Rusty: Raped in the Ring

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Rusty: Raped in the Ring

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Rusty's Predicaments: Raped in the Ring (Featuring anal, bondage, cbt, cfnm, cum-shot, forced cross-dressing, forced orgasm, m/m spanking, sph, verbal humiliation, and more)
By Turtle

1. Speedo-d

Russell "Rusty" Frevert was going to get his ass kicked. And that was okay.

It would be his first fight since that grade-school scuffle with Susie Pigtails (which he lost). But he wasn't stepping into some pit brawl, only a wrestling ring... where there were rules – rules that would save his bones and teeth, if not his pride. Since winning was out of the question, Rusty set his goal on at least giving a good show.

The seedy downtown gym smelled of moldy socks and was dimly lit. Lights were on over the ring, however, bathing it in a yellow glow. Rusty could see into the bleachers set up next to the ring and guessed at maybe two, three dozen spectators – though the way their chatter echoed made the crowd sound larger. Aside from the odd boyfriend or husband, and that one gay couple, the spectators were all women. Their age varied but from what Rusty could glimpse they were all classily dressed, as if this were an upscale-casual restaurant instead of an underground fight club.

In nothing but a powder-pink Lycra Speedo, Rusty couldn't remember ever feeling so exposed. The costume, such as it was, had been provided courtesy of management. All the newbies wore pink, he'd been told. Minutes earlier, Rusty had studied his Speedo-d self in a chipped locker-room mirror.

Those weeks of exercise had tightened that tummy and firmed up his limbs. Nothing like the threat of an imminent Speedo to get you in the campus weight room. Still, no one was going to mistake him for an athlete, and with his shaggy reddish-brown hair, boyish face, and mostly hairless chest, he could pass for a teen – a geeky one. The Speedo wasn't helping either. It hugged his flat butt and squeezed his package, leaving too little to the imagination.

And – oh shit – the bulge in his briefs was nothing compared to that of his opponent, who was parting the ropes and ducking into the ring, an ancient statue come to life. This giant – this colossus – stood at least a head over six feet, with chiseled abs and pectorals – coffee-colored skin hairless, smooth, and gleaming. And his package, it looked ready to tear out of that royal blue Speedo like the Hulk.

The butterflies in Rusty's stomach were multiplying. Dry-mouthed, he tried to swallow. He'd been told not to expect an even match-up, but this was ridiculous. Anyone could see it; the women sure could. Their whistles and laughter drifted across the ring as Rusty, hands trembling, climbed awkwardly in.

A pretty, raven-haired girl was serving as the ref. In her skimpy black-and-white costume and an impressive pair of knee-high wrestling boots, she explained the rules, (no punching, no kicking, the match ends with a forced orgasm) while Rusty asked himself how he ended up in this predicament.

One of the campus techies had peeked into Rusty's browsing habits while servicing his laptop. She'd been a regular at these fights and put Rusty in touch with the management, who were accepting new jobbers. Good as the money was, the notion of semi-public humiliation played into Rusty's secret fantasies and proved too tempting to resist.

Well, fantasy was about to become reality. The ref motioned for both combatants to approach. The giant sauntered over and briefly shook his opponent's hand. Rusty glanced up to see him smile cheerily and wink. Seems like a nice guy, thought Rusty, but at the chime of the bell, it was on.

Not having a clue how to wrestle, Rusty hunched over and sidled forward, arms spread, ready to grapple. A corner of his mind noticed how the Speedos had ridden up when he'd clambered into the ring. They'd creased up his crack to show off the contours of his buns – kind of annoying. Time for a quick adjustment?

Preoccupied as he was, he didn't make a move to check the giant, who strode across the canvas, arms swinging carelessly at his sides, teeth bared in an amused grin that would never entirely leave his face the whole match.

Rusty only glimpsed a coffee-colored blur before the giant tagged him with a slap across the face. While Rusty's ears were still ringing, the giant grabbed his arm and whipped him headlong toward the turnbuckle.

Woof! The wind rushed out of Rusty as he crashed into the padded post. Hugging the turnbuckle, he sucked in a breath, but what felt like that very second, a bear-sized paw clapped down on his head and clutched a handful of hair. Rusty gasped, then stiffened as a second hand grabbed his ass.

