A Father’s Dream
Joey stepped on to the tarmac as he exited the small commercial jet that ferried passengers from Miami to the island. The air was clear and the breeze cooling in the tropical heat. A couple of steps behind him his father, Dave, deplaned with the carryon luggage. Today was a special day for Dave. His son would be fulfilling his dreams.
Dave was a frustrated wrestler. His greatest ambition was to work a major federation and garner kudos for his ring work and physical looks. An accident that killed his wife also caused tendon damage that made the world of high-class professional wrestling an unfulfillable dream. But there was Joey. Only 2 when his mother died, he had been the only concern of his father ever since. In Joey his ambitions would be completed.
Dave had carefully nurtured his son’s talents. High school and amateur bouts had allowed Joey to hone his skills and develop a quick and aggressive style of wrestling. Joey was really a lightweight in wrestling terms, 5’9” and 155. But to make a name for yourself you had move into at least the cruiserweight division. Most promoters took one look at him and said: “I don’t need a water boy. I need a wrestler.” Frustrated, Dave began to look farther afield. He sought out European promoters where lighter weights were common. One or two showed interest but said it would be several months before they could schedule anything. Dave wanted to unveil Joey sooner and kept up his search. One day while visiting a promoter in Trenton, N.J. he met an old friend from his wrestling days. As the conversation went along Dave heard about a scout working the area who seemed more interested in the smaller wrestlers. Dave got his name and number and placed a call. Happily the scout said he was willing to look at anyone. You never know when a good prospect will walk through the door. They made an appointment.
As Dave and Joey entered the hotel room, the scout took one look at Joey and said. “You’ve got to be kidding. No one takes a kid that young. The law says he must be 18 to wrestle professionally.” Dave wasted no time. “He is 18. His birthday was yesterday. Here is his birth certificate and driver’s license.” The scout looked skeptically at the documents and then back at Joey. “How old are you kid?” “18, sir.” “You’re the youngest 18 I ever saw.” Joey was pretty rather than handsome and that made him look younger than his age. Dave saw his hopes again being stymied. “Look. I know he looks young but believe me he is 18 and more importantly he can wrestle.” Putting his doubts aside the scout offered to call his boss and see what he said. “Get back to me tomorrow after 12 and I’ll let you know.”
Dave and Joey had a sleepless night. Both knew that this might be their last chance. Dave dialed the scout and held his breath. “The boss is interested. Be at the airport by 6 PM. Your tickets will be waiting for you.” Both of them hugged and cried at the luck of finally getting a chance to prove Joey’s ability.
Now they were here. But Dave still had to make contact with the man whose name he had been given. When they reached the small house that served as the terminal he asked for Mr. Smith. Yes, he was told. Mr. Smith had been told of their coming and should be here soon. Almost before the clerk finished Mr. Smith entered. “Welcome to our island and welcome to the West Indies Wrestling Club. This must be Joey. A fine young man, and a fine wrestler I wager. Please come with me. I will show you where you will be staying.”
The room was spare but comfortable. Joey went out to see the beach while Dave unpacked. The phone in the room rang. Picking it up Dave heard Mr. Smith say that Joey’s debut match was scheduled for 4PM tomorrow. They had no time to waste. Getting Joey, Dave put him through his paces. Some running. A little light weightlifting. And a solid dinner. Then early to bed. Dave and Joey had always shared a bed. Tonight was no different. But tonight Dave had a very important talk with his son. “Tomorrow you will get the opportunity we have worked for these several years. If you win we are set. If you loose then it’s back to the old ways. But win or lose I will respect you.” “Don’t worry. I am ready and I can do it.” Dave massaged his son’s chest and abdomen feeling the relaxation of the muscles. He moved to his tool and did the same. Joey gave a sigh as the masculine hand of the older man gently touched him and put his concerns to rest. There sexual relationship had brought them closer together since they had only each other in the world. Putting his mouth around the now engorged penis, Dave expertly brought his son to a climax and in a short time both had entered a restful and refreshing sleep.
