As Billy Jo returned to his apartment after the squash he suffered at the hands of Arthur and Deone, he realized how badly he had been beaten and the sexual abuse he suffered. How would he erase the stain of the match on his talent and manhood? He had agreed with a rematch and the use of a partner in a true tag match. Did he make the right choice or should he have just left and taken the whole affair as a learning moment? His pride had been stolen by the wrestling and sexual skills of the two black musclemen. How could he just walk away form that defeat and sexual assault as if nothing had happened? Yes, he had to redeem his honor and show he was not intimidated by any person white or black.
But what was he to do about a partner? He needed someone with strength and agility as well as courage to face the possible acts of demeaning physical and sexual domination. Who did he know that would be willing to step into the lion’s den and prepare to face two powerful and vicious black men who delighted in humiliating young white men? He thought of all the wrestlers he knew from the wrestling circuit but was hard pressed to identify someone willing to take on the burden of possible defeat. New to the circuit was Tommy. He had just graduated from wrestling school and not yet been assigned to a match. Tommy was 19, 5”11’, and 180 pounds. He had the developed body of a trained athlete due to his amateur background in wrestling and football. Billy Joe saw him one day at the arena. He struck up a conversation and then came around to the match he was scheduled to appear in. Tommy was interested because he wanted some actual experience before having a regular match. Billy Jo let him know the character of the match without too much detail. Excited about his first real bout he said yes to Billy Jo. Everything was in place. Billy Jo took Tommy back to the gym.
Having experienced his first sexual actions, Billy Jo knew that the inhibitions he had at the first match were gone. He would be as aggressive as the men who fought him at the site. He knew he could not tell Tommy everything, but he did tell him to expect the unexpected. Their opponents were powerful and held nothing back. Tommy took it all in stride and expressed his enthusiasm for the match. While talking to Tommy in his first extended exchange, Billy Jo began to feel the way the black wrestlers made him feel. The pain but also the pleasure was in his memory. He began to feel the same with young Tommy. He approached the younger wrestler with caution. He didn’t want to scare him away. Putting his hand on Tommy’s shoulder, he began to rub it as if giving a massage before or after a match. Tommy, also someone who had no sexual experience, was taken aback with the touching. But Billy Jo softly told Tommy that it was the standard action of veteran wrestlers who let go of all inhibitions when in the company of real men.
Would Tommy be repulsed by what was happening or would he see that changes in life style are no more radical than keeping the past for no good reason. Tommy was intrigued by what Billy Jo was doing and decided to let the physical contact continue. Tommy was fast approaching the point where he wanted more than just touch. Billy Jo sensed that his apprentice was ready for something more explicit. “Let me kiss you”, said Billy Jo. “All right,” was the boy’s response. Billy Jo gave Tommy a gentle but sensual touch on the mouth. Billy Jo began to take his trunks off and Tommy did the same. Looking on each other’s body they felt urges that Tommy had never experienced before. Billy Jo knew that now was the time to act. He placed his hands on Tommy’s nipples and felt the boy give a start that said he was ready. He took the boy into his arms and gave him another kiss before taking him down to the floor. Tommy let Billy Jo lie next to him where the older boy sucked his nipple and began to stroke his penis. Tommy was feeling things he had never felt before. A desire for this feeling to continue became the main thought of the younger boy. Never had he been stimulated to such a level of pleasure. The gentle mouth on his tits drove him to heights of ecstasy. The handjob added to the need for release. Tommy began to tremble with anticipation of an explosion of his manhood. Billy Jo seemed to have learned from his fight about the technique to bring a man to the pinnacle of orgasm. Tommy blew his cum all over his body and Billy Jo’s hand. He had never felt anything like this in his life and he craved for more. “Please do it again,” he pleaded of Billy Jo. His request was met with another orgasm almost as explosive as the first.
Billy Jo laid down next to Tommy and pointed to his nipple and penis. He too wanted to experience the power of sex which had eluded him in his match with his black rivels. They had been too busy taking him apart and enjoying their domination that they had no time to have Billy Jo share in their pleasure. Tommy imitated what Billy Jo had done to him and it had the same effect. The sucking and manhandling by Tommy was just what Billy Jo wanted. He also tightened his muscles as he neared the orgasm he deeply desired. When Tommy seemed to hesitate pulling back for a second, Billy Jo said: “Go ahead. You’re doing great.” Tommy went back to complete his mission and Billy Jo also had a massive explosion. Asking Tommy to repeat the move as he had done, he again felt the same pleasure shock course through his body. Both were exhausted from the effort. Billy Jo said “You are a great partner here and I know you will be a great partner in the ring.” The day ended with two new lovers coming to sexual maturity and the experience of gay sex and its appeal to young athletic men.
