Officer Ross had been after Ricardo for two years. He wanted to end his control over the young men of the neighborhood. But he had never been able to pin anything on him. Now he had the key that he felt would give him the opportunity to end El Hefe’s rule. Knowing the honor code of the gang members he knew that the chief could not refuse a challenge to a fight for leadership. That was what he did. Now he and the members of his boy’s club were going to meet the Chief and his gang at a gym in the barrio. Ross had no doubt about the outcome. He had been an amateur wrestler since high school and through college and was the all-state police wresting champion at 180 lbs. His daily workout left him with a toned and muscular body. He was 5’10” and still 180 lbs. Hefe was a bodybuilder of great strength and musculature standing 5’9” and weighing 180. His abs were a sight, his chest a wonder, his tits huge and hard, his arms were bulging. He was a man to be reckoned with and not underestimated. Ross felt that this own experience would out way any strength advantage Ricardo possessed.
Ricardo had accepted Ross’ challenge knowing that his gang would expect him to do so. Ross was right on that account. But Hefe (chief) was no slouch when it came to wrestling. Ross thought he was meeting a street fighter. He would be surprised. As Ricardo waited out the day of the match, he felt he needed some relaxation. So, he called in Pablo, his number 2, and said he needed someone to loosen him up. Pablo knew exactly who to get. He sent word for Miguel. A pretty boy of 19 with a gymnast’s body and a visible package presented himself to the Chief. “Make me feel relaxed”, said Ricardo. Miguel had the Chief lay upside on the massage table in the gym. Working his hands over the body of his leader, Miguel began to slowly bring his man to attention. His cock grew with each action. Then Miguel put his mouth on the huge tits and sucked them with careful attention and finesse. His hand found the cock of the Chief and began to twist it rather than slide up and down. The masterful manipulation soon made Hefe quiver as his sex organs were stimulated into a sensual orgasm of white manhood that exploded over Ricardo and Miguel. “You are the master of the master,” said Chief. He was ready for the evening’s festivities.
Ross arrived at the gym at the appointed hour and saw that Hefe and his boys were already there. Ross approached the leader to define the rules for the match. “We fight under state amateur rules until one person is pinned or loses on points”, Ross announced. Hefe responded quickly and said, “None of that kid stuff here. We fight under pro rules that we use here. The gym is our territory, and we use our rules.” Ross hesitated but before he could answer the boss said, “What a pussy. Afraid to meet a real man in a real man’s fight.” Taken aback by the words Ross had no choice but to accept the rules laid down by the gym.
Ricardo said that the match would be two out of three falls. According to the rules the first fall must be by submission or knock out. The Second by pinfall, you could only win or lose by a three count. The last fall could be either.
Now was the time to begin the battle. Ross knew that the future of every kid there, his and Ricardo’s, was in his hands. He could not fail.
The bell rang and the match began. Ricardo went for a traditional collar and elbow tie up. But just before he connected with Ross he let fly with an elbow smash that stunned Ross. Before he could get his head together Ricardo has landed another three elbows to the side of his head. At once the Chief pushed Ross to the ropes and threw him to the other side of the ring. When he came flying back off the ropes the skilled boss let Ross have it with a flying drop kick that sent Ross sprawling to the mat. Without a second’s thought the brown attacker had lifted Ross up by the hair and sent him into the corner of the ring. Ricardo followed him at great speed and landed a clothesline across his neck. Leaning in he spoke softly into the policeman’s ear. “You sucker. I wrestle professionally for a living, and I am going to give you a lesson in pain and humiliation. When I have finished you will be screaming for me to end your suffering and will promise to give me anything I ask. Then the gym rules will kick in and you will be mine to play with and degrade in front of everyone.” Ross was now afraid of what might happen if he lost, to himself and the boys. He had to try harder to win.
