Billy Jo was a young wrestler from Alabama. He had begun his career in small local clubs but now he was recognized as one of the best and most promising wrestlers in the State. He was in constant demand by promoters who saw him as a great draw for their cards. He had just turned 23 and stood 6”2 and weighed 190 lbs. But his other physical attributes were even more impressive. He was boyishly handsome with a shock of loose brown hair. He had multiple abdominal ridges because of his sit up routine, pretty nipples on sculpted breasts, muscular but not huge arms that kept the whole look symmetrical. Young girls and guys tried to meet him for intimate relations, but he was a straight arrow about sex, never had having any sexual relations, determined to focus only on his career.
He felt one significant deficiency in his work. He had hardly any matches with black opponents. The old South was still alive. He wanted to test himself against top black wrestlers to prove he had the talent to become state champion. No matter how hard he tried the promoters kept him away from biracial matches. It frustrated him to no end. How could he prove himself as the best in the State if he never met and defeated the best wrestlers whatever their race.
Then, he received an invitation from a local wrestling club that was the best black club in the state. Here was his chance to prove himself against the best regardless of race. His friends warned him that he was going into the lion’s den. The club had some of the best, strongest, and most vicious pro wrestlers anyone knew about. He would be tested in ways he could not dream of. But he was determined to make his mark everywhere he could.
When he spoke with the promoter, he discovered that they wanted a handicap match against their own tag champs. He thought about it, but was certain his skills and strength could overcome any obstacles. He agreed.
The night of the match he drove to the site. On arrival he was led to his dressing room. There he met a couple of wrestlers doing the prelims. The greeted him in a friendly way but remarked that he was now in a different world from what he knew. Expect to be tested to your limit. Not one to back away from a challenge, he thanked them but said he wanted to prove he was a top ranked wrestler by going against the best.
The tag team champs were physical masterpieces in their own right. Arthur was an ex-police officer who carried a billy club into the ring. He was 6”1’ and 200 lbs. of solid muscle. He had multiple abdominal ridges, large, beautiful nipples crowning two massive breasts with arms and legs just as massive. He was the enforcer of the team. Deone was only 5”11’ but a still healthy 190. As muscular as Arthur, he had a well-proportioned physique with arms, legs, abdominals, breast and tits to die for. They had defeated every team they had met with no mercy given or asked. This was their first bout with someone like Billy Jo. They planned out their strategy for the match which was to be a domination event to please the crowd and push Billy Jo to the limits of his endurance.
Getting ready for the match the bros began their pre-match exercises. Arthur began to massage Deone’s back and neck. The response of Deone was a heightened pulse in his penis. It grew and grew with each touch. Turning toward Arthur he began to play with his partners nipples. Arthur’s reaction was the same. Taking each other into their arms they began a slow frottage movement. The muscular frame of each stimulated their juices as they felt the power in each tactile sensation. They were partners but also unabashed lovers. Arthur put Deone on the floor and lay over him rubbing his tool against the tool and belly of Deone. The kiss that followed was as passionate as any man would deliver to a woman. The explosion was just as powerful as the muscles each carried. Arthur was not yet satiated when Deone said “We have to go now”. “I know”, responded Arthur. “I really want to make this guy pay for interfering with my love life,” he added.
The audience was jammed packed in the arena when Billy Jo entered the ring. There were catcalls and slurs from the audience. He was unaccustomed to this but ignored the crowd. He went over into his corner and waited for the arrival of Arthur and Deone. When they started down the aisle for the ring the audience went wild, cheering, whistling, and yelling “Go get that so and so”. They stepped into the ring and paraded around jumping up on the ring ropes and letting out yells. The audience responded with calls to “beat the bastard” and “destroy him then fuck him”. While this was going on Arthur and Deone were egging them on and whipping them into a frenzy.
Billy Jo waited in his corner for the bell to start the match. Arthur and Deone were in their corner talking to each other deciding which one would face Billy Jo first. They also ran over the various things that they had in store for their opponent.
Arthur started for his team. After a few moves circling each other, Arthur went for a low tackle which put Billy Jo on the ground. Arther quickly picked him up again before he could respond and sent him into the mat with a body slam, the power of which sent waves of pain down the young man’s back. Arthur was never one to wait for his next move and planted a knee across the exposed chest of the downed youngster. A double foot jump to the abdomen caused Billy Jo to double over. Arthur saw the damage he had done and picking up his victim sent him into the ropes meeting him with a clothesline that spun the young man in a full circle before he hit the mat. Arthur put his opponent into an abdominal stretch and pushed the back of poor Billy Jo to its extreme bend point. Yells of suffering poured from the mouth of the victim but no surrender. To excite the crowd Arthur began to squeeze and twist the nipples of his prisoner and grabbed his groin. Arthur screamed foul but no one was listening. Arthur let the boy drop and went to his corner to tag in Deone.