Arthur and Deone were just finishing their workout. As they entered the locker room Arthur asked Deone to wait a minute so they could discuss the match with Billy Jo and his as yet unknown partner. “What should be our plan for the match?” asked Deone. Arthur looked at him with a smile and said, “Remember what we did with that ass wipe? The most satisfying match we ever had. Let’s go as far as we can to reduce him and his partner to bitch status and make the crowd have their own orgasms as we enjoy making monkeys out of the white muscle boys.” “Outstanding,” replied Deone. “Using handsome white boys for domination is the greatest sexual satisfaction possible.” Going into the shower they began to cool down and remove the sweat of the practice. Looking at Deone in his magnificent nakedness, Arthur had to satisfy his rising lust for his partner. Taking the black Adonis into his arms he felt the raw sexual power of his partner. He knew that here was the man who could compliment his sexual prowess with physical strength. Their wrestling only added to the drive to use their opponents as instruments of domination and sexual satisfaction. They were a perfect match. Deone duplicated the feelings of Arthur in a violent and destructive way. Deone went down on Arthur and as the shower water covered him, he took the massive tool of his friend and began to bring him to a huge and exciting orgasm that had Arthur shaking from the beauty of the sucking and the rising of his juice in his loins. The cum shot was like a cannon firing, filling the mouth of Deone who swallowed the liquid as a gift from his lover. Arthur was drained and lifted Deone up to kiss him in a passionate and long held embrace. With a lover like Deone, thought Arthur, there is no limit to what we can accomplish.” With the kiss still held Arthur took the penis of Deone and began to caress and fondle the love tube. In a matter of seconds, he had Deone in a similar state of excitement as he anticipated his own explosion of black manhood. The release of Deone’s cum made for the end of a perfect day of training.
On the night of the rematch Billy Jo and Tommy went to the arena early to do some quick exercises and plan out the match. Arthur and Deone walked in a few seconds later. Arthur welcomed Billy Jo and said how excited he and Deone were about the rematch. “Is this your new partner,” asked Arthur. “Yes, he is.” Billy Jo introduced Tommy to the black team and said that he was a great addition to the match since this was Tommy’s first formal wrestling exhibition. Arthur smiled at Deone in a knowing way, as if to say what luck to have this novice in the ring. Arthur said to the young men that it was the tradition of the African Wrestling Club for the tag team members to share an experience with one of the other tag team members. (Wonderful but effective lie.) Arthur tried to take Tommy into his arms. Tommy instinctively drew back alarmed by the action of the muscle man. “Don’t worry, boy, I won’t hurt you. But you must follow tradition if you want to wrestler here,” was Arthur’s response. Not knowing what to expect, Tommy stood fixed in place. But when Arthur again put his arms around him, he let it happen. Arthur made a few moves with his dick against the boy’s. Pulling away Arthur said, “That wasn’t bad now was it,” whispered Arthur into Tommy’s ear. “But in the ring I will enjoy my pleasure.” Tommy was dumbfounded. Did he mean actual sexual assault? What had he gotten himself into? Billy Jo reassured him with “It is just intimidation, don’t worry.” Deone did the same with Billy Joe.
The arena was packed. Many had come for the rematch and the knowledge they would see a real tag team match and the masterful work of their black heroes against the white boys. As usual the visitors were roundly booed. Tommy was a little unnerved by the response but Billy Joe told him that was what they did here. When the home team entered the ovation was off the charts. Everyone anticipated another squash with brutal and sexually explicit holds.
The bell opened the event. Billy Jo started for his team determined to show that the last match was a fluke and he was a champion level wrestler. The truth was quick to be known. As Billy Jo moved toward Arthur, the black Hercules put a kick to his leg that sent him sprawling on the mat. Landing face first rattled him and left him monetarily flustered. Arthur wasted no time and landed a knee on the back of the prostrate youngster. Pulling him up by the hair, Arthur bent him back and spat into his face. “You really thought that you could equal our power and skill. Dumb ass. We just wanted another opportunity to degrade you in front of our fans. Thanks for the double fun with your partner.” Billy Jo saw that the actions after the last match were all for show so as to goad him into this ring of pain and sexual depravity. But it was too late to do anything now but fight for his dignity. He was sorry for getting Tommy into this mess. Arthur let a hammer blow fall on the exposed chest of his prey, letting him fall to the ground.
