This story, although based upon actual events, is pure fiction.
Scott Roberts had been bodybuilding since the age of 14 and now, at age 24, has what most physique enthusiasts would consider to have the “perfect body.” His youthful, blond good looks sit atop a 6’2”, 225-pound frame of rippling, defined yet beefy muscularity. His beautifully body is deeply tanned a bronze color and his skin is naturally smooth of all hair save the long blond locks on his scalp and a small, neatly trimmed patch of blond pubic hair which can be easily tucked beneath the minute G-strings he is so fond of wearing in front of admirers. Scott worked many long and hard hours in the gym to develop his perfect physique. Displaying every inch of his chiseled body was his passion.
The young stud has won hundreds of physique contests and has grown quite arrogant, narcissistic, and exhibitionistic, to the point of being out right brazen. He loves to compete on stage wearing one of his tiny G-strings as he teases the fans and antagonizes his fellow physique competitors. Not only during bodybuilding contests does the young muscleboy like to show off – on the public beaches, gyms, and at crowded pools as well. Oiling up, flexing, and posing for a crowd is a real sensual turn-on for the young muscleboy and he frequently conceals a partial hard-on beneath those skimpy G-strings and jockstraps, something not uncommon among most self-admiring muscleboy types.
Although Scott has been making good money by winning contests and with posing work, he is anxious to really cash in on his perfect body. He knows plenty of physique loving fans will pay good money to see his beautifully muscled body, particularly in forms of strength and athletic contests. His desire to make money, show off his body, and compete in athletic contests, leads the young muscleboy to become involved in nightclub gay oil wrestling shows that are attracting huge crowds. The bodybuilding star now pursues his new career as a wrestler at a hot New York nightclub called ManSweat. The club is really packing in the customers and is filled every night to its 400 plus capacity. The Club has a few rules, one of which is no women allowed. Many down-low and married “straight” men, but only to attend and watch the wrestlers and muscular gogo dancers. All are there to see the excitement of well-built, handsome young men wrestling in oil and wearing little in the way of clothes as well as strip shows and dancing every weekend. The atmosphere of the club is one of extreme sensuality as the huge crowd becomes filled with excitement as they watch muscled, near naked men engage in physical combat. After a few preliminary matches, the club air is heavy with the scent of the wrestler’s sweat, the smell of oil, and the body odors of hundreds of aroused customers as well as those of the wrestlers.
In no time, Scott became the favorite wrestler at the club. His perfect body, wrestling prowess, and uninhibited desire to wear the smallest of attire to wrestle in, has customers fighting for ringside tables. Scott, after several months at the club, is the undisputed champion, easily defeating all the other club wrestlers and dethroning former champion Leon, a muscular mixed stud, in a sex fight. He soon establishes his trademark appearances by competing in minuscule, leopard skin, Nylon/Lycra G-strings that conceal the essentials and nothing more. This garment also provides a modicum of erection control and athletic support, the bare minimum for public exposure and athletic competition. He also excites the customers by putting on a pre-match posing show that only helps stimulate both the customers as well as himself. But annoy his fellow muscular opponents. For the youthful muscleboy, such exhibitionistic/narcissistic performances and teasing of his admirers, is almost as good as sex itself. Scott Roberts engages in what can be called “auto-self-eroticism”, finding considerable sexual gratification in his own body and in showing it off. Something not uncommon among bodybuilders and physique competitors.
All is going Scott’s way and he is making big bucks at beating all the other club wrestlers, often times by using some rather dirty fighting techniques such as groping and crotch claws. Eventually, much as the customers love seeing Scott in action, resentment begins to grow against his arrogant, brazen style and his use of dirty fighting. This feeling from the crowd seems to give the young bodybuilder a certain pleasure and he soon mocks the crowd’s displeasure with even more arrogance, bragging, dirty wrestling, and exhibitionistic showing off. Then one night, the unexpected happens. After finishing one of his pre-match posing acts, a customer from a crowded table of older black men, jumps to his feet and issues a challenge to Scott, yelling out, “hey, try taking me on kid!” The Black challenger is quite large, perhaps 250 pounds, but considerably shorter than Scott. Santiago, Scott’s original opponent – a shorter but muscular and handsome Italian-American bodybuilder from New Jersey, helped the old man into the ring and sat on ringside next to three other muscleboy wrestlers. The older challenger has to be close to 60 years of age but appears to have a stout, powerful body although lacking the defined muscles of the youthful club’s star wrestler. Scott initially laughs off the old man’s challenge but soon, the entire club is shouting for Scott to accept the man’s desire for a match. Scott has no choice but to accept, since the crowd is not about to let this end without a show down between the two, despite the mismatch. The old African strips to a pair of gym shorts worn beneath his trousers, and quickly oils up. The African’s ring attire is in sharp contrast to the young muscleboy’s. His gym shorts are baggy and he wears no jock or support underneath. The younger muscleboy is practically naked except for his tiny G-string. The club grows very loud with anticipated excitement as the match begins. The Black challenger’s friends back at his table are now cheering for their man. The rest of the crowd cheers for the challenger as well, not because they want him to win as much as they want to see the muscleboy lose. Some hate his arrogance. Others are jealous of his looks, pretty-boy muscles, and daring ring attire. Everyone at the club is looking forward to seeing the two muscular men engage in this ancient form of athletic competition wrestling! As the match prepares to begin, both wrestlers begin to hurl insults at one another. Scott tells the Black challenger that he has made a big mistake challenging a young bodybuilder like himself and will soon suffer the consequences. The older Black wrestler only laughs and informs his young opponent that he is about to get his ass whipped and that he is facing a night of total humiliation.
