Chapter 4: Stud vs Hogan Punisher
After the last match, Silver’s been itching for a rematch against the two for their unfair advantage. This time, he’s ready for it as the group of boys enter the Rowdy brothers’ new wrestling ring, covered in mesh wire and with two entrances on opposing sides as the three enter their sides.
Ron and Tony stayed back, they were busy looking over the new workout equipment, mats, and even an array of chairs for them to sit and watch the roughhousing commence. “So, Jobber boy, didn’t have enough last time, eh?” The man taunted in a guttural tone as Jon egged him on in the crowd.
The man was especially beefy in comparison to him. He had on a speedo and hard, knee-high boots for stomping. “I’ll have fun crushing you in my bear hug, boy.” He snarled as the boys were now in the stands, patiently waiting for the match to begin. Jon in particular wanted him to be maimed.
Although he was at a height disadvantage, Silver didn’t appear afraid when he and the man stepped to the middle of the ring. He realized just how big the size difference was as his head was at the height of the man’s beefy, large pecs. They grappled as the man heaved him up and rushed him to the mesh wall, slamming him to the cage.
“I’ll make you beg me to stop, boy!” He snarled harshly into his ear as pulled him into a back hug, then slammed him onto the cushioned mat. He pulls the boy up by his gray, winter hat as he wraps one steel-like arm around his neck. He yanks Silver with a tug as he has his chest arched on his back.
The man tugs harder and harder as he then rams the boy, chest first, into the mesh again. Silver collapses with a groan as the man peers down on him with a dark gaze. He pulls him up by his hat and wraps his arms around the boy’s waist. His arms tight as he heaves him up, the boy’s face in between the man’s large pecs.
“Enjoying the view?” The man cackles as the group of boys seem to be enjoying how the match is going. He jostles Silver’s body, his flaccid arms and legs flailing like he was a ragdoll in the man’s grip. The boy winced, he felt his back tightened in the grip as he slammed his head up against his chin.
The man roared in response as the boy fell to his knees with a huff. He went to the side as the man charged at him. He then elbowed him in the chest as he wrapped his defined arms around the man’s neck. “Why you little!” The man was pissed, he flailed, trying to get him to let go as he didn’t.
He then pushed him forward, hard, to daze the man. The man bounced back and fell on his back. “Now it’s my turn.” Silver said confidently as he pulled the man up. He clasped his arms around the man’s chiseled and wide abdomen, heaving him up with all his strength.
The man winced and groaned as the boy felt he was getting him now. Then he felt a hard blow in between his legs as the man’s knee was the cause. He winced, letting go of the man as he was on his knees. “You know boy, never let your guard down.” The man then splayed him in a backbreaker.
He let out an anguished cry as the man gripped him in-between the legs and his large palm over his mouth. “As if I’d let a little boy like you win.” He cocked as the boy’s spine flared in pain before he pushed him off. He coughed out as his hat fell off. The man grabbed him by his messy black hair.
He grinned in amusement as he was eye to eye with Silver. The boy was now slouching, his arms limp as his legs buckled. He flinged him to one side of the cage, then the other, then again, and again. He pulled him up for the eighth time as he pushed his back to the cage. “Payback’s a bitch.”
He gripped the boy’s wrists and put them over his head, and dug his knee from under and between the boy’s legs. He effectively immobilized him as his free hand was on the boy’s pecs. He squeezed them roughly, then thwacked his knuckles against them, as the boy winced in pain.
“What happened, Stud? Don’t enjoy being manhandled?” He chuckled as he thwacked him again. The boy’s pecs were raw, same with his abdomen as the man pounded his abs with his knuckled fist. He then leaned in after a hard strike, their faces dangerously close to one another.
He smelled of sweat as the boy could barely look at his bald head and sasquatch of a beard. “Know your place, jobber.” He chuckled as he pulled him by his hair and body slammed him to the mat. The boy’s back arching painfully as the man stomped his boot hard into his abdomen once, twice, then at least a few dozen for good measure.
Hogan pulled the boy up one final time, he was barely able to stand as he swayed, dizzy. The man slapped him, back and forth… back and forth, methodically like a clock ticking rhythmically. He then went behind the aching teen hunk and applied him in a full nelson.
Silver’s head sagged as he let out a weak groan, the man then heaved him up a whole foot off the ground as he wrapped his arms around the nape of his neck. His arms around his mouth and nose, cutting off circulation as the teen kicked uselessly in his grip. In a matter of minutes, he went limp.
The man jostled him from side to side, chuckling when he figured he passed out. He then slammed him, chest first, to wake him up a bit. Silver limped, weak from the exhaustion and pain as the man wasn’t done with torturing him just yet. He slammed his chiseled body with a wince in return.
The man rammed his knee in-between his legs for good measure as that woke him right up. “Heh, I haven’t had my fill of you yet, boy.” He pulled him up as he threw him to the cage once more. The teen collapsed as he could barely stay awake. He pulled the boy up with a knee in-between the legs.
He pulled him up one final time, the teen’s head against his rock-hard pecs. He wrapped his arms around the small of his back, gripping his hands on his lower spine. He grinned and heaved Silver up, smothering him to submission with his pecs.
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