Plowing the Farmer
Ethan owned a farm in one of the smaller counties in the state. He was married to his high school sweetheart. Like most farmers he spent much of his day working around the farm hoping his crop will come in and the weather will hold. So far, he had managed to make ends meet on the small place his father had left him, but there were always bills to be paid and unexpected expenses to deal with. To boost his income, he had become a wrestler at local county fairs. It brought in some extra cash. He had been trained by a retired wrestler in a small town close to his farm. But now he wanted to put his training to work to make his skills more profitable. He contacted a pro federation a few counties away and sought to get a booking that would establish him as a credible wrestler and also provide another source of income. At 30 he was 6’1” and 190 and had the size and the muscles to succeed. When he went for his interview, the manager asked him to do some moves in his ring with another prospect. Ethan clearly had the better tryout with his prior training and experience. The manager thought he would be a good draw with his handsome looks and muscular body. He would make a great face to pit against his heels. He got the booking with a promise of more work if he did well in his inaugural match. Ethan was ecstatic at this opportunity. His wife felt that maybe this was the way to make their world more livable. What Ethan did not know was the kind of wrestling that went on here. It was no holds barred. Dominate your opponent. Crush his body and his spirit.
The manager, Harold, knew what he had in Ethan. He was the new boy who would attract his clientele to see another muscular body in combat. He had to play this right to get the maximum effect with the fans and to add to his own wallet. He had a betting operation on the side that let the fans put down money on their favorite wrestlers. It doubled his income. Ethan was a good investment if it worked out as he planned.
Knowing how the system worked, Harold wanted a good story line that would keep Ethan in the spotlight for several weeks. First, the defeat to build up interest, then the victory to excite the crowd, followed by a major buildup to a clash of champions to pull in the most cash possible. He picked his opponents for the matches very carefully. For the first match he chose Greg, a young man who was the most handsome and enticing wrestler in his stable who had gained a significant following among the fans. He was their champion. He was 25 standing 6’2” about 190 and with a beautiful white skin and muscle that could have been sculpted by Michelangelo. Harold knew that this match would drive the crowd crazy seeing two handsome, muscular men go at it in the ring and then having one overpower and sexually destroy the other.
Getting Ethan into this type of match was the issue. He called Ethan to his office while he worked out in the gym. Now he had to explain to Ethan what the young farmer had got himself into. In a direct and uncomplicated manner, he outlined for Ethan what kind of match he would be involved in. Ethan just stared at Harold as he went on. Suddenly Ethan was confronted with a choice. To continue or walkout now. Harold, sensing the conflict in Ethan, quickly added that his payout would be double what he had promised him. The money had been his main reason for signing now he was offered even more. Ethan decided to take the risk and said yes. Harold promised that he would schedule more matches for Ethan whether he won or lost. He told the young farmer that this could be the start of a financially successful career.
The night before his debut match he explained to his wife what was going to happen. She was more than a little shocked at what Ethan told her. “Do you really want to do the kinds of things they said you would be using in the ring? You have always been a straight arrow and that is how I see you”, she said. Ethan had to calm her fears and show that he could take care of himself in the ring. “You know that I am good wrestler and there is little chance I will be beaten. As for the rest, just think of all we can do with the money we will have”, was his response. She was still apprehensive about the whole affair but was willing to go with him on this new journey. Ethan held her close and gently touched her breasts bringing on a level of sexual arousal. She took him to the bedroom and undressed him and herself laying down next to each other. She touched his chest and moved to his thighs, arousing his own feelings of desire. Kissing him she took his penis into her hands and began to stroke it until it grew to a rigid rod. Bringing her mouth to his nipples, she increased the feeling of excitement he began to experience. Ethan rolled over and took her breasts into his hands and massaged them before putting own mouth on the large nipples adorning his wife. He moved on top of her and worked his tool into position, slowly sliding into the inviting hole his wife presented. She reacted to the entry with a small contraction of her body, but then gave Ethan a wet kiss and drew him further inside of her with her arms around him. The motions complimented each other until both felt their climax coming on. They both moved with vigor to share this moment together. The satisfaction from this love making seemed to put all their concerns to bed. Something they now did.
