The gorgeous blond wrestler had his opponent in a spine snapping abdominal stretch. His opponent, a muscular black grappler, had agony written all over his face but refused to submit. The blond applied another torque to the hold and drew a groan of unendurable pain from the defeated object of the torsion. Still the black boy shook his head in abject misery and gritted his teeth as he continued to succumb to his physical and mental damnation. The audience was getting nasty and yelling at the blond to force the black to submit. The blond then looked into the seats where the club owner sat. The owner looked back at him and then gave the thumbs down sign. That was all the blond Adonis needed. With a burst of muscular force he squeezed down and back on the black’s trapped shoulder and used his tremendous thigh muscles to twist the stud’s legs further against the grain. With a scream that echoed and re-echoed all around the arena there was a loud snap and the chocolate drop had his arm dislocated.
The guys from the ambulance came and removed the stricken stud and the blond Adonis left the arena for the dressing room. The blond was named Apollo because of his magnificent looks. He was 6’2” tall, weighed in at 205, had broad shoulders, a V shaped upper torso, solid hips, a gorgeous ass, thick muscular thighs and legs, and a handsome face that, like the fabled Greek named Helen, could launch a thousand studs toward him, and a cock and balls worthy of Hercules himself. He was just what most studs lusted after, whether they were looking for beauty, strength, or wrestling skill. He could allure younger, more lustful wrestlers who wanted to be dominated by what sexually turned them on. His greatest qualities were: sadism, wrestling skills, physical beauty, and a sexual desire not easily satisfied.
The current object of his attention was Manuel, an athletic young Latino with tan skin and a smooth body. He was 22 and about 175. He knew how to pleasure his man and Apollo made full use of him. He had even let him partner with him a couple of times in easy matches.
When Apollo arrived at his private dressing room he found Vito Amato, the club owner, waiting for him as usual in the same usual way – seated in a chair, his zipper down and trousers open, and his fat 9” cock out and ready. Apollo ignored him at first and moved into the bathroom shower before emerging with a towel around his waist. When Vito didn’t say anything but just sat there with his cock Apollo said to him “No, the answer is still no. Put your cock back into your pants and get the hell out of here. As I have told you a thousand times, I refuse to service you”. With a scowl Vito got himself together and left the room.
When he saw Vito leave, Manuel wasted no time in entering the dressing room. He waited patiently as Apollo toweled down. Then he approached the blond muscleman and gently fingered his nipples until they went hard at which point he began to suck them, at first gently, then with more vigor. Apollo responded with enthusiasm to the manipulation of his sensitive tits. Slowly, the younger man moved down the chest and abs until his mouth found the flaccid penis of his lover. A few licks of the tongue and the organ began to respond excitedly to the tender touch of his boy. As the tool grew and hardened the Latino’s mouth took the now massive penis into his mouth and slowly moved up and down the shaft until he could feel the juices rise. He then put his lips on the tip of the dick and again slowly stimulated the tender skin on the top of the tool. It was only a few seconds later that Apollo exploded into the mouth of Manuel who now took the full length into his mouth drawing out every drop of the nectar the blond shot out. Raising the young man, Apollo kissed him passionately, holding him in a firm bearhug until the friction between them brought the boy to his own climax.
After leaving the dressing room Vito had made up his mind that he had been turned down for the last time. Even though Apollo was his biggest drawing card he wasn’t going to let the bastard get away with it. All the other wrestlers serviced him so why the fuck not Apollo. It was then that he decided on his plan to force Apollo to satisfy the lust that had built up in him and who refused to service.
Pro wrestling had its jobbers, its heels, its icons, and it also had what all the pros knew as Assassins. Assassins were those that cared nothing for life or limb. They knew all the wrestling holds, knew how to destroy an opponent, and knew how to end a career if needed.
Vito went out of his own circuit to contact the assassin. He was flown in from the west coast so that he was unknown by audiences in the east. His name was Dirk and the name fitted him very well. He was muscular, black haired, the same height as Apollo, weighing 210 lbs. From all appearances he was just another good-looking, muscular wrestler that Apollo should not have any trouble beating. But underneath this outer veneer Dirk was a punisher. His overall physique hid a body of steel, muscles that bulged more than the average when bunched, and a heart that gave no mercy.
As to his wrestling skills that was something else very special. He knew all of the traditional holds but he applied them in such a way that once clamped on, his opponent was locked in forever until Dirk decided to let him go. His holds also had the added ability of going further than the usual in that he could use them to cripple or break muscles or bones leaving his victim helpless to anything he wanted to do. In sum Dirk was a cold-hearted assassin. He was told by Vito what he wanted him to do to Apollo which was to demolish him and use him in the ring. Then Apollo would have to service his boss, Vito. This servicing would be done in the ring after Dirk had finished with him. After Apollo had sucked Vito’s cock and Vito had fucked Apollo’s gorgeous ass Dirk could end his wrestling career in any way he chose.