Arthur tagged in Deone. His first move was to lift the downed boy and body slam him full force onto the mat. A kick to his chest and a knee to his throat put Billy Jo in a state of numbing pain. But Deone had more in store for the wannabe champion. Raising the body of the boy Deone sent him into the ropes. When he came off the ropes Deone landed a beautiful and powerful drop kick that met Billy Joe square on the chest. Not hesitating a second, he then took Billy Jo and swung him into the ring corner. Following the battered young man, Deone made a running dive onto the body of the trapped white boy. He then did a monkey flip that had Billy Jo flying across the ring and landing fully on his back. Deone picked Billy Jo up and brought him to his corner and tagged in Arthur. The black Hercules took the bent over boy and lifted him until he was perched on Arthur’s neck. He then flung the hapless youngster into his own corner. When the body landed it hit the back of the corner. Billy Jo went down from the impact.
Arthur pointed to Tommy and motioned for him to come into the ring. Understandably, Tommy hesitated. The crowd began to make chicken noises implying that he was a coward. But Tommy finally had the courage to get into the ring. Arthur invited the white boy to take a clean shot at him. Tommy gave an elbow smash into the head of Arthur. The muscle man hardly moved. But when he returned the blow, he sent Tommy through the ropes and on to the floor. Deone ran around to where Tommy had landed. He picked him up and sent him into the ring post followed by a body slam on the ring apron. He then pushed Tommy back into the ring. Athur dragged the boy to his corner and tagged in Deone. Jumping over the ropes he landed a back body drop on the plaything. Again, sending Tommy into the ropes he lifted him as he came off and threw him as high as he could letting him fall flat on his face and body.
Now it was Deone’s turn to point to Billy Jo and demand he come into the ring. When he hesitated Deone simply grabbed him by the hair and pulled him into the ring. Putting his toy into a full nelson, he put full pressure on the neck shaking him like the proverbial rag doll. He then changed the hold and took Billy Jo’s legs lifting the white victim and swinging him around and around for several turns. He then began to raise and lower the swing until he had the right height and speed to drive Billy Jo head first into the mat.
Arthur yelled at Deone: “Make him sequel.” Code for get down and dirty. Deone picked Billy Jo up and laid a blockbuster kiss on the young wrestler. “Now we get serious,” said Deone. He meant that anything goes that satisfies the fans and excites the black torturers. Deone puts his hand into Billy Jo’s briefs and grabs his ball sack. With a smile on his face, he begins to apply pressure to the tender parts and elicits a howl from the white victim. The response from the fans is like an earthquake. This is what they have been waiting for. Any bozo can wrestle according to the rules or even a little rule breaking, but only a practiced artist can reduce a man to physical and sexual exploitation. Deone was the artist “par excellence.” When he felt the flesh starting to give under his squash move, he relented so as not to permanently neuter his victim. But that merely meant a change in target. The screams and yells of Billy Jo were transferred to his penis which Deone grasped in his hand and squeezed with all the pressure he could bring. The tool was fully extended, giving the black demon a firm target. Going to his corner he tagged in Arthur.
Arthur entered the ring and put Billy Jo into a head lock, putting tremendous pressure on the head and neck. Then without warning he did a back kick into the white boy’s balls. Letting go of the headlock he took the boy and executed a front atomic drop making sure his knee hit the target of the groin. Billy Jo doubled over in pain. Taking the poor youngster by the nipples he lifted him up and putting pressure on his target lifted the boy until he was on tip toes and being jerked around while his tits were being abused. “Want some more?” Arthur asked. “Here, let’s try this.” Letting go of the nipples he planted the now pain filled boy in the corner. There he put his mouth on the beautiful tits before him and began to bite the pink flesh. If he was screaming at his highest decibels with the hand crush, he screamed even louder, if possible, with his delicate tit being knawel by the mouth of a wild beast without concern or mercy. Arthur broke the skin but only drew enough blood to do a “breast feed”. The fans were in a state of ecstasy at the actions unfolding before their eyes. This was what they wanted. Prove the power and domination of black brothers over so-called white muscle. Arthur knew this and milked it for all it was worth.