The Chairman said, “You see Chad, technically you have not had a tryout match. So, I can’t let you into any club matches. Your participation in the Trevor and Alfie match was as a manager, not a wrestler. But we all saw your talent and have no doubts that you belong here with us. But we can’t let the other wrestlers feel that you’re getting special treatment. We have arranged what we think will be an interesting match up.” “How about letting me finish the match as a club match?" Chimed in Chad. “Yes.” Said the Chairman. “Club rules apply.”
Chad was in the dressing room with Jeb discussing the match. Jeb had made some important inquiries. What he found out confused Chad and later excited him. “A little kid? They want me to fight a kid.” “Yes,” said Jeb. “But he is also able to handle himself. He travels with his father who’s some kind of wannabe. The son is his ticket out of the rat race. Remember how we felt about Alfie and Trevor? Here’s another chance to do the same to a father and son team. Don’t worry, I’ll be with you.”
Dave and Joey left the locker room and walked down the runway to the ring. Joey had a lean yet pleasantly muscular body. A delicately sculpted chest topped by two protruding nipples would make any teenybopper squeal. Finely shaped abs were sensual rather than massive. Arms with a toned look made for a pleasing overall balance. Shapely legs with strong calves and smooth thighs completed the picture. Here was no muscleman or overdeveloped stud, rather a mythical Greek figure on the order of Haephestion, Alexander’s lover, or the young companions of Hercules or the Emperor Hadrian. Dave knew what he was doing. His son was ideal for winning over the young ladies as well as men who saw themselves in the Greek image of mature soldier mentoring the young recruit. The overall affect was one of beauty and balance and sensual attractiveness. This was how he would overcome his relatively small size of 5’7” and 155 lbs. That plus speed and aggression.
Dave came out as manager. But here managers also stripped revealing a handsome and muscular man who showed the beginnings of maturity. His good-looks and muscular body belied his 36 years. He was more muscular (5’ 11” and 180 lbs) than his son with shapely arms just at the point of bulging but without destroying the aesthetic pleasure of the whole effect. Nicely rounded pectorals and large nipples showed a similarity with his boy. Again his legs had more definition than Joey’s and were longer. His abs were defined just enough to tempt a young woman. It was obvious who the model was that Dave used to create the physical form of his young man. Massaging Joey’s shoulders and arms Dave prepared his boy for his tryout.
Chad walked purposefully into the area as if he were a man on a mission. 6’2” and 225 lbs he was an impressive figure. Since coming to the club he had spent much time in the gym putting on weight and definition. Arms and legs now had the bulge of a muscleman, but not enough to overwhelm the stately figure. A chest brandishing two protruding, enticing nipples was enough to cum in your pants. A strong back tapered up to broad and powerful shoulders and a muscle protected neck.
Dave took one look at Chad and turned to the Chairman. “This is not acceptable. He must outweigh my boy by 60 lbs.” Chad interrupted, “70 actually.” Ignoring Chad Dave again addressed the Chairman. “My son is a lightweight who can do cruiserweight but this is obscene. Put him against someone his own weight or we’re out of here.” The Chairman made things clear to Dave. “We have no weight classes here. This is a tryout match. We aren’t looking just for winners. We can vote not to accept anyone into the club or we can take both or we can take just one. We want ring presence, wrestling skill, audience interaction, and attractive looks. If you don’t think Joey can do those things then you can withdraw.” Taken aback by the Chairman, Dave, clearly flustered, started to retreat. “I just want to protect my boy’s well being, you understand.” “Yes, I understand perfectly. Now you must understand that you will play by our rules. Yes or no?” Dave saw all his efforts going down like a plane with its tail on fire. “Dad,” a young voice said. “I can do what they want and win. But win or lose they will know they have been in a fight.” Dave said, “We accept.”
