Ben had really been looking forward to his intercession vacation.
Aside from seeing his family, he was anxious to see many of his
buddies from high school who would be home around the same
time. As a college sophomore, Ben still maintained friendships
with a number of the guys he’d played football with in high
school. As quarterback and team captain, Ben had led his team
to a championship season that was one of his school’s all time
bests.
Things were starting off slowly, though. Ben had finished up
classes early and as a surprise came home two days earlier
than expected. His family all had plans he didn’t want to join in,
and his friends had not gotten back into town yet. And he had no
vehicle, since his parents and sister were using the two family
cars.
As Ben looked through the local paper, he saw that a few towns
away they were holding Pro Wrestling matches at a small local
arena. It was a down and dirty independent wrestling league, but
Ben thought it might be fun. He could walk to the train station,
take a train to the town and then walk to the matches. He’d been
a long time wrestling fan and had wrestled some in high school.
Ben arrived at the matches, got a decent seat and decided to
take a leak before the matches began. As he was zipping up, he
heard someone yell out “Hey asshole!” Ben didn’t recognize the
guy yelling, a big dude about 6’2″ and maybe 230 pounds, just
slightly on the wrong side of stocky.
The guy got in his face and was yelling about the fact that Ben’s
high school football team had stolen a game from his team and
that Ben had a lot of nerve showing his face in this town. Ben
was unimpressed and said “Lighten up. That was like two years
ago.. It’s ancient history.”
But the guy grabbed Ben and soon they were wrestling on the
floor of the men’s room. It didn’t last long, because from out of
nowhere four security men appeared and separated them. It
turns out this other guy, Lenny, was a little stoned and had some
joints in his shirt pocket, which the security men found. The two
were brought to a back office, where the wrestling promoter was
sitting in a make-shift office.
“Fighting and drugs! Are you two trying to get me shut down?
Can you give me one good reason I shouldn’t call the cops and
have you both thrown in jail?”
That was the last thing Ben wanted, but it was Lenny who spoke.
“Please, mister, give us a break. I’ll do anything. I just can’t get
busted again.”
The promoter thought for a minute, then said, “Well, I was young
once, too. How would you like to settle your dispute and make
some money at the same time? Sign a waiver and I’ll pay you to
wrestle each other in the ring. The winner gets $200 and the
loser gets $100. You can even wear masks so nobody will know
who you are. What do you say?”
Ben wasn’t so sure. Lenny was a brute. And although Ben, at 6″
and 185 was in better shape, Lenny still had about 40 pounds
on him, and Ben didn’t want to get killed or humiliated in front of
a bunch of people. “It’s that or the police” the promoter continued,
“and you’ll have to wrestle by our rules. I don’t want you killing
each other.” That helped lead Ben to accept the match. Besides,
he could use the money. Lenny was all for it… getting off the
hook, making some money and getting to kick Ben’s ass all over
the ring.
Once he realized he was in full control of the two guys, the
promoter started thinking. “Take them to the visitor’s team locker
room while I think up a routine for them and find something for
them to wear” he told the security guards. “And take their clothes
so they don’t get cold feet and try to skip out on us.” He then went
out to the two semi-pro wrestlers who were waiting on stand-by
for a match and told them he wouldn’t be needing them tonight..
They were pissed off as they left the building, but the promoter
figured, “Why pay them $500 each when I can get these kids for
$300?”
The visitor’s locker room was separate from the main locker
where the paid pro wrestlers were getting ready. Ben was getting
nervous as he stripped out of his clothes. He had a great looking
face, nice dark hair, cut kind of short, and a body that showed he
was an athlete and worked out regularly. Big arms, a big chest,
ripped abs, small waist and bubble butt made him really
attractive. His only shortcoming, so to speak, was his dick. It was
a grower. Although it reached a respectable seven inches hard, it
was only about three inches at rest. And at the beach or when he
got nervous, it would shrink even more, the head receding in to
his ample foreskin. He was real happy when the security men let
him stop stripping once he reached his white boxers.