But what about Tommy. He needed to be part of this massacre. Putting Billy Jo into his corner he reached for Tommy’s legs under the ropes and dragged him into the whirlpool of pain and sexual torture. Going to his corner he tagged in Deone, whose eyes lite up at the thought of using this young and pretty boy. Knowing the fans favorite hold was nipple torture, he also began to bite one of the tits of this new object of pain. Again, just breaking the skin he also drew blood for his version of “breast feeding”. But he wanted more to satisfy his growing lust. Pulling Tommy’s trunks off, he put the boy on the top turnbuckle, grabbed his legs, and had him perched in a perfect position. The boy’s exposed cock was at the level of Deone’s mouth. Taking the tool into his mouth he began to bite at the head with just enough pressure to elicit a cry of surrender. But there was no surrender here. Tommy had never experienced such pain or humiliation in his young life. He responded like an animal caught in a trap. But there was no escape. When he had produced blood from the penis he dropped Tommy into the corner,
With the boy in perfect position, Deone brought his own tool to Tommy’s mouth. Landing a couple of blows to make him more cooperative, the black tool, now engorged and pulsing, was thrust into the mouth of the receptacle of the Deone’s manhood. Holding the top ropes in the corner, he plunged into the orifice now open to him. His thrusts drove the target’s head back against the second strand corner pad. The feeling of this new piece of meat around his love organ drove him to new heights of power and control. Here was a worthy object for his masterly art of destruction. The young man was even more appealing to him than Billy Jo being younger and more teen looking. Deone had an uncontrollable desire to wreak this pretty thing as he had never done before. If possible, his act of abuse rose to new levels of surging hormones. He had to make this fuck the best he had ever driven into another person as well as the most sexual sensation he had ever felt. Feeling his cum rising in his groin, Deone pushed harder and deeper with each thrust of his now huge weapon. He shuddered as the moment of climax arrived and he exploded into the poor kid’s mouth with firehose pressure. He wanted every pulse to be felt and every ejaculation drained to the limit. When the victory of cock over mouth was complete Dione lifted the violated boy to his feet and kissed him with the most powerful and dominating effort he had ever made. The shuddering of his body could not stop for the sheer ecstasy of the incredible fuck he had visited on Tommy. Exhausted, he went to his corner and tagged in Arthur.
How do I top that thought Arthur. Taking the totally destroyed Tommy he brought him to the opponents corner. Here was Billy Jo. What a great target to match Deone sexploitation of young Tommy. Billy Jo had no wish to be next in line for a massive sex assault. “How about a deal,” he said to Arthur. “Deal? What deal? Billy Jo answered: “Use Tommy instead of me for your grand fuck and I will join you in using him. Think of the reaction of the fans with the heel turn.” “Sounds interesting,” responded Arthur. “Heel turn? Not bad.” Taking the still exhausted Tommy, Arthur followed Billy Jo’s suggestion. Taking the boy, he tied him up in the top and second rope. Now he would give the fans a show they had never seen before. His billy club had aways been just a prop of a former policeman. Now it would be an instrument of pain. Approaching the boy, he pulled off his trunks and lifted his leg putting the club at the opening of his hole. Tommy was beyond himself with what he saw being used against him. Just twisting the tool prepared the way to a serious intrusion of his bottom. Arthur began to push the instrument harder and harder until he reached three inches inside. But that would not really satisfy either him or the fans. He called Billy Jo into the ring. Gasps from the crowd betrayed the unbelief that Billy Jo would turn on his partner. But there it was. Arthur told Billy Jo to take Tommy off the ropes but then hold him to administer a reverse atomic drop. The point of contact would not be the bottom of the victim on Billy Jo’s knee but the end of the club. Billy Jo raised up Tommy and brought him down on the mat so that the end of the club was shoved up into Tommy’s rectum. The cry from Tommy almost overshadowed cheer of the fans. Arthur walked up to Tommy and removed the offending instrument. Bringing it up to Tommy’s mouth he began to twist and turn it as if cleaning the tip. Arthur had bettered Deone’s fuck. The reaction of the crowd proved it.