As the match gets under way, it is soon apparent that the older Black man is no amateur. In fact, later information will reveal that the African “customer” is, in fact, a former gay professional wrestler from Nigeria that goes by the name of Neombe. As it comes to be known, a small group of wrestlers and customers, including Santiago, have paid the black wrestler to appear at the club and administer a thorough licking to the young, unsuspecting muscleboy turned wrestler. Not only have the club patrons paid to have Scott Roberts beaten at his own game but also they have paid good money to see the big African wrestler administer a total sexual humiliation defeat on the white muscle star. As the two wrestlers came together in the center of the heavily oiled wrestling pit, Scott immediately grabbed at the older wrestler’s wrists and brought both his, and his opponent’s arms to a vertical position. Scott was obviously going to go one-on-one in a test of strength. At the same time, the young muscleboy attempted some of his dirty tricks by bringing his knee up into Neombe’s groin. The big African was quick and turned his body just enough to avoid Scott’s knee from contacting his groin area. The White wrestler now concentrated all his efforts in using his muscles to force the Black wrestler backwards, off balance, and eventually cause him to fall to the mat. Scott appeared to be succeeding as the African began to bend further and further backwards. A big grin was on the young bodybuilder’s face as he pushed the Black wrestler further off balance. Suddenly the grin on Scott’s face began to change to a look of concern, surprise and finally, worry. The smile was now on the older wrestler’s face as he began to push the young muscleboy backwards and off balance. The big African let out a laugh and shouted out, “what’s the matter pretty boy? Can’t get this old man to go down?” Then, the African’s leg shot out, kicking Scott’s feet out from under him. The surprised muscleboy slipped on the slick mat, spun to the side and landed face-down on the oiled mat. The audience in the club screamed with pleasure at seeing the arrogant muscleboy get put down so easily and quickly by the old man. It now dawned on many of the customers that they might get the erotic pleasure of seeing this old Black duffer beat and embarrass the young bodybuilder. There was something highly sexual about such a humiliating turn of events. Most did not know about the set-up, the Black wrestler’s background, and just how far the humiliation would go that evening.
Scott was shocked at what happened and quickly jumped to his feet. Anger filled him as he heard the crowd’s laughter and taunts. Scott knew the old man had gotten lucky although Neombe’s strength now concerned the young wrestler. “How could such an old man still have that kind of power?” Scott thought to himself. “I’ll break the bastard’s back for making me look silly”, as he looked to the spot where the African was now standing. The Black wrestler laughed and yelled out to Scott, “Come get me boy, let’s see what you got in you.” The muscleboy became even angrier as he charged at his tormenter. As the younger club wrestler reached for the African’s neck, the Black grappler quickly side stepped, drove his leg between Scott’s legs while, at the same time, smashed his upper arm into the muscleboy’s back. Scott went stumbling forward and again crashed face-first to the slick mat, sending a spray of hot oil flying in all directions. This time however, the Black wrestler had not retreated off to the side. Instead, he quickly dropped himself at the feet of the fallen bodybuilder and applied a Step-Over-Toe-Hold. Within seconds, the muscular, young bodybuilder was screaming in agony, pounding his fists on the mat, and squirming in an attempt to break free.
No matter how much Scott struggled, he seemed unable to break the leg hold and the pain and inability to break free was scaring him. To make matters worse, the big African was now taking advantage of the younger wrestler’s helplessness to add humiliation to the pain. Every few seconds, the African would deliver a hard slap across the bare ass of the youth while yelling out, “what’s the matter boy, you going to let this old man spank you in front of all these people and do nothing about it? I thought you were the big pretty boy champion around here. Let’s see you do some wrestling.” With that, the African released the hold but, as he did, he grabbed hold of the back of Scott’s G-string, pulled it a good foot away from Scott’s body, and then let it snap back between the muscleboy’s ass crack. The younger wrestler let out a howl, jumped to his feet, and attempted to straighten the G-string in the back. The customers by now are hilarious with laughter over what they were seeing happen. Scott retreated to one edge of the wrestling pit, looking totally confused and somewhat panicked, and now scared.
Scott decided to again attack the big African, this time hoping to use his magnificent muscularity against the older man. The younger wrestler managed to get a Forward Bear Hug on the African, although to some watching, it was if the professional wrestler allowed the youth to get the hold only so he could later break out. Scott now felt he had the Black wrestler where he wanted him and would use his beautiful muscles to crush the old man. Muscleboy Scott squeezed with all his power, expecting the Black wrestler to cry out for submission like he’s done to countless other muscle boy wrestlers. It was quite an erotic sight with the two bodies locked together, glistening with sweat and oil, the smell of man musk filling the room. Scott’s muscles heavily pumped now as he tried to squeeze the fight out of the challenger; the White bodybuilder’s deep bronzed, nearly naked body, contrasting against the black skin of the older fighter. Those at ringside were becoming even more sensually excited as they viewed the wrestler’s bodies together and could now pick-up the heavy scent of their body sweat and nakedness. A few of the wrestlers up front, Sammy, Santiago, and Ray were enjoying having a front row seat watching this unfold in front of them – their three weeks of tips and payment paying itself!
As hard as the White wrestler tried, he seemed not able to hurt the big Black wrestler. “What the hell is going on?” Scott thought to himself. “How can he stand my power?” Suddenly, the African slammed his forearms hard against Scott’s head, stunning the young wrestler and causing a ringing in Scott’s ears. Scott loosened his grip momentarily and that was all the older wrestler needed. The Black fighter cast Scott’s arms to the side, spun the young athlete in a half circle and applied his own Bear Hug, this one from the rear. Scott’s arms and legs flailed about as he realized the hold had been reversed on him and he was now being lifted off his feet and feeling the power of the Black wrestler’s arms about his rib cage. The African was soon carrying Scott about the oil pit like a rag doll, applying greater and greater pressure, and causing his young opponent to cry out for release. After several painful minutes of this crushing Bear Hug, Scott felt relief when the pressure around his mid-section was released. However, his relief was short lived because the old man switched from the Bear Hug to a very painful Hammer Lock on Scott’s left arm, yanking the bodybuilder’s heavily muscled arm up behind the back with seemingly little effort. The muscleboy was again crying out in pain as he found himself being marched about the pit, most of the Scott on his toes, with the African pulling ever harder on his tortured left arm. Them, to make things even worse for the mucsleboy, the African began to pull and yanked on Scott’s G-string, pulling the back-string tightly into the youth’s ass crack. This action amused the customers and they cheered for more such punishment on the once proud bodybuilder.
The abuse of the muscleboy’s G-string caused great pressure against both his anus and his testicles. This discomfort, however, was also acting as a stimulant to his sexual organs and it caused him to become aroused despite the pain. Mentally too, the once exhibitionistic bodybuilder was now under stress. With the rough pulling of his skimpy garment, Scott became terrified that the G-string might be torn off. The young bodybuilder had always enjoyed showing off his fantastic physique but he now feared the possibility of finding himself fully naked in front of a crowd. Worse yet, the crowd would see that he was developing a boner. Scott began to plead with the African to stop pulling on his G-string and to release his hold. Scott acknowledged the African’s victory of this fall (although Scott knew he wanted no more wrestling against this African). Then, without warning, the Black wrestler took a firm grip of Scott’s leopard Nylon/Lycra G-string, yanked upward with great force, and ripped the skimpy garment right off the muscleboy’s bubble ass. The crowd roared, Scott cried out, “What are you doing?! Oh no, no, NO!” and the African laughed and began waving the stripped-off garment over his head.
