A Trip to South America
A Chad and Jeb Story
Miguel had heard about the wrestling club in Bogotá from a training partner. He had been training as a bodybuilder for several years now but had never thought it could lead to some real money. But he learned that the club paid well-built men good money to wrestle. Having wrestled in school and the military he felt confident with his skills. Contacting the director, he was told to come for an audition and see if he was the kind of man they were looking for. They were. He walked into the office, took off his shirt and got a contract for a match in a few days. He could not believe his luck. He spent the time lifting and practicing his wrestling moves with a friend. As the night for his debut approached, he felt butterflies but knew he had the strength and stamina to go the distance.
Miguel was a fine specimen. He was of African, American Indian and European ancestry. At 34 many would consider him old for the ring but his body and health were those of a much younger man. He was average height at 5’11” but his body weight was a solid 209. He was well proportioned but not bulging. He had a true wrestler’s body.
On the way to the club, he wondered what his opponent would be like. No one had said anything about him and he thought he might be some local boy. When he arrived at the arena, he was led to the dressing room where he would change and wait to be called to the ring. After changing into his red and yellow tights, little more than a large jock strap, a custodian entered the room and began to tidy things up. Miguel said hello and started a conversation. He asked the man about the club and what he could expect. The man answered: “This is where the rich people come to see people like you get beaten and raped.” Miguel gave a start. “What do you mean?” “I mean that you go into the ring and the match ends when you cannot go on anymore. Then the winner gets to use you for his sex fun and the patrons get to see a local boy screaming for mercy.” This was not what he had expected. But could he get out now? The money was still good and maybe he could end up winning after all. Why not? He was strong and a good wrestler. Yes, he would not let them use him. He would win and spit in their faces to show that this proud man was no one’s toy.
Just then the door of the dressing room opened. In stepped a tall, handsome blond young man. Taller than Miguel but about the same weight he moved to his locker without a glance in the other man’s direction. Miguel spoke to the boy. “Hi, are you my opponent?” The response came, “I don’t talk to stupid crap like you. I eat you for breakfast. Tonight I am going to break you and then enjoy shoving my cock into your mouth and shooting my cum down your throat.” Jeb had arrived.
Tired of the Bahamas, Jeb had struck out on his own. He had thought of returning to the US but a promoter told him about a group in Columbia similar to the West Indies club. Sexual humiliation of your opponent was part of the venue. Jeb flew down to Bogotá to make an appearance. His reputation had already spread to other parts of the Caribbean and the ladies heard about his beautiful body and handsome face. His interview with the director was all he could want and more. He was told that the group consisted of some very well to do people with a desire to see local men and boys taken apart by handsome white men. He had been personally invited by the vote of the group. He wanted to know the rules. Beat your opponent into insensibility if you like, then after his submission or knock-out, play with him physically and sexually. “Who would my opponent be?” Jeb asked. “We have something special for you. He is a mixed blood bodybuilder who is new to wrestling. He should make an interesting but not too difficult match for you.” remarked the director.
The ring announcer started the introductions. “Weighing in at 209 lbs. from Columbia, Miguel El Tigre Bravo.” Miguel walked to the ring. Not a bad title he thought even if he had not picked it. A smattering of applause rippled through the room. He went to his corner and stretched his body holding on to the ropes. “Now entering the ring at 205 lbs. from Georgia, USA, Jeb, The Man Killer.” The room erupted with applause and screams. The young ladies tried to touch him as he passed. He put his hand on a few of them and sent them into a delirium of joy. “Rack him for me, lover,” said one young thing. “Give him a good screw he won’t forget,” said another. “Fuck him in the mouth and power your juice into his dirty body,” said a third. What nonsense thought Miguel. This is all a lot of hype and provocation. He would put up a good fight and show these people what a native Columbian man can do in the ring. This Jeb was just a man and no more and he would show that to these rich fools.
The bell sounded. Miguel went to the center of the ring when all of a sudden Jeb rushed out of his corner and slammed into Miguel with the force of a train. Miguel was thrown back into the ropes, but Jeb moved quickly and pulled the older man off and applied a devastating head lock with his bulging muscles engulfing the handsome head in his grip. Miguel felt faint from the pressure which was increased when Jeb began to spasm the hold. Fearing he would pass out Miguel took hold of one Jeb’s hands and forced him to break the hold, at the same time he reversed the hold putting Jeb in an arm bar which he pulled and jerked as strongly as he could. Jeb moaned at the pain he felt but did not scream. Miguel then released the arm bar and holding only the wrist twisted the arm once then twice and on the third twist forced Jeb to dive forward to prevent a dislocation. With Jeb on his back Miguel put on an arm stretch. He held the wrist while he planted his feet on the side of the head and under the arm of his opponent. Pulling with all his might he tried to dislocate the arm. Now Jeb was screaming in pain. “How does this feel, my friend?” asked Miguel. He was enjoying the match and liked the idea of seeing all these people witness his control over their favorite.
