Muscles In Trouble

All activity in the dungeon/gym pretty much came to a halt as the two heavyweight goons walked me into the wrestling ring. Beefy men in their 30’s and 40’s I guessed, in Leather Daddy gear that was popular in pro wrestling during the Golden Days. How many times had I masturbated over The Road Warriors or Demolition going to town on some clean-cut rookies? And here I was, alone against the two of them, barefoot and in nothing but some lycra briefs with a lewd symbol of a bullseye on my crotch.

Entering the ring I noticed the camera overhead. A drone type, stationary and giving a full view of the battle area. There was another on the side, already weaving around a bit, taking in my physique and my face. I kind of knew all of this “adventure” was probably being recorded for the kicks of Jules Warren (and his friends) but this was the first time it was so obvious. And by being so obvious, it got me even hotter. I was not an athlete here. I was a piece of meat to be gazed at.

They both were over 6’ and would qualify as goons. One guy was hairier than the other. The slightly shorter one had that fan of hair on the upper pectorals, the other a full carpet on the torso. Being naturally smooth myself I have always respected men who can grow chest hair, and have probably ranked them according to area. But in this instance there was no cause for measure - both of these guys had the same look on their face when they looked me over. And both of them looked just as sadistic.

As they circled me I tried to defend myself, lifting up my arms and trying to keep both of them in my sight. But everyone knew it was hopeless. We all knew what was coming next. 

One got in front and one in behind. I was shoved backwards, then forward into Carpet Hairs. He shoved me forwards, moving in a bit closer. Fan shoved me backwards, moving a bit closer. And Mr Teen Bodybuilder could do nothing to stop the Big Men.

Finally all three of us were an inch from each other and they locked their arms in around me, pressing me inbetween their giant physiques like a panini sandwich. And SQUEEZED.

It was designed to weaken me and to humiliate me.  It worked on both points. Then they started a rhythm with me - one would slacken up a bit only to get SLAM pressed into him again. Across my front and my back. The drone hovered in to show in detail what the dudes in the audience - my fellow young bodybuilders and their captors - could not appreciate at their distance.

And of course their leather gear started to leave imprints on my naked skin. The studs on their armbands and chaps began to leave red marks on me. As they squashed my 100 lb smaller body between the two of theirs.

I do not know if I would have had any type of wrestling fight in me to begin with, but after this I was totally a jobber. Not just the physical pain but the psychological aspect. My plan of being a Proud Warrior was going fast and now I was just trying to survive this.

Fan Hairs grabbed my arms behind me and moved them up in a headlock. Stretched me up until I was on my knees. My champion teen muscles flaring all up and out. Then Carpet took aim and BAM a closed fist to the bullseye. To my unprotected groin.

My cock was covering my balls so it wasn’t a direct hit to the gonads, but FUCK!!!!  I started to thrash in the hold that Fan had me in, heaving in pain as that damn drone got in my face.  I took in two or three deep breaths to try to absorb all the PAIN I was getting down there. Fan just held on to me harder, and I felt his codpiece with those studs go into the back of my lycra trunks.

Still in the center of the ring, Carpet approached me and put his hand down my wrestling gear. Blatantly grabbing my penis, he moved it so it rested against my left leg. Then he felt down and positioned my balls so they would be front and center, right under the bullseye on my trunks. Then he stood back.

It seemed like an eternity except for a few gasps I heard from a distance. Then the Leather Monster in front of me cranked his arm back and BAM - straight on my teenage balls.

I screamed. I shook. It was like no pain I had ever felt before. My mind kind of went blank and I was just sensation - the absolute AGONY I was feeling in my manhood. I have no idea what my physique was doing at this time but it must have been pretty good because the drone was going up and down.

I was led backwards and my arms were tied into the upper ropes of the wrestling ring. They just kicked my legs apart a bit, but that didn’t really matter as I couldn’t use my lower body much anymore.

Hanging from the ropes I felt their hands on my crotch. Squeezing to feel what was underneath the bullseye.  Just balls?  OK, let’s do another!  And before I could react BAM!!  The ring ropes shook as my 185 muscles went full force in trying to absorb the blow.

Then I felt a hand caressing my cock outside of my briefs. And BAM a full punch on my semi-erection.

I know many stories talk about ball punching, but do they ever consider cock punching? They are not quite the same. Ball punching is like a dynamite blast. Cock punching is like an electric shock. Both hurt like shit, but one is total pain while another is slowly chipping away.  

I took 3 ball punches and 10 cock punches. Then they undid me. And took me to the turnbucke and tied me upside down, in a Tree of Woe. My  bullseye target now eye level. 

It was another 20 minutes before they untied me. The record says 4 cock punches and 16 cock punches.  I had begged them to stop, then my begging turned into animal moans. They did not listen. My bound physique was  their toy for punching, and given some sensations I felt on other parts of my helpless body they did a few other things as well. 

I do remember being carried out of the ring. I think I might have hallucinated Mikey being placed on the mats against two Men and how they began to toss him around.  But I got dizzy and blacked out, with a soothing feeling on my left pectoral.

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