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Wrestle Me, Fuck-Boi!
🕑 Added 2018-03-30 15:21:43 +0000 UTCWritten By Gregory Hanes
The crowd goes wild at an obscure arena on the outskirts of El Paso, Texas. The Masked Twink (never one to turn down a paid public appearance) is the featured guest for the small town's local wrestling smackdown. MT, the Masked Twink, makes his way toward the ring as the crowd cheers wildly. Already in the center of the ring is his competitor for the evening, the hometown luchador, Joder Máquina! The Masked Twink sports a black and orange singlet while his opponent wears only a purple and green speedo to compliment his purple and gold mask. Upon entering the ring, the Masked Twink immediately begins strutting around showboating with an asinine display, and the fans are just eating it up. They seem to be praising him even more than their own local lucha. Were MT of a more sensible mind this whole scenario would have seemed remarkably sketchy from top to bottom, but the Masked Twink is seldom the type to turn away from publicity, money, free food, or any opportunity to stroke his ego.
The starting bell rings and with no hesitation at all MT charges at his opponent leaping into him with the intent of taking him down with a body slam.
"Fe-Fi-Foo-Twat! I'm taking your ass down to the mat!" he cries leaping blindly at his competitor.
However the masked boy forgot to factor in the luchador's greater size, and so instead of knocking him down, Joder Máquina merely catches MT in his arms and proceeds to squeeze him tightly in a vicious bearhug. The Masked Twink squirms trying to get free, but it is to no avail. He is almost completely out of breath when the luchador finally releases him letting him flop down onto the mat like a dead trout. It takes MT a minute or two to regain enough of his stamina to even attempt to sit up, but before he can the luchador grabs him by the ankles and suplexes him over his head and back down face-first onto the mat with a resounding SLAM!
Groggy and winded from such a devastating maneuver, the Masked Twink crawls over to the ropes and struggles to stand up. Glaring over at Joder, MT cries,
"What the fuck, man?! Ease up! This match is only supposed to be for show!"
However, to MT's surprise and horror, the luchador just laughs aloud and replies,
"Ha! Ha! No, ese! This fight ain't just for show. This here is a setup! I'm being paid good money to kill your ass dead!"
"Wait! What?! By who?!" MT shouts striking a defensive posture.
"Yo, I don't ask questions! They just showed me the money and told me to make it messy...and after seeing you here in person, I think things are going to get a little EXTRA messy if you know what I mean."
MT cringes after he notices Joder's protruding bulge jutting out at him. The Twink quickly realizes his adversary not only intends to kill him but to rape him too. MT looks out at the cheering crowd and replies,
"You're not seriously planning to murder me in front of an arena of witnesses?!"
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Damn, you are a stupid tonto! Those aren't real people, ese! They're holograms! This whole thing was a setup! This place...the crowd...the phony publicity! You've Been Duped, Puta! We fucked with your head, and now I'm gonna fuck you till you're dead!" answers the lucha with a grim grin.
"Fuckin' Shit! How do I always get myself into these situations?!" MT asks himself in a quick moment of self-reflection.
Without giving the Masked Twink another second, the luchador assassin charges at him, but MT manages to dodge out of the way just in time leaving Joder to topple over the ropes and out of the ring.
"Guess that's an out for him." the Twink jests.
However his arrogant gibe is short-lived, for immediately Joder Máquina leaps back into the ring landing right in front of him.
"Guess you think you're pretty funny, puta!" Joder says smacking MT across the face.
The force of the blow knocks the Twink back across the ring laying him flat out on his back. With the young Masked Twink sprawled out over the mat, the mighty luchador leaps into the air again; this time coming down and planting his big feet right square in the Twink's chest.
The pain is indescribable! MT feels as though half of his ribs have been cracked. The twink rolls over onto his side grasping his chest as a tearful pain resonates throughout his upper body. Though the Masked Twink is clearly in great pain, Joder does not allow him much time to writhe before piling on more sadistic punishment. Joder Máquina forcefully flips the Twink back over onto his back and plops his ass down over the masked boy's face. With MT's arms pinned beneath his knees, Joder begins viciously pounding his fists into the Masked Twink's abdomen. MT cries out in gut-wrenching pain with every great blow, but his groans are muffled by his opponent's sweaty ass-cheeks. The taste of ass and man-stank pours down into MT's mouth and back into his throat as the abdominal abuse continues unhindered. To top it all off with insult to injury, Joder soon delivers a greater indignity to the masked model by bringing both fists down on top of his balls with nut-smashing force. The Masked Twink is overwhelmed as the pain floods through him.