Jeb began to roll back and forth on his back and then with a burst of strength rolled toward Miguel breaking the hold and again applying a headlock. Miguel got up from the mat and swung Jeb’s body toward the ropes but Jeb held on and stopped Miguel. Miguel tried again and again Jeb put on the breaks. At the third try Miguel lifted Jeb and let his rear fall on his knee. The pain caused Jeb to let go and lie for a few seconds on the mat. Miguel followed up his release with a step over toe hold. He put as much pressure as he could manage causing a sharp pain in Jeb’s legs. Jeb struggled to get out but Miguel leaned into the hold applying even more pressure. But Jeb took advantage of Miguel’s forward leaning position and grabbed his head flipping him over causing him to land on his back. Miguel arched up from the pain and Jeb rushed from his own back to a kicking attack against his downed opponent. Head, abs, legs were targeted. Miguel winced from the pain.
As Jeb came again to kick him, Miguel fired a kick to the chest of the blond muscleman. Caught off guard Jeb fell back and Miguel now rose quickly to his feet and threw Jeb into the ropes across the ring. As he came off Miguel unloaded a clothesline that sent Jeb cascading out of the ring onto the floor. Miguel wasted no time and followed him out. Still on the floor Jeb was an easy target for a series of kicks and leg drops by the bronze warrior. Pulling Jeb up by the hair Miguel tossed him back into the ring. He grabbed the muscular legs of his American opponent and put him into a Boston crab. Pulling back with all his might he added insult to injury, making sure his tool was near to the hole of his blond captive. He imagined what it would be like to ram his pulsing tool into the anus of this bigot. It would be so satisfying and sensual. When Jeb refused to submit Miguel let go and pulling Jeb up put on a power slam that shook the ring. He followed up with a power lift and another slam. Jeb was showing signs of weakening. Jeb could not imagine losing to a cheap imitation of manhood and being raped by a moronic animal. He had to get his act together before the worst happened.
When Miguel again approached Jeb to lift him a third time Jeb did a leg sweep that took Miguel off his feet. With his black tormentor now on the ground Jeb pulled back to the corner to recuperate. Miguel was only slightly hurt and was up in a few seconds. He moved to get at Jeb when the young Apollo jumped up supporting himself in the corner and planted a double kick into the face of his tormentor. Miguel drew back but kept his feet. He advanced again toward Jeb who repeated the move and forced the dark man to retreat. Jumping up to the second rung of the corner post Jeb launched himself onto Miguel and caught him with a cross-body block sending the poor man to the mat with Jeb on top. But Miguel kicked out and stood on his feet only to find Jeb delivering a drop kick. In succession Miguel rose and was hit by a second dropkick followed by yet another.
Disoriented Miguel went to the ropes with Jeb in close pursuit. But as Jeb got within striking distance Miguel let him have it with a straight kick to the head that sent Jeb to the canvas with a thud. Miguel moved toward the exhausted white boy and put him into an abdominal stretch. Jeb let out a load cry and cursed at Miguel. “When I get out of this, boy, I’ll show you what happens to a muscle ape like you when you try to show me up.” Miguel shot back, “This is one local hunk you won’t enjoy raping. But I will love coming inside your mouth.” The stakes had been up. Both now were fighting for personal as well as ethnic reasons. The winner would make the loser pay in a way no one in the crowd could imagine. Who would put their manhood into the other and turn them into their bitch? Miguel added insult to injury by playing with Jeb’s nipples and saw the crowd reaction as they applauded his work. Yes, he would win and destroy this arrogant bastard.
Jeb refused to submit to the hold and then with all his reserves flipped Miguel over with a hip toss. Holding his back Jeb again retreated to the corner. Miguel was beside himself for letting Jeb escape and went after him with abandon. Catching the blond stud in the corner he sent forearm smash after smash into the head of the dazed youngster. Grabbing his arm, he flung him to the opposite turnbuckle back first. Running he plowed into the midsection of his victim shoulder first. He sent three more tackles into the exposed middle of the hurting boy. Another throw into the opposite corner this time face first seemed to put Jeb into Neverland. Coming out of the corner backward Miguel met him with a dropkick that sent back into the corner with tremendous force. Miguel felt the end coming. He had the boy on the ropes and could feel the juices already ejecting into the blond bigot’s mouth. Now to finish him with a high-flying attack.
