ALL WORLDS PRO WRESTLING - Text Multi-Choice Game - Writing Sample

Wrestling Game

Chapter 10

OPTION H-2-2-B 2. I want him to dominate me.

He stalks you, and immediately pulls you in for the lock up. You think it's going to be a nice, friendly match, but as you lock up, Rory throws a knee up, slamming you right in the abs.

"Poo-ahhh." You hunker forward, doubling over from the impact.

He pulls you up to a standing position, bends down and lunges forward, then lifts you up over his shoulder. He holds you there for a moment, then turns and flips you onto the bed.

You land on your back, and he comes around the bed where your head is, and jumps on top of you, facing your feet. He pins your arms down with his knees, then brings them together, trapping your head between his granite-like thighs.

"Aagnnhhh..." You yell out and kick up your legs, to try and catch him in your own scissors. He bats them away, but falls to the side, which turns you onto yours. At the same time, he wraps his thighs around your head, and has you trapped in his head scissors. He squeezes, flexing his thighs, causing you to grimace, grunt, and moan.

*TEST HORNINESS STATS:
IF HIGH:

You're facing his butt, and he has free access to your whole body. You feel his hand clamp onto your bulge and give it a light twist.

You gasp.

He pulls on your bulge, until it releases from his hand with a snap. It jiggles and shoots pain up through your stomach.

You cup your genitals and moan, trying to guard them from further attack.

He easily pulls your hands away, and grabs your dick, again, then grinds his fist into your pubic bone, just above the shaft of your penis.

“Oh, God.” You hear yourself gasp. It feels so good.

He pulls on your dick, stroking it hard, as he lightly punches, then continues grinding his fist into your pubic bone.

You feel it almost immediately. He’s working you perfectly, and you’re about to cum.

He asks, “You want to give it up, *PCsName.”

The last thing you want him to do, at this moment, is stop. You grunt, “Oh,” and instead of submitting. You start cumming.

He laughs, and keeps grinding his fist and jacking you off as you spurt out all your semen.

When you’re done he releases his hold on you, and you roll onto your back. He lies on top of you, and gives you a kiss. “Nothing better than a jobber boy.” He lies next to you, and pulls you in to a nice hug. You nuzzle and cuddle for hours, until you fall asleep in each other’s arms.

*IF LOW:

You're facing his butt and he has free access to your whole body. He gives your head another squeeze by flexing his thick muscular thighs. You groan, then feel his fist slam into your gut. All the wind is knocked out of you. He pats where he just punched you, then taunts you, "Having a good time?"

“Uhn…” is all you can say.

“Wanna give it up, *PCsName?” Rory has a tinge of evil laughter in his voice. He grinds his fist into your stomach. “Can you take anymore?”

You struggle, but he has a tight hold on your head. You don’t answer him, so he throws another punch into your abs, then grinds his fist into them.  

It hurts and knocks the wind out of you, but his grinding fist feels oddly pleasurable.

He does it again, slamming his right fist into your midsection, then grinds.

You grunt, and gasp for air, then hear yourself blurt out, “I give… Please... I give.”

He releases your head, and you roll onto your back.

He lies on top of you, and gives you a kiss. “Nothing better than a jobber boy.” He lies next to you, and pulls you in to a nice hug. You nuzzle and cuddle for hours, until you fall asleep in each other’s arms.

ROWDY ARMSTRONG 2 - Pro Wrestling Rookie - Writing Sample

Chapter One – NEWBIES

When the door shut behind them, and they were alone, Mike grabbed Rory's face. "RORY! What is happening, here?”

          Rory giggled. He was nervous, and his erection had already sprung to full attention. He tried to think of what to do, to prepare, when he got the idea. "Let’s put on our Tag Team trunks!"

          Mike threw his head back. "Oh, man! I didn't bring those. I didn't know..."

          Rory dug into his bag, produced both pairs of white trunks, and laid them on the bed.

          "OH FUCK!" Mike pulled him in for a kiss, and tugged on the protruding bulge in Rory's pants.

          “Ungh…” Rory grunted, then stripped down to nothing, and his boner flopped straight out.

          Mike had to pull on it, again.

          "Unhhh... Uhnnnn..." Rory smiled, closed his eyes, and held on to Mike's wrist. "Wait... Uhnnn..."

          Mike was becoming too enthusiastic.

          Rory held his breath. "Slow down! Put your trunks on."

          Rory slipped into his. At first, he pushed his hard-on down, trying to make it less conspicuous, but realized it could only help in this particular venue. So, he let it stick straight out, completely tenting his trunks. As much as it made him self-conscious, it made him feel equally aroused. He watched Mike pull his own trunks on, also with a massive erection. Rory smiled when he saw their Tag Team name printed across Mike's butt in yellow letters: "THE BLOND BOMBERS".

          Mike pushed his restrained erection against Rory's, who closed his eyes, and held on to Mike's shoulders.        

          Bravon stood at Mark and Vinny’s door for a few, very long seconds. He was nervous, and that embarrassed him. He always thought of himself as so cool, and up for anything. Rory popped into his mind, which didn’t make any sense. Why was he thinking about Rory, and why did Rory give him those looks at dinner?

          There was a whisper from behind. “Hey.” And, a hand grabbed his shoulder. It was Vinny, with a HUGE smile on his face. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come.”

          “You were?” Bravon was surprised.

          “Yeah! I mean, I know how you are. We can just hang out, if you wanna.” Vinny opened the door, and stepped inside, guiding Bravon in by the shoulder.

          Marky was on his bed, reading, which Bravon found very odd. “Hey, Bravo! That’s cool, you came.” Marky was a bit reserved. These normally rowdy Jersey Boys were behaving so differently.

          “Have a seat.” Vinny indicated the desk chair he turned around to face the beds.

          Bravon sat, and fidgeted. This wasn’t what he expected, at all.

          “So, if you need to bunk here, tonight, that’s totally cool.” Marky put his book down.

          “Cool, thanks!” Bravon was now more nervous than he had been when he was expecting a sex attack.

          There was a knock at the door. Both Blond Bomber's jumped. "Who is it?" Rory called out.

          The door swung open, and big Clint filled the doorway, wearing only a towel around his waist. "You two ready?.... Oh, shit!" When he saw Rory and Mike wearing their matching white trunks and hard-ons, he slammed the door behind him, and his boner made the towel stick out. The normally cool, collected Clint was now as agitated as the much smaller Blond boys. His huge hairy chest heaved, and his giant fists clenched and unclenched.

          Rory's cockiness kicked in, "Yeah, and you don't stand a chance, man!"

          Clint smiled, "I'm beginning to see that may be a distinct possibility."

          "Yeah. Either with me, or Marky. It's cool with us." Vinny indicated both beds.