The bell sounded. Chad looked at Joey and broke into a sly smile. This was going to be fun. Joey made a quick move around Chad and put on a reverse body lock. Chad grabbed the smaller boy’s hands and separated them easily. A butt with his ass put the youngster down on his bottom. The audience laughed. Embarrassed Joey got up and ran toward the big muscle man but at the last second did a slide between his legs and avoided his arms. “That’s the way, boy. Use speed and aggression,” called out Dave. He repeated the move again leaving a frustrated man in the middle of the ring. Chad was more annoyed than angry. “You’ve got speed. I’ll give you that,” said Dave. “But speed won’t save you from firepower,“ retorted the now embarrassed powerhouse.
Joey felt his confidence level rise and his dad yelled encouragement. “Keep away from his power. Hit and run. Hit and run.” Hit and run is exactly what Joey did. He laid a kick to Chad’s lower leg and retreated out of range. He jumped quickly on the ropes and came down with an axe handle on Chad’s neck. “B and B,” said Dave. Joey kicked Chad directly in the bottom of his butt and then when Chad was distracted by this, he came around the front and landed a straight kick to his belly button. Again, going to the ropes Joey climbed to the top of the turnbuckle and launched a flying drop kick that caught Chad in the middle of his shoulder blades sending him into the ropes and bouncing back into Joey who landed a standing kick to the back of Chad’s head. Stunned by the variety of the attacks and their speed the muscle god was reeling now and could not stand upright without holding on to the ropes.
Jeb, in his brother’s corner, tried to tell Chad how to handle the situation. “Stay put. Don’t let him get behind you. Finesse, big brother.” But for the moment the encouragement did little to help. Joey upended the bigger man by taking hold of his legs and pulling him down to the mat. A knee drop across Chad’s chest left him in pain. A second hit on his left leg followed by another on the right had the young Apollo rubbing his calves to make the pain go away. The crowd was slowly moving over to Joey’s side.
This was not supposed to happen. This was supposed to be an easy walkover for the more massive Chad. If he let this go on too much longer, he might not be the one voted into the club. He watched Joey as he moved around the ring. He had the step of a cat and the speed and grace of a gazelle. Chad knew that at some moment he would find himself in a position to reverse the flow of the match. But when and how?
Joey did not linger to think about his next move. He had been well taught and his limited but intense experience were being showcased in front of the selection committee. Dave smiled at the success of his boy and the ability he had shown in avoiding direct confrontation with someone who outclassed him in weight, size, and experience. His son would come out on top and be selected to join the club.
Chad sat winded in his corner with Jeb advising him. “You have got to mount some kind of offence and soon! They are clearly turning to the kid as the face and your being laughed at as the jobber. Right now I wouldn’t vote for you.” Chad said: “Fuck! How does he keep going?” Jeb countered: “His back is his weakness. He doesn’t have the development. Go for it.”
Chad got up from off the mat and took in a large breath to fill his overworked lungs. Joey continued his aggressive ways. As he saw Chad get up from the mat he launched a counterstrike. But this time the white crusader had more to offer. He ducked under Joey’s attempted clothesline and let fly a massive backhanded hit that caught Joey in middle of his shoulder blades. Stunned by the hit Joey fell into the ropes and bounced back. Chad was waiting for him. A knee lift into the back put Joey on his knees arching back from the pain inflicted on his lower spine. Now Chad could use his power advantage since he had slowed down the kid’s high-speed attack.
Taking a handful of Joey’s blond hair, he lifted the boy up and slapped him a few times to lay on the embarrassment. Chad said to the teenager in his grasp, “When you try to show me up in the ring I will be without mercy. You just bought a whole lot of trouble for yourself boy. And don’t think that wannabe father of yours can help.” With that he raised his fist and drove it into the face of the young wrestler. He repeated the move three times. Letting him fall he stomped on his chest and abs. Joey’s father saw the turn of events and yelled at his son, “Brave, be brave. Fight back.” Joey heard the words but lacked the strength to comply.