The pink Speedos bunched up in the giant's grip, drawing snug against Rusty's privates as the giant pulled him off the turnbuckle and trundled him toward the ropes. For an instant of helpless panic, Rusty thought the giant would throw him out of the ring. He flung up his hands as a shield and started to yell, but the giant only manhandled him into straddling the middle rope. Rusty was left to balance there awkwardly, the rough cable digging into his crotch, splitting his buns.

Grinning a bit wider, the giant gripped the rope in both hands and began to violently bounce it. Rusty's jaw dropped; his lips puckered into an "O," and his eyes popped wide as the heavy cord whipped his balls once, twice, again – and again. The spectators whooped and jeered.

As quick as he could find his wits, Rusty threw himself back onto the mat, landing awkwardly on all fours with his ass to the crowd. The Speedos were bunched up in his crack, baring his lily white, freckle-dotted cheeks – not hardly sexy, but the ladies gave a couple hoots and whistles.

With the dull ache ebbing from his balls, Rusty failed to notice a shadow fall across him, but he sure felt the Speedos dig into his chaffed crotch. Standing over Rusty, the giant had reached down and clutched his foe's briefs by the waistband. He straightened, stretching the waistband high as it could go. The leg-holes yawned into expanding ovals as the briefs became a thong. Rusty, his crack stuffed tight with Lycra, his undersized package squeezed flat, was practically mooning the crowd, much to their amusement.

This wasn't giving the giant much of a workout, so he decided to take things up a notch, show off his strength a little. He grabbed Rusty by the hair and forced him upright. The weakling was far too cowed to fight back. Still clutching the back of Rusty's Speedos, the giant took his free hand and likewise gripped the front. As he did so, a couple fingertips carelessly brushed Rusty's bulge, visibly startling the littler man. The crowd couldn't see it, but all this attention to his crotch, uncomfortable and embarrassing as it was, had brought Rusty's little cock fully erect – and damp at the tip.

So the giant had Rusty by the front and back of his cute pink Speedos. His muscles tensed, and with a heave, the giant lifted Rusty off the mat – hoisted his ass chest-high, while the littler man kicked empty air and let out a high-pitched, "Ah! Hah!" The giant let him down... and then hoisted him up again, and again – the third time bouncing the weakling in his briefs, all to raucous cheering from the crowd.

When the giant let him go, Rusty doubled over, sucking in air. The giant decided to give his opponent's balls a rest and instead bring a little color to that pasty white backside. He shot out a hand and caught Rusty by the arm. Dropping to a knee, the giant flopped Rusty belly-down over his broad thigh.

Rusty's stomach flipped as if he were on a roller-coaster. He knew what was coming. An electric mix of fear, submission, and excitement was shooting through his body.

The giant raised his open palm, big as a bear paw, and beamed at the crowd before swinging. The spank landed with a flabby smack and shot a jolt through Rusty that made him spasm. One stinging slap was followed by another in rapid-fire succession. Each left Rusty's buns jiggling, to his shame. He'd been blushing to his ears, but now his other cheeks were getting warm – and hot! By the time the giant brusquely rolled him onto the mat, Rusty was sure his butt must be pink as a raw steak, as it was.

Rusty lay on his back, trying to pluck a thought from the churning jumble in his brain. There was a small but noticeable damp spot on his briefs, right at the peak of the little tent pitched by his erection. Throughout the spanking, he was terrified of jizzing his Speedos – even if that was what the customers were ultimately paying to see.

Deep, thunderous laughter stamped out Rusty's thoughts. The giant had noticed his opponent's erection. Rusty grimaced, cursing the genes that had given him an undersized penis that still leaked like a teenager's on his first date. But then the giant was reaching for him, which cut short his bitterness.

2. Not Much to See

It was no trouble for the giant to haul Rusty up and then trap him in a reverse head-lock. Bent uncomfortably backwards, his pelvis jutting toward the crowd, Rusty couldn't see what the giant was doing. An icy bolt of panic stabbed him through the heart when he felt a rough hand pull out the front of his briefs.