Greg had been the fan favorite for over a year. He had beaten all his opponents with power and domination. His sexual appeal only added to the crowd desire to see him destroy his victim and then abuse him and degrade him in full view of the audience. He was interested in knowing more about his upcoming match. He approached Harold and asked, “Is this farm boy any good or are you throwing me a bone?” Harold answered, “He is a nice guy who has only wrestled in the traditional way. I had to convince him with more money to take the match. I think you will find him a good possibility for a pleasing contest. I know you can make this entertaining for the people” Greg said. “Can you make it interesting for me now?”. Harold and Greg had become sex partners. Harold had been a bodybuilder and part time wrestler before buying the federation. At 35 he was still a sight to behold. He stood 6’1” and weighed a lean 178. He continued his body work in the federation gym and was toned and muscular. For Harold, Greg was his cash cow and his source of pleasure.
Greg pulled Harold from his chair and began to kiss him. He put his arms around his partner and rubbed his groin against his boss’. Both began to have sensations that demanded release. Taking off their clothes, they moved to the empty arena and lay down on the mat. Harold began to fondle Greg’s penis and balls in a way that caused Greg to go stiff with the feeling of release he experienced. He stopped Harold because he wanted more than a quick hand job. Greg began to kiss the body of Harald at every point of his anatomy. Nipples, chest, penis, thighs, legs, received attention and then a kiss on the lips gave Harald the same desire for release. He took Greg on top of him and had the boy do frottage on his body until both reached orgasm and expelled their cum on each other’s belly and groin. “I will love to deal with this country boy you have served up for me’, Greg whispered. Harold knew now he had made a good investment in Ethan.
The match had already caused waves of excitement in the wrestling fan base. Hearing that their favorite was going against a local farmer had many asking who this new competitor was. They were told he was a local wrestler who had all the qualities for a great match. He was handsome, muscular, and well endowed. The advance ticket sale was more than Harald could have imagined. More and more his signing Ethan was working out just as he had intended. But there was the reality of the match to deal with. He spoke with Greg before the match. “Carry him for about five minutes until the crowd gets some feeling about him. Then do your usual squash. In fact, make it beyond what you have done before. I want the fans to demand to see him again to experience another rush of emotional and sexual satisfaction. But I have a plan for Ethan that will keep him in the spotlight for the next few weeks.” Greg was really turned on by Harald’s words. “Don’t worry. I know just what you want.”
As the introductions were to begin, Ethan stepped on to the runway and began his walk to the ring. The crowd was impressed with his manly body and handsome face. Maybe this was the guy who might beat Greg. Few doubted that Greg would again be victorious. “Here is the new participant in our wrestling show, Ethan the Fighting Farmer.” A small wave of applause accompanied the announcement. A few seconds later, Greg entered the arena. The crowd went into overdrive at the sight of their favorite. His beauty and stature turned on many a penis and vagina among the fans. “Here is your sex pulsing, eye pleasing, master of pain, Greg the Warrior Prince.” The scene was set for the clash of muscle and skill.
The bell sounded. Two masses of flesh came together like two freight trains or better like two bulls out to decide who would rule the herd. A collar and elbow tie up started the match as was usual. Ethan than grabbed hold of Greg’s arm and executed an arm drag that sent Greg bouncing across the ring. Stopped by the ropes he sat for a moment with a surprised look on his face. He had underestimated his foe. Here was real power to fear and an opponent who anticipated his tactics. Greg had to think quickly how to counter this farm boy.
Ethan did not give him much time to think. He was on the young muscle man in a second and pulled him up by the hair. An arm on the shoulder and one between the legs led to a body slam that shook the ring. Stunned and taken aback Greg tried to rise only to have Ethan land an elbow drop right on his sternum. With the breath knocked out of him Greg could do little but roll on the mat hoping to escape the attack being visited on him. But escape was not possible. Ethan was relentless in his pursuit. A kick to the head. A leg drop on one and then the other leg. A sit out across the throat. It seemed Ethan had every move in the book. Greg began to have doubts about his ability to meet this powerhouse. He also knew what would follow a loss to this unknown individual. Sexual humiliation, and in front of his fans.
Ethan continued to assault Greg with a constant stream of moves. Grabbing his arm again Ethan threw him into the corner with such power the ring shook. He followed this up with a running clothesline that nailed Greg in the neck. With his back to the turnbuckle the blond warrior absorbed the full force of the hit. After planting a foot in Greg’s solar plexus, he put his hands behind the young man’s head and jumped up putting his feet in Greg’s midsection to perform a beautiful monkey flip that shot Greg halfway across the ring. Stalking his prey Ethan went to the prone form of his opponent and raised him up like a dead lift in the gym. Holding Greg on his shoulders he paraded with him around the ring stopping in front of Harald as if to say I can win the traditional way.
