Part 1
Spenser Locke had just begun his pro wrestling career, only to get his ass kicked by the tag team known as the High School HeartThrobs, two pretty punks in tight, matching speedos and letterman jackets. Seeking revenge, Spenser shelled out some money and sent off a training request to none other than vicious heel, Jake Hammer, AKA “The Alpha Wolf”.
Spenser had ulterior motives—he had a long-standing crush on the Alpha Wolf during his teen years, watching and recording Hammer’s matches for his own pleasure. The Alpha Wolf was thick, muscular, and hairy--with dark hair and a handsome face that disguised his heel nature. But Jake was as brutal a heel as they come. After beating down his opponent senselessly, the Alpha would tower above his fallen victim, clasp his hands together, raise them above his head, and “bring down the hammer”, which would telegraph to the audience his finishing move. Then, the Alpha Wolf would bury his opponent's head between his legs, hoist them up, and with his brute strength, climb up to the turnbuckle to deliver what many called the most devastating piledriver in wrestling history. Without fail, it would leave his victims sprawled out on the canvas, twitching involuntarily, as they were carried out of the ring by stretcher. Spenser always noted the Alpha Wolf’s bulging hard-on in his tight trunks whenever he won a match, and knew the heel must have gotten off to destroying his opponents.
This was Spenser’s kind of wrestler.
Before he joined up with a league, Spenser would analyze Jake Hammer’s moves, adding them to his repertoire. But he could never resist the temptation of jacking off to one of the Alpha Wolve’s matches. Even Hammer’s entrance video and music got Spenser going. In a snowy Canadian wilderness, Jake would appear wrapped in a wolf pelt (almost like something out of Game of Thrones) that would conceal his muscles. Intercut with his cocky walk towards the camera would be montages of the Alpha brutally destroying his opponents in all sorts of power moves; racks, power bombs, gorilla presses, you name it. Then, when he got close to the screen, he’d snarl, tearing off his cape and revealing his chiseled, hairy muscles, as he flexed and growled for the camera. No matter how many times Spenser watched the clip, he’d always blow his load.
So when Spenser received confirmation that Jake Hammer wanted a one-on-one match to “test the waters” he made sure to gather up the sexiest gear he had (pink, zebra print naturally) and went into the city to meet Jake Hammer at his hotel.
When the heel wrestler opened up the door to a shy but confident Spenser, the younger wrestler was shocked how warm and friendly the champion was. Out of the ring, Jake was the consummate gentleman, but Spenser knew he it was another story inside the ring.
“Why don’t we do an erotic style match,” The Alpha Wolf growled gently as he pawed Spenser’s bicep. “You might not be as big as me, but you got bite, kid. And I promise I’ll let you walk away from the mat with your spine intact. Maybe.”
Unable to hide his hard-on, Spenser politely agreed to the conditions of the bout, while Jake excused himself to use the shower before they got down to wrassling. While he was away, Spenser’s eyes fell upon a piece of gear that the Alpha had left out on the nightstand: a purple thong. Spenser was shocked, and immediately turned on. He checked to make sure the bathroom door was closed, and even though he knew he shouldn’t, and knew how much trouble (and pain) he’d be if he got caught—he stripped down and put on his idol’s thong, pulling up the string between his bubble butt.
It fit well. Or would have, if not for Spenser’s throbbing cock pushing itself out of the pouch. Intoxicated, Spenser strutted over to the mirror and began to mimic the persona of one of the jobbers whose career Jake Hammer had ended—The Studboy. The jobber was known for wearing skimpy outfits and posing with a full length mirror in the center of the ring. Hammer had finished him, stripped him of his gear, put it on, and flexed in the Studboy’s mirror before picking him up and throwing him right through it (fortunately for the already broken jobber, it was all stage prop glass).
Spenser flexed his biceps and completely drunk in how kind the gym had been to his biceps, hairy pecs, and shoulders. He thought he’d make a great pairing with another hairy stud like Jake Hammer, a younger/older, daddy/son dynamic perhaps. But as he lost himself in his own reflection, the bathroom door swung open.
“I knew it,” The Alpha Wolf roared, as he stood there clad in the pelt robe that had been a fixture of so many of Spenser’s fantasies.
“Oh fuck,” Spenser stuttered as he was struck by a curious dichotomy of fear and arousal. “I….I can explain, sir.”
The Alpha grinned, baring his teeth. “You sure you want to wrestle this?” He said as he ripped off his cape, revealing his naked body and massive, thick cock.