Lenny was considerably less inhibited. He was out of his shirt
and pants and down to his red bikini briefs in a flash. Because of
his extra weight, the briefs rode low, especially in the back,
giving
Lenny a permanent plumber’s crack exposure.
Meanwhile the promoter made his selection from wardrobe and
came into the locker room. It wasn’t unusual for him to fill his
card with local semi-professionals, so he always had extra gear
on hand. Ben was a looker who would please the ladies and
any gays in attendance. And Lenny actually was built like he
could be a wrestler.
He gave both guys masks to go with their outfits. Ben’s was a
thin, tight light blue Lycra mask that fit smoothly and tightly over
his face like a second skin, making him unrecognizable without
distorting his good looks. Lenny’s mask was a yellow dog face,
which was almost an improvement. Ben got an old light blue
nylon singlet to complete his outfit, while Lenny got long yellow
tights. There were also two graying, stained, dirty looking jock
straps.
“You don’t expect us to wear those, do you?” Ben asked. “It’s your
choice”, the promoter replied. “It’s either these or you’ll be going
commando, unless you have a thong on under those boxers.”
Ben wasn’t about to wear the dirty looking jock strap. He turned
away from the others, slipped out of his boxers and quickly
pulled on the singlet. It seemed like it was a medium when he
should have had a large, but there were no mirrors in the
dressing room for him to check himself out. He tried to arrange
his dick so that it wasn’t too obvious, but the singlet didn’t allow
much room for maneuvering. Lenny took one of the jock straps
and put it on. It didn’t do much to disguise his fat eight inch
dick,
and the dark jock strap showed through the yellow tights.
Lenny’s tights were actually a little big and he was glad to have a
drawstring for some extra support in keeping them up. He
sucked in his gut and tied it as tight as he could around his more
than ample waist. The security men then locked their clothes up
in one of the lockers.
The promoter looked them over as they put on their masks. “Too
bad the good looking one’s got a small dick,” he thought too
himself. “You guys will wrestle barefoot.” he said. That would
save him from having to find them wrestling boots that fit and
keep them from kicking each other too hard.
They were also reminded to not try any of the stunts they had
seen on TV and not to do anything that would result in
permanent injury to the other guy. They were told it was to be a
submission match. The referee would be outside the ring and
only come in when one guy submitted. Ten minutes later they
were ready to go on. Ben was introduced as “Pretty Boy Blue”
and Lenny was called “The Yellow Cur”, although neither of them
heard the announcements. Before they went out they were both
given a sixteen-ounce bottle of liquid to drink that would help
them sweat for the crowd and both were sprayed with a mist of
water from water bottles to simulate a new sweat. Ben was
starting to sweat on his own though.
Ben cut quite a figure in the ring. The too-small singlet accented
his fine body and terrific ass. And the stretched out light blue
nylon started to go transparent on the spots of his body which
were already wet. It wasn’t long until you could see his big round
nipples through the singlet. And there was a wet spot forming
and working its way down to the crack in his big bubble ass. As it
became wetter and bigger, there was a clear view of the crack of
Ben’s ass, just as if he were naked. It did not go unnoticed by the
audience.
But Ben didn’t have much time to worry about his outfit. Lenny
lunged at him almost immediately. Ben moved aside and Lenny
did a belly flop on the mat, much to the delight of the crowd who
hooted and laughed. A bull-like charge at Ben resulted in Lenny
being further insulted as Ben once again was too fast for him,
this time tripping Lenny and sending him through the ropes to
the well-padded floor around the ring. Not only was Lenny
embarrassed, but his fall broke the drawstring of his tights,
which had been flimsy to begin with and stretched beyond
endurance. As Lenny climbed back into the ring, he was
unaware that his yellow tights were at half-mast in the back. The
crowd was treated to a look at more of Lenny’s hairy ass most of
them wanted to see. The laughter tipped him off, however, and
he pulled them up, turning his increased anger to Ben.
Lenny moved more purposefully toward Ben now and wound up
catching him face to face in a bear hug. Lenny huge hands
encircled Ben and grabbed Ben’s singlet at the same time as he
lifted Ben off the ground, totally under his control.
