Wrestling Revenge
As promised, here’s a commission I finished last week that I was kindly allowed to share. This is the story of a beefy ex-wrestler called Theo who gets called to participate in a re-match with a guy he fought at High School. As you’d expect, things don’t go as planned . . . I hope you all enjoy this one-off and feedback is welcome, as always!
Theodore Walsh was a tank. There was no other way to describe him. Since his wrestling days at high school and college, Theo had only gotten bigger and to say he was intimidating was an understatement.
At 6’3, he had huge shoulders, a massive furry barrelled chest, thick arms, and thighs like tree trunks. His chest was a little softer than it had been at college and his stomach was definitely a bit fuller than his wrestling days, but his arms and legs were still thick, solid muscle.
Theo had a thick jaw to match the rest of his body, which looked even bigger behind his auburn beard. His hair was buzzed on the sides and the top was a mess of auburn curls.
As he lounged on the sofa one Thursday morning, Theo got a text.
You probably don’t remember me, but we were at high school together. I wondered if you still wrestled and if you’d be up for a rematch? There’s a charity thing at a bar in the city on Saturday night and I’ve signed us up . . . just in case. Let me know! Miguel
Another message immediately followed with details of time and location.
Theo scratched his furry chest as he tried to remember who the hell Miguel was. He’d fought more guys in high school and college than he could count, and he’d never lost a match. It was more than likely that someone he’d defeated in a match wanted another shot. It had certainly happened before.
Granted, Theo hadn’t wrestled for a couple of years, but he was more than eager to pull his college wrestling suit out of retirement and give the guy a rematch.
I’m down! Game on bud!
Theo put his phone down and scratched his balls, which immediately made his cock pulse. He’d been taking part in No Nut November, and it was the 27th. He’d never been so horny in his life and was getting hard at the slightest thought or touch.
But he had other things to focus on. He had a match to prep for!
Thursday and Friday passed quickly and before Theo knew it, he was throwing his wrestling singlet into his bag and heading to the bar.
He had to admit that he was excited to wrestle again. It had been way too long since he’d humiliated a guy by pinning him in mere minutes and making him beg. Sure, he wasn’t in shape like he was college, but he was still insanely strong, and his mass alone would make pinning a guy to the mat incredibly easy.
After Theo had parked and headed down the street, he looked up to find a bar called “The Fire Hose”. The bar was a gay bar, which Theo wasn’t overly comfortable with but he’d definitely give the guys a show. He’d always found plenty of people screaming about how hot he was in his wrestling singlet. As much as he’d have preferred some hot girls in the audience, a match was a match.
“Ooo, I didn’t realise it was burly bear night,” the guy behind the bar said as Theo finally made his way to the front.
“I’m here for the wrestling match,’ Theo said with his rumbling voice.
The guy’s eyes lit up. ‘Oh, so you’re Theo! Go through that door at the end of the room and someone will show you where to change.”
Theo pushed his way through the tight knit crowd of sweaty guys, ignoring the odd grope of his bicep or his butt.
“You must be the wrestler guy.”
Theo turned around to come face to face with a heavily made-up drag queen with a massive blonde wig. “Woah!”
‘Oh honey, I get that a lot. I’m Miss Hose. You’re through here.”
Theo followed Miss Hose into a small room with a little desk that was covered in make-up and a vanity mirror. There was a tiny sink, an old-fashioned screen and bottle of vodka and that was it.
“So, I just change here?’ Theo asked.
Miss Hose laughed. “It’s not the Plaza, but what do you expect in a dive bar like this. Change here and I’ll introduce the match in ten.”
Theo stepped behind the screen, dropped his bag, and pulled off his sweater to reveal his thick furry chest and his massive arms. “Are you trying to watch?”
“You can’t blame a girl for wanting to see the view! Feel free to keep going whilst I finish my mug.”
Theo shrugged and kicked off his trainers, before glancing behind him to make sure Miss Hose was occupied before he undid his belt and pushed his jeans to ankles.
“So, what exactly did you do to Miguel to warrant this wrestling match?”