Spenser’s jaw dropped, and he had no time to react as the Alpha jumped forward and slammed his fist up into Spenser’s crotch. Grabbing his sore nuts, Spenser found himself lifted into the air as Jake threw him painfully over his shoulder.
He carried him around the room. “Those prettyboy Heartthrobs did this to you, eh?” He said mockingly, showing Spenser his own bare ass in the mirror. “You want revenge, don’t you?”
“Y-y-yes,” Spenser moaned, as he found himself slammed into the mat where he endured a painful and humiliating Boston crab, followed by a full body scissor.
“You want me to make a wolf out of you, pup?” Jake leered. “Or should I leave you broken?”
Spenser screamed in pain. He was in way over his head. “Fuck, I give!”
“Not what I asked, pup!” The Alpha laughed as he dug into Spenser’s arms and pulled him up for an Amish sickle. He swung the squirming rookie like a pendulum, grinding his cock on the poor Wrestler’s back every time he came back.
“Yes!” Spenser, dizzy with pain, cried out. “I want you to make me into a vicious Alpha wolf like you.”
Jake dropped Spenser onto his belly and watched the kid writhe, his tendons all stretched out. But as much as his bloodthirsty nature beguiled him into sleepering the rookie out and having his way with him there, he felt a pang of desire instead. He hadn’t tagged in ages, and quite honestly this newcomer was cute. Besides, he got off on the idea of molding the jobber into a vicious, trainable heel.
But he needed to leave his scent nonetheless. The Alpha gripped the jobber by the chin and forced his face into his big, hairy balls. “You wanna be my pup?”
Spenser was compelled to endure the humiliating teabagging. “Yes, I’ll do anything, sir.”
That was settled—it was time to finish the kid and program a mindless heel streak into his malleable brain. He would use his favorite, erotic technique: the “Glory Hold”.
Jake Hammer scooped the sweaty Spenser off the mat and put him into a spine-snapping OTK, as he dug into Spenser’s pouch and began to stroke him expertly.
“Since you like my thong so much,” The Alpha growled, “Why don’t you fill it up nice for me?”
But Spenser was past coherence as the combination of pain and pleasure put him beyond, with every stroke, and the musky scent of the Alpha on his face. It wasn’t long before Spenser squealed, “I give!” And shot load after load, overflowing his new partner and master’s thong.
It was no use. Spenser passed out. KO by erotic destruction. The Alpha roared and planted his hairy ass on Spenser’s sweet looking face, as he flexed in front of the mirror and marked his territory with a thick load, right on Spenser’s chest. When he was done, he gently carried the kid over to the bed and cuddled him close, kissing him softly until he woke up.
But that’s where the tenderness ended for the moment, as Jake Hammer wanted to begin training right away—the first step, injecting Spenser with the desire to be the most sadistic tag team ever. He dug his bicep into Spenser’s neck as the Alpha pulled him into his bulk and turned on the TV.
“We’re going to give you an appetite for destruction,” he said, gently biting on his new chew-toy’s ear. “Got a playlist here of some humiliating squash jobs, and I’m gonna milk you all night long until you’re nice and ready.”
Spenser whimpered softly, held tight in his heel’s grip, but it was no use. He was subjected to some of the hottest matches of all time:
Tyson the Texas Tiger, clamping a horse saddle on top of a jobber and riding him around the ring, until he hog-tied the rookie and milked him into a tin pail. Then having his young, thick-built partner, Cornfed-Boy Billy, known for having the biggest ass in the business, smother the already humiliated opponent with a prolonged stinkface.
The Great Hercules, a giant Greek wrestler with a chest and stomach like a rug, who always wore just a fig leaf into a match. He challenged his young opponent to a naked, Greek style match, and no sooner had the shy newcomer pulled down his trunks and revealed his puny dick, the Greek laughed and ripped off his leaf, horrifying his opponent with his massive cock, and then bearhugging the wrestler until his ribs were broken.
The model-esquire Ryan the Quarterback using his signature move, the “Jock Sniffer”, where he pulled off his jock and put it on his opponents face, and gave him a Canadian Destroyer.
These were just a few of the matches Spenser was subjected to. After this night of passion, Jake Hammer began to personally train Spenser on a tough regiment, and ordered him his own matching set of gear. But to make sure he knew who the Alpha was, Jake Hammer forced him to wear a dog collar in every match. Spenser happily obliged. And in no time, he began to decimate his opponents while Jake looked along proudly.
