did you like that, my slave? I have a great many things waiting for you and here’s one of them.” The boss took out his penis and began to stroke it. It would be several weeks before Miguel was healed enough to have a match. He could only wait and hope that this humiliation would end quickly.
