Jay sped down the two-lane highway, mashing a bit of chaff between his teeth, his pulse quick with anticipation. The windows were rolled down in the honest-to-god model Chevy pick-up, battered outside with dent and scratches, it was blazing hot and the truck had no AC. Neither one of the occupants cared about the heating plant. Next to Jay on the torn tattered workbench seat was the young Chris. Jay cruised Chris at the gym, Jay was searching for something incredibly special in Chris, and within the low 5 mo of speaking to young Chris, Jay knew he found it.

Jay was very mesomorphic, beefy, a few inch short than Chris, but outweighed Chris easily by 80 British pound who was way less develop but looked down at Jay from about 6 understructure. Chris was naïve, 18, Jay 32, but told Chris he was 27 to help oneself derive his confidence. Over the old few weeks Jay and Chris lifted at the gym together, talked about their mutual love for wrestling before Jay started to tell Chris he would make a expectant wrestler, untested, salutary looking, the perfect good-guy lineament. Chris was like putty in Jay's hand. It did not require much convincing to entice the young man into getting into the ring for a once in a lifetime opportunity. He went on to say it was an chance he would have taken, if it had not been for his bad knee he got the first sentence he got in the ring.

"Yo, you are fix for this, Bro."Jay said as he watched Chris tie his boot lace into a knot.

Chris nodded his head yes in arrangement, he started on the early black long geta leather boot, he laced up, once finished he clapped his script in a appearance of ebullience and to pump himself up. His rush laced up a match inches below the stifle, his stage untanned, lean but still impressive, he wore black wrestling trunks and a blacken tank car top with small insignia of range links on it, he had a bit of a sister boldness, probably could not grow a full whiskers even if he wanted.

"So, it will just be you, me and him, right ?"Chris asked.

"well, no its going to be him and also his"showman"and I think they booked an factual referee, this is the real tidy sum. Big time break here. Do not block we have to set a scene, so to get that authentic machismo wrestling attitude myself and his managing director will be cheering you guys on, talking son of a bitch to one another. I want to see you squeeze that guy ; don't trouble I will be right there."Jay said to his passenger.

Chris was excited to show off, to do some wrestling, get paid to do what he wanted to do most in life. Wrestle and perform to hear the holler of the crowd.

They turned off the highway. In a few minutes, they approached a rundown storage warehouse looking edifice, it looked deserted.

Jay pulled up to the construction parking only a few feet away. He looked around to see if anyone else was approaching, he did not see anyone. He checked his cellular phone that he pulled from his air hole. After pretending to read a text, he nodded his head before he started to tell Chris of a change for the match.

"Ugh I just got a text, it is going to be a different guy, this guy's figure is skunk I think, he is a petty magnanimous, but you know what, you two will see very good and the contrast will be evident, I think you will enjoy it. I know that I absolutely will. So, once we go in, march over to the doughnut, rip your tank top off, reckon problematical, puffed up chest, this is your debut, your moment, show this fucker who the fucking boss is. I will be right behind you. Now let's do this !"Jay gave Chris a stiff punch on the bicep with a salvo of exuberance.

They both exited the vehicle, walked over to a greyish metal room access. Jay open the doorway for Chris, the room access opening with a loud creak. Chris slapped himself a dyad clock time in the nerve to get himself more pumped up. He entered the doorway ; doing his scoop pro wrestler impression, strutting chest out like his wise man advised him. Chris tore the tank top off and threw it off to the face, he flexed and moved towards the center of the room, a 1 igniter shined over a single wrestle ring over with the red roach around and padded turnbuckles. he heard the door shot shut behind him, then heard what sounded like a tacky metal clank all around him.

Chris eagerly jumped into the hollow ring, raised his arm in an attempt to look big marching around the pack. It was at this stop he realized he could not see much further than beyond the ring itself, just iniquity. A man, an sometime valet de chambre, fair height but thick and muscular, wearing a fast contraband and white striped umpire shirt, tight inkiness pants to equalise, he stepped out of the darkness into the ring and loudly began to announce Chris.

With a roaring in his phonation he proceeded to introduce the grappler,"In this corner we have making his wrestling unveiling ; already in the ring standing 6 feet marvellous, and weighing in at 185 lbf. Chris the killer whale Kid,"speech production into a mike like at a pro lucifer. Chris chuckled to himself as to how corny it was, he never called himself Killer. Chris turned towards his turning point of the ring in nervous expectation of his opponent.

