The Return Match

      Seven months had passed since Tom had left town to return to the North Country. During that time, Jake had graduated from high school and was now working part time at the local grocery store, in between going full time to the local community college. He continued to work out every day and his 5’9” frame now weighed in at almost 200 lbs of firm, solid, well defined muscle. His curly, blond hair and blue eyes, plus his silk, smooth body still made him the dream boy of many a girl and not a few of the guys. He often wrestled with some of his local buds and still was bothered that he had been so humiliated in his matches with Tom. And then the day came that Tom returned to town.

      One of Jake’s buds was the first to give him the news that Tom was back and then Tom appeared at the grocery store. Jake had just started to work when he heard his voice blast out “so the Wus is still around. Looks like he’s added a few muscles to his wimp body.” “Hey, boy, you ready to get your ass kicked again?” Jake turned to see Tom standing at the end of the fresh produce department where Jake was stacking the produce. Tom had also added muscle to his 6’7 frame and his 24” guns were even more solid than Jake had remembered. Jake tried to ignore him but Tom kept up his tirade. Finally, the manager came over and asked Tom to leave. “Hey, Wus, it’s okay if you’re afraid. Wouldn’t want the ladies to see you demolished again.” Jake wanted to take him on right then, but knew he couldn’t do anything to jeopardize his job. Tom left but soon was issuing his challenge all around town for Jake to meet him Friday night at the local high school arena. Jake’s friends tried to convince him to ignore Tom but Jake couldn’t and let it be known he’d be there.

      Friday night, Jake arrived at the gym arena to find it filled with a crowd of his friends as well as several dudes who apparently had come to town with Tom from the North Country. They were big men like Tom. He dressed into his blue Speedo which hugged his bubble butt and accented his silk, smooth chiseled muscle frame. As usual he would wrestle barefoot. As he made his way to the ring, many of the girls in the crowd made cat calls and tried to tap his butt. Jake soaked up the adulation and adjusted his package as he stretched and loosened up in his corner. Soon Tom appeared, dressed in logger boots and blue jeans. His bare, hairy pecs rippled as he made his way to the ring. As he got closer, he pointed to his guns making gestures of crushing Jake in them. The ref for the match gave both guys instructions and then pointed for the bell to ring to start the match. But before the bell could ring, Tom shouted out a challenge. “Hey Wus, if I win, you need to take on me or one of my friends next week, unless you are afraid.” “Fuck you,” Jake yelled, “Ain’t afraid of you or them.” Before the bell could ring, Tom came out quickly rushing toward Jake.

      Jake was ready and as Tom got closer, he side stepped him. As Tom went by, he delivered several hard savant kicks to the side of his head. Caught off guard, Tom staggered and soon Jake was on him with multiple kicks to Tom’s head and upper body. Tom hit the ropes and went to his knees. Jake moved in delivering hard kicks to the back of Tom’s head and arms smashes to the small of his back. Tom tried to get to his feet but Jake continued hammering his body with kicks and then Tom’s eyes rolled up into his head as he fell backwards to the mat. Jake was on him stomping his body with kicks and hard elbow drops to his upper chest. Knowing he needed to keep Tom on the ground, he grabbed his legs dragging him to the middle of the ring where he applied a hard, solid figure fig 4 leg lock. Tom’s screams could be heard all over the ring as Jake rocked back and forth adding pressure to the hold. Tom pounded his arms against the mats as Jake rocked back and forth. He tried reaching up to grab at Jake but each time he did, Jake only rocked harder forcing Tom back to the mat screaming in pain. Tom finally was able to reach the ropes, forcing the ref to order Jake to release the hold. Jake was quick and up on his feet pounding on Tom, not giving him a chance to get up. He grabbed his legs and again dragged him to the center of the ring.