Getting Apollo to accept the challenge from Dirk was the problem. Apollo had become very particular in the matches he accepted. He protected himself by only taking opponents equal or inferior to him in skill. Taking on an unknown quantity like Dirk would not be his MO. Vito had the answer: Manuel. He didn’t want Dirk to wrestle and batter the kid, he wanted Dirk to steal him from Apollo who would get violently jealous at the loss of his boy. Dirk thought this was an excellent plan and looked forward to the seduction of the young and appealing boy. Vito sent Apollo on a road trip to several wrestling venues to get him out of the way.
Arriving at the arena the day Apollo left, Dirk went into the locker room where he was told he would find Manuel changing for his morning workout. Dirk saw the young man and immediately felt his tool spring to life. He was a beauty. Smooth and tan, with a gymnast’s body that oozed sex appeal, he was a prime catch. This was going to be better than he thought. Approaching the young man, he struck up a conversation on nothing in particular, just a ruse to introduce himself. After a couple of minutes he invited the boy to work out with him in the ring. He knew how he would open the door.
Getting into the ring Dirk began a series of simple drills and moves that Manuel had no trouble working. As the action heated up and they entered into a match mode Dirk pulled his trick. He moved in such a way as to cause pain in the boy’s thigh by a leg drop. As Manuel dropped to the mat in pain Dirk said he was sorry for the move and asked how the boy was. He then had Manuel lay down so he could massage the thigh and relieve the pain. His hands soon began to move from the thigh to the groin and brushed against the balls and penis. Telling Manuel he needed to remove his trunks to better work the muscle, he stripped him and continued to work the groin area. The flicking motion in Manuel’s dick told Dirk all he needed to know. Looking directly into the eyes of the young Latino, Dirk began to manipulate the balls and cock of the boy. Manuel made no move to stop him. Dirk was a master of hand action on the sensitive parts of the body working around the penis, balls and thighs. Then he began to move all over the body and used the nipples of his “victim” to begin a “torture” session. As the minutes passed, Manuel surrendered more and more to the master using him. Apollo had never done such work. He expected to be serviced but seldom serviced others. Dirk used his moist mouth to add to the sensation working the luscious tits and tantalizing the penis with flicks of the tongue. Manuel responded with a massive explosion such as he had never experienced before. Putting Dirk on his back the young man used all his talents on Dirk to satisfy the bigger man’s desires. Dirk was on fire with the masterful efforts of his new servant. Sucking his tits and manipulating his penis by hand had Dirk shooting a fountain of cum into the air. Beating Apollo was going to be even better now that he had the bonus reward of this beautiful and sexually proficient boy.
When Apollo returned from his road trip he sent for Manuel. To his surprise, the boy said he was too busy to come. What nerve of the kid to say no to Apollo. When he found Manuel in the dressing room later, he grabbed him by the throat and told him never to say no to him again. Dirk came into the room at just that moment. “Take your hands off my boy, muscle head.” The words stunned Apollo. No one had ever said anything like that to him before and no one ever would again. “Who are you?” Apollo demanded. “Your final match,” retorted Dirk. Only the presence of other wrestlers kept them apart. Vito had placed himself in a position to hear everything and came out at just the right moment. “What do you idiots think you're doing,” he demanded. When the story was told to him, which he already knew, he said that they could settle it in the ring. Winner gets Manuel and $5,000. Apollo was caught in the net and he would never escape from it. Dirk was salivating at the thought of taking the blond apart piece by piece. He would enjoy the physical and sexual domination and humiliation of this arrogant ass. Vito could only think of the ways he would make Apollo service him. Manuel was trembling at the idea of Dirk bashing his former master and anticipating his own involvement in the destruction of the muscle hunk.
The match took place on Saturday night and the arena was packed with lustful studs that came to see Apollo destroy another grappler. Dirk stepped into the ring first, as the challenger, and the audience saw nothing more than another wrestler for Apollo to beat and use any way he wanted. But when Manuel also entered the ring they saw something unexpected. Dirk took the young Latino into his arms and gave him a passionate, body hugging kiss. Many knew Manuel because of his wrestling with Apollo and this act seemed to confuse the audience. Apollo was in the entryway preparing to march down the runway when he saw the kiss and became even more irate at both Dirk and Manuel. They would both pay for this betrayal.