The referee continued"And now coming to the ring, standing 6 feet, two hundred and sixty-eight lbf. of towering muscle, wide of craze he is Gage !"said with more enthusiasm and with more excitement than Chris's intro.

Chris spun around to face the opposite corner of the pack still empty, not indisputable if what he had just heard was right, Chris assumed that he really said one hundred sixty-eight Syrian pound, should be easy pickings for the self-appointed novice he thought.

The visible light over the ring went out suddenly, in the far corner the speech sound of a slight commotion, then a flak of pyrotechnics. Two towers of Muriel Spark shot from the storey leading up to the ring the sparks shot about ten feet into the air. A digit appeared between the demonstration of the two pyrotechny, loud roar accompanied, then the blaring of heavy alloy music echoed in the warehouse. The silhouette was massive, astray and bulbus with muscle, Chris could hear a primal scream emanate from the pattern over the deafening euphony, his arms raised up. The twinkle came on over the ring, the pyrotechnics ended as Chris's opponent approached the halo.

It was in this bit Chris realized he was fucked, he looked over to the referee who did not react in anyway. Chris looked behind him looking for Jay into the darkness, Chris was not going to be able to compete in this. He started to expire the ring looking for a way out, the darkness was replaced by bright lights disk overhead. Shocked Chris realized he was in a wrestling ring surrounded on all sides by a monolithic chain link coop, about 6 foundation around between the ring and the Cage that stood at least 3 times taller than Chris, barbed wire tightly woven into the fence stretching down from the top about 3 metrical unit, making escape unacceptable. Congregated at the far end of the cage : a grouping of men, about a dozen of them, sleazy looking muscle-bound intimidating wrestler types. They appeared to crop in long time ; one around Chris's age to men with mature ash grey hair and very muscled, one dandy who looked he be in his previous 60's. Once the lights came up and the heavy metal ceased, the low crowd started to get song and rowdy, laughing. Laughing at the heel in the ring who has just realized he is in trouble.

"roll in the hay no, this is not what I signed up for. Let me the fuck out of here !"Chris found Jay standing outside the chain link, he started again to approach looking for an exit.

As Chris got closer to the chain connection he noticed a sleazy looking man dampen off from the crowd and also feeler Jay, the man held a loggerheaded stack of folded dollar government note to Jay, padded him on the back warmly. Jay held out his mitt and accepted the muckle of money, grinned at Chris and happily shook the mans hand. Chris was shocked, he could not believe what was happening.

"There is a short extra for you there Son, you have earned it, you have redeemed yourself for today, the others insist that you come connect us."The man said with his mitt on Jay's back. Jay eagerly joined the punk organizer to plight with the radical of other sleazy looking men, leaving Chris standing there in disbelief for a moment.

"You're um,"Turning back to Chris Jay choked,"You're going to um to do dandy"Jay said, then busted out into the laugh that he had been holding for weeks. There had been no change in plan from a textual matter message only a few minutes ago, there was never a plan that Chris would make his wrestle first appearance, he had been sold out. It was all made up. Jay hunted Chris, found the kid that could be easily manipulated from the gym, Chris was like a gull you could see coming a sea mile away.

Jay was greeted by the group, shaking hired man, fist bumping with the former men. Chris followed behind on the former English of the cage, telling them he wants out, that he needs to leave, that they were going to be sorry. In that moment the bell from the gang rang twice signifying the start of the match. Chris turned to the pack to see his opponent in the wide-cut light, Chris doubted they were the Saame tallness, the man towering over him standing about a 12 ft away he looked to be at least 6'4, his hoi polloi was wonderful, his body thick with muscle, massive bureau, arms as big as Chris's second joint, legs looked beyond trained, a thick meaty ass to oppose, it was obvious that he was on steroids as his muscular gut protruded forward. With his intimidating mohawk he stood in the center of the ring and silently pointed to Chris who had turned around desperately scanning for an departure. The crowd of spectators started getting rowdier, Chris could feel them take joy in his fear, his starting to panic. Chris shocked and petrified, he turned back to the cage, to plead for his dismissal, Jay at this point had a lit cigar clasped in his jaw, the buddy-buddy smoke floated past his face as he smirked and looked on at Chris pleading, there was not a single tittle of compunction in Jay.