Miguel climbed to the top rope of the turnbuckle and prepared to land a full body splash on his disoriented foe. As Jeb rose and faced the corner Miguel launched himself at his target. He sent 209 lbs of muscle and rage at the white boy in front of him. But Jeb was not that out of it. He saw Miguel climb the ropes and knew what to expect. As Miguel shot off the top rope and lost control of his body Jeb planted a devastating standing dropkick that caught the black hunk in midair. Jeb wasted no time. He moved toward the downed wrestler and picked him up. He went behind him and lifted him for an atomic drop. The jarring crash sent vibrations into the shaken muscleman. Jeb sent the native man into the ropes and performed a textbook backflip that put the poor man on his back with a great crash. Jeb power lifted his prize and dropped him on his knee to the cheers of the crowd. Writhing in pain on the mat Miguel was helpless. Jeb lifted him up by the ears and tossed him across the ring. The move made the suffering man look like a fool. Just what Jeb wanted. As Miguel fought to regain his feet Jeb again moved in behind him. When he finally stood up Jeb slapped on a cobra sleeper. He began to put as much pressure on the neck of his toy as he could muster. He also shook his victim back and forth to add to the pain and speed the fall into unconsciousness. Miguel went out in a couple of minutes but Jeb kept up the pressure for a minute or more. When he let Miguel fall everyone in the arena knew what was coming.
Jeb would make this shit pile pay for causing him to look bad in the ring. He had almost lost to this animal and the animal would feel the pain of displeasing Jeb. The rules said that after a wrestler had submitted there were no limits to what the winner could do except kill or permanently maim his victim. Jeb would make the next several minutes hell for this muscle jerk. If he even thought about a rematch this beating and sexual violation would always come back to haunt him.
“Now you inferior thing, I will show you what it means to be beaten by a real man. You think I respect you for almost beating me. I hate you for making me almost lose to a bitch like you. You won’t forget what I am going to do to you. You will beg me to stop but I will drive you to the limit and you will be my slave to save yourself from the pain and destruction I will put on your dirty body.”
Jeb took both legs of Miguel and held them up in a V. He jumped up and landed with the point of his knee right on the genitals of the black bull. Miguel let out a cry that sent shivers down the spine of many of the ladies in the crowd. The obvious pain from the blow showed in his face and in the continued screams. “Welcome to the big time, you SOB.” Jeb lifted the body of the native man and did an atomic drop from the front. Another knee point connected with the sensitive parts of his lower body. Jeb let out a yippee as he dropped the poor man and again heard the cry of pain he uttered. “This is going to feel good, pretty boy.”
Walking around the ring, Jeb enjoyed the cheers from the crowd at his destructive tactics and their effect on the beaten wrestler before them. This is what they paid their money to see and Jeb was not about to disappoint.
Approaching the still prone body he landed an elbow drop on the small of the back that caused Miguel to bounce off the mat. Turning him face up he dropped another elbow across the chest that caused another bounce. A leap up and a knee found its target across the exposed throat of his plaything. Writhing in pain on the canvas, Miguel clutched his neck coughing to get his airway open. Jeb sent a kick into the head of his target causing it to bounce off the mat. He then put Miguel face down on the mat and going to the top rope of the corner flung himself in a body splash across the bruised back of the bronze wrestler. “Time to enjoy some sex with my bitch, boy.”
Jeb lifted Miguel to his knees and exposed himself. He took his penis and stroked it until it stood at attention before Miguel face. “Now who is going to fuck whom in the mouth, boy? I think I am.” Jeb pushed his tool into Miguel’s mouth and loved the warm feeling inside his “lady”. Shoving it into the native mouth with increasing rhythm he felt a coming explosion that would make this one of the best face fucks he had ever performed. With his hands firmly behind his toy’s head he forced the beaten man to eat his dick like a huge sausage he could not get down his throat. The lubrication of Miguel’s saliva and the sensitive skin of Jeb’s penis rubbing against the warm and soft interior of Miguel’s mouth brought about a massive cum explosion that shot into the waiting receptacle of Miguel’s now violated mouth. Jeb trembled from the sheer ecstasy of the feeling he had when the white liquid burst out of his hole and into his captive. Wave after wave of sensation went through him as he shot rope after rope of cum until he could not squirt another drop nor get his dick to spasm once more. He smiled at the sexual satisfaction he felt while his closed eyes allowed him to enjoy his mental recap of Miguel’s defeat at his brutal hands. “You cannot imagine the sexy image of my beating you like crap and using your body as a release for my sexual fantasies. But you could feel the power of my manhood invading your body and depositing good seed into that shit pile some would call a man. Now I am the man and you are my bitch. Surrender to me.” Miguel did not utter a word. “Surrender to me or I will have you scream your submission before this wild crowd who would like to see nothing better than an asshole like you whimpering at my feet asking me to stop hurting you. Surrender.” Miguel refused to answer. All right, you want it. You got it.