The giant was making a show out of peering down into his opponent's Speedos. He frowned appraisingly, cocked his head – then, grinning, held up a pinky finger to laughter from the crowd. He gestured toward the littler man's crotch and shrugged, as if to ask, "Want to see?" The women answered back with cheers.

He released Rusty from the headlock, and grabbed his briefs by the waistband, while the smaller man wobbled. He didn't pull the briefs down, but instead curled his fingers around the waistband and violently wrenched. Stretched to its limit, the elastic snapped. With another heave, the giant tore into the pink Lycra and ripped the briefs right off his victim's ass. Laughing, he help up the shredded Speedos like a trophy.

Rusty felt short of breath, heart jack-hammering against his ribs. The last time he'd been so totally and publicly exposed had been that summer his sister had yanked down his swim trunks in front of her friends – but then he'd just ducked into the water until he could pull them up. Now there was no place to hide. He scrambled to cover his privates, but the giant wasn't going to let him off so easy.

With grace that belied his massive frame, the giant swooped in on Rusty from behind. He ducked low and slipped his head under Rusty's arm. Hooking a hand under each of Rusty's knees, the giant lifted him chest-high. Legs spread, Rusty's four-inch erection was on full-display. It poked from his untrimmed bush like a slick, mushroom-headed caterpillar, while his ball-sack swung below.

Several of the women let out mock-adoring "awws" amidst their jeers and laughter. "...So cute!" Rusty heard from the crowd.

Once he'd carried the helpless weakling back and forth in front of the crowd, the giant let Rusty drop – onto a raised knee. The crowd let out a collective "Ooh" as Rusty's sack flattened against the giant's rock-solid thigh, and the little wimp curled up on the mat. While he was rolling about, the giant threw a nod at the ref, whom Rusty had mentally dubbed "Raven." She took the cue with a nod of her own and slipped from the ring.

That done, the giant sauntered to Rusty and hauled him upright. He tried to cover himself, but, with a teeth-rattling backhand, the giant cancelled that idea. So Rusty stood there – hands at his sides, teeny dick at attention – while the giant casually peeled off his own royal blue Speedos to awed gasps and whoops from the ladies. Rusty couldn't help but sneak a look. Oh, come on! The giant's balls were smooth as the rest of him. Even flaccid, his manhood was twice the length of Rusty's. It just wasn't fair.

The giant stood hip-to-hip with Rusty – a side-by-side comparison. He reached down to fondle Rusty's cock-and-balls, flapping his childish pee-pee, while with his free hand, the giant hefted his own manly schlong. Rusty couldn't do anything but tremble with shame, unsure whether he wanted to cum, or piss. It was actually sort of a relief when the giant pulled the blue briefs over Rusty's head like a luchadore's mask. At least his burning face was covered.

What Rusty didn't realize, however, was that the match was reaching its end, and all this was just foreplay for the real humiliation to come.

3. In a Tight Spot

Raven the cute referee had slid back into the ring with a small duffel bag. She sashayed over to the wrestlers – swaying her tight little ass in those curve-hugging shorts. Stepping next to Rusty, she patted his pinkened behind before bending down to arch an eyebrow and smirk at his leaky dicklet.

The giant stepped in between them, backing Rusty against the ropes. Suddenly the giant slipped out of the ring. Rusty had half an instant to wonder at that on before a steely grip clamped around his ankle. Oof! He brought up his hand just in time to cushion his fall. A second brisk jerk sent him sprawling as the giant yanked him halfway out the ring.

Rusty raised his chin to see Raven crouched before him. She sat down on her butt, legs spread, pinning Rusty's outstretched arms beneath her thighs. Her crotch was only inches from his face, which would've been quite exciting – had his ass not been hanging off the stage, totally vulnerable to whatever the giant had planned. As if she'd read his mind, Raven fished around in the duffel and withdrew a tube of Vaseline. She waved this in front of Rusty before tossing it to the giant.

Rusty couldn't see it as the giant made a show of lubing up his thick middle finger, but a quiver shot through him at the touch of the giant's greasy fingertip against his anus. His mouth stretched into a pained wince as – bit by bit – the finger ploughed through his anus and up his hole, until the giant's knuckles sank into Rusty's soft cheeks. Precum squirted from Rusty's dick when the giant started curling the finger.