          Bravon shifted in his chair. "Cool."

          Marky took off his shirt. "Yeah, get comfortable." Both he and Vinny were barefoot, wearing only gym shorts, after Vinny stripped off his shirt.

          Bravon took his off and threw it on the desk. Even though he was wearing shoes and gym shorts, he felt naked.

          "Man, the first week of training is a fucking monster!" Marky looked up at the ceiling, remembering. "Bravo, my man. Make sure you are ready for it! Monday will be the hardest day of your life!"

          Vinny frowned, and tilted his head back and forth. "Yeah." Thinking maybe it wasn’t the hardest day of his life.

          Bravon rolled his chair closer to the beds. "What makes it so hard?"

          "It's NON-stop! You do bumps for half the day, no break. Slams, kick outs, kick ups, etcetera, etcetera, lunch for 15 minutes, then it starts over. Everything back to back to back! No breaks, and if you have to go to the bathroom, you RUN! If any trainer sees you lower your intensity, they're on you!"

          "I kinda liked it. It was a GREAT workout!" Vinny flexed his abs, without even thinking about it.

          Marky rolled his eyes. "Yeah, it's an amazing workout, but you're fucking tired, and you're up early the next morning, sore, exhausted, and starving!"

          Bravon was about to say how he loved hard workouts, but Vinny beat him to it.

"But, look. He's in awesome shape! A lot better than when you started." Vinny said, very matter-of-factly.

          "Yeah, that's true." Marky was a muscular, beefy, hunky boy, at 5' 9" and 222 lbs, but not as cut as Bravon, and definitely not the sculpted muscle Vinny was.          

          That was a perfect opportunity for Marky to demonstrate his usual cocky attitude, but he didn't. Bravon was perplexed. He wanted to feel at-ease, and enjoy this pleasant side of these guys, but he couldn't understand what was happening.

Rory tried not to sound disappointed, "But, I kinda wanted to get a hold of you in your trunks. With just a towel, you're making it WAY to easy for us." He poked Clint's erection.

          "Oh, yeah?!" Clint pulled off his towel, and was wearing classic black pro trunks. His boner stretched out the front, casting a shadow across his massive muscle thigh.

          Mike almost lost it. He had never been this close to that amount of muscle in his life, and Rory wasn't much calmer. Although he'd been around Dyer Anderson, with his gigantic thighs, he never had a sexual encounter with a huge wrestler. Sure, his ex-boyfriend, Duane, was a big muscle boy, but Clint made him look almost normal-sized, in comparison.

          Rory pushed Clint up against the wall, and pinned one of his wrists to it, as he slugged Clint's big, hairy brick wall of a stomach with his right fist. WHAMP!

          "Ung!" It was nothing for Clint, but he was getting into it.

          Mike stepped forward to pin Clint's free arm using both hands, and Rory let loose with a second right fist. WHAMP! He loved watching Clint's erection bounce, as his body undulated when he pretended to be affected by Rory's punches.

          "Oh, Jesus!" As much as Clint loved dominating little muscle boys, this scene was definitely feeding into another kind of fantasy for him.

          "SHHH! Keep your mouth shut!" Rory grabbed one of Clint's big pecs, and clawed it. He wanted to get his hands on the big man's chest since the first second they met. He licked his lips as he felt the slab of muscle flex in his hand.

          Clint was pleasantly surprised by Rory's heel side. "Oh… Rory!" Clint struggled, although he easily could have broken out of their hold.

          Rory grabbed Clint's other pec, just feeling the expanse of muscle at first, then clawed it, let go, and clawed, again.

          "Ooohhh, man!... Unnggghhh..." Clint squirmed.

Rory nibbled Clint's nipple, then bit harder.

          Clint's whole body jumped. "Oh, Rory! Damn!"

          Rory was on to something, possibly winding down a path toward one of Clint’s weaknesses.

          Mike was normally the object of Rory's sexual domination, and he felt strange, as did Rory, but he let it go, and licked Clint's other nipple, before biting it, himself.

          "Oh, JESUS!" Clint was in serious trouble. He wasn’t playing the helpless jobber, anymore. The Blond Boys were actually starting to dominate him, sexually. 

          "Nice! I guess you're just our little Jobber Toy, aren't you, 'big' man?" That was the wrong thing for Rory to say, out loud.

          Marky nodded. "Yeah, Bravon isn't as jacked as you, but I kinda feel like he's stronger, and could out-last you."

          Vinny gave him a sideways glance. "I don't know about stronger."

          Marky pointed at Bravon. "What do you think?"

          "Uh, well, yeah!" Bravon tried not to look directly at either one, but it seemed there was tenting action going on in both Jersey Boy's shorts. "For your size, Vinny, you're big, proportionally bigger than me, for sure. Did you ever compete in Bodybuilding?" Bravon was sincere.

          "Oh, man!" Marky chortled.

          Vinny sat up and flexed his pecs. "Oh, yeah! Mr. Seaside Heights and Mr. New Jersey first place Light Heavy, and second place Overall!”

          Marky laughed and shook his head.

          Bravon turned toward Marky, but directed a hand at Vinny. "I mean, come on!"

          "Nah, yeah, for sure. He's got the body, but I still think you got the strength on him." Marky's expression became a bit sinister when his chin dropped down. "And, I bet you wanna show him... and me... don't you?"

          "Uh... well, yeah, when we get in the ring..." Bravon's nerves came back. What was going on?

          "Why wait 'til you get in the ring?" Marky looked over at Vinny, as he held on to the front of his shorts.

          Vinny laughed, and stood up. "So stupid! You always gotta start something."

          Rory's hubris brought Clint back to his primary fantasy, that of the all-dominant warrior. He easily powered away from the wall, and scooped them both up, once more, in a double bear hug. He felt their hard-ons on his stomach, and squeezed tighter, grinding them up and down, making it a lot harder for them to breath, then relaxed the flex. They both struggled, but Mike kind of collapsed forward, and felt along the top of Clint's huge back, and neck, fully enjoying what was happening to him.

          Rory fought harder, and his hand grasped Clint's huge shoulder. He wasn't all that comfortable slipping into a submissive role, but the feel of the big man's boulders of muscle, and huge arms, was giving Rory serious mixed feelings.

          "So, WHAT were you saying? I got my own, little Blond Jobber Boys, don't I?" Clint laughed, and shook them.

          "Uhnnn, oh yeah... you do…" Mike was now nuzzling Clint's neck.

          "Don't say that!" Rory wasn’t ready to give up. He wanted to wrap his legs around Clint and apply leg scissors to his midsection, but Mike was in the way. Instead he wrapped his legs around one of Clint's tree trunk legs, scissor-flexed them, and arched his back. His balls were pushed against Clint's obliques and he rubbed his hard-on up and down the side of Clint's abdomen, moaning. It felt very good.