What a sight! The crowd was thrilled with what they were witnessing while the once arrogant and over confidant muscleboy was totally humiliated and petrified. His face was getting more flushed by the second as he cried out in pain from the Hammer Lock Hold, his sheer embarrassment, and not knowing what was next in store. He pleaded with someone to stop the match, hoping that the club’s management would stop things but no one was about to stop this match. There he was, considered to have one of the best physiques around, now trapped in a painful wrestling hold, losing to an old man, totally naked in front of over hundreds of men. His body was indeed one of the best around and it looked marvelous now on full display, helpless, shining with sweat and oil, and with every inch of muscle straining and on display for all to see. Even more amusing for the crowd was the youth’s partial erect penis, now pointing down at about a 45-degree angle, thick and firm, and adorned by the small, blond, oil-slicked patch of pubic hair. Those close to the ringside could also see the small, very tight, close-hung scrotum, typical of a man in his 20’s, with the two very distinct balls packed within. Many expected that, before the match ended, these little sensitive balls would receive their share of punishing attention.
As the African continued upward pressure on the muscleboy’s left arm he also proceeded to shove the young wrestler in circles about the wrestling pit. Then, to further humiliate the bodybuilder wrestler, the African took his right hand, still containing the sweat and oil-soaked G-string torn from the muscleboy, and clamped the tiny, daring garment that moments ago contained Scott’s erection and provided him some minimal athletic support, over the muscleboy’s face! The club broke out in near riot laughter as the Black wrestler began to rub the muscleboy’s own G-string in his face. Scott’s head twisted from side to side in and attempt to keep the wet, heavily musked, posing string-pouch off his face but he could not. The bodybuilder’s nostrils were soon filled with the scent of his own sexual organs, anal area, sweat, and the wrestling pit oils. Humiliating as it was, the smells had their effect on the strong sexual sensitivities of so young a man and Scott’s erection hardened to the point of bringing it thumping against his prize winning abdominals. Comments could now be heard regarding the size of the bodybuilder’s hardened penis. Big and muscular as Scott was, his cock was a rather average 7 inches in length which seemed unimpressive to many who thought so powerfully built a man should possess an equally large dick, not that either had anything to do with the other.
In particular, the Black men in the audience made loud, laughing comments about the muscleboy’s “small” cock. Scott grew even more red faced and was near tears with pain and embarrassment. As the bodybuilder was pushed and twisted around the ring, his engorged cock bounced from side to side and slapped against the adjoining belly. This constant stimulation now brought more fear to the muscleboy’s heart that he might lose control. What would he do, he thought, if he could not hold himself and sprayed his cum in front of everyone. He was really terrified now.
The Black wrestler now had Scott’s leopard G-string partially in the man’s own mouth and the garment’s elastic strings tangled around his ears. The very portion of the string/pouch that had been against the youth’s anus now rested directly against his nostrils. The muscleboy most certainly was inhaling his own most intimate body scent as never before. This allowed the African to make use of his right hand to administer further punishment to his young opponent. The Black wrestler reached around with his right hand, and still holding the Hammer Lock with his left, and began to claw, pinch, and twist the nipples on the big and beefy pectorals of the muscleboy. At the same time, the older wrestler began driving his right knee hard into the ass of the young man. Neombe’s knee repeatedly smashed into the muscular anal cleft of the youth, surely striking with great pressure against the anus and possibly even the ball sack of the young wrestler. This was a real payback for Scott’s earlier attempt to knee the African in the groin. With each blow of the knee, the humiliated bodybuilder’s hard penis snapped against his belly and swung from side to side, drawing considerable attention to the swollen cock. Then, grabbing the blond hair atop the muscleboy’s head, still holding him with the Hammerlock as well, the huge Black wrestler lifted the younger wrestler completely off his feet and close to two feet off the mat. Then, the African quickly dropped to one knee and brought Scott down, ass first, onto his raised knee into a brutal Atomic Drop. The bodybuilder hit hard his tailbone directly on the hard knee of the African. Scott let out a howl of pain as the Black wrestler now totally released his opponent and watch with a grin on his face as Scott rolled about the mat rubbing his sore backside. The hurting muscleboy struggled to his feet and pulled the ripped G-string off his face. With his face flushed red, he made a vain attempt to don the skimpy garment again and cover his exposed genitals. It was no use, however, as the string had been torn from the pouch rendering it unwearable. Even if the G-string had been useable, the muscleboy’s harden cock would have been difficult to tuck back into the flimsy Nylon pouch. The scene was quite humorous as the young bodybuilder hobbled from one leg to another, trying to don the damaged G-string one moment, holding it over his swollen member the next, all the Scott looking confused, scared, embarrassed, and with the appearance of looking for someone to help him. He scanned the audience and noticed his fellow wrestlers laughing and enjoying the show, his heart sank as he noticed they each had a malicious and perverse smirk, their eyes telling him this was just the beginning.
It was not long before the big African wrestler attacked the youth again. The older grappler ripped the G-string from the muscleboy’s hands and threw it aside. He soon had Scott by the hair again, this time dragging him to the edge of the wrestling pit next to the ring rope enclosure. Within seconds, the muscleboy found himself ensnarled in the ropes, arms out-stretched, handing helplessly, and facing outward toward the ringside tables. Suddenly Scott felt a stinging crack across his bare ass, then another, and another. The men in the club were laughing like mad and expressing their delight in what was taking place. The older man was administering a public spanking on the bare ass of this once proud and arrogant young physique champion. Scott felt ultimate embarrassment at this since the crowd was chiding him that he deserved being spanked like a bad little boyby this old man. Scott’s face was now red as a beet and his prize-winning glutes were beginning to redden as well from the blows being rained on them by the African. The old Black wrestler certainly knew how to totally humiliate a young muscleboy in public – this was not something new to him!
Then, following the spanking, the African began to administer some really brutal punishment on the younger wrestler. With the youth still handing helplessly on the ropes, his hair still being pulled by the left hand of the African, Scott felt his opponent’s right hand snake between his muscular thighs and grab hold of his scrotum. The older wrestler began to squeeze, pull, twist, and yank at the muscleboy’s most sensitive body part. Scott began to cry out and pleaded with the African to let go of his ball sack but the old, professional wrestler from Nigeria just ignored his pleas and continued the punishment. Scott begged, cried, and pleaded all the more as excruciating pain filled his groin and flowed up into his abdominal region and down through his inner thighs. At times, the African would pull down hard on the young athlete’s ball sack, which caused the skin on his hard penis to draw down along the shaft. This had the effect of emphasizing the muscleboy’s erection even more and gave those at nearby tables quite a sight. With each yank on the ball sack, the glans penis would stand out like a huge, shiny acorn with its darken, purplish ring looking like it was going to explode at any second.