Deone was a trained master of pain. He enjoyed seeing men suffer at his hands. Even more so than his partner. This was an opportunity he would not let pass. Deone went after Billy Jo with abandon. He did not intend to show off his wrestling skills but was intent on merely extracting as much pleasure from inflicting punishment and hearing the cries of his victim. A kick to the head of his downed opponent set up an elbow drop on the chest followed by another on the abdomen and another on the legs. Deone put a foot into the privates of the poor bastard. Billy Jo had never felt such pain before and howled out his pain for all to hear. Wriggling on the mat he was a poor sight to see. Deone went for another attack landing a leg drop across Billy Jo’s neck.
Arthur called out for Deone to change partners. Deone tagged in Arthur who added his own assault with a knee drop on the chest of his opponent. Taking his victim, he threw Billy Jo outside the ring to the floor. Arthur did not allow Billy Jo easy entry into the ring but did a running dive that caught the poor young man full force. Then a quick kick to the leg and Billy Jo was on the ground again. Arthur lifted him by the hair into the ring. Back in the ring Arthur met Billy Jo with a drop kick to the face sending him back into the ropes where he came out again into the waiting embrace of Arthur who applied a bearhug that put Billy Jo into a dick-to-dick contact with Arthur’s ample tool. Arthur worked the hold so as to rub his penis into Billy Jo’s with the hope that it would stimulate the boy’s own sexual urges. He accomplished his aim. Billy Jo was overcome with a sexual urge he had resisted to not distract from his career. Arthur knew he had found a worthy target for his efforts.
Dropping his prey Arthur put a boot to the head of Billy Jo and then picked him up and ran across the ring with his victim and planted his head into the mat with a bulldog sit out. Now with his man groggy Arthur began to pour punches and kicks upon the body of the now battered youngster. From head to toe he beat him senseless until he lay on his back motionless. But now was not the time to end the game.
Using his enemy’s hair, Arthur lifted him up until he was waist high and sent a knee into the exposed face followed immediately by another until the young man’s face began to bleed from the blows. As Arthur released Billy Jo, he fell to the ground clutching his face and moaning loudly. Arthur pulled him by the leg to his own corner and handed him off to Deone.
Deone enjoyed his work. The use of young men as his toy was a turn on for him. Here was a handsome, nicely built young man who provided him with a sensation of power and excitement. He was loving every minute. Deone dropped his knee on the back of his target causing him to lift up several inches. He repeated the move with his elbow and finished with a double foot drop. Billy Jo was immobilized from the attack. Deone could care less. Picking him up he dropped him on his knee in a backbreaker but did not let him fall. He forced the body to bend as he pushed the head and legs down. Billy Jo said, "I give. Please stop." Not yet, boy." Deone responded.
Reeling from his beating, he was an easy target for the black pain machine. He put him on the top of the turnbuckle and executed a perfect hurricana that landed his opponent on his head. Moving quickly Deone tossed Billy Jo into the ropes and jumped up hitting him with a flying elbow to the chin. Billy Jo was all but knocked out. Moving toward him Deone sat across his body and took a handful of hair into his hand and began to rain blow after blow into the face of the prone young man. Tagging in Arthur the pain would continue.
Arthur let a knee connect with Billy Jo’s head and followed this up with a foot to the face of his handsome victim. Pulling his boy by the hair he drove a punch into the stomach of the now devastated young man.
Taking Billy Jo to his own corner, Arthur tagged in Deone. Deone was salivating at the chance to get back into the ring. He threw Billy Jo into the ropes and met him with a forked thrust into the throat. The poor wrestler was writhing on the mat as he struggled to breath. Deone pulled him up by the ears, just to add insult to injury. Putting his hand on the groin and another on the throat, he lifted Billy Jo up over his head and flung him across the ring where he landed with a thud.
It was the feeling of domination that spurred them on to utterly demolish this pathetic excuse for masculinity, who dared get into the ring with muscular and sensually superior men. His wrestling skills were no match for powerful, handsome, and sexually driven demigods.
“Now”, said Deone. He meant it was time to expose the boy to total humiliation
Both grabbed the trunks of the young victim and ripped them off, exposing the genitals of their opponent. Going behind his target, Arthur put an arm around Billy Jo’s throat to control him and then he grabbed the penis of the boy and started to rough pump the tool in his hand. The young victim felt what was happing and tried to struggle free. But it was no use. The power of the black wrestler and the skill of his manipulation soon brought him to full attention. Grown to full size the friction of Arthur’s hand on the tender flesh woke up in Billy Jo a feeling that he had fought to avoid. But the end was a forgone conclusion. Arthur’s mastery of penis stimulation was more than the boy could resist. Screaming as his organism gushed white fluid onto the ground beneath him, he was now victim of the masters of sexual wrestling. Deone picked up the action and also brought Billy Jo to an explosive climax.