Ricardo pulled Ross out of the corner and sent him across the ring into the opposite corner where his back was battered by the shock of the hit. The gang warrior followed after the officer with a jumping body smash. He sent the weak policeman into the other corner and repeated the assault. He repeated this move twice more. Taking the body of his foe the Mexican lifted him by the head and trunks until his frame was feet first aimed for the ceiling in a standing suplex. He held Ross for several seconds before bringing him down on his back with a great shudder of the ring. The master of the match put Ross seated on the top rung and executes a perfect Hurricana. With his police victim on the mat Ricardo made a series of elbow drops on the exposed chest of Ross, each hit causing his body to bounce off the mat. Ricardo was having fun torturing the beautiful body of this clown who attempted to beat him in the ring. He would use every tool at his disposal to make this a memorable occasion for his boys. Several stomps to the head and body set Ross up for a bulldog sit out. He added a destroyer that landed Ross on the top of his head. This was followed by a push into the ropes ending with a Spanish fly that left Ross lying on his back. It was now time to end this first fall and prepare for the coup de grace of the second fall.
Lifting Ross by the hair he tossed him again into the ropes, but this time did not attack frontally. Instead as the poor officer went past, he grabbed for his neck and put on a sleeper hold. His huge arms, like bands of steel forged in the weight room of the gym, began to tighten ever more with each passing second. This was how the first fall would end, with a sleeper knockout. As the seconds passed Ross struggled to get free, contorting his body and grasping at the anacondas cutting off the oxygen to his brain. Soon he felt his arms tingle, then his vision blurred and his brain stopped processing. He felt his strength leave him until induced sleep overwhelmed him. Ricardo savored every struggle and hopeless effort of his victim. The movement of his enemy’s body against his began to give rise to his sexual urges. When he felt the resistance of his opponent ebb away he kept up the hold until his victory was beyond question.
In the few moments before the next fall began the brown warrior worked his followers into a frenzy as they chant “Crush him” in unison. The first fall was such a squash job it appeared to most people there that the end was inevitable. But Ross understood he had to finish the match whatever the outcome.
As the bell sounded for the second fall Ricardo wasted no time reestablishing his supremacy over his victim. Running to Ross at the first sound of the bell he landed several fists to the head and face of the ravaged officer. Then sending him into the ropes he made him do a backflip that caused Ross to land flat on his back. He repeated the move again then lifted him as if to do a body slam but instead let him fall onto his knee which he kicked into Ross’s face. Lying half-conscious Ross could only wait for the next assault on his body. It came in the form of a body splash off the top rope. When the splat was heard by the Chief’s boys they shouted out, “One more time.” And the Chief did the splash again. Bouncing on to the prone piece of beef that had been tenderized by the constant punishment it had taken aroused the crowd to a higher pitch of frenzy. Knowing there was no submission in the second fall he put Ross into a submission hold he could keep on forever. The brutal Mexican lifted the policeman into a torture rack. With his body in firm control the sadistic wrestler began to pull on the head and leg of the suffering man adding his own touch by grabbing the dick of his victim and put his hand over the mouth and nose to smother the piece of meat on his shoulders. He bounced up and down to put ever greater pressure on the back. He finally dropped the battered body on the mat with a fall to the knees putting a great shock to the back. Ricardo used a piledriver to render his victim less able to resist his onslaught. After a series of body blows and knee drops the crowd began to chant a new refrain. They called out to “Bitchify him,” again and again. Ross heard it but had no idea as to what it meant but he would soon learn.
Ricardo was waiting for the cry of the crowd to inaugurate his signature hold. He used it on victims and on boys who disobey. He was wetting his pants at the thought of using it on this muscular man instead of some boy and turning him into his bitch.
After a body slam and a knee across the throat he had his target in the proper state to do his worst. He picked up the blurry eyed officer and trapped him between the top two ropes of the ring immobilizing his arms and leaving his torso exposed. Moving to the right side of Ross he landed a couple of blows to the chest and then moved to where he could whisper into Ross’ ear. “Now I will turn you into my bitch. You will scream and beg for me to stop and promise to do whatever I want. Then your boys will see you as nothing more than my slave. It will be your end as a man.” “I will never give you the satisfaction of submitting to you no matter whatever you do to me,” responded the brave but foolish man who did not know what was going to happen to him.