Occasionally tiring of this abuse to his opponent’s most sensitive areas, the Black challenger would step back, make some insulting comments, laugh at his opponent’s helpless state, and plant some hard kicks to the White muscleboy’s already sore glutes. Some of these kicks were well aimed to drive deep into the crack separating the rock-hard mounds of the youth’s ass cheeks and strike hard at the anus. Other kicks were deliberately aimed up between the muscular thighs of the youth so that Neombe’s foot slapped against Scott’s unprotected balls and cock.
The big Black wrestler was not about to end his whipping and humiliation of the White muscular nightclub wrestler and the crowd was screaming for more. The African now moved to reposition his defeated opponent in the ropes. Pulling one of Scott’s arms free of the ropes, the youth was spun around so as to now face the center of the wrestling oil pit, his arm was again ensnarled in the ropes, leaving him hanging helpless as before but facing a new direction. The muscleboy’s penis had softened somewhat from all the pain and humiliation but was still partially erect and hung heavy and firm between the young man’s muscular legs. It flopped from side to side and up and down as his sweat-soaked body bobbed in the ropes. The Black wrestler approached Scott now and began to pull and twist at the nipples on the younger man’s powerful chest. The crowd loved this and yelled for more of it. It was becoming apparent even to those in the crowd not involved in the “plot” that the Black professional wrestler was intent on doing more than just defeat the younger, handsome wrestler. With the stripping, attacks to the youth’s genitals, and the frequent attacks to his beautiful body, the crowd could sense that the gay Black wrestler was out to totally humiliate his youthful opponent in a sexually explicit manner. No one in the audience was leaving in protest!
It was not just the audience that now could sense that this was becoming more than just another wrestling match. The once cocky and over confidant Scott was now confused and scared. He now began to realize that his opponent was going to humiliate him in a sexual way and not just by defeating him in an athletic contest. The big Black wrestler was now pulling and twisting his sensitive nipples, something he had never experienced the other end of. But worse, as he now hung helpless, the older athlete was also attacking his private parts as well. Neombe was grabbing Scott’s half-hard penis and pulling and twisting at it. He was also milking it in such a way that the youth’s thick cock was again becoming rock-hard. The young bodybuilder’s balls also came in for some punishment as they too were occasionally being yanked on, twisted, squeezed, and slapped. As much as this hurt the muscleboy, it also caused him uncontrolled erotic sensations that flowed in both directions from his sex organs, flowing upward into his abdominals and down below his tight ball sack into his anal area. “What was he doing?” The muscular youth thought to himself. All the time, the Black wrestler was taunting the youth about him being “whipped by the old man” and not being able to control himself, and also laughed at the boy’s reputation as a “total top.” As the Black fighter worked over the youth’s most private areas, he made jokes about the size of the muscleboy’s now totally stiff penis. The African slapped the bone-hard penis of the muscleboy several times and then stepped back a few feet. The Black wrestler laughed and pointed at the young man’s erect dick, commenting on its size. “What the hell do you call that? It looks like a little boys!” He continued to verbally abuse the beautiful young man, “The big, bad, muscleboy stud sure don’t have a real man’s cock! All that weight lifting don’t make you a real man, do it? Do it, White boy? I’ll show you what a real man looks like!”
The African suddenly reached down and peeled off his own sweat-soaked gym shorts. The audience went crazy with cheers, hooting and hollering, as the old wrestler’s gym shorts came off and a huge, black, hard-as-a-rod, uncut cock sprang forth. The African’s penis was thick and unbelievably hard for a man his age and had to be close to 11 inches in length. The Black wrestler laughed as he ran his fist up and down his swollen organ. “Now this is a real man, not some fancy-pants muscleboy like you. I emphasize, BOY!” Scott hung helpless, his eyes wide in disbelief at what the Black man was doing.
Now, the young muscleboy felt total humiliation. He not only had been stripped and beaten by this old man, he was now hanging helpless, his hard penis being compared by all against that of his opponent’s. The crowd was being merciless in their comments and shouts. They were saying all sorts of things about the muscleboy’s inferiority against that of the old man. The younger wrestler’s penis was no match in size against that of the Black wrestler’s. The younger wrestler’s age gave him the advantage of a hard-on that was straight up and thumping against his hard-muscled abdomen. The old man, on the other hand, had a very hard cock, but it stood more or less straight out, no longer possessing the rigidness of youth. Despite this, the African’s sex organ grabbed all the attention because of its very size, dwarfing the more rigid penis of the young bodybuilder’s.
The Black wrestler walked up against the White wrestler who was again begging for the contest to be ended. As the older challenger and somewhat aroused wrestler came close, the youth squirmed and twisted in the ropes, trying in vain to get loose. The muscleboy’s eyes were big as saucers and his face filled with fear as he looked at the African’s huge and swollen cock. Totally intimidated by the old man’s monster cock, the younger wrestler now realized he might be sexually assaulted as the crowd watched. The Black man was soon pressing his engorged member onto the belly of the younger wrester and making lewd remarks. Soon, the older man was beating his engorged member against the smaller penis of his trapped opponent, giving the appearance of two men engaging in a duelingmatch but using their cocks rather than swords. As the two swollen members smashed together, the African’s much larger uncut dick crushed and pushed the younger man’s hard and cut penis at will. The two wrestler’s scrotums also offered quite a comparison for the excited crowd. The young wrestler’s balls were swollen but still tight and compact in their sack, and were smooth and hairless and shinedwith oil under the ring lights. Each time the sensitive ball sack of the muscleboy was struck by the hard rod of the African, the contents were inflicted with pain and pushed from side to side but barely moved much because of the youthful tightness of the sack. On the other hand, the big African’s ball sack was huge and covered with black hair. Indicative of his age, Neombe’s balls hung down half way along his thighs and swung back and forth with each movement.
Then, the older man again repositioned the youth in the ropes so that he was again facing out toward the crowd of laughing spectators. Now pressing his body tight against the back of the White wrestler, the big Black grappler grabbed the blond hair of his opponent and wrenched the youth’s head backward. Scott suddenly found the anaconda-like upper arm of the African wrapped beneath his neck, choking him. Then, Scott’s face became buried in the hairy armpit of the African. The White wrestler could barely breathe. What little air he was getting into his lungs was filled with the heavy, musk-like odor of the Black man’s armpit. The African’s profuse sweat covered Scott’s face, getting into his eyes and filling his mouth with his taste. Meanwhile, having pressed himself tight against the White wrestler’s back, the hard cock of the black wrestler now had slipped between the youth’s legs and protruded out the front, resting neatly beneath the erect penis of the youth. As Scott bounced in the ropes, he could feel the constant pressure of the African’s cock pressing against his own tender scrotal sack. Occasionally, the older grappler would stomp on the ring ropes, causing Scott to bounce up and down in his suspended state.