          "Unh..." Clint's bear hug loosened for one second as he reacted to Rory's vain attempt to move his leg.

          Rory nuzzled his mouth up to Mike's ear. "Wrap your legs around his, and scissor it... Let's split his legs!"

          "Mmmm..." Mike didn’t react right away.

          Rory planted one hand on Clint's chest, and moaned, again, as he arched his back, putting every ounce of strength into separating Clint's legs.

          Mike half-heartedly scissored Clint's other leg, and kept nuzzling his big, thick neck.

          Bravon stood up quickly, as soon as Vinny did.

          Vinny slipped off his gym shorts, revealing his signature posing trunks, bright blue, which barely contained his erection. He brought his big, perfect legs together, flexing them and his abs, at the same time. "Go ahead, you can touch 'em. Everybody wants to."

          Bravon made a fist. "You really want me to touch 'em? Cause I will."

          Vinny smiled, and opened his arms up. "Come on, bro!"

          Marky relaxed back and rubbed his stomach, his fingers sliding down into the waistband of his gym shorts. "Yeah! Touch 'em! Touch 'em, hard, Bravo!"

          Bravon didn't expect this kind of scene, but he finally picked up on what they were into, at least with him. He really wanted his dick sucked, and REALLY wanted to make these particular two, cocky Jersey boys do it.

          Vinny moved closer, and hit a double bicep pose. It truly was impressive. Bravon appraised him as, probably, the most perfectly built man he'd seen in real life, just as Rory had done. Then, Vinny's mouth started working, again. "Whatever you got, Boy, you ain't got this!"

          Bravon's fist clenched, again. "So, I can touch you, now? You can take it?"

          Vinny kept posing, and flashed his smile. "I can take anything you got, but can you take..."

          Before he finished his sentence, Bravon buried a quick, deep, right punch into his abs. Even though they were flexed, Vinny felt it. "UNghhh..." He smiled and put a hand on Bravon’s chest. “Unnn… That was actually pretty good.”

          Marky slid his gym shorts down, and his little boner popped out. It wasn’t exactly tiny, maybe an inch shorter than average. Bravon thought he’d have a much bigger dick, since he was so cocky all the time. Marky pulled on it. “Nice! But, can he take more?”

          Vinny snorted through his perfect smile. “No! Just gimme a sec…” His hand was still on Bravon’s chest, keeping him back.

          Bravon pulled Vinny’s hand out of the way, and slammed the bodybuilder’s abs with another right punch. BAM!

          “UNNNG…” Vinny doubled forward, resting his face on Bravon’s chest. “Wait…” He was still trying to keep Bravon back, but his dick was harder than ever, sticking straight out in his little posing trunks. There was a dark wet spot forming at the tip, and the waistband gapped an inch from his body, exposing the area right above his shaft. It was now apparent that he was clean-shaven down there.

          “Oh, man!” Marky lightly hammered his own gut, as he squeezed his hard-on.

          Bravon was having fun, but he had an ultimate goal. So, he pushed Vinny’s head down.

          Clint was properly distracted, and Rory's actions made him a bit unsteady on his feet. He turned, and dropped down, back-first onto the bed, with the Blond Boys on top of him. He maintained the bear hug, but found it more difficult as Mike was kissing his neck, and Rory began rubbing his chest.

          That chest! Rory thought about touching it, and having his way with it, so many times. He took his thumb and pressed it into Clint's nipple, massaging roughly.

          It was a weak spot for Clint, and his bear hug was broken. He threw his head back, and laughed, while Mike resumed kissing his neck.

          Rory wanted to continue the wrestling match, and of course wanted to dominate, but that chest called to him. He handled it gently, and rubbed his cheek against it, then licked Clint's nipple vigorously, and mouthed as much of his pec as he could, sucking and tonguing the nipple.

          Clint couldn't stop laughing, through spasms and moans.

          Rory got bolder, and pushed down on Clint's hard dick, slowly moving his palm from the base to the head, directing the erection toward the leg hole.

          "Wait.... Uhnn..." Clint moaned and groaned. It hurt as much as it felt SOOO good.

          Mike continued kissing his neck, and fingering his other nipple.

          Clint was completely under the control of the two Blond Boys. For the first time in his life, being in a submissive role to other men was irresistible, and the fact that they were much smaller and younger strangely added to the intensity.

          Rory smacked Clint's hard, brick wall of a stomach with his open hand. SLAP!

          Clint's body undulated, and his hands explored the Blond Bombers bodies. His fingers slid down the back of Rory's trunks. With his eyes closed, he fondled that soft, perfect little bubble butt. His other hand did the same with Mike. He bit his lip. Two amazing blond bodies, two smooth bottoms. His index fingers slid up and down the crack of each.

          Rory had to stop for a second, and take in the scene. This was it! This is what he was hoping would happen! The sight of his boyfriend, kissing and worshiping Clint's chest was almost sweet, and definitely hot as hell. It pushed him beyond where the psychological, sexual stimulus of wrestling normally took him. So, he did something he ordinarily wouldn't have, so soon, with someone he didn't really know. He pulled Clint's trunks down, and lodged them under his balls, which, not surprisingly, were big. Clint's boner popped out, and Rory grabbed it.  It was about 6" long; average, but thick, with an almost muscular look. Very manly.

          "Oh, Rory!..." Clint's eyes sprang open, and his hips jutted upwards.

          Rory took Mike by the hair, pulled him up into a sitting position, then forced his face down, towards Clint's hard-on, which he pulled up to meet Mike's lips.

          "NHnnnn!" Mike braced himself with one hand on Clint's stomach, the other on his big, huge leg. He struggled, but this was another extremely sexy aspect of Rory's dominating side, for him.

          Rory rubbed the head of Clint's boner across Mike's closed mouth.

          "Oh, fuck!" Clint was having a hard time holding back, and was surprised at how forceful Rory could be. He was such a sweet-looking kid.

          Mike opened his lips, and Rory pushed his head down, so Clint's penis was thrust in, all the way down to the base.

          "UhnnAhh!" Clint had to grab on to Mike's head, and hold him there. It was a blast of pure pleasure.

          Mike gagged, and Rory let up, but Clint still had a grip on Mike's head.

          Rory SMACKED Clint's chest, causing him to undulate again, laugh, and release his grip on Mike, who sat up, but kept a hold of Clint's erection.

          Rory climbed onto and straddled Clint's chest. He thrust his bulge into Clint's face. His balls, still inside his trunks, covered Clint's mouth. Clint squirmed, and his head moved around. "Uhnnn..." It felt more than good to Rory. He pushed his hips forward and down, and rode on Clint's chin, and mouth.

          Mike was now ready to lick Clint's penis again, and suck the head.