Chad picked the boy up in a cradle and let him fall across his knee. He fell to the floor. Picked up again he was flung across the ring and bounced into the turnbuckle. When he staggered forward Chad moved in to put on a bearhug. Chad was not a bearhug person but the smaller frame of Joey made the hold more effective. He pulled the youngster to him and felt their dicks touch. That was all he needed. He put immense pressure on Joey’s back grinding his fist into the small of his back and lifting him off the ground. Chad’s dick began to grow. This kid had an attraction for Chad. Pretty and lean with just enough muscle to be a turn on. As he held the boy up, he rubbed their groins together and shook the young frame in his grip, up and down and side to side, to stimulate his juices. As the boy started to show signs of blacking out Chad let him go. Turning to Joey’s father he said, “I’m going to like this. He has a humpy bod and a nice feel. When I finish beating him wrestling I’m going to use him to enjoy myself.” Dave’s faced flushed at the words and started to move to the ring when Jeb’s arms went around Dave like iron hoops. “You will not interfere with my brother, understand. He just wants to have some fun. Get in the way and you may get back something less than the boy you have now.” Dave pulled back and Jeb let go but stayed within easy reach of the father.
Chad raised Joey in a military press and paraded around with him showing off his body since lifting the kid was no great physical effort. Then he launched him across the ring where he landed with a thud on his back not moving but moaning deeply. Walking over he put on a choke slam that planted the young man like a tree in the ground. Chad was getting tired of handling such an easy target so he tried to think of ways to use his victim in a more creative manner. He put Joey on his shoulder and climbed to the top rope where he military pressed the boy and heaved him as high in the air as possible and then threw him at the other corner. He almost made it, but Joey fell hard on the mat.
Now for the Chad Rack. Heaving the boy on his shoulders Chad executed his signature hold. High on his back Joey was stripped and hand raped by the brutal but expert Chad. “Sorry about the show, people, but this punk has no dick worth talking about. If its 5 inches at full extension I’ll be surprised.” The hand action went on, at times Chad’s hand completely covered the boy’s tool. He finally came in a dribble. “If this is all this kid can shoot get him into ballet not wrestling. Or else someone has already worked him over and drained him. I wonder who that could be?” Chad looked in Dave’s direction. His face again flushed but this time he made no move. Dropping Joey, Chad said, “So you do screw with your kid. What a pervert.” This time Dave did react but Jeb was too close and too fast. He landed a double axe handle on the back of Dave’s neck and sent him into the apron. Shaken up but fully conscious Dave looked into the ring to see a smiling Chad with Joey. Chad had Joey in an abdominal stretch pulling on the kid’s penis at the same time. “Have you ever been with a real man, kid, I mean someone not like your wimpy father.” Joey’s response was “He is more of a man than you could ever imagine.” Chad added, “I don’t think so. I had him once and he was a coward and a slave boy. He sucked my dick for an hour and by the end had brought me 3 times. He gave up in this very hold but tried to say I cheated. How can you cheat when there are no rules.
Dave suddenly remembered his apartment house match about 5 years before. Needing money, he had ignored his tendon damage and took the match. It was Chad who had beaten him. He had felt humiliated being defeated by a young man who was so expert at sexual manipulation. Now he felt terror as he realized his son was in the hands of this same fiendish monster. Jeb, however, keep Dave under control and out of the action, at least for now.