When this happened, the helpless youngster’s tight scrotum would slam even harder down upon the African’s hard cock, causing him considerable discomfort. It was almost as if the muscleboy were falling and bouncing. Scott’s balls were soon aching like crazy while he still struggled madly to free his face from the smelly armpit of his opponent.
Those fans and wrestlers seated on the right side of the ring were treated to quite a sight. With the African’s stiff cock protruding between the White wrestler’s legs, many of the seated customers were offered the comparison of the two men’s sex organs. Even coming from behind the muscleboy’s backside, the older wrestler’s hard cock now stood even with the tip of the younger man’s, but Scott’s was half as thick. The fans were amazed at the size of the Black man’s dick and how it dwarfed that of the young stud’s. The two hard cocks pressed together, one bronze colored, the or the coal-black, both sticky with sweat and oil, and looking as if they would burst from their skins. A close observation would also have revealed a small amount of fluid oozing from the younger wrestler’s cock opening. The young stallion’s youth made him unable to withstand such intense stimulation and was causing him to become overly aroused. He now feared the possible humiliating outcome.
Then Neombe backed off slightly and looker over his trapped opponent. He then proceeded to administer half-a-dozen sever slaps to the rock-hard globes of the young stud. Oil spattered in all directions with each slap, followed by a cry of pain and indignation from the younger wrestler, and considerable howls of amusement from the packed club as the enjoyed the muscleboy’s public bare-ass spanking. The spanking stopped after a few moments and the African placed his hands on each of Scott’s ass cheeks. Suddenly, the younger wrestler found his ass being spread by the rough hands of the older wrestler who then said loudly, “well, well, lets get a look at this stud’s tight little ass hole. Looks virgin to me! Ought to break this little opening up, don’s you think? I mean, you been doing it to some of these top and bi boys, here!!” With that, the big Black fighter pushed the swollen tip of his hard cock up against the pinkish brown anus of the youth. Scott cried out in shock and disbelief as he felt the stiff penis of the African push against his most sensitive area. The young bodybuilder had never experienced anything like this before and had never known any anal sexual stimulation besides the occasional rimjob. It scared the hell out of him and he struggled even harder against the ropes and the African’s hold on him. The young wrestler strained every muscle trying to get free and it presented a beautiful and sensual display for all those watching. The panicky wrestler’s body twisted in the ropes and his fantastically developed muscles strained and glistened under the stage lights. The sweat and oil on his body highlighted every curve and shape of his well-trained, yet seemingly useless muscles.
Again, the big gay wrestler pushed his cock tip against the youth’s tight anal opening. This time, the tip of the African’s hard cock penetrated a small amount into the younger wrestler’s anal opening. Scott cried out, his eyes big with shock “Stop it! Stop it! Someone stop him!” His eyes pleaded to the audience but they were enjoying the pretty boy getting worked over too much to notice this alpha top’s destruction.
“What’s that?”, the older athlete shouted out. “A big, tough muscleboy hero like you afraid an old man like me might fuck you up the ass? You gots all those pretty-boy, shiny looking muscles that all the boys go crazy for but you can’t keep a poor ole man like me from slapping your ass red and sticking my pole up your brown eye? What kind of muscleboy rassler are you any ways?” The challenger was getting a real kick out of tormenting his trapped opponent and the crowd was enjoying it as well.
The older wrestler again pushed up against Scott’s backside and tried to poke his hard cock between the youth’s ass cheeks. Scott cried out again in panic and squirmed feverishly to avoid Neombe’s sex organ. Scott’s glorious ass looked fantastic to any connoisseur of a well-developed pair of glutes and the young muscleboy’s were some of the best around, despite being a top. Scott’s well-rounded ass was hard and shapely, beautifully tanned and glistening with his sweat and the slick wrestling oil. Tan as the youngster’s ass was, at this point, both of his globes also showed a rosy glow from the many slaps the African had administered as Scott hung defenseless in the ropes. Scott’s frantic gyrations in the ropes were preventing the African from accomplishing his final humiliations of the nightclub’s star oil wrestler. Neombe reached down and grabbed both of Scott’s ankles and pulled the White wrestler’s legs out from under him and upward. In a quick motion, Scott’s body was swung around in the ropes in a three-quarter circle so that he was almost horizontal to the mat. As Scott’s body, which was still well twisted in the ropes, swung in an arc, his head ended up jammed between the heavy thighs of the African, face up, with the Black man’s balls pressed against his face. The younger wrestler could hardly breath and could see little day light now as his face was nearly covered with the hairy, sweating balls and ass of the African.As the Black wrestler moved his thighs about, he was soon squashing Scott’s head between his trunk-like upper legs and all but muffling cries of his trapped opponent. Scott’s hands clawed and pulled at the sides of the African’s hips and legs in a desperate attempt to pull his head free from between the legs of the African but the efforts were futile. The helpless muscleboy could barely breathe and, what little air he could get, was filled with the heavy musk of the Black mans crotch and ass crack.