The smiling Mexican grabbed a tuff of hair to hold back his opponent’s head and then put his hand on the abs of the handsome policeman and worked his way down to his trunks. His hand found the point of entry and it disappeared into the groin area. Ross shouted, “Don’t do this, please.” “I told you that you would beg, didn’t I”, responded the Chief. When his hand found its target Ross’ whole body went stiff. “Now I am going to take you on a one-way ride to bitchhood. But that is only part of what I am going to do to you at the same time.” Ricardo brought his mouth down to Ross’s left nipple and began to bite it with all the power in his mouth and teeth. The burning sensation in the suffering victim’s chest was a 10 on the pain scale. At the same time the executioner’s fingers took the testicles into their grasp and began to squeeze the vulnerable balls. The scream from this combined assault on his manhood brought ear piercing screams from the overmatched officer. Scream he did with cries of “stop, please”, “I submit”, “I’ll do whatever you want.” Ricardo replied, “What did I say you would do, you bag of shit.” Ross heard the words but could not respond through the pain. Finally, with the nipple bleeding and the balls in excruciating pain Ricardo dropped the hold “How did you like that, pussy boy? Now for act 2.” Ross screamed for all to hear, “No more. I will do whatever you want.” The torturer responded, “Tell everyone you are my slave.” “I am your slave.” “Tell everyone you will suck my cock.” “I will suck your cock.” “Tell them you will suck my nipples.” “I will.” “Thank you for making my day. But I am not done yet. I wanted your defeat and your ultimate destruction to take place in front of all the boys. Now I have your defeat and your destruction starts now.” With those words Ricardo takes Ross off the ropes and plants him in the center of the ring. Pulling out his massive cock, he pushed it into the beaten man and grabbing the side of his head drove into the mouth of Ross. “Enjoy this bitch, I know I will.” Keeping up the drives into the mouth Ricardo laughed at the dehumanizing of the officer at his hands. The massive eruption that now occurred was unbelievable. Cum filled Ross’ mouth, exited onto his face, dripped down his body and landed on the mat. “Now you are my whore.”
It was time to think of ending the massacre. He lifted the officer and brought him to nipple level. He pushed Ross’ mouth to his nipples and had him suck them. In the stands one of the gang and a boy from Ross’ club were standing together. “Your cop is making it easier for the boss to finish him off.” “How.” “By sucking on the Chief’s nipples it makes his arms stronger.” After several minutes of sucking Ricardo said, “Now for the end of the match but not the fun”
Now came the finisher. With massive arms and chest he took hold of the beaten man and put him into a bear hug. “Now I will break you. But before I do, I will use your body as a pleasure machine, rubbing my man-sized cock against your dead one.” Pulling the beaten officer close to him he rubbed his penis against the penis of his foe. He made round motions with his hips and the occasional thrust into the groin of the beaten man. Hefe felt his juices rise as he enjoyed the sexual pleasure and the sadistic punishment he was inflicting. His strong arms, like bands of steel closed around the torso of the cop. As he neared completion Hefe put more pressure on the small of Ross’ back finding the best spot to apply maximum pressure. His explosion was massive. White cum filled his trunks as he pulled Ross in as if to drive through him. The orgasm gave him the added strength to break a couple of ribs. Ross screamed at the destruction of his body. The boss let him fall after draining all his sperm. Alive but physically drained Ross lay on the mat.
“One more time, my man.” Ricardo put Ross facing into the corner and taking off both their trunks found Ross’ hole. “Enjoy this. You will never have as great an experience of sex as right now,” crowed Ricardo. Without preparation, Hefe penetrated the rectum of the broken man or rather bitch. The pain was more than Ross could stand and he broke down in tears and screams begging Ricardo to stop. That is what the Chief wanted to hear. And all the boys heard it too. Ricardo was undisputed boss of the neighborhood and Ross was a pathetic failure. The fuck went on for minutes as Ricardo jammed his tool into Ross for maximum effect. When his orgasm was about to happen, Ricardo pulled back on the head and neck of the officer. Again, Ross let out another plea. To no effect. The blast of cum filled Ross with man syrup in a flow that seemed to go on forever as Ricardo reacted to every rope he injected into his bitch. As he exited the rear of his victim, he reached down to collect the cum now being expelled from Ross’ hole. Turning Ross around he took the broken man’s head into his hands. He took his cum filled hand and washed the cop’s face with it. The cheers came from both groups of boys admiring the beauty of the destruction of this muscle bozo. His defeat ended his career. He could never face anyone in the neighborhood again with any self-respect. He left town and moved to another state.