“I don’t remember who Miguel is. I just like to wrestle.”
Miss Hose howled with laughter. “Hold up! You’ve come to a gay bar to take part in a wrestling match with a guy you don’t even remember? Do you even know what Miguel looks like?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Theo grunted as he yanked on a very snug jockstrap that had seen better days. The straps dug sharply into his furry cheeks and the pouch felt like a prison. Even adjusting his bulge felt like masturbating after so long and he immediately let go when he felt himself chub up.
Theo ignored Miss Hose as she kept talking. He grabbed his singlet and stepped into the old faithful, shiny red lycra. It seemed like only yesterday that he was pulling it on for his senior year championship match, but aside from the years that had passed, there was another significant difference.
The singlet didn’t come close to fitting like it used to.
The seams around his thighs were stretched to the limits and he barely managed to get the singlet over his bubble butt, not to mention over his gut before finally stretching the straps on to his shoulders, which were significantly more muscled than they were at college.
Theo pushed his feet into his trainers and was very conscious of how the singlet was riding up his butt. He stepped out from behind the screen and was stunned to see just how tight the singlet was in the mirror.
“Well slip me a pill, slap me around and call me Betty! Are you sure you wanna wear that in a gay bar sugar?”
Theo gulped as he saw the thin lycra stretched ridiculously tight across his bulky body. “I guess so. I wanna wrestle, so . . .”
‘Okay but be warned – you will get mobbed looking like that.”
Theo tilted his head to the side like a big, confused puppy. “Why?”
The drag queen laughed and shook her head. “You’ll see! Wait here and I’ll call you out.”
Theo nodded and once he was alone, he tried to pull the lycra free from his furry butt crack. He stretched out his arms and his legs as he waited to be called and after a few minutes, he heard Miss Hose’s voice over a microphone.
“And our competitor for tonight . . . give a Fire Hose welcome to . . . THEO!”
Theo pushed open the door and was met with the sight of hundreds of guys packed together. They cheered and wolf whistled as he pushed his way through the crowd towards a spotlight and the drag queen. He felt people touch his arms, his chest and even his butt. Theo wasn’t fazed by that sort of attention, but given his horny state, it certainly wasn’t helping him keep his attention off of his dick.
It was as he got into the open space with a wrestling mat that he saw the guy that must be Miguel. He was absolutely huge! A tower of thick muscle and handsome features in a black singlet. He was taller than Theo by a good 4 inches and was probably wider in the shoulders, not to mention much trimmer in the waist.
As hard as he tried, Theo couldn’t ever remember wrestling Miguel. He’d have definitely remembered a match with someone so much bigger than him.
“Competitors to the mat,” Miss Hose yelled into the mic. “Take the neutral position.”
“Hey Miguel,” Theo said as he took his position.
Miguel raised his eyebrows. “You don’t remember me at all, do you?”
Theo shook his head. ‘Sorry man. I don’t. I wrestled a lot of guys in high school and college.”
“How many of those guys did you leave sobbing on the mat after you ripped their singlets off and exposed their tighty whities to the whole school?”
Theo had a sudden flashback to senior year at high school. A tall, lanky junior had been his opponent and he wanted to show the idiot why he was the best. He’d destroyed the kid before ripping his singlet open and walking off. He hadn’t paid attention to what he was wearing until he’d seen the pics online after.
“But you were so skinny and that was high school,’ Theo rumbled dumbly.
“I’m not now. Game on!”
Theo suddenly realised what a bad idea this match was. Miguel could destroy him in seconds. What had he been thinking just turning up to a random fight?
Miss Hose blew a whistle and Miguel immediately slammed into him; their shoulders locked together.
“Is the see-through singlet intentional?” Miguel whispered in his ear.
Theo looked down and was shocked to see that the bright lights on the mat had made his threadbare singlet practically transparent. He could see the fur on his stomach, not to mention the straps of his jock.
Before Theo could open his mouth to respond, Miguel spun to the side and wrapped one of his huge muscular arms around Theo’s thick neck putting him in a head lock.