At ringside sat four wrestlers, each donning skimpy bikini briefs or jockstraps. Their amazing physiques shining in sweat from the erotic action as well as the air conditioning. Sammy, a 22 year old college wrestler turned to Ray – a black amateur bodybuilder and asked if they should do something. “Naw, man. You see how Scott treats us in the locker room. Let this bitch get what’s coming to him.” Santi placed his hand on Ray’s muscular thigh and joked “I think he meant about the AC.” The three young men laughed, as the fourth wrestler named Nick, a young Russian bodybuilder and wrestler grabbed Santi’s massive pecs. “This…is turning me on. Why don’t we fuck in locker room after pretty boy’s destruction, eh?” A devilish grin appeared on Santiago’s face, he sniffed the air full of man musk from the two sweaty wrestlers and the previous matches. Close to, if not better, than poppers. The temperature must have been over 90 degrees at this point, but the crowd did not seem to care. Sammy winked at Santi “I can’t believe our idea worked!” Ray shushed the younger stud “fuck…dude, just when I think he can’t degrade that boy more…”
Back in the ring, Scott’s muscular legs hung partially outside the raised ring, thrashing and kicking in a futile effort to free his body. His beautifully muscled torso was in a perfect position for his opponent to attack the stud’s chest, hard abdomen, thighs, and worse, his exposed crotch. Holding the young wrestler’s head between his thick thighs, and with the ropes keeping the youth’s body secure, the Black wrestler’s hands were totally free to punish the muscleboy’s tan, muscled physique. Laughing at his opponent’s situation, Neombe applied painful Claw Holds to the washboard abs of the youth. Despite the White bodybuilder’s superbly conditioned mid-section, the Black wrestler’s powerful hands were inflicting real torture on the youth. Each time a new Claw Hold was applied, the muffled cries of the younger wrestler could be detected as his legs kicked out in desperation and his hands slapped and pulled at the tights and ass of his opponent. In addition to the painful Claw Holds the older Black man was also slapping the smooth, tan flesh before him. Each slap resounded throughout the club and sweat and oil flew in all directions with each blow. Each slap also brought cheers and laughter from the crowd. Occasionally, Neombe swung under Scott’s trapped body and brought a stinging slap across the hard ass cheeks of the younger grappler. With each crack across the youth’s ass, his body flopped up and down in the ropes causing his still rock hard cock to pulsate and slap against his belly. This too brought howls of laughter from the turned-on spectators. It was not long before Neombe’s attacks began to also focus on the muscular thighs of the bodybuilder. Once these thigh attacks started, it was no time before suggestions from the challenger’s friends in the crowd lead the Neombe to attack the young man’s crotch.
The African leaned forward causing his own swollen and massive-sized sex organ to rest along the length of the White athlete’s big chest. In this position, the tips of each of the men’s cocks now touched, giving the strange appearance of some sort of stare-down by the sex tools. There was no doubt about whose cock overpowered who’s. Hard, tight, and glowing with sweat and oil, the White boy’s cut cock would have looked impressive in most situations, but not tonight. The big Black wrestler’s uncut pole was just as hard and much longer and thicker than the White muscleboy’s and totally dominated the match-up. The African stabbed his cock repeatedly onto the younger wrestler’s, easily pushing it from side to side, away from and then against, the muscleboy’s muscular mid-section. As the two cock tips touched and rubbed, both showed signs of a small amount of sticky, white substance oozing from their openings.
After amusing himself for a few minutes of this cock rubbing, the Black wrestler leaned back again, punched and slapped the gut of the younger wrestler, and then roughly attacked the young stud’s crotch again. The African grabbed hold of Scott’s cock and began to pull and yank it around as well as giving it some painful twists. At several points, he grasped the younger man’s swollen cock with both hands and then twisted in opposite directions. Scott’s muscular and glistening body arched and twisted in agony and his muffled cries grew louder at the application of the old professional wrestler’s famous Cobra Twist. Finishing with the punishment of Scott’s cock, at least for a few minutes, the Black daddy now grabbed a hold on Scott’s tight, firm ball sack and pulled on it to examine it more closely. Neombe looked at Scott’s balls and yelled out for all to hear, “well, well, looks like we gots a little bag of cherry stone here don’t it? Well, let’s just shake ‘em up a bit and squeeze them a bit, hug?” For the next minute or so, the former club’s oil wrestling champion found his most sensitive organ being pulled, slapped, squeezed, shaken, twisted, and everything else imaginable. Had the young wrestler’s face not been buried in the older wrestler’s crotch and ass, his cries and pleadings would certainly have been loud and clear. Then, the Black man finally stopped tormenting Scott’s most sensitive body parts, but not before smacking the firm swollen ballsack, straightened up, reached behind him, and took a hold of Scott’s hair. Now having a good grip on Scott’s scalp, the Black stud opened his thighs and pushed the young man’s head out of his crotch. For the first Scott in many minutes, the crowd could again see the face of the beaten wrestler and hear his cries of submission and suffering.
Hanging onto the younger wrestler’s hair, Neombe looked down and said, “well, White muscle boy, how does it feel to get your ass whipped by this old boy? Huh? What do you have to say for yourself? What happened to all your bragging and strutting and posing?” Scott was desperately trying to suck in some much-needed air and trying to wipe the sweat from his eyes. As soon as he could speak, the scared and beaten youngster began to plead to the Black man for his release. He wanted no more of this wrestling contest and wanted his humiliation to end quickly. The Black man chided Scott some more by saying, “maybe you haven’t learned your lesson yet, boy!!!! Maybe I need to rub your face in my ass some more?!” Scott started crying out, “No, no, please, no more of that. I can’t breathe there and your smell is too strong.”
“What you say?” the Black professional wrestler yelled out. “You saying by balls and ass stink? Well, if you hate it so much, how come your little pecker is so fucking hard? I think maybe you like the smell of my sex! Maybe you like men like me as much as all those BOYS you show off for. Maybe it’s time to see if you’re more receptive now to having my big, black Mamba up your cherry ass hole!”
Neombe now stepped off his trapped opponent and pulled him free of the ropes. He then grabbed Scott and pulled him to the center of the ring. In quick succession, the African Snapmared the younger bodybuilder some half-dozen times. Each time, as Scott staggered to his feet, he was grabbed about the neck and flipped over Neombe’s shoulder, sending him slamming to the mat on his back, sweat and oil flying. By the end of this series of punishing moves, young Scott was not even sure which direction was which.
Then, in one more punishing maneuver, the physique star/wrestler was crotch lifted, turned sideways, carried to the edge of the ring, and Straddle Dropped on the top ring rope. With one leg on either side of the ropes, Scott’s naked body bounced four or five times on the top rope, groin first, and then he fell off onto the mat. The naked, sweating, muscle hunk now rolled about the mat, clutching his bruised sex organs, and crying in agony. The big African circled his fallen opponent, laughing and occasionally planning a well-aimed kick on the nude youth’s bare ass. As the older Black wrestler circled the prostrate younger wrestler, his massive Black cock remained hard and thick, and bounced and swayed in front of him like a threatening weapon. By now, all the customers could sense that the Black wrestler had every intention of using that huge sex tool to further humiliate and punish his young, muscleboy opponent. From time to time, the old wrestler ran his fist up and down his oiled sex shaft, helping to keep it rock hard, while, at the same time, drawing attention to his pride in the superiority of his manhood over the muchyounger White youth’s body.