The crowd grew frenzied like a pack of sharks that smelled blood in the water. Could this be the end of Greg? Several ladies put their hands into the pants of their dates and started to fondle them in anticipation of the sexploitation to come not knowing this was not in the makeup of Ethan.
Ethan let go and Greg fell behind him hitting the ring face first. Ethan had his opponent, and he would defeat him without the disgusting sex and violence Harald and the fans expected. Jumping to the second strand of the ring ropes he stood with his arms open and flexed in front of the confused and yet engrossed crowd, letting them know, “I am not a degenerate to give you pleasure. I am a man with honor.” Harald was beside himself at what was happening. His plan was on the verge of collapse. Greg had to turn things around now.
Greg was just stirring as Ethan went up on the ropes. He saw his assailant addressing the crowd. But he had his back to Greg. That was all he needed. Ethan’s one mistake would be his chance. Despite the pain he felt and the numbness in his muscles it was now or never. He rose up as quickly as he could while the noise of the crowd and Ethan’s attempted victory announcement distracted his target. Harald and everyone in the arena saw what was coming. But Greg moved so quickly, and Ethan was so consumed with his proclamation of honor to the crowd he never saw it coming.
From behind Ethan, Greg let loose with a well-aimed pump handle blow between Ethan’s legs. The hit found its mark. The look of pain and shock on Ethan’s face told everything. His wife, who had seen him as the soon to be victor, was reduced to tears as she saw her husband fouled by his opponent. Grabbing his pain filled groin Ethan lost his balance and fell backward hitting his head and back on the mat full force. Greg never hesitated a moment. He placed Ethan at an angle from the ring corner. He then climbed to the top rope and jumped as high as he could landing with his knee across the throat of his nemesis. Ethan put his hands to his throat and rolled in agony around the ring. With “Farm boy nuts for dinner,” coming out of his mouth Greg began his attack on the muscle dirt farmer that had tried to humiliate him. Payback would be sweet.
The whole momentum of the match had now shifted. The crowd reaction told everything. The crowd now came to life. “Do it to him. Milk him.” “Smash his dick.” “Show the monkey his cage.” “No mercy, no submission. Ruin him.”
Greg needed no encouragement. He had the bull by the horns and wasn’t about to let go. He returned the favor of the sit out across his neck and added a knee to the forehead for good measure. He knew he could not relent just in case Ethan made a comeback the way he had. The killer instinct took over. Don’t just win. Break, humiliate, crush, stomp, destroy, enjoy. He was the warrior at full bloom. No muscle-bound field hand was going to show him up. He was the devastator, the dominator, the master. Here now he had his path to savage retribution on the man who had almost beaten him. He looked at Ethan’s wife and said, “Your life is in my hands. He is your life and I will fuck your life in front of you.”
Greg went over to Ethan who was slowly trying to get up. Pulling his hair, he lifted him to his feet. Another pump handle from behind sent Ethan to the canvas again. More hair pulling. On his knees Ethan became a target for a knee lift to the face. A second and third followed in rapid succession. Lifted again to his feet Greg whipped him into the turnbuckle following this up with a dropkick that caught Ethan with his back to the corner and nowhere to go thus taking the full force of the move. Greg moved in to pummel Ethan in the corner. Putting his hand on Ethan’s chest he sent several punches into his face.
In the middle of his assault, he noticed something about Ethan. As his hand ran across Ethan’s chest he rubbed against his nipples. Ethan seemed to respond to this move even with the pain he was under. Greg tried again and this time touched the nipples with both hands. Ethan went stiff and his nipples hardened and stood out. Was he that lucky, Greg thought to himself. He had discovered in his bouts that about a quarter of men have unusually sensitive nipples. So sensitive that any manipulation would trigger a sexual reaction: hardening of the penis, increased desire, weakening of the muscles, distraction. Every opponent he had wrestled who showed this reaction had fallen into his hands with gushing results. Now he had the key to make this a memorable encounter. Taking Ethan’s nipples between his fingers he slowly twisted them until they were fully extended and hardened.