          Clint was completely powerless. Everything happening was exactly his favorite, right at that moment.

          But, Rory, like any cocky rookie, overstepped his bounds, again. He smacked Clint's cheek. "Aw, yeah. Little Clint. You ARE our little Jobber toy, aren't ya'?"

          “Unnh… no...” Vinny held on to Bravon’s hips, and fought against having his head pushed down, but at the same time, he rubbed his face along Bravon’s amazing abs, and licked around his belly button.

          Bravon liked that, and let it happen.

          “I don’t think you knocked all the fight out of him, Bravo.” Marky was playing with his own balls, and pinching the head of his boner.

          Vinny stood up, and stepped back. “Hey, come on!” He rubbed his abs, and held one hand up to keep Bravon back. “Just lay off for a second, man!” His smile was gone, replaced by a worried look.

          Marky was stroking his dick a little harder, “Come on, Bravo. Show him who’s boss!”

          Bravon smacked Vinny’s hand out of the way, and came forward with another hard fist to his abs. WHAM!

          “Uhnn… No… Stop…” Vinny grimaced, and moaned, but it was obvious he didn’t want Bravon to stop.

          Bravon held his fist against Vinny’s flexed stomach, and twisted it back and forth. “I’ll stop if you suck my dick!”

          “Oh, man!” Marky had a furious blast, whacking his dick as hard as he could.

          Bravon grabbed a handful of Vinny’s hair, and pulled his head down, again.

          Vinny fought back, and Bravon only managed to get his head down as far as his chest. Vinny held on to Bravon’s lats, and nuzzled in to Bravon’s nicely built chest, licking his dark, black nipples.

          This time, Bravon had to moan. It felt pretty good, and once again he stopped to take it in.

          Marky stood up, “Man, let me help you.” He got behind Bravon who was still very distracted, wrapped one arm around Bravon’s neck, and the other wrapped around Bravon’s arm, hammer-locking it behind his back. He pushed his hard little dick up into Bravon's butt crack.

           

          As hard as Rory’s cocky attitude made Clint's dick, it also riled him up, again. He gripped both of Rory's legs, lifted him easily, and threw him. Rory tumbled off the bed. The action spurred Mike on. He buried his face in Clint's crotch, and went to town on his balls. Clint got a hold of him, and flipped the blond boy onto his back, then rolled over him, off the bed. His trunks were still pulled down, and his erection bounced around. He clamped a headlock on Rory, as he struggled to get to his feet.

Clint dragged Rory back to the bed, and the Blond Bomber pulled on Clint's hard-on, which only made him more aggressive. Mike was still on his back, his own trunks bulging straight upwards. He was content to be either Rory or Clint's sex slave, at this point.

          Clint picked Rory up, and dropped him on top of Mike, face up. Mike wrapped his arms around Rory, and hugged him, with roaming hands. The pink, throbbing head of Rory's erection was peeking out above the waistband of his trunks. Clint jumped up and knelt on the bed, his knees on either side of both Blond Boy’s heads, and squeezed them with his beefy muscle thighs. Mike squirmed. Clint lowered his balls lightly onto Rory's forehead, and Rory tried to turn away. Clint lifted, then lowered them again, tea bagging the blond captive. He dropped down, his big torso on top of Rory, and moved his hips back and forth, which caused his hard-on to rub against Rory's chin and jaw line. Then, he licked the bottom of Rory's stomach, just across the waistband of his trunks. His tongue swiped the head of Rory's hard penis.

          "Oh! Ahh...." It felt right for Rory, being pinned under an enormous muscle man, with Mike struggling under him - huge, hard, hairy muscle on top, and smooth, sweet, blond underneath.

It was Mike’s hand that pulled Rory's trunks down, which prompted Clint to nibble on the underside of Rory's penis.

It was all too much, and Rory was sexually subdued. Then, Clint took the head of Rory's smooth, pink erection into his mouth, and "UNNHHH!!!" Rory's whole body jumped.

          “Get off!” Mike gurgled. He struggled to push both men off. There was over 500 pounds of man on top of him.

Clint wanted access to both Blond Bomber erections at the same time, anyway. He hopped to the side, and pulled Rory off Mike, so they were side-by-side, then quickly straddled Rory’s head, locking it in place between his huge legs, again. He pinned Mike's chest down with one of his big mitts, dropped down and sucked Rory's dick into his mouth, let it out very slowly, then leaned across and did the same thing to Mike's, after pulling down his trunks.

          Rory's face was firmly wrenched up under Clint's balls, and as he struggled for air, his lips and tongue thrashed around against them, making the big man very happy.

          Clint released his hand from Mike's chest to run his fingers through both Blond pubic patches at the same time, then he grabbed both dicks, and pulled on them. Mike rolled himself up into a sitting position, and turned to face Clint, who grabbed his penis, again, by thumb and forefinger.

          "Aahhhh...." Mike held on to Clint's arm, and the size of it almost caused him to explode.

          Clint tugged on Mike’s hard-on, and awkwardly pulled Mike between Rory's legs. The blonds were facing opposite directions. Clint directed Mike forward until his balls pressed against Rory’s, then he gripped both their penises together, and stroked slowly, in his huge hand.

          Mike's head dropped, and he almost fell back on the bed. He propped himself up, and pushed his hips toward Rory. His moans were euphoric.

          Rory's hands clutched onto Clint's massive quad muscles. He gave in to his predicament, and mouthed Clint's bull-sized balls. "Mmmmmhmmppp!"

          Clint wrapped his lips around the head of both Mike’s and Rory's hard, pink dicks, at the same time, and licked them slowly. There was nothing sweeter than these two, clean-cut, blond jock boys.

Mike didn't need any physical restraining. Why would he fight his way out of this?

          "Oh, yeah. My two Blond Boys... My two little rookie toys. I'm gonna play with you every day...." He laughed. “Can you say, ‘Jobber’?”

          Clint’s trash talk had the same effect on Rory. He grabbed a hold of the big man’s legs, his hands barely able to grasp them, and put all his strength into lifting the muscle bear.

          Bravon struggled against Marky’s hammer lock, pulling on the arm around his neck. Vinny grabbed his sides, and massaged up and down, as his mouth became more aggressive with Bravon’s dark brown nipples. He held one between his teeth, and flicked it with his tongue.

          “Uh…oh…” Usually Bravon would just get a quick blow or hand job, from a guy, but now he was in a semi-submissive position. He didn’t exactly love it, but he didn’t hate it, either, although he wouldn’t want any of the other guys in the house to know.  

          Vinny licked around Bravon’s great pecs, and traced the muscular rift where they met in the middle of his chest. His tongue then traveled down and licked back and forth along the cuts of Bravon’s abs.