Letting the hurting boy drop to the ground, Chad reached for the small but inviting tits that adorned the kid’s pecs. He put a crushing squeeze on them and lifted the screaming boy to his feet. With sheer power he lifted and twisted and shook the young man by the nipples as if he were a rag doll. He bounced him up and down and swung him from side to side until Joey’s screams became glass breakers. “Never miss an opportunity to crush a tit. It is more painful than you can imagine,” Chad said to Jeb. With one last giant swing by the nipples he sent Joey hurtling across the ring and crashing into the turnbuckle. The suffering boy put his hands on his brutalized nipples and cried with load painful wails. “Oh, I hurt the poor little thing. Bad Chad.” Chad was getting up a head of steam. He picked up his crying opponent and put his hand on the kid’s ball sack. With one hand throttling his throat he felt for the balls inside the sack. He found one and put it between his thumb and forefinger. “Do you want kids of your own? No? Then let me help you.” With that he began to apply pressure on the ball until a screeching Joey seemed to pass out. “You still have a ball, boy. Be thankful I let you keep it.” Dave lay helpless, pinned to the side of the ring by Jeb. Jeb remarked to Dave, “My brother can reduce a man to jello. Should Chad take away his sex and make him a bitch as well?” The threat made Dave regret putting his son threw this horrendous experience.
Chad felt his sadistic persona taking over. He lost all sense of balance and had only three objectives: inflict pain, extract pleasure and degrade. A little more pain was in order. He moved his hand from Joey’s throat to his hair and grabbed a shock of blond locks. He pulled back putting the youngster on the ropes facing into the ring. He groped until he found the other ball and again put it into his vise grip. “Please stop, don’t hurt me anymore,” Joey pleaded between sobs and screams. “You don’t get it do you, boy. You’re my toy. And after I play with my toys I break them. Just the way I’m going to break you.” Joey screamed out “Dad, help me. Please make him stop. It hurts.” Dave could only feel his son’s pain because he could make no move to help him.
As he began to squeeze the ball Chad said to Joey, “Don’t worry, I’ll leave you your manhood but you will never want to get in the ring with me or my family.”
Chad needed a release now. He picked up the whimpering boy and set him up for a tombstone piledriver. But instead of doing the move he put his ever-growing dick into the kid’s mouth. He pinned his head between the second rope of the turnbuckle and his own pelvis. Then he began to plunge his penis into the mouth of the suffering thing. He pushed and drove and slammed as deep into the boy as he could. His tool grew and hardened with each insertion. Then, thinking of the beauty of the destruction he had dumped on his victim he shot his load into the young body before him. He shook with pleasure as the stream of his manhood flowed into this pathetic boy who sought to challenge him.
Holding on to Joey he climbed backward up the turnbuckle until he reached the second strand. There he launched himself into the ring. Joey landed on his back with Chad on top of him planting him on the canvas with all of his 225 lbs and with his hard and stiff dick still in Joey’s mouth. “Want some, little brother.” Chad spoke to Jeb. He took a pair of handcuffs, one end on Dave wrist with the other end on the ring post. Now cut out of the action Dave was not a factor. Jeb climbed into the ring and Chad handed over the broken and abused young body to satisfy Jeb’s urgings. He laid the boy down on the mat and mounted him face to face. Rubbing his groin against the suffering groin of his gift, he began to passionately kiss the mouth of the boy until he too felt the cum rise which exploded on the victim under him.
Dave was released from his handcuffs but was restrained by the security people. Jeb and Chad now prepared for the coup de grace. Turning to the Chairman they asked if this match could be concluded using club rules instead of tryout rules. The Chairman nodded yes. The brothers picked up Joey and prepared for a crowd-pleasing finish. Chad put Joey into a bearhug. Then Jeb placed himself a short distance in front of Chad. Chad lowered the body of the young man until Jeb could place the head between his large and strong legs. They each plunged forward forcing the head and groin down while the trunk of the body was being arched up from the pressure. The boy’s body was now bending in ways that were never intended. But the brothers moved forward until the arch of the torso was bent in ugly and painful ways. Dave pleaded with the brothers, “Please don’t hurt him. He is all I have.” Chad answered then, “Tell me is he your son or your son and lover?” Silence. “OK lets off him.” Dave yelled, “He is my lover.” Jeb put in his two cents, “Father and lover, what a pervert. We need to save this boy from a monster like you.” Chad told Jeb to drop the boy. Dave saw his boy lying on the canvas writhing in pain and yelled, “I’m going to kill you bastards.”