After this brutal bashing, the luchador gets up off of MT allowing him to once again roll over onto his side wincing in agony. Several minutes pass, but all that MT finds himself able to do is moan and whimper. Finally he musters enough breath to angrily mutter,
"You fuckin' bastard!"
Máquina just laughs before he hauls the Masked Twink back up to his feet, after which he proceeds to trap him in an headlock from behind strangling the Twink mercilessly until he starts to turn blue in the face.
"Are you going to surrender that culo to me, Fuck-Boi?! Or am I going to have to squeeze your head off and take it for myself?" the luchador threatens with a smile.
"Fuck you, you sweaty bitch!" MT says between his gasping breaths.
"You're just a sucker for punishment, aren't you, puta?" Joder laughs.
Joder releases the Masked Twink only to throw him down onto the mat with a WHAM! Joder then immediately lifts MT up so he's seated upon the mat. The poor boy can barely sit up though for his head is literally spinning from all the trauma, but for all the pain MT has experienced tonight, his misery is FAR from over. The cocky luchador captures the Masked Twink in a seated surfboard with both arms stretched way back behind him as the luchador's knee presses hard against the young twink's spine. MT can feel Joder's mighty knee compressing his fragile shoulder blades. The immense pressure renders the Masked Twink breathless. He feels as though his arms are about to be torn off and his ribs might very well snap as Joder continues to pull back harder and harder on his limbs. MT tries to yell, but he has not the breath to make such sounds. Instead all he can do is produce a low volume gasping whine. The pitiful noise makes Joder Máquina chuckle the most hearty and vile of chuckles.
"You gonna let me in dat ass, chico?!"
Although barely able to breathe, MT still manages to voice his defiance,
"Go Fuck Yourself, Pancho!"
"I was hoping you'd say that, little man!" Joder says with a smile.
The great Latino wrestler pulls even harder back on MT's arms causing the Masked Twink to cry out with an ear-splitting scream.
"Scream For Me, Ese! Let everyone hear how big of a bitch you are!"
Suddenly without warning the luchador releases the Masked Twink from his inescapable hold, but MT quickly realizes that it was only to taunt him. The luchador grabs the Masked Twink by the back of his head, turns him around, and shoves his face deep into his enormous Latin bulge. MT is overwhelmed by the pungent odor of man-stank and ball sweat.
The Masked Twink struggles to get free, but he has not the strength and there he remains with his face planted deep in the Mexican wrestler's balls until finally Joder releases him, throwing him to the side like a piece of trash. Afterward, Joder just stands there for a moment admiring his work as the Masked Twink lies on the mat panting like a dying man desperately trying to catch his breath. In MT's head he says to himself,
"Damn, this bitch is kicking my ass! If I don't do something he's gonna kill me and use my dead body like a blow-up doll!"
Desperate to turn the tides, the Masked Twink struggles to his feet as Joder just stands there watching him. With his hands on his hips, the luchador laughs and says,
"You ready for more, puta?!"
To this MT turns and charges at Joder slamming his shoulder into his abdomen crying,
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, COCK-SUCKER!!"
Sadly, despite all his strength, MT's attack barely phases the massive bulk of a man. The luchador merely responds by slamming his fists down onto the small of MT's back knocking him down onto the mat.
"Fuck You!! What the hell are you made of?! Titanium?!" MT whimpers both out of pain and exhaustion.
With the most sadistic of smiles, Joder Máquina lifts the Masked Twink off the mat by the straps of his singlet, and tosses him back down onto his ass. Then before MT can blink, Joder is on top of him pinning him in a schoolboy pin. This frightens MT immensely for he fears taking a direct hit to the face from one of the wrestler's gorilla-sized fists, but instead of killing the Twink with one fatal punch Joder Máquina entertains himself by humiliating the Masked Twink; playfully slapping him across the face. MT can't help but tear up from the stinging pain overwhelming his cheeks. To only make matters more embarrassing Joder takes a moment to pause in-between slapping to lustfully lick the Twink's face making him groan and whine with disgust. After pinning him to the mat and slapping the shit out of him for several minutes, the luchador takes MT over to the edge of the ring and ties his arms up in the ropes. MT cannot muster the strength to fight back. His brains are still rattling from that vicious assault to his head. Joder smiles as he looks down at the helpless model, completely bound and vulnerable. His sinister grin only grows as he reaches down with both hands and rips MT's singlet apart leaving him wearing only his shoes and a plain white jockstrap, but it is soon only to be his shoes for the luchador quickly tears the jockstrap off too releasing the Twink's genitals from their cotton bondage.