This time it was Ben’s turn for humiliation. As Lenny lifted, Ben’s
singlet rode up and gave him a super wedgie. Both gorgeous
globes made their stage debut and the crowd went crazy! Lenny
thought they were cheering for him and his wrestling skill, so he
held Ben higher and paraded him around the ring for all sides to
see.
When Lenny got tired of his hold, he dumped Ben to the ground.
Lenny got Ben’s head in a scissors hold, and as Ben struggled
to escape, Lenny saw what the crowd had been laughing at.
Ben’s big white ass was pretty much totally exposed. And his
white cheeks were set off by the fact that he had a great tan line.
Whack! Lenny smacked Ben’s ass as hard as he could. Whack,
whack, whack, whack, whack! Again and again, Lenny let Ben
have it on his right ass cheek. Lenny wanted to see if he could
make the two cheeks different colors and was doing a great job.
Ben’s right cheek had turned crimson, while his unslapped left
cheek remained white. The crowd roared in approval. Ben
managed to get his arm around and pull his singlet down in an
attempt to offer some protection for his bruised right cheek, but it
was only a moment of cover. From his position of power, Lenny
easily grabbed and pulled at the singlet again, this time tearing
the old material a little at the side as he once again gave Ben a
super wedgie. The two-inch tear meant that Ben’s right cheek
would be at least partially exposed for the rest of the match, no
matter what Ben did. Lenny laughed to himself at his handiwork.
Meanwhile, Ben was sweating hard, but Lenny was sweating
like a pig. This resulted in both guys looking as if they had been
doused with water. There was an audible gasp from the crowd
as Lenny picked Ben up in a full nelson. Ben’s wet blue singlet
had gone completely transparent in the front. It was as if he were
up there in the ring naked. Now there was more laughter at
Ben’s expense. The women were shaking their heads in regret
over Ben’s small package which, true to form, had shriveled up
to about two and a half inches. The audience had to look hard to
see it, but they could make it out, the now tiny dick surrounded by
a mass of dark pubic hair and two nice sized balls, which only
served to make Ben’s dick look smaller. The fabric was now so
transparent and the view was so good, you could actually tell he
wasn’t circumcised, .
It was about this time that Ben was first able to get a good look at
himself. He looked down as he lifted his legs, trying to get free
from the bear hug, and was aghast to realize he could see his
dick, balls and pubic hair through the fabric. He had to get out of
there and fast.
In a super-human effort, Ben shook loose from Lenny and slid
down to the floor. Lenny took the opportunity to start kicking at
Ben’s stomach…and not the make-believe kind of kicks, but real
ones. Ben grabbed on to one of Lenny’s legs and while Lenny
was trying to literally shake him off, accidentally pulled down
Lenny’s tights. Lenny tripped and went over on his back. Ben
tried to jump on him and pin him, but it didn’t seem to matter
since there was no ref in the ring anyway. After a few shots to the
gut, Ben decided enough was enough and headed for the ropes
to leave the ring. Lenny caught him by one of the straps of his
singlet just as he was almost out, and pulled him back into the
ring. Lenny pulled up his tights with one hand as he held on to
Ben with the other. Once he had both hands free he grabbed
Ben’s other singlet strap and started to swing Ben around the
ring. But after only a short while Ben lost his balance and, as he
fell toward the mat, both straps tore and Ben went flying. Now
Ben was strapless in a flimsy singlet and outclassed by his
opponent. A kick in the stomach doubled Ben over and he felt
the end was near. Even though Lenny was barefoot, those kicks
really knocked the wind out of him.
Next thing Ben new, he was up in the air and Lenny had him over
his back in a back breaker. “Shit, this really hurts!” thought Ben.
If
anyone hadn’t seen Ben’s small package before, they sure
couldn’t miss it now. Lenny carried him from corner to corner.
Lenny was just showing off his strength, but Ben was showing
off his little dick through the now transparent singlet, which once
again was generating laughs and hoots from the crowd.