          Bravon wasn’t fighting, anymore. The arm Marky had around his neck was now hanging down, and his hand was rubbing Bravon’s pecs, and massaging his neck. A couple of times, Marky lightly choked Bravon, but when Bravon tensed up, ready to fight, Marky would resume massaging.

          Vinny’s fingers pulled down Bravon’s gym shorts, and when Bravon’s hard-on popped out, Vinny gasped.

          Rory put all his strength into lifting Clint off of him, and couldn’t budge the big man. He was way too big, but Clint did let out a snort of laughter.

          Mike felt loyalty to Rory, and even though he would have enjoyed being in this position for the rest of the night, he tried to push Clint. He managed to get him off-balance, but Clint steadied himself quickly, and pulled Mike toward him. He hoisted Mike up in a bear hug, and ran his face back and forth against Mike's hairless chest, from pink nipple to pink nipple.

          The added weight was smothering Rory. He thrashed around, and tried to pull the two men off him with his legs. No dice. He was desperate, so he lightly bit the area just behind Clint's balls.

          "Oh..., MAN!" That was something Clint had never felt, before. He had to put Mike down, setting him on Rory's stomach, as he moved himself back and forth over Rory's mouth.

          Mike took Clint’s arm, and leaned to the right, trying to topple him. He was able to teeter him enough for Rory to push up on one of Clint's legs, and make him fall on his side. Mike quickly trapped Clint's head in a leg scissor. Clint took a good hold of Mike's smooth, white butt, and used it to push his face as deep into Mike's pink cock and balls as he could.

          Mike exhaled a deep breath, with his eyes closed.

          Rory climbed out from under Clint, and pinched that area right behind Clint's balls with his thumb and forefinger, then bore his thumb into it, and massaged deeply, slowly, and deliberately.

          "UNNNG...UHnnnn... Oh, fuck…!" Clint chuckled and gasped, and his legs flexed out straight, then came together and locked at the ankles. “Wait… stop…”

Rory's hand was trapped between Clint’s giant thighs, but he continued to work that area, and push his thumb up into Clint's balls.

Clint's legs trembled, and fell apart. "No!... No....." Clint's hips undulated, and he sounded like he might be close to cumming.

          Rory smiled. “I learned that from Chris Enos. He did it to Dyer Anderson in their last match.” He laughed, and lightly smacked Clint's balls when his legs were spastically moving around, split far enough. "You wanna submit?"

          "UNGHH!... Fuck... no!" Clint's whole body flexed and unflexed.

          Rory pulled Clint's nuts back, between his legs, then pushed Clint's legs together, trapping Clint's fuzzy tennis balls.

          "Uhnnnn..." Clint moaned.

          "Cross your ankles and flex 'em!" Rory ordered.

          “DUDE!” Vinny pointed at Bravon’s penis, then held it gently in one hand.

          “What?” Marky didn’t release the hammerlock.

          Bravon had gotten this reaction before.

          “You gotta see this!” Vinny ran his thumb along the top of it, like it was something precious.

          Marky dropped his hold, and came around to see. “OH, MAN! How fucking big is that thing?”

          Bravon smirked. “It’s only, like, 9 inches.”

          Marky grabbed it with one hand, and held up Bravon’s balls with the other. “Oh, yeah! Only 9 inches!” He patted Bravon’s chest.

          Vinny did, too. “Oh, man! I give up! I’m gonna suck the shit out of that thing!” He dropped to his knees, and licked the head of the big, hard, dark-brown monster in front of him.

          Marky pushed his extremely hard 5 inches into Vinny’s face, lining it up with Bravon’s dick. “Fuck! Look at that!” He laughed. “Your dick could kick my dick’s ass!” He turned, flexed his hips forward, and rammed his cock into Bravon’s balls.

          "Uh..." Bravon laughed, pulled his dick back, brought it up, and down quickly, clubbing it on top of Marky’s little one, then twisted, and smacked Vinny across the face with it

          “Uhnnn!” Marky laughed, too, as Vinny had his tongue out, using it to fence with both hard penises.

          Bravon lunged forward, and forced his boner into Marky’s balls, like a battering ram.

          “UHNNG!” Marky had to hold on to Bravon’s shoulders, and grimaced through a smile. “OH… fuuuuck…! My dick submits to your dick, man! Do it, again!”

          Bravon arched his back and stuck his butt out, then RAMMED Marky’s balls, again, with the head of his huge boner.

          “OOOHH!” Marky dropped his head on Bravon’s shoulder.

          Rory felt along Clint’s enormous legs and ass, and wondered how he could make this man his sex slave, for life. "Flex 'em!" Rory ordered, again. Clint didn't comply, so Rory jabbed him in the lower stomach, right above his pubic patch. Clint crossed his ankles, and flexed his legs in reaction, squeezing his own balls. He moaned louder. “UNNGGHH..” It hurt, in the best way possible. “MMMMMmmmrrrr…” Clint’s moans turned into a low growl.

          Rory pulled on Clint's pubic patch, and ran his fingers through it.

Mike still had Clint's head trapped between his legs, so his beautiful butt was right above the big man’s chest, flexing and unflexing. Rory had to kiss it, and bite it.

          Rory straightened up and watched, with a deep breath in, then out.

Mike still had Clint between his smooth, muscular thighs, and he was pushing his penis and balls down as Clint was licking, and struggling. It was too awesome a sight. Rory grabbed his own penis with a vengeance, and stroked, HARD, then pushed it down.

The big man struggled harder, and Mike couldn't hold the scissors, anymore.

          Vinny pulled Bravon’s penis into his mouth. His tongue swirled all around the head, and thickness of the big, black cock, then massaged the soft underside.

          “Oh, FUCK!” Bravon grabbed handfuls of Vinny’s perfectly styled hair, and pulled his face in, slowly, until the tip of his dick was down Vinny’s throat.  

          Vinny didn’t gag, or even flinch. He sucked like a pro, and his lips mouthed the base of Bravon’s dick, his pubic hair, and balls. He sucked hard, and even tried to pull it in deeper.

          “FUCKING A!” Bravon was trembling head to toe.

          Vinny would beat anyone at a dick-sucking contest. He played every inch of it, and his fingers expertly tickled and massaged Bravon’s brown balls. He wrapped his thumb and forefinger around them, and tugged lightly, just at the exact second his lips were jacking the head of Bravon’s erection.

          Bravon had to lean on Marky, who was massaging his ass, and pushing his little hard-on toward Vinny’s mouth. Vinny repositioned Marky so the head of his dick pressed against Bravon’s. He mouthed both of them at the same time, then Vinny refocused on Bravon’s big black dick, while he playfully smacked Marky’s balls.

          “OH, SHIT!” Marky leaned on Bravon, and massaged his balls, then took Bravon’s hand and put it on his hard-on.