Then Apollo stepped into the ring and the audience cheered him and many cocks began to get hard. Apollo climbed up on the ropes and raised his arms to his many fans. Dirk just stood in his corner stoically ignoring what was going on. He had no interest other than getting to work on Apollo. Dirk wrestled methodically, without any remorse, brutally, and with one object in mind: to punish, torture, demolish, and then physically, mentally and sexually destroy his opponent. Nothing deterred him from this mission. Apollo was doomed from the moment that he stepped into the ring.
Apollo jumped off the ropes and then again climbed on the ropes nearest to Dirk. It was then that Dirk struck as he charged the standing Apollo and doubled fisted him in the back sending Apollo vaulting over the ring post and onto the floor outside the ring. Dirk waited patiently as Apollo got up and clambered up to the ropes to climb back in. But he never got the chance as Dirk grabbed his head and supplexed him back into the ring landing on the flat of his back. No sooner had Dirk done this than he came down onto Apollo’s midsection with a brutal elbow smash that had Apollo’s body bouncing up and down. Dirk then sent a heel smashing into Apollo’s cock and balls which doubled up Apollo. The audience got more silent as they watched their hero groveling on the mat. Dirk wasted no time in stomping on Apollo’s thigh making him jerk violently. Manuel began yelling encouragement to the assassin telling him to put the blond through as much pain as possible. Dirk needed no encouragement but he knew that the taunts of his former toy were working on Apollo’s psyche.
Dirk then reached down and grabbed one of Apollo’s hands and held it to the mat. He raised his foot and came down hard at the wrist and the crowd heard a crack as the bones broke. Dirk took his foot off the hand and Apollo dragged it back into his body now forming into a fetal position. This had no effect on Dirk who grabbed Apollo’s blond hair and lifted Apollo up so that he could deliver an elbow smash to Apollo’s face. Apollo’s body slumped to the mat face down and received an elbow smash to the neck which had Apollo’s body thrashing about in agony. Like a wounded animal Apollo tried to scramble away from Dirk crablike, but Dirk just relentlessly followed him until he decided to continue his assault on the blond. Dirk grabbed Apollo and lifted him up to a kneeling position and locked him in a dragon head lock. Apollo’s body was then bent backwards thrusting out his magnificent upper chest and washboard abdominals. Dirk began to pinch and twist his victim’s nipples which provided large hard targets for the powerful hands and fingers of the body crusher. Dirk place a knee behind Apollo’s back. Holding him in that position he started to rain punch after punch into Apollo’s stretched muscles. Each blow sounded like a magnum pistol shot as the echo bounced off the arena walls. The audience was now totally silent in awe of what they were witnessing but hardly believing.
Dirk pounded Apollo’s whole upper torso until Apollo’s muscles actually shook as if they were made of jelly, Dirk gave the dragon a brutal down pull and there was a slight crack as one of Apollo’s ribs snapped. Dirk held onto Apollo’s sagging body and lifted him into a rear bear hug. Dirk’s muscular arms circled around Apollo’s torso just at the lower ribs like a boa constrictor. Apollo’s head arched back and his face was a mask of unendurable pain. Dirk constricted his arms and Apollo screamed as the contraction snapped another rib. Apollo let out another unearthly scream that echoed around the room. His face was screwed up in agony, his head thrown back, his arms flailing wildly, and his legs jerking with tremors that raced up and down his whole body.
Dirk suddenly dropped Apollo to the mat and immediately got down and spread Apollo’s muscular legs and thighs apart in a brutal leg split. Apollo’s legs were held apart with Dirk’s thighs holding one leg and his shoulder holding the other. Dirk then reached up between Apollo’s spread legs and grabbed Apollo’s bikini trunks and yanked them so hard that they shredded leaving Apollo’s cock and balls fully exposed. The balls were swollen from the punishment that the body had endured and the cock was sexually roused by the wrestling. Dirk continued to spread Apollo’s legs apart until the skin between the legs at the crotch was ripped and blood oozed out where the flesh had separated. That was the signal for Dirk to shift his hold on Apollo’s legs from the split into an Indian Death Lock. Apollo’s body now went into wild contortions as the pressure on the legs became greater and greater until they could no longer resist and a knee was blown out.
Dirk then released the hold leaving Apollo writhing on the mat. But Dirk was not finished with Apollo yet. He dragged the blond onto his one good leg and for the next several seconds proceeded to flip or body slam Apollo’s body to the mat. Each flip or slam jarred Apollo’s body from his ass all the way up his spine and into his skull. With a broken wrist, snapped ribs, and one knee snapped Apollo was completely helpless. All of the flips and slams had softened his once magnificent body into a mass of uncontrollable muscles. The audience couldn’t believe that Dirk could do anything else to Apollo but they were wrong. Dirk lifted the helpless Apollo to his feet and clamped him in a full nelson. He then pressed down on the nelson until Apollo’s head was touching his chest. Dirk then rammed Apollo’s head repeatedly into a ring post until Apollo was knocked unconscious. Dirk then dropped Apollo to the mat and addressed the audience with a speech prepared for him before the match. He informed the audience that they were now going to get a special treat.