After a moment of working his finger around in Rusty's ass, the giant abruptly plucked it out, making the little wimp jerk. He gestured to Raven, who plucked the briefs off Rusty's head and flicked them to the giant to wipe his finger off on.

Newbie or not, Rusty wasn't so naive to believe that was the end of his anal humiliation. Oh no... what if the giant was going to rape him with that horse cock? Rusty's stomach clenched at the thought. Sure, he wasn't a complete anal virgin – that is, if occasionally fingering himself or shoving ice cubes in there counted – but there was no way that giant's manhood would fit, just no way.

Luckily (sort of) for the weakling, Raven reached into the bag and found a string of beads – five stainless steel balls that gleamed under the lights, each one slightly larger than the last, and the last nearly big as a ping-pong ball. Smiling wickedly, Raven dangled these in front of Rusty like a hypnotist's medallion before she passed them to the giant.

The giant raised his hand, keeping count on his fingers, along with the crowd, as he stuffed each bead through the sissy's hole. One, two – Rusty squirmed. Though he gritted his teeth, a low groan seeped through. Three... four – reluctantly, his anus opened to swallow the balls. Five – to the amusement of the crowd, Rusty couldn't help but wiggle his ass, the string dangling from it like a tail. His muscles clenched, desperate to expel the beads crowding his rectum. Beneath him, the mat was getting damp with the precum that smeared on his belly.

There was a ring at the end of the string. The giant hooked a finger through his, and gave it a brisk yank. Rusty arched his back and let fly an embarrassingly girlish squeal as all five beads popped out his ass. He sagged in relief – anus raw, rectum aching.

But the duffel held one more toy. Raven drew it out with a flourish – a vibrating bullet. It was made of pink translucent plastic – thick as the broad end of a carrot and covered with hard nubs; a foot of cord ending in a simple on / off switch extended from its base. After she handed off the bullet, Raven slide onto her belly so that she was practically nose-to-nose with Rusty.

He had a moment to admire her full lips – before the giant shoved home the bullet. Those lips of hers puckered and curled into an impish smile, as his own mouth contorted into pained grimaces. It took some force to get his sore anus to swallow the bullet. Those bumps chaffed his rectum as the giant pushed it in deep.

"You're going to love this," Raven promised, as the giant took the switch in hand, and –

Click – Rusty's ass suddenly bucked as if zapped by a cattle prod. He clenched shut his eyes, tears sprouting at the corners. His mouth opened wide and stretched into wavering "O" shapes while he let out almost orgasmic moans. Raven was bouncing, too – with delighted laughter.

With a click, the giant flipped the vibrator off, which left Rusty panting. The giant flopped Rusty back into the ring before vaulting in over the ropes. He hoisted his limp-limbed opponent and again saddled him on the middle rope. Rusty sagged into the cable, which slipped right between his buns – his balls spilling to either side.

Another click got the studded bullet a-buzzing and Rusty yowling. He arched his back, unconsciously grinding against the rope – which the giant began forcefully bouncing. Rusty's toes bobbed up and down, barely touching the mat, while tremors lit up his rectum – a double punishment that nearly finished him. Rusty bit his lip as a stream of clear ejaculate shot out his dick to wet the rope.

But the giant didn't want to get him off just yet. He pulled him onto the mat where Rusty sprawled onto his back. The giant flipped Rusty's legs over his head, so that his ass jutted at the ceiling and his stubby dick aimed down at his face.

The giant pinched Rusty's penis between his thumb and forefinger. All it took were maybe three seconds of brisk milking to push Rusty over the edge. The pressure in his balls was released in several spurts, raining sticky ejaculate down on his face and chest, amidst cheers from the crowd.

Rusty lay on the mat, a dead fish, though he looked up as Raven stepped past. She knelt down in front of the giant, who stood there, arms crossed imperiously. There wasn't so much as a flicker in his coolly satisfied expression when she lifted his cock to her mouth. She didn't take it all in, but rather caressed its shaft and head with long suckling kisses until it rose. Next, she slathered her palms with Vaseline and set to work lubing up the giant's cock with the same relish one might wax a Ferrari.