          Bravon grabbed it, and PULLED. He wasn't accustomed to reciprocating with men, so his first instinct was to be rough, and make Marky realize he was in a submissive role to the bigger man.

          “OH FUCK!” Marky held on to Bravon’s ass, then took the fingers of his other hand and pushed down hard, right at the shaft of his own erection. “Vinny! Vinny! Do it, again!”

          Vinny smacked Marky’s balls, again, while Bravon kept his grip on the cocky Jersey boy's boner.

          “OH, SHIT!”

          Bravon’s hand job became more violent, but Marky didn't try to stop it.

          “OH, SHIT! OH, SHIT! You’re fucking hurting my little dick!” He called out, almost with pride, then whined, “It’s not that much smaller than yours, man! Your big, giant fucking dick!” Marky kept one hand out, right in front of Bravon’s assault on his penis, ready to stop it, but hoping it would get rougher.

          “Your tiny, little dick! Vinny wants mine in his mouth, not your little boy dick!” Bravon was surprised at how hot it was to get into the scene.

          "Oh, MAN! That's fucked up!... You're big, fucking dick!" Marky rested his face against Bravon's big shoulder, and flexed his hard-on furiously into Bravon's hand.

          The talk was making Vinny hot, as well. His action had become pretty wild on Bravon’s cock, making him breathe harder, and moan louder. He sped up the tempo, sucking the head, then taking it full in his mouth, pulling out, sucking the head, then repeating, all the time working Bravon’s balls like a virtuoso. At the perfect moment, he gave Marky’s balls three quick semi-hard smacks. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

          That sent Marky over the edge. He started cumming. “OH! OH! OH, FUUUUUCCCKKK!” He almost sounded like he was crying. Bravon slammed his fist hard, so it made loud contact with Marky’s pubic bone, and balls, as he kept working the little man’s cock. Marky’s knees all but gave out.

          Clint pulled Mike’s legs apart, and rolled him up, pinning his arms down with his big, meaty hands. He was now on top of Mike, with his pelvis pushing against Mike’s butt. Mike's back was pinned to the bed, and his body was completely rolled up, with his butt and legs up, and his knees on either side of his head.

          "Uhn! Uhnn.." Mike strained, but it wasn't a position he was unfamiliar with.

          Clint slid his shaft up and down Mike's butt crack.

          Rory was now behind Clint, with a new fantasy. For some perverse reason, he wanted to see Clint fuck Mike. He held Clint's giant muscle butt in his hands, and felt it flex and unflex as Clint humped his boner up and down the crack between Mike's perfect butt cheeks. Rory smacked Clint’s butt, which made Clint laugh. He felt his way up Clint's massive back, and pressed his chest against it. He pushed his own boner between Clint's butt, and sighed as those big gluteus muscles flexed and unflexed over his dick. Rory matched the same rhythm, up and down, flex and unflex. His dick was in heaven, and he wanted to plunge it into Clint, but he pressed his chest harder against the big man's back. It was like the wide muscles of a beast. He turned his head to the side, and rested his cheek against this massive man.

          Clint was worked up, past his point of restraint. He pushed the tip of his big erection between Mike's pink butt cheeks and inserted it slowly. Mike made that low sighing moan Rory came to love.

          "NO!" Rory yanked on Clint's hips, trying to pull him out, then on his shoulders. "WAIT!" He jumped off the bed, and scrambled.

          Clint growled. "Hurry up! I can't wait!"

         
          Bravon kept a grip on Marky's dick, as he held on to Bravon’s arm and shoulder, still euphoric, even after his orgasm was done.

          Bravon eventually started, when Vinny began working his balls with both hands. He couldn’t hold on any longer either, and when he came, Vinny took his dick all the way into his mouth, and kept up a jacking motion on the back of Bravon’s balls, and base of his dick.

          Bravon’s eyes rolled back in his head, and now it was his turn to hold on to Vinny’s head and Marky’s arm to keep from falling. “OOOOHHHHHH!!!! JEEEEE……” It took a long time, and Bravon came, and came, and came, down Vinny’s throat.

          When he was finally done, Vinny pulled his penis out slowly, sucking every last drop of pleasure out of Bravon.

          Rory unzipped, and dug through Mike's bag, then found a fistful of rubbers in an inside pocket. He shook his head, and said under his breath. "Mike!" He threw them down on the table between the two beds, except for one, and ripped it open with his teeth.

          Clint sat back, on his haunches, with Mike's butt propped against the side of his abs. He sneered at Rory, who was fumbling with the condom, then grabbed Mike's pink erection, and SQUEEZED it.

          Mike's body convulsed, and he closed his eyes, hard.

          Rory squeezed the head of Clint's dick, then unrolled the rubber down over it. Clint was ready to go, but Rory put his hand on Clint's chest, stopping the action for just one more second. "Um..."

          Mike knew what Rory was feeling. "Rory, it's ok...."

          "Shhhh..." Rory patted Mike’s chest.

          Clint was starting to catch on. "Uh, yeah... I don't... I mean if this is..."

          "No." Rory put one hand behind Clint's neck, as he squeezed the head of his erection, in the rubber, and turned Clint’s head toward him, for a kiss.

          Clint pulled his head back, and looked at Rory. "Uh... I don't."

          "Shh, Shh. No." Rory's demeanor told Clint that it was going to happen. This was the fare for the ride. He leaned forward, again, and looked Clint in the eye. Their lips made contact, and he kissed.

          Clint was motionless for a moment, but then he kissed Rory back, and understood why Rory was doing this. He lowered Mike’s butt down, getting ready for action.

          Rory took Clint's dick by the shaft and slowly inserted it into Mike, who moaned, again. Rory rubbed Mike's abs, then smacked Clint’s ass, as you do when trying to get a horse to gallop.

          Clint was a bronco bursting out of his stall, full force. He dropped forward, planted his hands on Mike's shoulders, and rammed him too hard.

          "AGUHHH--OOOHH!" Mike held on to Clint's arms. With all Clint's 310 pounds on top of him, it was a lot more than Mike had ever experienced.

          Rory was trembling, again. It seemed as wrong as sex could get, watching the boy he loved pounded by a man so much bigger. So, why did it push his arousal to the level of an atomic blast? He grabbed a handful of Mike's hair, bent down, and kissed him very hard, and very deep.

          Mike wrapped both hands around Rory's head and held it, then let Rory's tongue engulf his mouth, as big, huge Clint violated him, to a painful extent.

          Rory straightened up, and repositioned himself, Mike's head between his knees. He pushed his aching hard-on down, the soft underside of his penis against Mike's face.

          Mike tried to pull Rory's dick into his mouth, but Rory rocked forward, and his balls were lathered by Mike's tongue.