As the audience watched Vito climbed into the ring. Vito was totally naked and his mammoth cock was erect and stiff between his legs. He announced to the crowd that Apollo had repeatedly refused to service him so he had been beaten as punishment. Now Apollo would finally do what Vito wanted. Dirk dragged Apollo over and forced him onto his knees and held him there. Vito then commanded Apollo to lick and suck his cock. When Apollo apparently did not respond Dirk pressed hard on the neck until the pain became so great that Apollo couldn’t stand it any more and his tongue came out and started to lick Vito’s throbbing cock. After a few minutes Vito demanded that Apollo stop licking and start sucking. Once again Apollo seemed to refuse so Dirk applied another brutal push on the neck before relaxing the hold enough so that Apollo could take Vito’s cock in his mouth. Vito thrust it in and out for about 5 minutes, enjoying the humiliation he put on the head of this arrogant bastard. Vito released his revenge on Apollo in the form of his man juice. Never had he felt the same satisfaction as he did at this moment. He told Dirk to push Apollo down to the mat face first. Vito then mounted Apollo’s ass and rammed his cock into it with brutal thrusts. Vito was going to get all the pleasure he could extract from this boy who told him no. The audience watched in growing excitement as Vito plowed Apollo’s ass with his cock until with a growl Vito exploded and filled Apollo’s ass with his cum. He then got up and left the arena leaving Apollo with a cum smeared ass for Dirk to finish off.
Dirk rolled the raped Apollo over on his back and reached down to take Apollo’s cock and balls in a fist of iron fingers. Dirk dug the fingers into the balls until they were swollen. They were pounded and squeezed while Dirk smiled at Apollo’s pain. He then lifted Apollo up onto his shoulders in a rack backbreaker and bounced Apollo up and down. He pulled on the chin and thigh of his victim until his screams sent shivers into the now aroused spectators. They began to cheer Dirk now that their champion proved unworthy of their support. Bouncing again and again, Dirk put sharp, piercing pain into his broken enemy. He dumped the body off his shoulders and connected with his knee hitting Apollo in the face. Dirk signaled Manuel to enter the ring. The young man did so and pulled Apollo up by the hair. Pulling down his trunks he rubbed his growing cock into Apollo’s face. Holding the defeated wrestler’s head in his hands he pushed his penis into the defeated boy’s mouth until he exploded with a gush of white cum. Stepping back Manuel laughed as he did so. Dirk smiled at the young man’s sadistic streak but loved the added humiliation it put on the stud. Manuel stepped out of the ring and Dirk returned to his fun time.
He took the pathetic wrestler into his arms and appeared to give him another passionate kiss as he had given Manuel. Instead, he sucked out the tongue from the blond and bit down on it. Apollo could do nothing to stop the onslaught. Removing his lips from Apollo’s orifice, Dirk then clamped him in a cobra clutch. This he applied slowly and relentlessly until Dirk’s cock became erect as it sensed that the end was coming. Dirk felt the smooth butt of his toy and placed his penis in the ass crack of the defeated muscle boy. He applied more pressure as the moment of climax approached. Finally, the cum shot out of Dirk’s cock and his muscles contracted causing Dirk to give Apollo’s neck a brutal jerk that caused muscles to detach. At that exact moment Dirk’s cock spurted his cum explosion onto Apollo’s back.
The audience had never seen their hero take such a beating and sexual assault. Dirk had become the new fan favorite. Apollo was physically and emotionally drained. His injuries, though minor, left a psychological scar on his spirit. He would never go into a wrestling ring again. His defeat was more than one would expect in a match. It was total domination on a massive scale. Apollo was taken to the hospital to deal with his injuries. Dirk went into the dressing room and found Manuel waiting. After showering he took Manuel into his arms and began to kiss the boy’s mouth and rub against the young Latinos body to stir up his sexual response. Manuel was also aroused, especially after seeing the total domination of his former master. Now he was free and he had to thank Dirk for that. Dirk laid down on the floor and Manuel placed himself next to this real man. He sucked nipples and a cock, slowly caressed the body of the muscle man, used his mouth in creative ways that drove Dirk to the point of ejaculation. Here was everything Dirk could hope for. Dirk was the new hero of the crowd, he had a beautiful young thing to make love to, and a payroll from Vito that was generous after what he did to Apollo. Yes, life was good.