“I really hope that jock’s clean,’ Miguel said into his ear as people whistled and cheered.
Theo didn’t have a chance to ask Miguel why when he felt Miguel’s free hand suddenly grab the back of his singlet and pull. The overstretched material took barely any additional strain to rip and within seconds, the lycra split down Theo’s back, stopping just below the waistband of his jock so that his furry crack was on show.
“Wait! What are you doing?” Theo yelped trying to break the head lock.
Miguel released the head lock and shoved Theo backwards on to the mat. Theo felt his singlet rip further as his cheeks connected with the mat.
In his seated position, Theo was suddenly conscious that the exposure and the adrenaline were having a completely undesired effect on his dick, which was starting to harden in his worn jock.
“Check out that hairy butt!”
“Yas Daddy!”
“Take it all off stud!”
The yells weren’t helping Theo’s dick and his lack of attention meant that Miguel had no problem coming behind him and putting him into a rear chin lock that made him yelp.
As Theo tried to get Miguel off of him, his cock reached full mast and he shifted even more on the mat. The jock was tight before and it was nearly unbearable now.
With Theo distracted, Miguel released one of his hands to rip the front of Theo’s singlet which tore down the chest and stomach like a hot knife through butter.
“Dude! Lay off the singlet!” Theo yelled.
Aside from it being his favourite college singlet, Theo was now very conscious that his bulging jock would be even more on show.
Miguel laughed. “Dude, are you getting off on this?”
“No! I don’t do guys. I just . . . I’ve been doing No-Nut November and I’m really . . .”
Miguel laughed even harder and released the chin lock. “Oh, this just got even better!”
Theo jumped to his feet ready to defend himself and preserve some dignity, but as he stood to his full height, the remains of his singlet floated to the floor, leaving him stood in nothing but his sweaty jock and his trainers and socks.
The cheers were deafening as Miguel bounced behind Theo and clamped his arms around his torso. The rear bear hug hurt like hell, but what was worse was that Theo’s front was completely exposed to the bar. His cock was now pulsing inside the tight jock, and he could feel the head pressing against the waistband trying to lengthen out.
“I think we need a little more exposure,” Miguel yelled behind him.
“No, wait, please,” Theo whimpered as he tried to shake Miguel off.
Miguel released one hand, grabbed the waistband of Theo’s jock and yanked it as hard as he could. The old elastic snapped with a loud twang and came free in Miguel’s hand.
Theo’s cock sprang free and slapped against his gut, the head shiny with precum.
The guys in the bar went crazy seeing the two hulks fighting and now that one of them was butt naked, they could barely contain themselves.
Theo was in a frenzy. He’d never been owned on the mat by anyone, and as if that wasn’t humiliating enough, he was naked and his cock was ready to explode.
“Miguel, let me go now bud. You win alright,’ Theo begged.
“No chance. This is way too much fun. You might not be into guys, but I am.”
Theo wriggled even harder, but Miguel slammed him forward on to the mat, his dick driving against the rubber. Miguel sat on his back and locked his thighs so that Theo couldn’t move his arms.
Precum leaked from Theo’s dick on to the mat and he couldn’t stop himself from grinding his dick against it as he tried to get free from Miguel. Unfortunately, after nearly a month of not jerking off, Theo was in ecstasy and was moaning against the mat as his cock slid back and forth.
“Fuck dude, are you humping the mat?” Miguel asked as he felt Theo bucking.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck!”
Theo couldn’t control himself as he felt his balls tighten and the best orgasm of his life exploded out of him. Miguel jumped off of him and spun Theo over just in time for the first shot of cum to land on his furry chest.
The crowd screamed and laughed as Theo painted his chest, chin, and stomach in cum.
“Well boys, I think everyone is a winner tonight. Give it up for Miguel and our explosive guest, Theo!”
Theo barely heard what the drag queen said as he climbed to his feet and pushed his way to the dressing room. Cum was drying all over his body as guys groped and stroked him, but all Theo could think about was how he wanted it to happen all over again.