          Rory stood up and pushed his hips forward, as he grabbed a hold of Clint's head. He pushed the tip of his erection against the big man's mouth, and Clint tried to pull his head back. Rory wasn't having any of that. He slapped Clint's cheek, and when Clint's mouth opened, Rory slid his dick in, and pushed it against Clint's tongue. Clint's mouth closed around Rory's erection, and in retaliation for the smack, Clint sucked violently. He also hastened his pace, riding Mike’s ass, whose knees were still on either side of his head.

          Rory’s legs trembled, and he kept a grip on Clint’s head.

          Mike was moaning so loud, guys in the adjoining rooms and hallway could hear. He grabbed his own erection and jerked it.        

          Clint rocked his head back, and with his lips covering his teeth, nibbled the head of Rory's penis.

          “OH NO!” Rory almost fell backwards, but held on to Clint’s hair.

          Clint used his tongue to press Rory’s dick to the roof of his mouth, then let it pop out. He also pulled his hips back, and only left the tip of his erection inside Mike, stopping all action. “You two jobber boys wanna submit?”

          Mike quickly said, “Yes!”

          Rory dropped back down to his knees, straddling Mike’s head. He could barely catch his breath. ”No!”

          Clint smiled, and grabbed a hold of Rory’s, now reddened, erection, and slowly pulled on it, as he pushed himself back inside Mike, grinding his balls against Mike’s ass, then slowly pulled out, again.

          Clint laughed. “You give up, Mike?” He pumped the Blond underneath him, harder and faster.

          Mike was having a hard time catching his breath, but managed to answer. “Oh.. yeah!... Oh… yeah!” He reached up and held on to Rory’s butt, then pulled his hips forward. He nuzzled Rory’s balls, and sucked them.

          Clint made a tight ring with his thumb and forefinger, and slid it back and forth, up and down Rory's erection.

          Rory held on to Clint’s shoulders.  “No!" But, he couldn’t fight anymore. Mike was driving him out of his mind, working his testicles, and Clint’s shoulders and neck muscles were completely distracting.   

          Mike yelled out, “UHHHHNNNOOHHHAAAHHH!!!” and was the first to cum.

          “OH FUCK YEAH!” Clint’s eyes fluttered, and his jaw clenched. It was obvious his orgasm had also started.

          “No!” Rory begged, never wanting to admit defeat, but the scene was too much for him, and he began squirting on Mike’s chest.

          Clint and Rory went a while after Mike was done, and as they finished, Clint slowly pulled almost out, then just as slowly pushed back in, as far as he could go. He held it there for a moment, then pulled out all together, released Mike’s legs, and collapsed down next to him, all three panting loudly.

          Marky had his head on Bravon’s shoulder, and he hugged the taller man. “Oh, fuck, Bravon. You are hot as fucking hell!”

          Bravon couldn’t say anything. He just rubbed Marky’s back, as he tried to catch his breath.

          Vinny licked his way up Bravon’s stomach, and pecs, then stood up, and hugged them both. He pushed his mouth up to Marky’s and they gave each other a nice kiss.

          Marky laughed. “So, our little scene, here, didn’t freak you out?”

           “Nah, man.” Bravon caught his breath. “Everybody’s got their thing. I just had no idea this was mine.” He didn’t know how to ask more tactfully, so it was a little awkward. “Vinny, man, you don’t wanna get off? I can make Marky suck your dick!”

          They both laughed, but Vinny was ok. “No, man. I came when you were punching me… and when you were pushing my head around.”

          Bravon looked down, and there was a big wet spot on the front of Vinny’s posing trunks. “Wow…”

          Marky smiled, and nuzzled his cheek against Vinny’s. “Yeah, man, he really gets off on that shit.”

          Bravon hadn’t heard of that before. He didn’t know a guy could cum without some kind of physical manipulation. He blurted out. “Man, I’ll fucking punch you out any time!”

          Marky and Vinny both hugged him, again.

          Rory was still on his knees looking down at Mike and Clint. His instinct was to climb on top of Mike, and hold him, but he also had the urge to have Clint pull him into a hard bear hug, so he could bury his face in that chest. He grabbed Mike's T-shirt, which was crumpled on the nightstand, wiped off Mike's chest, and laid his sweaty body on top of him. They held each other and kissed.  

          Clint looked at them with a smile - two hot Blond jock boys, whom he just had. His penis swelled, again. He watched them for a moment, then climbed on top of Rory, and laughed. Mike gasped, and tried to roll them off. “Get off!”

          Rory couldn’t help but laugh, as Clint pushed his hard-on between Rory’s butt cheeks.

          “Uhn, get off!” Mike let out another sound that made Clint think they might be hurting him, so he rolled off.

Rory propped himself up, and looked down at Mike, to make sure he was ok. He was. Rory sneered. “You submitted! You wuss!”

Mike blushed. Rory lowered himself down, his chest against Mike’s, and kissed him, again.

“You want me to leave you guys alone...?” Clint began to roll off the bed.

          Rory grabbed his arm. “No!” He climbed off Mike, and onto Clint, and the feeling of his naked chest against Clint’s massive pecs, made his dick hard, again. “I gotta do something.” He propped himself on his hands, just like he had done with Mike, and looked down at Clint.

          “Wait a minute, I don’t…” And Clint tried to turn his head to the side.

          Rory shifted his weight, propped by one hand, and used his other to hold Clint’s chin. “Yes, you do. With me, you do.” He leaned down, and kissed Clint.

          Clint let him, then closed his eyes, and kissed back.

          Rory pushed himself up to his knees, straddling Clint. “Thanks, Clint.”

          Clint smiled up at him.

Chapter 9 – DYER'S SURPRISE.

Jose was really hurting. He put one hand up and ordered Jeffry, “Stay back, man.”

Jeffry knocked Jose’s hand out of the way, and pulled his other one away from his balls.

Jose shook his head. “No…  no…”

Jeffry smacked Jose right in the balls, and pretty hard, too. Jose stumbled back into the ropes, and sat on the middle one, holding his bulge.

Most of the crowd was on their feet, again, many of them taunting Jose.

Jeffry grabbed the top rope, next to Jose. He jumped up, spread his legs, wrapping them around Jose’s head, then locked his ankles together. He had Jose trapped in his leg scissors.

“Wow.” Mandrew nudged Rory. “That’s your move!”

Rory made a face, not sure how to feel about that.

Jeffry held on to the ropes, and pushed his crotch into Jose’s face. Jose couldn’t move. He was still sitting on the middle rope, with Jeffry basically sitting on his shoulders, squeezing his head between his legs.

The crowd was stunned. Jose had never been in trouble with a little jobber, not even with interference. Even though Jeffry had help from Dyer Anderson, watching the mean heel get what was coming to him had the crowd worked up.