After a few minutes of rolling in pain, Scott struggled to his hands and knees and began to crawl toward the ropes and the ring’s edge. He obviously wanted no more part in this wrestling contest and was looking for a quick exit. Unfortunately for the young muscle star, the Black man was not yet ready for the show to end. He ran up behind the escaping youth and planted a hard kick right between his hard, muscular ass, sending the poor youngster sliding across the mat on his belly. Again, Scott attempted to raise himself up on his hands. This time, as he rose, he turned his face toward the large Black man and raised his on hand in a pleading gesture. The look on Scott’s face was one of total fear and panic. He seemed to sense that he would not be able to escape this powerful challenger and that he was in for further punishment and humiliation. The African wrestler reached down and grabbed Scott by the hair. As he pulled Scott to his feet, the younger man cried and pleaded with the Black man not to hurt him anymore. Scott’s hands clutched at Neombe’s hands, trying to relieve the tension on his hair. As the young wrestler was dragged to his feet, his body swung in semi-circles as he spun half suspendedby his hair. The White wrestler cried out in desperation, “Oh, ow, let go of my hair,please, Please! Please! No more, no more! I give, I give! Please let me go.” It was an astonishing sight to behold. Here was this handsome, young, muscle stud, who looked like he would be a top ranked contender in the Mr. Universe Contest, being totally dominated and punished by this old man. It was unimaginable but it was happening before the eyes of this huge crowd. Scott’s beautifully muscled body,totally naked, tan, and glowing under the ring lights with sweat and oil, was a fantastic sight to see yet appeared helpless against the older man’s thick, powerful frame. Every muscle in the youth’s body seemed pumped to its maximum as his body fought to free itself yet it all seemed to be futile.
The young bodybuilder’s cock was still, oddly, almost fully hard and bounced like a tight spring in front of his groin. In this position, the crowd was getting a perfect view of the youth’s naked and magnificent physique in all its glory. Every muscle could be studied in detail as well as all the youths golden tanned skin. Every inch of Scott’s prize-winning physique was deeply tanned and free of body hair. Only a small G-string tan mark was visible about his groin, hips, and ass crack which seemed to give emphasis to this total nakedness now. Only a small, neatly trimmed patch of hair sat at the base top of his cock. The small patch of pubic hair looked almost like a small crown marking his sex. Scott obviously spent many hours grooming and tuning his magnificent body. Beautifully as it was, it now seemed useless in this combat of youth vs. age.
Youth was facing total, public embarrassment and humiliation and the crowd loved every minute of it. What an upset! Strangely though, one could see a rather odd reaction among some of the younger customers at the ringside tables. Even though excited and aroused as much as any of the other customers over this wrestling erotica show they were watching, many of the younger ones had a look of bewilderment and showed some signs of embarrassment themselves. Here they were, looking at a young stud, in their own age bracket, being beaten and humiliated by an old man. Scott was the epitome of all the all-desirable muscleboy. He had looks, youth, confidence, and a world-class muscle body. Up until an hour ago, he was looked upon as an unbeatable wrestler as well. Now, the young night clubbers, along with everyone else, sat and watched as some ancient old Black man was making a complete fool out of the young muscle hunk. Age and experience were showing up muscleboy youth! It was somewhat embarrassing for those of that age group even as they felt the erotic sensuality of what was taking place in the ring. Especially the other wrestlers, who felt a slight bit of regret at Scott’s prolonged humiliation.
Neombe wasn’t done humiliating the muscle boy. He groped, insulted, and even forced kissed the young man. The added sexual dominance made many young men in the audience wince, including the wrestlers at ringside. Seeing the older wrestler lift up the young stud with ease and slam him down after a grope session was a sight to behold. After some half-dozen of these bone-jarring body slams, the handsome young muscleboy seemed more dazed and confused than ever and could hardly pick himself up before he was grabbed and slammed again. The crowd seemed to love the sight of this once proud and young muscle star being so badly whipped and humiliated. They cheered and became even more aroused each time they saw the naked, tan, muscular, and oil-slicked form being lifted and slammed to the mat. The young bodybuilder’s cries and pleading only seemed to entertain the sadistic customers the more. Then, as if Scott had not already endured enough punishment and public humiliation, the African pulled Scott to the ring center, pulled the youth into a sitting position, and positioned himself tight behind Scott, also in a sitting position. Then, the Black man wrapped his legs in a scissors hold about Scott’s waist while, at the same time, applied a Full Nelson hold on the club’s favorite oil wrestler.
Now, the young White wrestler was suddenly set-up for one of wrestling’s most degrading and humiliating maneuvers, the Keaster Bump. The African would rock backwards lifting his young opponent completely off the mat and high into the air. Then, a second or two later, would bring the young wrestler crashing, ass first, back to the mat. Each time Scott was lifted off the mat, he cried and begged the African not to drop him again. Many of the customers on the right side of the ring were treated to a full view of Scott’s ass crack and balls and cock each time he was lifted off the mat. Not only were the Keaster Bumps highly humiliating and embarrassing for the younger man, they were also proving quite painful as well. The impact on the mat was hard on the spine and tailbone to say the least and, unprotected and without support, the young athlete’s ball sack slapped hard against the mat surface each time he came down, causing him considerable pain to that sensitive part of the anatomy. The muscleboy’s cock remained bone-hard throughout the ordeal and snapped to-and-fro each time his body slammed down on the oily ring surface. With his arms helpless in the Full Nelson hold, Scott could do nothing to conceal or support his genitals against the crashing impacts. The once proud youth was suffering in both pain and absolute humiliation and was looking totally foolish before his once admiring fans. The outcome of this wrestling contest was proving almost unbelievable. Here was a handsome young stud with the boy of a Mr. Universe being defeated, stripped, and humiliated in a wrestling match against an unknown African man in his 60’s and all as a crowd watched. The sexual aspects of the defeat and humiliation were not lost on the crowd either and everyone was highly aroused by the spectacle.
Finally, the African grew tired of this “game” he was enjoying with his beaten opponent. The big Black wrestler finally stopped the bumps, still holding Scott in the seated position with the combination Full Nelson and Leg Scissors and shouted to the youth, “So boy, you had enough? How’s ya balls and tender ass hole now? You want me to give you some more ass bumping?” The once arrogant club wrestler now as reduced to pleading and begging for the older man not to punish and humiliate him further. Scott cried out, “No more, no more, please! I’ve had enough. I’m beaten. I can’t take anymore. You win. You win. Please!”
“Fucking right I win, punk” said the challenger. “Now, nice and loud for everyone to hear. Let’ hear you say ‘I admit that old guys are much better wrestlers than young, pretty-boy, muscle bound punks like me’, OK?” With little hesitation, the young muscleboy was crying out every one of the words the older fighter was demanding. The crowd loved it!
