One and You Are Done
Chapter 3: Charley Who?
By Tallnhairy
tallnmuscledone@yahoo.com
A blinding light woke me from a deep slumber and reality struck me quickly. I continued to be held captive by a truck driving brute. He was huge, spoke little and had a sinister look that spoke volumes. Apparently my ribs had been bandaged after our last match. Since my time was fully in the dark unless he was present, I had lost all track of time. I shook my head and attempted to clear it. Then, he appeared from nowhere again. I really need to figure out how he enters the trailer as that is my only hope of freedom. Either he didn't change clothes from yesterday or this is the second match in one day.
I look up at the hulking man in front of me and see the name Brute on the shirt he is wearing. He has never used a name with me or asked me for his. As quickly as I see it, he is stripping down and motions for me to do the same. My eyes finally adjust to the bright lights and I choose the jock today. He steps into the ring wearing a poser. As if he wasn't huge to begin with, the size of that poser accentuates all of his muscle, that thick hairy muscle. I find myself staring....
"Hey, little man. You seem to really like what you are looking at. I really do think you are enjoying this agreement we have."
"No, I'm not enjoying it," I reply weakly. "But you do have an amazingly strong and masculine build."
"Well, it isn't for show and tell. It's keeping people like you in your place. How are the ribs?", he chuckles.
"They are ok. Thank you for taping them up."
"I'm making sure you provide me entertainment for the coming days. You are a stronger dude than I anticipated and feisty too. Need to keep working off that energy of yours. Let's go."
And with that, we enter the ring. I go first with his eyes boring into my back. I feel the ring sag a bit as he steps in and we meet up in the middle. We are standing toe to toe, although I have to look up to see his eyes. That is really unusual for me.
I lift up my arms to lock up and WHAM!! He drops to a knee and pummels my left quad with viscious punches. One after another. I'm not sure what he is thinking with this very usual move until I feel the charley horse form and my leg buckles. Dropping me to the left knee. I try to catch myself and put all my weight on the right, but he starts in on that one too. In minutes, I'm literally not able to stand.
"What the hell is that?" I screamed at him.
"I didn't like the power of your legs last time, so I'm immobilizing them. You are lucky I didn't want to break one or both of them." He laughed a deep, slow laugh and that evil grin filled his bearded face.
With me now on the mat, with useless legs, he decides to have some fun with me. First, he swings behind me and locks those HUGE arms around mine for a full nelson. At first, I can handle the pressure and reach back to work the fingers. As I do, he pulls me up from the mat, swings me in the air and increases the pressure so my chin is nearly touching my chest. I writhe in pain as the ribs are now reminding me of their injury. He bounces me and swings me and then drops me solidly on the mat. WHAM. I try to inhale, stretching my arms and trying out my legs again.
"Not your best work today, little man."
He grabs me by the head and slams it between his massive thighs. I feel the increasing pressure on my skull and can feel my pulse in my head. He continues to increase the pressure gradually, while adjusting my head in deeper. Finally, he positions me so my neck is between his legs. I can feel the blood rushing through his vascular legs and he slaps my ass. With that, he quickly snaps his legs together and I nearly pass out from the pain.
He reaches down and lifts me up, still squeezing my head in his massive thighs, but now wrapping those burly forearms across my abdomen. "Oh shit" I think to myself. Not again. He walks to the ringpost with me in this position, my head now ringing from being upside down so long. He leans into the ringpost with me between him and the steel, adding pressure to my entire body.
"I have to tell you, little man. These matches get me boned up something fierce. You are lucky I'm an honest man or worse things could be happening to you."
With that, he squeezed with and intensity I cannot describe. In seconds, i thought every bone in my body would be crushed between his squeeze and the pressure of 275 lbs up against the ring post. He leaned back from the post and I thought I was going to get a break. Wrong. WHAM! He slammed forward into the post while increasing the pressure and the darkness came again....