In a sense, Jeb was glad Miguel refused. Now he could do even more to his beaten boy. And make him scream like a stuck pig. Jeb put Miguel into a cradle lift and then dropped his back on his knee. The momentum put his head and feet nearly on the floor while his back bent mercilessly. Pushing his chin down with one hand Jeb grabbed the ball sack of his victim and squeezed the contents with a crushing pressure that nearly flattened them. The piercing cry that came out of the man’s mouth could shatter glass. “I give. No more. I surrender. I give. Stop, please. Stop, please. Oh stop. I’m begging you.” The shrill sound of Miguel screaming for mercy caused Jeb to smile again. “I said you would scream your submission. I also said you would be my sex slave. Now say you belong to your master.” A strong squeeze brought another horrendous cry from the battered man. “I submit. Master, stop. Please master, stop.” Pushing Miguel off his knee Jeb sat on the legs of the black mass quivering on the mat. He bent down and took the big dick into his mouth. He did not intend to service the boy but, rather make him entertain the audience with his pleading screams. Jeb bit into the soft skin of the penis head with his front teeth causing a spasm in Miguel whose vocal outburst caused some to cup their ears to deaden the volume of the black man’s cries. “Please, I submit. Stop, I will do anything. Make me your slave. Stop, forgive me.” Incoherent cries mixed in with the words.
Moving the tenderized piece of meat to the side of his mouth Jeb began to grind the soft flesh of his manhood sending pain signals that sent the broken man into spasms of muscle contortions. The torrent of screams and cries lost verbal recognition. He was just making sounds in agony as his penis became a plaything for this white muscle god. Had the rules not permitted it he would have ground the tool into pulp and fed it to the stuck pig before him. With a last grind of the molars Jeb released the prisoner held captive in his mouth. He stood up to the cheers and cries of the crowd. Miguel lay at his feet holding his tortured penis and crying like a young man beaten by a bully. All the while you could hear him mutter “Please, no more. You are the master. Mercy. No more, please.”
Jeb wasn’t finished. Putting Miguel on his back he prepared to do a punishing thrust into the rectum of the poor slave who had given himself to Jeb. His penis was pulsing at the thought of entering the insides of this easy target. He played around the crack of Miguel letting him feel the power that was about to ravage him. Jeb was shaking with anticipation at plunging into his shattered foe who had dared show him up in the ring. Seeing the frightened eyes of the fool he knew he had destroyed the mind, body and spirit of this local animal. His penis found the opening and without lubrication or preparation he took his now rigid sex weapon and forced it into the opening without hesitation or concern for the cries of his source of pleasure. He forced it with full force into the rectum of the now crying baby of what had been a proud man and was now a sniveling wreck of broken flesh. The hair around his hole was torn from its roots as the penetration became ever more forceful and intense. Jeb’s penis grew to its full dimensions filling the inside of Miguel with the domination of his slave. The crowd was spellbound at the sight of this beautiful man treating his opponent as a piece of meat good for nothing but giving pleasure to his conqueror. Jeb was at full flower as a dominator of other men. This had to be the best match he had ever had. The need to overcome a setback at the beginning of the match had led him to totally crush the man who thought he could beat Jeb in the ring. The tool had reached its full extent into Miguel. The driving thrusts racked the boy with pain Miguel had never felt before or thought possible. He could do little but scream his pleas for mercy which went unanswered. Jeb felt the nerves in his penis become more sensitive by the second. His move toward completion sent thoughts of the pleasure he would feel when he exploded into his “bitch”. It was coming. The cock reached full size. Miguel’s anus was bruised and pain filled. The crowd waited for the act of final degradation. Then Jeb grabbed the nipples of his toy and began to squeeze them as his moment of victory approached. Jeb went rigid with the final pulse followed by his rapid pumping as he blew his cum into the ass of his pleasure toy crushing his tits as he did so. Leaning forward he took Miguel’s head into his hands and planted a huge and wet kiss on the muscleman that he held as the last of his manhood found its way into Miguel, who was now reduced to a pathetic sex object. The crowd erupted with a cheer for the most masterful act of sex domination they had ever seen before. Jeb was sated for a short time. Miguel was a wreck having been shown to all that he was a failure as a wrestler and as a man who could be treated as a street walker by a powerful and dominant man of sexual prowess and skill.
Jeb pulled the broken mass off the mat and put it into a bearhug. He began to rub himself against the black, shiny skin of his pet. His tool rubbed against the ravaged penis of the emasculated man. As he came again for the third time the cum mingled with the torn penis of his brown meatball. When he had pumped out all of the white serum he pissed while retaining the bearhug and sent streams of pee down the groin and legs of the urinal in his grasp. The acid filled liquid flowed over the ravaged penis entering the open wounds and burning the private parts of the now bellowing piece of shit. The applause was deafening. Jeb had made a major impression on the spectators and earned the bonus promised for a really great show. Miguel, without being aware of it, had served his purpose well. Even he would receive a bonus for providing such great entertainment. Few men had ever suffered so beautifully or surrendered with such broken cries and abject humiliation.