A series of forearm smashes followed the nipple attack. Without waiting Greg tossed the weakened man to the center of the ring. Following quickly Greg again went for the nipples this time pulling Ethan up by them. The dominated man was clearly losing his ability to resist what little resistance he had left. “I’m going to milk this boob, friends. He will be my bitch from here on out.” With those words Greg pulled Ethan’s legs from under him so that he fell to the mat. Now was the time to put this bitch in his place. He laid down near Ethan and put his hand into Ethan’s trunks taking control of the farmer’s penis. His mouth moved to the pink lumps on Ethan’s chest. A vigorous sucking followed as he brought Ethan to an ecstasy of excitement. He owned him. Ethan was going to come in the middle of the ring with no effort to resist. The end of the new boy could be counted in seconds. Pulling down on Ethan’s tights so all could see the end, Greg worked the tool to full size, a good 9 inches. Big and white, round and firm, cut and now exposed, the penis became the object of every eye in the house. The aroused crowd began the chant, “Bring the bitch.” The rhythm of the chant and Greg’s pumping became one. His mouth kept the sensitive tits responsive. Ethan had totally surrendered to his conqueror. His wife began to sob at the sight of her husband being abused and milked by this younger but dominating person. With a massive thrust of his hips Ethan exploded into the ring with a gush of white cum shooting a foot or more into the air. Ethan kept up the manipulation until he was sure he had emptied the older man of everything he had. He took some of the cum on his hand and wiped it across his chest the way an ancient fighter would wipe the blood of his defeated enemy to announce his victory.
Lifting Ethan up by the hair Greg pulled down his tights and drew out his tool now extended to a full 10 inches. Putting the penis into Ethan’s mouth he began to fuck him as powerfully as he could. This was no time for finesse. Raw control and domination were what was called for now. Lunging forward with his pelvis he drove the full length into Ethan’s mouth driving down into his throat. Bang, bang, bang. Like a piston on an old steam engine Greg’s thrusts became stronger and deeper. Silent spectators could only hear Greg’s grunts as he plunged into the masculine mouth before him. Then came a cry of exaltation and release as the white fluid was propelled into another defeated wreak. Greg had never felt such satisfaction. He wanted this to go on and on to a crashing finish.
Raising Ethan by the ears he put him into a new predicament. Standing behind him Greg pushed Ethan into a bending position. He put his still stiff cock into Ethan’s hole and started to fuck him with as much power and energy he could muster. Wriggling from the feelings inside him Ethan surrendered to the hard muscle dominating him. Just before he came, he turned to Ethan’s wife and said, “I just gave you a gift. Maybe some of it will work its way into his penis and give you the satisfaction of feeling the cum of a real man.
Everyone waited for the next act of dominance to take place. Letting Ethan fall as he withdrew his cock he stood over the devastated form of Ethan. Putting Ethan's head between his legs, Greg put his arms around Ethan's belly and raised him to his shoulders and dropped him full force on his back. He repeated the move with even more pounding force. Again, a third time he drove the poor farmer into the mat as if to drive him through it. After this inhuman assault, Ethan lay on his back unconscious. Turning Ethan over Greg put his defeated victim into a camel clutch. Greg put Ethan’s arms over his legs and his own hands under the man’s chin and began to pull back with all the power he could muster. He rough handled Ethan shaking him like a child’s doll. He wanted his victory to be about power and control. About a man dominating another man and reducing him to the level of sex toy. Harald had to come into the ring to stop the massacre. Greg fought to keep up the punishment but with help from the arena staff Ethan was finally broken free from Greg’s sadistic climax. The arena was in a state of pandemonium as it reacted to the incredible match they had just seen. The cheers for Greg were greater than ever before. The handsome and beautiful muscle wrestler had earned their respect. His physical and sexual degradation of another man of beauty and muscle was the epitome of the sport as practiced here.
Harald had Ethan taken to his office where he was examined by the medical attendant. As he slowly overcame the pain of the beating he had endured and regained his conscious self, Harald had to make sure his plan would go forward. Speaking to Ethan he commented on how successful the match had gone. “Successful!” repeated Ethan. “Yes. The fans loved every minute of it. You made the match. Do you know how close you came to winning? Now is not the time to quit. You have just broken the surface of your potential. Let me put you into a match with a less experienced wrestler. Be a destroyer in the ring. Give the crowd what they want, and you can write your own ticker.” Ethan hesitated. Harald quickly responded, “How about triple what you got tonight?” Ethan was trapped. The money was too good to ignore. He could bring himself to do the things Greg had done to him. “Yes, I will.”