Apparently getting the crap beat out of him is a major turn-on for MT as he is already somewhat erect. A fact that Joder Máquina does not let go to waste. Struggle though MT may he can do nothing to stop the Latino Goliath from aggressively sucking away at his throbbing meat pole.
"Get the fuck off me! STOP IT!!" MT yells, but the luchador only laughs in response.
"What's a matter, Fuck-Boi?! You act like you don't like this. Perhaps you'd like this better!" the luchador says as he shoves three of his massive fingers deep inside of the Twink's tight anus.
"NO!! Get out of me, you bitch!" MT cries.
"Not a chance, ese! Just be glad I'm loosening you up 'cause the next thing is gonna be my anaconda!"
MT moans and whimpers pitifully as the luchador continues prodding his ass with his thick fingers. Occasionally, Joder takes the fingers out to wet them in his mouth. A sickening feeling washes over the Twink as he watches the big lug lap and suck on his fingers savoring the taste of the masked boy's sweaty ass. After awhile though Joder turns his attention away from MT's ass and directs it toward his lips.
"Give me a kiss, chico! Those little lips of yours have just been begging for this all night."
MT can do nothing to resist the lustful luchador as he forces his big wet tongue deep inside his mouth all the way toward the back of his throat. Joder's tongue reaches so far back until the Twink practically chokes on it multiple times as it teases his uvula. For several minutes does this non-consensual make-out take place before MT forcefully pulls away and cries,
"No, stop! Please! Whatever you're being paid, I'll double it!"
"No way, man! What I'm taking right now is way better than money! As far as I'm concerned the dinero is just a bonus. Now shut up and let me tap that ass!" says Joder with a perverted grin.
The killer luchador then stands to his feet and removes his sweat-drenched speedo letting his monster pene flop loose like a great dangling serpent. The massive length and girth of his one-eyed python causes MT's eyes to widened in stupefied disbelief.
"FUCK NO!!" MT cries shaking his head in horror as he stares at the wrestler's gargantuan penis.
"Take it like a man, chico! This right here is how you die!"
"Please, No! That thing will rip me apart!" MT pleads.
"That's fine then! I'll just choke you with it instead." Máquina says and then proceeds to shove his monstrous cock deep down the Twink's throat.
Joder laughs as he forces MT's head down upon his dick. He makes the helpless masked boy take it all the way down to the base. The girth is just too much for MT. It makes him cough and drool profusely as his eyes water and turn red.
"I'm being awful nice to you, chico. The way I see it I'll choke you with my dick 'til you black out, and THEN I'll fuck your knocked-out ass up the ass until I split you down the middle! No matter how much you fight it I'm gonna kill you with my dick, bitch!"
In a ditch effort to end the torment, the Masked Twink tries to bite down on Joder's bulky schlong, but his massive meat rod just has too much mass, and only holds open MT's jaws. He can't get enough force behind his bite to deal any significant damage.
"What's wrong, Fuck-Boi! Did you bite off more than you could chew? Ha! Ha!" Joder maliciously taunts.
Fortunately for the Twink all his struggling finally pays off as he manages to free one of his arms and with his hand at last free he promptly socks Joder Máquina right in his balls. This causes Joder to pull back and fall to his knees. Quickly, the Masked Twink manages to free his other arm and rises to his feet. With Joder still distracted by the pain in his nuts, MT is able to knock him down to the mat with a kick to the face. Now that his opponent is face-down on the mat, the Masked Twink seizes the upperhand. He plants his foot down onto Joder's right shoulder and captures the behemoth in a standing armlock, twisting his wrist and pulling up on his arm to restrain his attacker.
"Now are you gonna tell me who you're working for, or am I going to have to pull your arm out of socket, Santana!"
But much to MT's surprise, Joder's arm suddenly pops free from its socket, and it's then that the Masked Twink quickly comes to a horrifying conclusion.
"Oh My Gawd! You're A Robot!!"
Joder Máquina stands to his feet and laughs an evil laugh. He picks up his arm and re-attaches it to his body as he explains,
"Wrong again, amigo! I'm a Fuck-Bot! The good doctor, Yoko Chen, designed me for the sole purpose of tracking you down and FUCKING YOU TO DEATH! Hope you like cold steel, ese! 'Cause you're about to take a full 13 inches right up your ass! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
As the robot luchador laughs the pupils of his eyes light up gleaming a fiery red. Then in a truly terrifying display, the mechanized assassin begins tearing off his own synthetic flesh, a substance designed to appear so lifelike that it even secretes sweat and body odor to complete the illusion. With most of the flesh gone what remains is a solid steel endoskeleton with a huge telescopic vibrator for a penis. Synthetic blood and shreds of tissue hang off the galvanized monstrosity giving the already horrifying creature an added aire of mind-numbing terror.