      He then reached down and grabbed Tom’s right foot applying a hard ankle lock. Again, Tom’s screams could be heard all throughout the gym. Putting his foot on Tom’s left leg, he kept Tom was moving as he increased the pressure of the ankle lock. “I’m going to break your fucking ankle if you don’t submit,” yelled Jake. Tom responded “Fuck you” as he pounded the mat screaming in pain. He refused to submit and slowly forced his body near enough to the ropes where again the ref ordered Jake to release the hold. Jake moved fast releasing the hold and again grabbing Tom’s legs pulled him to the center of the ring where this time, he applied one of his pet holds, the fig 4 headlock. Tom’s arms flailed as Jake flexed his chiseled thigh muscles, as he tightened the lock, cutting off Tom’s air. His buddies got up and started to make threats at Jake, but Jake ignored them as he increased the pressure of the headlock. Tom’s face was red as he gasped for air and he knew he had to break out soon or he would pass out. He moved his body enough where his legs were able to grab the ropes forcing the ref to order Jake to release the hold. Jake was frustrated and slapped the mat as he got up. He moved in on Tom but this time was met by a hard fist to his package. He screamed as he went to the mat, rolling around holding his crotch. Meanwhile, Tom got up slowly shaking his head as he tried to get his senses back. He slowly moved toward Jake and delivered several hard boot stomps to Jake’s body. He then grabbed Jake’s legs and spreading them apart came down with a hard knee drop to Jake’s crotch. Jake screamed as he rolled around holding his package and gasping for air. Tom leaned against the ropes getting his focus back and then moved toward Jake. “You are dead meat asshole and I am going to make you pay.” As he got to Jake, he reached down and ripped off his Speedo and jock. Then he pulled the young naked stud up by his blond hair and jerked him slowly up onto his shoulders in a torture rack.

      He slowly moved around the ring bouncing Jake up and down on his shoulders. Jake screamed as his body was bent in half. At one point Tom bent him so that his head and feet were almost meeting. Jake’s arms flailed as he tried to pry at Tom’s hands on his chin, but each time he did, Tom bounced him up and down harder. Tom then moved his hands across his mouth so that Jake would not be able to submit as he stomped around the ring showing off the young, naked, muscled stud to all Jake’s friends. He then stopped in front of the dudes who had come with him from the North Country. “How’s he look guys,” he asked, as he started to do squats with Jake held tight in the torture rack. Jake’s body began to go limp as the pain saturated his body. Tom moved to the center of the ring as he violently bounced the young stud up and down several more times before he finally dropped him to the mat. He laughed at the heap of muscle lying in front of him. “You ain’t shit asshole.” Slowly he pulled Jake up by his hair.

      Jake staggered as Tom pulled him to his feet. Tom slowly bent down and wrapping his arms around Jake’s waist, he jerked him up high and tight into his massive bearhug. Head high over Tom’s shoulders, Jake screamed as he felt the python arms lock around his waist. He pounded Tom’s back trying to break free but Tom ignored his blows as if they were nothing. He shook Jake back and forth as he crushed him into his massive chest. As Tom walked around the ring showing off his victim, Jake tried to push back on his chin but Tom only flexed his huge guns and increased the pressure of his hug. He own cock swelled as he felt Jake’s cock being crushed into his pecs. Head tossed back, arms flailing, Jake screamed as Tom slowly and sadistically squeezed him tighter and tighter into his massive chest and arms. At one point, it seemed like Jake’s body had been completely swallowed up by Tom’s. As he stomped around the ring, he shook Jake back and forth in his hug like he were a worn out rag doll. Stopping in front of the dudes from the North Country, he flexed his huge guns, his muscles rippling as he tightened his grip. He then moved to the middle of the ring and began to violently shake Jake back and forth as he crushed him into himself. Jake tried submitting but Tom kept on the squeeze. Soon Jake was completely limp, his head hanging over his right shoulder, his arms at his sides. The ref ordered the bell and Tom finally released the hold dropping the now passed out Jake to the mat. “Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” he screamed as he flexed his guns for everyone. “Tell your fucking BOY, that we’ll be here next week and to be ready. “Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” “None of you are shit.” Jake lay motionless as some of his friends came into the ring to take care of him. As he began to come around, some wondered if he really would face Tom and his friends next week?