Lenny got tired of the back breaker and started to lower Ben head
first toward the mat. Ben was in front of Lenny, held upside down
facing him as he went down, and as Ben’s head became even
with Lenny’s crotch, Lenny grabbed the back of his head and
shoved Ben’s head up against his dick, rotating it like Ben was a
puppet. Then, whack, whack, whack! Lenny placed three more
hard slaps to Ben’s still exposed ass cheek. Ben was
powerless and desperate, so he grabbed on to Lenny’s tights,
once again pushing them downward in the rear. The crowd
roared approval at the sight of Lenny’s fat ass and Lenny
became even more enraged.
Lenny was easily able to hold Ben upside down with one hand
as he pulled up his tights. He then used both hands to turn Ben
around, so he was still suspended in front of Lenny, but now
facing the crowd. Lenny had a new plan for Ben, now. Lenny
slowly began to lower Ben to the mat and forcing him into a
Boston crab. But Lenny kept a firm grip on Ben’s singlet as he
did. The effect was that Ben was slowly having his singlet peeled
off him. Wiggling and struggling with all his might did Ben no
good whatsoever, and actually worked against him. In moments
Ben’s chest was on the mat and Lenny was putting on the
pressure, bending Ben’s back the wrong way. But worse still as
far as Ben was concerned, Lenny had Ben’s ankles and singlet
in his hands. As the singlet slid down his body, Ben was
appalled when it reached his dick and the shrunken member
popped out. Since it was so shrunken, it sort of stood straight
out, making it all the more obvious. In a heartbeat, Lenny had
Ben’s singlet completely off him, still hanging on to his now
naked opponent by the legs and ankles. Lenny began laughing
as he saw Ben’s shriveled dick for the first time. “What
happened to your dick, man? I can’t believe how fucking small it
is!”
Ben fought to get to the ropes and out of the ring. “I give. I
submit”, he yelled to no avail. The promoter, the crowd and the
referee were enjoying this too much to put a stop to it. Ben’s only
solace was that he had on a mask. He was totally humiliated,
naked in the ring, utterly defeated, with his shrunken dick in full
retreat as well.
Just when it seemed things couldn’t get worse, after waving it
several times in the air above his head, Lenny threw Ben’s
singlet to the crowd. The roar was deafening as they signaled
their approval. “How am I going to get back to the locker room?”
Ben worried. Next the crowd began to chant “We want the Mask.
We want the mask!” and Ben’s panic increased as he realized
what they were saying.
Lenny understood too, and he reached forward to grab the mask.
He let go of Ben to work on getting the mask off. As the mask
was being pulled off him, Ben took the opportunity to make a
break. He broke free and clambered out the ring. Now
completely nude, without even the partial covering of the mask,
Ben ran down the aisle, one hand over his dick and the other
trying to cover his face. Unfortunately, he wasn’t familiar with the
layout of the auditorium, so instead of heading back to the
locker room, he wound up by an outdoor exit.
When he realized his mistake, Ben couldn’t think of turning back
and facing the crowd again, so he just pushed through the doors
at the end of the aisle, which lead him right our into the parking
lot. “Maybe I can circle around and get back into the locker room”
he thought. But as he was trying to gain his bearings, Ben
quickly realized that fans were now coming out of the same
doors to get another look at him. As he looked around in
desperation for an escape, he noticed two guys by a pickup truck
drinking beer. “Hey guys, I’m in an awful bind. Do you have
anything I can wear? Can you help me out?”
The two guys studied Ben carefully for a second or two, then the
bigger one said “Get in the back of the truck.” Ben jumped into
the bed of the pickup and looked around to see if there was
anything he could wear. Meanwhile both guys got into the front of
the truck. It turns out they were the semi-pro wrestlers who didn’t
get a chance to wrestle because of Ben and Lenny. As Ben
continued to look in the empty pickup bed for something to wear,
he heard the truck start and felt the pickup move as they started
to drive away. “Where are we going? I’m naked back here!” Ben
shouted.
As they drove out of the parking lot, the two guys in the front were
very well aware of Ben’s predicament. They just hadn’t decided
what to do about it.
The End