"SHIT!!!" MT cries as the murderous machine begins lumbering toward him.
The Masked Twink turns and tries to make a run for it, but this proves to be a mistake for in a split-second the killer robot tackles him to the mat, and now the machine has full unhindered access to the Twink's bareback posterior. Before MT can even begin to struggle he feels the cold steel of the android's hydraulic cylinder plunge right up the crack of his ass. The robot shoves its metal rod all the way up MT's anus taking it to the base. The great girth of the pipe starts to rip the Twink's ass-crack less than halfway in causing the masked boy to cry out like a bitch.
"GOD NO!! AAAAUUUUGGGHHHH!!!!!"
The sensation is unbearable! It literally feels like a cold metal pole is being shoved up his ass...because that's exactly what it is. MT screams like a bitch as the robot's galvanized penis plunges deeper and deeper into his rectum. No matter how hard MT squirms and struggles he cannot escape the metal man's big metal cock as it continues to plow his ass with spine-chilling force. To only further add to the pain MT feels, the cybernetic cock is also equipped with a thermal generator. The longer the android violates the Twink's anus with its deadly dildo the hotter the cylinder becomes. Before long MT can feel the heat from the metal burning the walls of his anal cavity. The Masked Twink's screams become blood-curdling wails of excruciating pain.
"The good doctor REALLY wanted you to know just how much she hates you. Guess this is what happens when you break a woman's heart. I imagine a few more seconds of this and your insides will melt like a wax candle and spill out your butthole the second I pull out. The doc will be glad to know you died screaming like a bitch. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" the android laughs with devilish glee.
"PLEASE STOP!! I'M BEGGING YOU!" the Twink whimpers with a high pitch squeal.
"Die like a man, man!" the machine says with a cold smirk.
It seems like all hope is lost for the Masked Twink. It looks like he's finally rode his last cock, but suddenly out of nowhere a green shuriken flies through the air into the ring and strikes the robotic rapist across the back of the neck.
"Da fuck was that!" exclaims the Fuck-Bot rubbing its neck.
The robot turns its head to see a green ninja somersault into the ring. The ninja wears a jade-green karategi with jet-black spandex pants and boots. Beneath his gi the warrior wears a black fishnet tank top. His arms are bare except for a pair of green bladed elbow pads and green fighting gloves to protect his hands during combat. His face is hidden behind a green balaclava. Only his eyes, nose, and mouth are exposed. The mask conceals all else...even his neck.
"Take your robo-dick out of that slut!" the ninja cries pointing a finger at the android.
"Who the fuck are you, hombre?" asks Joder with a curious grin.
"The name is Mantis! And I won't tell you again, you metal abomination! Drop the man-whore!" Mantis says unsheathing a pair of serrated blades.
Mantis, the elusive nomadic superhero, knew the Masked Twink well...some might even say too well, in fact. A shared secret between the two of them is that he's one of only two people that MT has willingly told his secret identity while the rest of the world knows him only as "The Masked Twink". They were lovers back during a time not too long ago. Mantis had rescued MT from a prior peril (not too unlike this one) but the real danger didn't start until after the bad guys had been defeated, for the Twink's insatiable appetite for sex proved to be far too much for their relationship. After MT had tired of Mantis and his dogmatic obsession with fighting crime, he began to sleep around; returning to his hedonistic ways. It wasn't long before Mantis found out. The young hero grew jealous and attacked MT and his lovers out of spite before realizing he had allowed his jealousy to turn him into the thing he hated most...a villain. After that, he broke up with the Masked Twink and left to continue fighting crime elsewhere swearing never to speak to his former boyfriend again, but here he is now! Against all odds, the Mantis has returned to save the man he once loved!
The gruesome robot laughs aloud at the puny hero standing before him. He pulls out of MT letting the masked boy flop down onto the mat with a THUMP! The cocky twink is not dead though he lays seemingly lifeless. In a barely audible tone, the Masked Twink manages to mumble one word, "Mantis" before slipping into unconsciousness. The killer Fuck-Bot turns and slowly approaches the ninja with a perverse mechanical smile.
"Come here, bug-man! Let me plug you with my red-hot fun-stick." Joder says with his steel cock blazing a bright crimson red.
Mantis however is not phased by the towering Tin Man, and jokingly responds,
"No thanks. I prefer to be on top."