Finally came the infamous night where the Alpha Wolves challenged the Highschool Hearthrobs for the tag team championship.
Part 2
Jimmy and Sam were the High School Hearthrobs, who modeled their looks and style on innocent, varsity jocks. Both of them had chiseled bodies, wiry muscles, and good looks, Jimmy being the brunette “boy next door” and Sam being the shaggy haired blonde. They would often come into the arena with their varsity jackets, giving the audience coquettish smiles before turning to show off their speedos, with their team names emblazoned on the lycra eaten up by their bubble butts. They rarely wrestled separately, and though they were billed as “nice guys” they weren’t above dirty, tag team moves.
Such was the case when they had put Spenser in a double clutch that had forced him to tap out. But the ref had a crush on Jimmy and was happy to overlook the cheating tactics.
But tonight, Jimmy and Sam would get their comeuppance.
The Heartthrobs came out to their song, a peppy marching band anthem, and they gleefully ripped off their jackets and displayed their boyish, Olympian looks for the eager crowd. Jimmy and Sam both looked at each other with arrogant confidence--they didn’t know who that chump Spenser’s tag partner was (Jake Hammer had bribed the management, among other things) but they knew he had to be just as pathetic as that oversexed, self-described Romeo of the Ring, Spenser Locke.
The lights dimmed and a hard rock anthem kicked up, throwing Jimmy and Sam off their game. What was this?
“Ladies and gentlemen!” The ringside commentator announced, “All the way from Canada and New York, the Alpha Wolves: Spenser Locke and Jake Hammer!”
Jimmy threw Sam a concerned glance and bit his lip. Unbeknownst to Jimmy, Sam had to stifle the urge to wet himself.
Both Spenser and Jake Hammer stalked their way down the aisle, snarling at the fans and acting like the animals they were. Spenser, who had forsaken his wimpy, himbo gear, now wore a matching wolf pelt along with his master and coach, The Alpha. When they got to the ring, they each stood atop the turnbuckle and howled, ripping off their capes and revealing their matching thick boots, kneepads, arm bands, and thongs.
The fact that they had dared enter the ring in such skimpy gear immediately put Jimmy and Sam off--but the audience ate it up. And before Jimmy could suggest to his partner to sit this one out, he was knocked forward in a bulldog pounce by Spenser, who drove his face into the mat.
“That’s right,” Jake snarled on the sidelines, “Draw first blood!”
Indeed, a trickle of red appeared on the edge of the prettyboy Jimmy’s nose. But he had had taken down this punk before and he would do so again. He turned to strike Spenser, but was met with a boot to the gut. Sam looked on horrified, from the sidelines, as the ref admonished Spenser, who snarled back at him.
Spenser was meaner, faster, and more brutal than the last time Jimmy had wrestled him. Jimmy was soon subjected to a headlock, and a knuckle duster. Then, shocking both Jimmy and Sam, Spenser got behind Jimmy, dug his claws into his chiseled abs, and pulled off a brutal suplex.
“Fuck yeah!” Jake shouted from the sidelines, as he grabbed his bulge and watched his pup go in for the kill. “That’s my boy.”
Rattled, Jimmy was able to get to his senses long enough to tag in his partner. Sam tried to get Spenser in a full nelson, but the hairy stud just laughed it off and pushed Sam over to the corner of the ring, where The Alpha awaited. The hell immediately wrapped his massive bicep around the young wrestler’s throat, pulling him against the turnbuckle. The ref yelled for him to cut it out, and Jake relented. But not before Spenser lined up a spear to the gut that forced Sam to the ground, his arms stretched out against the ropes, helplessly. Spenser took advantage of the dazed jobber and bent down to give him a quick stinkface in his thong, which caused the audience to roar with laughter.
Then, Spenser tagged his partner in. It wasn’t long before The Alpha had gotten Sammy in an excruciating surfboard, and even Spenser was momentarily concerned poor Sam’s arms and legs might be pulled out of their sockets. But seeing his Alpha destroy his opponent turned him on to no end, and he couldn’t help himself as he grabbed ahold of Jimmy, in the midst of shouting encouragement to his partner, and pulled him in for another headlock. Spenser threw him into the ring, breaking the rules.