Chad motioned to security to let Dave go. He charged into the ring only to be met with a leg sweep that put his back on the ground followed by a flying elbow from Jeb. The brothers began their second fun period. Kicking Dave in the groin and head Chad pulled him up by the hair and threw him in the ropes. As he came off Chad grabbed him and held him over his shoulder while Jeb smashed his face with a punch that sent him sprawling. Jeb now lifted up the older man and did a front atomic drop again targeting his nuts. Chad returned with a knee drop across the chest and another to the throat. There wasn’t much left of Dave at this point but the fun had not finished.
Chad put Dave into a full nelson while Jeb played with his tits. “Do you take your kid into your mouth?” asked Jeb. Squeezing his nipples he repeated the question. Dave refused to answer. Jeb said, ”I think he should make you feel good. Let’s try it now.” Dave stared in horror at the thought of what they intended to do. Jeb put the ravaged Joey in the center of the ring. Chad forced Dave to straddle the body and then forced him down on his knees just above Joey’s face. Jeb took Joey’s broken body and raised his head, forcing the kid’s mouth open. He grabbed Dave’s penis and put it into the mouth of his boy. With a hand on either side of the boy’s head he pushed it back and forth over the growing tool of his father. Chad took both of Dave’s arms using one hand, tying one with his arm and the other with same hand. With the other hand he began to fondle and manipulate the tits of the terrified man. In the end he was defeated by the power of the brothers and came in a huge gush into his boy’s mouth. Tears filled his eyes and a shaking controlled his body.
Standing Dave up they decided that his lover need some more work done on his body. Freddy had been almost invisible during the match, being seated in the audience. He was called into the ring and was given the battered boy. Freddy needed no encouragement and took the broken boy into the corner and placed his tool in the mouth of the wimpy kid. Just as in the previous match he felt an exhilaration of spirit and the physical satisfaction of sexually assaulting this beautiful teen boy. Holding on to the ropes for leverage he keep up his driving thrusts into the raw orifice of Joey. How could he exceed his previous pulsating feelings this time? Closing his eyes he imagined himself as a Greek god using humanity for his pleasure. Joey became the tool of the god for his ultimate sexual satisfaction. With each plunge into the opening his desires reached a level of an incredible sexual need for release. The god spewed his cum into his human slave. Freddy had reached the pinnacle of sexual domination and satisfaction with this young thing he had made his own property. Chad and Jeb couldn’t believe how masterful Freddy had become at reducing men and boys to the status of personal sex objects, robbing them of their humanity.
Chad now took the pacified Dave and putting him in the center of the ring began the pleasurable task of fucking this older man in full view of his son and the audience. Chad loved pushing his weapon into an opponent and feel his resistance trying to avoid the degradation of being turned into a sex toy. Dave was so beaten that he had little resistance left. Chad made every push go as deep as possible. He wanted to render Dave as little more than a whore serving her client. Dave was the means to that end. Smiling with devilish overtones, Chad made Dave feel every moment of pain possible. What a way to enter the club, by showing he was the master of wrestling and the most perfect sexual manipulator and bringer of pain on his opponent. The final explosion ended the match. But taking a cue from the Trevor match Chad caught the cum expelled from Dave’s hole and turning him over rubbed his face in the manhood of the superior specimen that crushed his body and spirit.
Ringing applause and shouts of approval filled the arena. Again, taking the two victims, Chad with Dave and Jeb with Joey, performed what had become a ritual for them. They threw the man and boy out of the ring to the refrain “Time to take out the garbage.” A cringe inducing plop was heard as each body hit the floor.
They had done it again. They were the new crowd favorites and their future was secure. Dave and Joey went back to the States to find whatever work they could. Joey became a favorite jobber for most promoters, being used to stir the sexual feeling of the audience. Dave made a good valet for the more mature wrestlers. They often made a little extra money hiring out as escorts for older men and women providing them with the sex often denied because of age. Joey, in particular, was in demand with his sweet innocence and boyish body. It was a living.