With that Mantis leaps up, somersaulting through the air, over the android's head, and lands on the opposite side of his opponent. When the robot turns to confront him, Mantis strikes the bot across the face with one of his blades. The blow knocks Joder's head back, and in that split-second of distraction Mantis spins around with great speed and force and strikes the robot's steel cock with his other blade slicing it clean off. The red-hot rod falls to the mat scorching the canvas as it rolls to a stop.
"AAAAUUUGGGHHHH!!!!" the killer machine roars.
Although it is unlikely that the soulless robot truly felt any pain, it is nonetheless angered by the loss of its precious member. Enraged, Joder Máquina rushes at Mantis swinging his mighty fists left and right, but Mantis is quick with his ninja reflexes, and dodges every punch. Mantis then counters Joder's attack slashing at the robot with his blades, but the steel of the android's arms is thicker than its severed cock, and before long Joder is able to disarm Mantis, knocking the blades from his hands with a great swing of his powerful arms. With no weapon in hand, Mantis flips back out of arms' reach as the robot tries to capture him in a deathly bearhug. Mantis flips backward and lands like an acrobat atop the padded turnbuckle at the corner of the ring. Like Spider-Man, he perches atop that turnbuckle before leaping off somersaulting through the air once more. With a spinning kick, the ninja knocks the robot back sending it stumbling. Mantis tries to follow up his previous attack with another powerful kick, but this time Joder is quick enough to match his speed, and catches the ninja by the leg.
Clenching his metal fist tight, Joder Máquina socks Mantis square in the balls sending all the air rushing out of the his lungs as he buckles over in pain. The android then flings Mantis across the mat sending him flying into the ropes at the other end of the ring. Winded from the pain in his balls and gut, Mantis' guard is lowered allowing Joder to seize him from behind, capturing him in a back-breaking half-nelson. Mantis struggles to try and squirm free, but before he can the terrible robot reaches down and grabs a firm handful of the hero's family jewels.
"Cut off my dick, huh?! I'll Pop Your Fuckin' Nuts, You Kung-Fu Queer!!" Joder growls with a vengeful sneer.
The android starts to squeeze with its terrible vise-like grip. In a matter of seconds, Mantis' balls reach the threshold of their limits. The pain is excruciating. The ninja hero wails in pain as his testicles near the breaking point. With only seconds left to save his sack from becoming a pair of squashed grapes, Mantis grabs a spare knife from his utility belt and frantically stabs back over his head. His aim is true for the blade finds its mark, lodging itself deep inside the android's mechanical eye. Once inside the robot's brain, the metal from the knife reacts violently with Joder's internal circuitry, causing his computer brain to short-circuit. The killer Fuck-Bot instantly goes offline and falls back onto the mat leaving Mantis to fall to his knees grasping his sack as he pants heavily. After several minutes of moaning, Mantis finally manages to stand to his feet. He turns and looks at the disabled robot as it lay lifeless on the mat. With his hand still holding his crotch he half-heartedly mutters,
"The fuckin' things I do for love."
Many hours later, the Masked Twink awakes to find himself laying in a hospital bed. He is heavily medicated and in severe pain, but is otherwise in stable condition. After a moment or two, MT looks around to see the sight of a tall blonde-haired man with piercing blue eyes. It is his former lover, Milo Barnett (Mantis's secret identity), standing by his bedside. The young hero had rescued him from grave peril yet again and immediately rushed him to the nearest hospital.
"How are you feeling?" Milo asks.
"Like total shit." MT meekly replies. "I feel like I almost died."
"You almost did, but the doctors were able to save you. It was dicey there for a bit, but they say you'll pull through...you won't be back in action anytime soon though, so you'd best clear your social calendar." jokes Milo.
MT laughs a bit and smiles.
"I'll get right on it."
A momentary pause gives way to a solemn look before MT opens his mouth to speak again.
"Thanks for saving me, Milo. I know we've had are differences in the past, but..."
"Forget it." Milo interrupts. "I'd like to say I was just doing my duty, but...I guess I've still got feelings for you."
A moment of deep emotional silence passes as the two men stare at each other in quiet reflection. After the moment has passed, Milo starts walking toward the door. Before he leaves he turns back to MT and says,
"Don't let your guard down. Once Dr. Yoko realizes her assassin has failed she will try again. For the sake of your ass, stay alert."
"Will you stay?" the Twink asks.
"For a while...I'll be watching." Milo answers.
Milo starts to walk out, but stops again to look back in on the Twink. The medication has caused him to drop off back to sleep. As MT lays there unconscious, Milo walks in and looks him over. A tear rolls down his cheek and in a heated moment of passion, the hero leans in and kisses MT on the lips before whispering in his ear,
"Sweet dreams, Greg."