Young Scott Roberts was finally released from the Keaster Bumps position and just sat there for a few seconds, unable to shake the confusion and fear from his head over what had taken place. The screaming, laughter, and taunts from the club’s customers rang in his ears and he felt total humiliation. “How could such an old man do this to me?” he thought to himself. The defeat and public embarrassment was not yet quite over though!
Scott was suddenly grabbed by the hair and a tight hammer Lock hold, pulled to his feet, thrown into the ropes, and quickly found his arms outstretched and bound-up in the top ring ropes. The muscle stud hung there, helpless, naked, covered with sweat and oil, and facing out toward the crowd. His body bounced slightly in the ropes as his still stiff cock snapped against his rock-hard abdominals, looking very vulnerable and about to explode for the audience.
As Scott hung helpless and begging for release, the big Black wrestler stood several feet behind his young, helpless White opponent laughing and seeming to be considering further torment. The older man was also covered with sweat and oil and, although nowhere near possessing the contest quality physique of his young adversary, looked rather impressive himself with his naked body still highlighted with it’s massive, hard, black cock protruding proudly. The Black wrestler occasionally stroked his black Mamba with an oily hand while admiring the hard, tan, slick, muscled cakes of the trapped youth. One could sense that the African was considering satisfying himself at the expense of the youth caught in the ropes and so very vulnerable.
Taking advantage of the younger wrestler’s perfectly positioned ass, Neombe planted several swift kicks to the tanned, shiny muscle globes of the helpless bodybuilder/wrestler. Scott’s body bobbed and swayed in the ring ropes with each kick as he cried out with indignation at this latest humiliating treatment. Neombe began to grope and even finger the young stallion’s muscle ass, taunting him. “You young studs are all the same, thinking you’re hot shit. That you’re total tops. You’ll see why my young muscle bitches call my monster the bitchbreaker” the Black old man sneered at the young handsome stud. Just then, the older man started to spank the poor young man. Each smack was heard loud and clear from the members of the audience.
By this time, the beaten, confused, and scared White wrestler was hardly aware of what was going on. He bounced helplessly in the ropes, moaning, and pleading for someone to save him. But, his final humiliation was now coming. Scott felt the African’s hands grab the sides of his hips, keeping him from moving his lower torso. The Black man rubbed some oil off the back of his younger opponent and applied it along the shank of his hung, stiff, black cock. Then, the African pushed up against the back of Scott and said, “Boy, I’m mighty horny now and I’m going to relieve myself right up your pretty-boy ass hole.” Scott whimpered and pleaded as he felt the big African’s erect penis pushing between his ass cheeks. The crowd roared for the Black man to “DO IT! DO IT!” and the African proceeded to locate Scott’s anus with the tip of his massive organ and, once found, began to push his stiff rod into the tight opening of the White wrestler. Scott cried and yelled, his body was torn between pleasure and pain and humiliation. The young man watched as Santi took out a small brown bottle and offered some to him, before taking it away and takin a deep hit himself.
Soon, the gay challenger was well into the other man’s most private possessions and thrusting away. There was a loud squishing sound as Neombe’s cock pulled part way out and then jabbed back into Scott’s small anal opening. The Black man’s sweaty and oiled front smashed against the oiled and sweaty backside of his opponent, heightening the sounds of the two bodies in contact. Those sitting near ringside could see from the African’s face that he was soon to blow his heavy load of semen that had built up during the long, erotic combat. He continued to thrust away into the younger man’s back sex opening despite the pleas from Scott that he was hurting him and that the Black man’s cock was too big to fit his small virgin anal hole. Strangely, men near ringside could see that the young, White wrestler’s penis was hard beyond belief and seemed about to explode It’s load as well. A small droplet of white pre-cum juice now sat at the small opening at the penis tip and drew considerable attention from several women sitting near the edge of the ring.
After several minutes, it all happened. The big Black man gave several hard thrusts with his hips and began to yell and grunt. At the same moment, he reached around in front and began to slap and spank at his White opponent’s erection. The African gave one final forward thrust with his hips and then froze tightly against the back of the man against him. Scott cried out as he felt the final thrust into his anal opening and then a flow of hot fluid into his insides. Unable to control his own body function by now, his own cock exploded and began to spew a series of whitish, gooey loads. Being so young, Scott’s cum discharged shot eight to ten feet out in front of him, spraying across some customer’s tables. Many men in the line of fire jumped back to avoid being hit while, laughing and showing amazement at the quantity and force of the young stud’s discharges. Some customers expressed the belief that the young, beaten wrestler must have broken something inside as the number and size of his semen discharges seemed almost abnormal. Even though he was very young, for such a quantity and force like that, they believed it must have been quite some time since the young bodybuilder had satisfied himself.
Finally finished now, the big Black wrestler pulled free from the White wrestler and began a victory strut about the ring. His somewhat softening cock flopping and swinging between his legs, covered with the shine of oil and body juices. The crowd cheered as the African strutted and laughed and taunted the younger wrestler as he was freed from the ropes and allowed to flee to the dressing rooms. As the frightened and totally embarrassed young muscular wrestler fled between the customer’s tables, the big African picked up the youth’s tattered G-string and shouted after him, “Hey boy, you forgot your little cock bag and dental floss.” The crowd roared as the older wrestler took a deep sniff of the underwear.
It was a most exciting night of wrestling that not only gave the crowd a terrific athletic show but satisfied their need for erotic entertainment as well. Everyone remarked at the sensual aspect of seeing this age over youth upset. Without a doubt, the perfectly muscled, young, handsome, arrogant type had been totally defeated and humiliated for all to see. Who would have believed that a 24-year-old bodybuilder and wrestling champion would suffer such a humiliating, painful, and embarrassing defeat at the hands of a 60- year-old opponent? In all his cockiness, egotism, and youthful arrogance, certainly the young muscleboy could never have imagined that he would suffer such as humiliating public defeat and, worse, at the hands of an African almost three times his age. It just destroyed the young bodybuilder’s confidence. Scott Roberts was not on the next night’s wrestling card! In fact, he soon left town. Few believed he could ever appear on a physique contest stage or even a public beach. How could he risk being seen again showing off his body in a G-string when someone from that night at that club might recognize him? Or worse, suppose the big African caught him showing off again in a public place? Imagine the possibilities of another public beating and humiliation. Would he ever again take that chance? Some say they saw Neombe taking Scott back home to show him proper man sex!
That same night, however, Neombe approached the cocky muscular wrestler boys, his sweaty, musky cock still erect. The old man approached the other, tan muscular stud Santiago and pulled him closer as if to tell him a secret. The younger man’s eyes widened in shock and fear. The wicked smirk on the wrestler’s face said it all.
“You’re next.”
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