At this, the ref snapped to attention and went over to warn the younger heel. But with his back turned on Jake Hammer, the poo ref didn’t see the older hell’s fist coming as it connected with the back of his head. As the commentators shouted, Jake put the ref into a DDT setup, flashed a wicked grin at the audience, and drove the referee’s head into the mat, knocking him out cold.
With the ref unable to exert a rule of law in the ring, the poor Hearthrobs were now the Alpha Wolves playthings. As Jimmy, battered and bruised, made a weak attempt to escape the ring, Jake pulled him back in by the leg. Spenser and Jake set both of the jobbers up in a face-to-face came clutch. As the jobbers moaned in pain, the Alpha Wolves laughed.
“Kiss him!” Spenser mocked. “Do it!”
Forced to submit to the demand, the humiliated studs touched lips. The heels let them go.
But the reprieve was temporary. The Wolves roared to the crowd, flexing their biceps, and sat down on the mat to dish out more punishment. With the jobbers spread out head-to-toe on either side, Jake Hammer and Spenser wrapped their massive, tree-trunk legs around the jocks and placed them in a rib-crushing body scissor. Then, as The Alpha and Spenser each took note of the others growing bulge, they pulled Sam and Jimmy into their crotches for a face-smothering, musty headscissor.
The commentators lamented the disgrace, but there was nothing that could be done for the delirious jobbers now. The poor tag team was subjected individually to a torture rack each by Jake Hammer as he strutted around the ring with a full hard on, displaying the jobber’s body for all to see while the Alpha’s younger protege hammered away on their abs.
Finally, Jake and Spenser had gotten bored with their victims, who begged for mercy at their feet.
“Time to complete your revenge,” the Hammer smiled.
He and Spenser stood on either side of their respective victim and made a motion like a knife gliding across their throat, the blade cutting the lambs for the slaughter. Then, Spenser made Jake’s signature “hammer coming down” gesture, which elicited a cute grin from the older heel.
But games were over. It was time for Sam and Jimmy’s wrestling day to come to a painful end. Flexing one last time for the audience, Spenser and Jake each undid the buckle around their thongs, displaying their natural animal nudity for all of the audience to see. Some later accounts from certain fans present at the match that night, say that a few audiences members creamed their pants at the sight of the masculine perfection. The commentators called for censors to take over the airwaves, but Jake had paid off the appropriate parties--at home, many that night first became aware of their base wrestling urges, staring at the ruthless tag team in all of their glory.
Barely able to shake their heads, or utter cries of “no!” Sam and Jimmy were hoisted up into their respective punishers legs, were their mouths were promptly invaded--for a few seconds anyways--by their Alpha Heels wet cocks. Gagging and sputtering, their need for air soon became more dire as they were trapped beneath the tag teams hairy legs, held upside down. Spenser and The Alpha reached up and pulled their opponents speedos, revealing the Heartthrobs asses for the pleasure of the audience.
Then, that infamous moment came. Spenser and Jake brought their victims to the side of the canvas, adjacent to the announcer’s table. The scared commentators leapt up from their chairs and fled. The Alpha and his pup looked each other in the eyes and then let out an animalistic howl as they jumped into their air and drove their opponents six feet headfirst into the table.
Nobody knows if the snap! came from the obliterated table or the obliterated spines and necks of Sam and Jimmy, but when all was said and done, the Alpha Hells stood over their motionless opponents and roared for the crowd, standing erect as the bell rung.
The EMT team jumped to attention and brought out the stretcher, while Jake Hammer and his apprentice posed for the audience. Then, the Hammer sniffed the air, as if he could sense fresh blood. He saw poor unconscious, broken Sam and Jimmy laying out on the stretchers. While Spenser intimidated the EMTs away from their charges, The Alpha jumped up onto the turnbuckle and splashed the gurney, smashing right into the poor Hearthrobs, who spilled out onto the floor.
The Alpha and his pup crawled over to their shattered opponents and wrapped their arms around each other. The bell rung and rung, begging them to stop their inhumane assault. Their cocks touching, Jake Hammer and Spenser kissed and then let out their loads onto their opponents. Sweaty and breathless, the heels rose, grabbed the Highschool Hearthrobs varsity jackets, and draped them over their destroyed opponents. Though Sam and Jimmy would eventually go on to recover, they would never be the same, and they would never wrestle again.
Spenser and his Alpha Wolf grabbed the championship belts and put them on over their still hard, dripping cocks as they posed for the audience. Then, the Hammer hoisted his pup onto his shoulders triumphantly as they walked out of the arena and into legend.
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