“Great move, Billy Jo. A perfect heel turn. But I don’t like traitors,” was Arthur’s remark to Billy Jo. With those words he let fly with a round house kick that floored the young man. It would be his turn as a sex target for Arthur and Deone. Tommy had crawled to the ring apron seeking asylum. He needn’t have worried. Billy Jo was the next fuck for Arthur. Landing multiple blows on his new target, Arthur pinned Billy Jo in the corner of the ring. Stripping the young man of his trunks, he raised him up on the second rope pad and put his legs over the ropes. Getting his club he moved toward Billy Jo whose reaction was one of fear and dread because of what had happened to Tommy. But Arthur used the club as a strangle tool, pushing it into his victim’s throat. With Billy Jo now immobilized he took out his own tool and rammed it up into the exposed opening. Arthur tended to be more the finesse wrestler while Deone was the wild one. Now Arthur dropped any pretense of artistry and went for raw physical attack. Pushing his massive cock into Billy Jo, he made it his mission to reward treachery. As did Deone, Arthur uses the ropes to ground himself and aiding the strokes of penetration. Anger added to the sheer power of Arthur’s muscles. The penis began its penetration with out preparation or slow development. The attack was sudden and complete. In a couple of drives he was in and also pounding the balls as they fell before the hole. Billy Jo gave out cries and moans as the fuck went on and on. Arthur would leave his young man with a torn rectum and bloody discharge. There was no holding back for Arthur now. Strokes became piston shots. Penetration became drilling. Arthur had to make Billy Jo know that he had committed the worst crime among black wrestlers. Never turn on a partner. The rise of the cum in his body sent Arthur into a frenzy of sex punishment. Billy Jo would remember this day for the rest of his life. The explosion of cum inside Billy Jo went on, it seemed, for minutes. Billy Jo was crying from the pain and shame he was experiencing. Arthur said: “So the little boy is crying. I always knew you were a nobody wrestler. A child trying to pretend you are a man.” Arthur let Billy Jo fall from the corner continuing to cry as he held his violated bottom.
Both young men had now experienced the agony of defeat in ways they could not have imagined at the beginning of the night. But it wasn’t over yet. Arthur and Deone had not exhausted their sexual or sadistic desires. Now the two joined together to enjoy the rest of the evening. Taking Billy Jo and Tommy, they heaved them over their backs in matching torture racks. Bouncing and pulling on the head and legs of their baggage made the boys scream their unanswered submission. Dropping the bodies they tossed them into the ropes flipping the boys over head to a crash on the mat. Each began to attack the young men by exchanging what each had done before. Deone took Billy Jo and began to mouth fuck the now fallen man who regretted his betrayal for the pain he had brought on himself. Deone made the punishment as painful and humiliating as he could. Again, he pushed his spear into the now devastated Billy Jo and loved the feel of the warn mouth around his cock. Again, he pushed his tool to its limit just waiting for the spray of cum into the white mouth of Billy Jo. No one had the ability to shoot multiple ejections of manhood as did Deone. One more time would seal his reputation as a veritable reservoir of white sperm. The end came with a vicious thrust into the boy’s throat that put ounces of cum down his wind pipe that caused Billy Jo to gag and heave to keep his airway open. Deone rubbed his cum covered tool over the face of the beaten bitch.
Arthur took the still suffering Tommy and putting him on his back pushed his still engorged cock into the manhole of the now toy boy. Nearing exhaustion from all the heavy exercise that night, Arthur made quick work of Tommy’s ass. Rapid and pulsing drives into the boy quickly brought Arthur to full extension and a high state of anticipation which was ended with a massive shower of cum into the already punished rectum. The night had been everything they had hoped for. The young wrestlers, Billy Jo and Tommy, had given both the black sadists and the demanding fans everything they could have hoped for. The night was a success for the promoter, the wrestlers, and the fans. What were the chances of duplicating this event.? Only time would tell.
In the dressing room later, Billy Jo and Tommy had to deal with the loss and Billy Jo’s betrayal. Tommy accused Billy Jo of lying to him about the nature of the match. He never would have agreed if he had known what to expect. But Billy Jo’s attempted heel turn to save himself was the final straw. He never wanted to see or interact with Billy Jo again. He threatened to let everyone at the pro club know what kind of person he was. Billy Jo grabbed Tommy and began to beat him. He would use the boy the way he had been treated and then Tommy could tell anyone he wanted. Putting Tommy into a sleeper that reduced his resistance, Billy Jo put his penis into the mouth of the groggy youth. With punishing drives he let the feel of the wet and warm mouth bring him to a high state of excitement. With the rising feeling of ecstasy he prepared to put the winer baby where he belonged, with a mouth full of his cum. Sealing the action with a kiss Billy Jo left the broken Tommy to stew over his loss and sexual humiliation. Would he tell everyone about the night? Who could tell?