But there was more to do. Overwhelmed by the barrage of beatings he had to endure, Billy Jo again said, "Please, no more. I give up." Deone replied, "This is where the fun begins." Taking Billy Jo, Deone pushed his own tool into the mouth of his target. Nothing calm or steady, but brutal thrusts the full length of his penis. The force of the entrance rendered the mouth raw. Then with a push as deep as possible he exploded into the victim’s mouth driving as much of his cum down the throat and into the stomach. Gagging, he felt both shame and fear. Arthur, with less force but more finesse, ran his tool at a more deliberate speed letting Billy Jo’s mouth work the head with a more delicate effect until he reached the point of explosion and then with his hands behind the boy’s head rammed home the now massive cock that generated so much cum that some spilled out of the boy’s mouth and onto his face.
Deone took the now violated victim and pinning him to the ropes did what he had been waiting for. He put his mouth on the delicious tits of his poor victim and began to bite with just enough pressure to elicit screams of pain. Billy Jo was nearing a moment of uncontrollable suffering as the feeling of fire from the teeth of his tormentor. But Deone not wanting to permanently damage the boy stopped. The crowd exploded with excitement at the cries and tears of pain from the victims.
The black muscle men put the boy face down on the mat. Raising their opponent’s butt, Arthur pushed his fingers in the hole preparing to fuck the boy in the middle of the ring. With a massive drive first Arthur and then Deone took turns shoving their hard cocks into the rectum of their target. With unlimited muscle strength, they drove as deep as possible and repeated each push with renewed power. The man under attack screamed from the pain and raw power being applied to him. Arthur grabbed the head and neck of the poor victim to give him greater control over the massive fuck he was administering to the violated wrestler who realized he had made a terrible mistake in taking on both men. Arthur came first. His cum plowed into Billy Jo with a beautiful example of breeding, putting the man juice into the boy rather than taking it out to finish by masturbation. Arthur had seldom felt such pleasure as defiling this muscular and pretty pro wrestler in the brutal way that he had just done. Deone was more concerned with the pain and humiliation he could visit on Billy Jo. He drove into his target without any concern for his victim. No finesse or technique, only brute power. The defeated boy would understand that a powerful and invincible man was reducing him to toy boy status. Holding the head and neck of his victim he bent the back of Billy Jo as he shot his cum into the helpless loser.
Arthur now picked up Billy Jo and put him into the most powerful bear hug he could muster. Billy Jo screamed at the pressure on his back and ribs. Using the body in his grasp Arthur began the frottage orgasm he desired. Pushing, gyrating, moving up and down Arthur brought himself to the moment when his cum spread over the groin and belly of his sex toy.
Deone was wet with anticipation at the thought of doing the same to this yummy dessert of this match. The sexual domination was driving him to extremes of physical and sexual efforts. Holding the violated body in his grasp, Deone began the rhythm of frontal movement stimulating his own tool to full size. So powerful were the arms engulfing him the boy yelled and screamed at the pain he endured. Penis against penis, the body engulfed by power arms, sensual gyrations brought Deone to a peak of sexual domination. The crowd waited for the climax. When Deone had brought himself to the peak of sensation, he smacked a powerful bitch kiss on his victim raising hoots and hollers from the crowd. Then Deone exploded with ropes of cum covering the belly and groin of the boy and himself and at that moment with the added power in his arms he put the back of their victim into a vise like grip. Billy Jo screamed his abject submission after all. "I submit, I give. Please, no more. Don't hurt me anymore."
The reaction of the audience told everything. The crowd went wild with these words. Their heroes had devastated this poor white boy from pillar to post. Screams and yells echoed through the hall. Young women and men also felt their own orgasm as they saw these Greek gods destroy both sexually and physically the handsome and muscular man.
Not wanting to waste this opportunity, Arthur’s last act was to use his crushed opponent as a passive tool for his sexual gratification. With the beaten man now on the mat, he put himself on top of his defeated foe. A good frottage would make up for the interrupted frottage from before the match. Arthur went down on Billy Jo. Putting himself on top of Billy Jo he began to rub his cock on the groin area and the belly. Holding the head of his toy he began to rub his own tool against the flesh of the toy-boy he had battered. Pressing against the victim’s lips he began a passionate kiss that went over the top in bringing him to a final, satisfying explosion of sexual pleasure.
The end of the match brought the crowd to its feet. This was the kind of wrestling they enjoyed. They applauded the victors for the beauty of the physical and sexual actions they performed on their opponent. Going over to Billy Jo the wrestlers helped lift him up and raised his hand in a sign of respect for all he had endured during the match. The crowd also recognized Billy Jo’s part in their enjoyment of the wrestling that had just taken place.
After the match in the locker room. Arthur and Deone approached the beaten boy. They said that this was one of the best matches they had ever experienced and asked if they could schedule a rematch. But next time he should bring a partner for a true tag team match. Billy Jo, trying to regain a semblance of self-control, said that he might be able to get a partner for a rematch. The black wrestlers thanked him for giving their fans a reason to cheer them on in a spirit of domination and control. They did not think lesser of him for losing, but they felt he was just what they needed to reestablish themselves as the champs. Billy Jo realized that he had a way to go to be the real state pro champion. But no pain, no gain.