Satisfied, the giant shooed her away and approached his beaten opponent. Clutching him by the hair he hauled Rusty to his knees. Rusty's eyes widened at the huge penis inches from his face, but it was no good trying to jerk away; the giant held him firm. One hand on Rusty, the giant took his own manhood and started pumping – faster and faster. When he came, it was in a burst – an eruption of splooge that left Rusty dripping.

Raven handed the giant his Speedos, which he used to towel off his dick, and then briefly wiped Rusty's face. The giant clutched Rusty's jaw and forced his mouth open before balling up the Speedos and stuffing them in.

4. Come Again?

The contest (such as it was) was over, but Rusty was about to learn he had more work to do. The audience was cracking up over something Raven had pulled from the duffel, something lacey, frilly and pink – a ballerina's tutu. She fit this on Rusty, who didn't put up a fuss. Resistance was futile.

He also knew better than to struggle when the giant posed him like a doll for the crowd. The giant sat him on the middle rope, so that his face was toward the crowd, his legs dangled over the stage, and his stuffed ass hung in the breeze. The vibrator cord ran from his anus to the edge of the mat, where its switch lay. Raven came over with some nylon scarves with which she bound Rusty's wrists to the top rope and his knees to the bottom. He was left spread-eagled in a girly pink tutu, with his teeny-tiny dick on full display.

It had puzzled Rusty why his match was last of the show. Shouldn't your closing match be the headliner – not some jobber-match with a first-time newbie? As Raven wheeled portable stairs up to the edge of the ring, the answer finally dawned on Rusty – audience participation!

The giant waved in acknowledgement of his fans and strode off, which prompted the women to likewise head homeward – but few left without taking a moment to play with the trussed-up sissy.

Rusty had never had his picture taken so many times. Quite a few of the ladies posed with him. He wondered if any photos of his dick being measured by laughing women would eventually end up in web-teases. One full-figured blonde actually climbed the steps, lifted her skirt, and squashed her plump rear in his face while her friend snapped a pic.

Many flicked or fondled his privates, often with a comment about how "cute," or "tiny," or "babyish" his little "pee-pee" was, or how pretty he looked in his pink tutu. And the vibrator sure got a workout, because it always made Rusty squirm. "You like that?" some lady would ask, her thumb on the switch. "Oh yeah, you like that, don't you?"


After the last of them had gone, Raven came back to help Rusty down. There came an awkward moment after he'd plucked the Speedos from his mouth when he stood there, wordless and fidgeting in the pink tutu, unsure of how to make his exit.

"We're going to want that back," she said, indicating at the tutu.

"Oh, um..." He hastily stepped out of it.

"We'll want that back, too." An impish smile played on her lips as she eyed the vibrator cord dangling out of Rusty. Crossing her ankles, she added coyly, "...But you can take your time with it."

Rusty was at a loss for words, so she continued, "You did really well. Everyone thinks so. Julian says he's sorry he couldn't tell you himself."

"Julian?"

"...Big guy, came on your face..."

"I didn't think he was much of a talker," Rusty mumbled.

"Julian – ? He's working on his PhD in philosophy."

Great, thought Rusty, so he's smarter than me, too.

"...Anyway, he wanted me to tell you, good job."

"Are you joking?" Rusty asked peevishly.

She cocked her head and frowned. "No. What do you mean?"

"I mean, I didn't do anything. The gia- Julian carried me the whole match. I couldn't even put up a fight."

"Uh, did you see the guy in there with you?" she grinned. "Your only job was to look cute getting your ass kicked – and you were perfect! Your reactions – ? Hilarious. That way you blush is just adorable. And your size," she glanced below his waist, "really helps sell the other guy as manlier."

Do you say thank you to that? Rusty did anyway.

"So, what should I tell the boss? Want to get back in the ring?"

Rusty drew in a breath, and let it out. He'd never been so humiliated – yet, apparently, he was good at it. When it came to getting his ass kicked, he was a natural. And this was a bankable skill. People would pay money to see it – even in this economy. Really, what is there to say but...

"...Sure, sign me up."

-- The End

If you've read to this point, thank you. I wrote this over one night of insomnia, but revisions took me quite a while. Hopefully the final product isn't too embarrassingly poor. Mostly, I just hope you enjoyed it. Whether you did or didn't, any feedback would make my day.
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