Jeffry flexed his legs as hard as he could and had Jose yelling in pain. He struggled to stand up, but Jeffry kept a tight grip on the ropes.

Rory whispered to Mandrew, “Man. Why is it so hot to see a heel suffer?”

Jose tried to pry Jeffry’s hands off the ropes, but Jeffry squeezed his head harder, which stopped Jose. All he could do was yell out. He clenched his teeth, and clawed at Jeffry’s legs. He was seething.

Jeffry flexed his thighs one last time, and Jose couldn’t deal with it, anymore. He launched a groin attack. His hands came up around Jeffry’s thighs. Jeffry’s cock and balls were right in front of his face, and every time he struggled, Jeffry’s hard dick bobbed against his face. Jose took Jeffry’s dick on one hand, and his balls in the other, and twisted them in opposite directions.

This time, Jeffry yelled out. His legs came apart. He released his grip on the ropes, and tried to pull Jose’s hands away from his crotch, to save his dick.

Jose stood, and Jeffry fell onto his back.

“Ooh….” All the air was forced from Jeffry’s lungs as he crashed into the canvas.

Jose sank to one knee and took a second to recoup, as he closed his eyes and held his balls.

Jeffry slowly teetered from side to side, groaning.

Jose stood up, and Jeffry rolled over, onto his hands and knees. Jose got behind him, leaned down, wrapped his arms around the little guy, and hoisted him up in a backward bear hug, his chest to Jeffry’s back.

He squeezed Jeffry, hard, and Jeffry struggled to breathe. Jose shook him, and Jeffry flopped around like a rag doll. His hard-on bobbed and swung from side to side.

Mandrew threw his hands up, “Come on, Jeffry! Fight back. You had him!”

Jose laughed at that. He took two steps forward, lifted Jeffry up a few inches, then dropped him down as he sunk to one knee, and brought his other up between Jeffry’s legs. Jeffry came down hard onto Jose’s knee, and the heel released him. Jeffry fell to the mat holding his nuts, with his eyes bulging out.

Jose took another second, to breathe. His dick had been through a bit of punishment in this match, too.

Army stepped forward and addressed Jose, with a big grin on his face. “Hey, Jose. Why don’t you show the audience why we call this place ‘The Suspended Surfboard’?”

Jose’s eyes bulged with excitement, and he sprung to life. The crowd went berserk.

Jeffry was still on his back, staring up at the lights holding his jewels.

Jose flipped him over onto his front.

Jeffry was on his stomach. “Oh…ahhh…” His butt flexed slowly, and his hand moved around under his crotch.

Jose grabbed both of Jeffry’s feet and pulled his shins up, bending his legs at the knees. He stepped on the back of Jeffry’s thighs from the inside, and locked Jeffry’s feet around his calves. He bent forward and slapped both sides of Jeffry’s torso. Jeffry floundered on his stomach, and threw both hands back, trying to stop Jose from smacking him. When he did, Jose grabbed Jeffry’s wrists and pulled them back, straightening out the smaller man’s arms.

The audience applauded, knowing what was about to happen.

Jose rocked back once, twice, then a third time he dropped to the canvas, onto his back, which hoisted Jeffry up above him, in a Suspended Surfboard. Jeffry’s arms were extended behind him, his wrists still clamped in Jose’s hands. His knees were bent, and his calves were twisted around Jose’s. Jeffry was totally immobilized. His torso was parallel with the floor, his chest facing the ceiling.

Army was extremely excited, “YES, Gentlemen! That is, indeed, the Suspended Surfboard! Thank you, Jose.”

The crowd praised him, once more.  

José pulled on Jeffry’s arms and jostled him in jerking motions, causing Jeffry’s big boner to bounce like crazy.

The audience had a perfect view. Every man, including Dyer Anderson, was on their feet cheering.

Army James stepped up next to Mandrew and Rory, and said, in a low voice, but into the mic, “Ya know, our guest Coaches have special privileges…” He was being comical, making it look like he was sharing a secret with Rory and Mandrew, yet he was broadcasting to the entire room. “Guest Coaches are allowed in the ring, when their fighter is down, to partake in the festivities.” He bounced his eyebrows and held Rory’s shoulder. “Whatta ya think?”

Rory wanted to, but he was too embarrassed. He blushed and turned to Mandrew, who covered for him, “Nah, dude…” Mandrew put his arm around Rory’s shoulder, and pointed across the ring at Bobby Darnell, who was chomping at the bit. “How ‘bout we let them in on the fun?” Bobby came around, and gave Mandrew and Rory a hug, then kissed their cheeks. “Thank you.” He climbed in, and rushed over. Jose still had Jeffry suspended in his surfboard, with his erect cock and balls vulnerable.

Bobby stood with his foot just below Jose’s crotch, and his hand just in front of Jeffry’s. He pulled on the little man’s dick, causing Jeffry to groan, then looked down. Below Jeffry’s crotch was Jose’s. Bobby maintained the tight grip on Jeffry’s cock and placed his foot on Jose’s bulge.

Jose shook his head and warned Bobby, “Don’t do it, Bro!”

Men in the crowd urged him on. “DO IT! DO IT!...”

Bobby smirked and pushed his foot down onto Jose’s bulge, then swiveled it slowly, from side to side.

Jose laughed, growled, and grimaced at the same time, “OH, MAN!”

Bobby eased up, and massaged Jose’s nuts with his foot while he stroked Jeffry’s dick, making them both moan. He asked, “Jose. You wanna submit?”

Jose scoffed, “Fuck you.”

Bobby laughed, and pushed his foot into Jose’s balls, again. “Might happen, ‘Bro’.”

Jose grunted, and stopped breathing for a second.

Bobby pulled on Jeffry’s dick, and asked him, “How about you, Jeffr-ree?” He didn’t wait for a response, and smacked Jeffry right in the balls. WHAP!

“Uuhnnn…” Jeffry groaned, and his head fell back, almost limp.

Army looked at the audience with an exaggerated expression of astonishment. “Are we witnessing Bobby Darnell out-heel our meanest heel?”

This elicited another roar from the crowd.

Jose laughed, and shook Jeffry. “Yeah! Give it up, boy!”

Jeffry’s head and boner bounced as he let out a very light moan.

Bobby held up a fist so the crowd could see. They broke out in a chant, “DO IT! DO IT!...” He did. He slammed Jeffry right in the gut, making the little guy spurt out another pained groan. Bobby faced the audience, with a smile. “How much more can he take?”

The crowd answered with a cheer. Men jumped back up to their feet.

Bobby raised his fist, again. But, instead of punching Jeffry’s gut, he smacked his balls with quick little slaps.

“Uhnnn…” Jeffry grunted, and begged, “I give… no more… please… I give…”