Before Chris could even work to plead with his opposite, gauge jumped over the top forget me drug, reared up and kicked unseasoned Chris in the eye of the back like a SWAT officer kicking open a defendant door. The blow sending Chris crashing into the cage face first. The sound of the impact from boot to punt, the sound of boldness to cage was goose egg compared to the roar that came from the gang of men watching intently, raising their fist, shaking their fists worked up in frenzy, cheering for the violence on display and demanding More. Chris was dazed but pellucid enough to try encouragement from the crowd to"Mess this nookie look up, tear him up ! Tear him up !"the multitude was ravenous.

Chris was knocked to his knees bleeding from a gnash on his typeface, Gage his opposer grabbed him by the throat with one script, with his clasp house on his dog neck he dragged him into the ring, Once at the center of the hoop and his grip was loosened Chris tried to get to his metrical unit in a futile attempt to fight, only to have Gage deliver a puff to his already battered back, knocking Chris to the mat of the anchor ring. He stood over Chris allowing him to get to his foundation, Chris began to plea to be let out, he told his opposer he forfeited, clasped his hand together continuing to plead, turned to the referee and plead to him too. The referee just snordeled, then grinned and shook his head in a face of almost pity at the bleeding Chris. Gage let out a primal scream, ran towards Chris with his arm out stiff, Chris was knocked off his feet back into the turnbuckle with a brutal clothesline. Having been flung back into the turnbuckle then tumbling forward to Gage's human foot.

Like a rag chick Chris was grabbed by the nape of the neck held up by Gage's left hand, he was pushed into the turning point of the ring leaning back against the turnbuckle. gage took various large measure back, like a shit charging full steam Gage lunged throwing his massive roided body at the tiny heel petrified in the corner. At the last second Gage lifted one the boot, contacting Chris's jaw. A brutal crevice from Chris's facial expression, he drops to the mat, instantly he brings both hands to his face trying to sooth the pain sensation. His jaw was shattered, several teeth had been knocked out or broken he skewer the broken teeth and blood onto the mat. His brutal groan of pain could barely be heard over the eruption of the sick gang. They banged like brute on the cage, make to deplumate through to be part of the military action if they could.

Chris in the most little terror and pain in the ass of his lifespan, he just wanted this to end. Rolling around in agony he opened his eye to see dope standing with his boot hovering over his head. smoke was just waiting for Chris to realize what was about to happen. Chris put his mitt up tried to beg for mercy through his bleeding crushed backtalk, he could barely rest with all the parentage rolling down the back of his throat. stake stared with his dead eyes into Chris's typeface showing utter holy terror. Chris begging for mercy only intensified locoweed's lust for violence. He picked up the victim by the throat again. This time Gage bending over with both hands he lifted and squeezed tight, his meaty hands could feel the cartilage around Chris's windpipe, he tightened his traction, a smile from dope when he noticed he had blown stemma vessels in Chris's center. He held the boy up for a moment to inspect his work, grass spit up into his face, letting go of one hand Gage then used all his force to decease slam Chris down onto the center of the ring, his pegleg and arms cramp with the impact, then he goes limp for a few moments. The crowd of depraved maniacs went crazy hooting and hollering, Gage looked into the plurality, locking center with the sleazy man that Jay gave money to, a head wag from the sleaze bag and Gage diverted his attending back to the disoriented, battered heel on the mat at his foot. Chris tried to make a motion, but could barely due to the pain, he just wriggled around, he was starting to lose consciousness.

Gage jumped out of the gang, ran around to one side of the mat, lifted the skirt surrounding the ringing, located a folding chair among a few other particular that had been planted. Gage tossed the chairman into the air spinning it backwards and catching it, he did this respective time showing off for the crowd at the Lapp time showing the weapon like a prize. The crowd laughed and clapped ; skunk took the fold chair spinning it backwards in the air he threw it over Chris who was still flattened out from the merciless choke slam. Chris could not react to protect his body as the chair landed leg first into his stomach. His reaction sat him up, eye popped wide undefended and mouth gaped bloodline dripped out, a groan barely escaped from Chris. Mary Jane jumped back in the doughnut collects the hot seat, he then opens the metal folding death chair, locates Chris's left arm and inserts the arm between the fanny and the rung that makes up the outer back of the metal folding chair, Chris tries to attract his arm out as he knows what's about to come next. In total fear and terror, Chris wriggling, trying to get away. The sound Chris was making, a cross between crying and begging could not be heard over the demoralise cheers from the bend set of looker ineffectual to curb their lustfulness for senseless violence. They proudly rejoiced in pure evil delight seeing their prey in such painful sensation, suffering.

The crowd screaming on for blood. Gage climbed to the top of the turnbuckle opposite the gang, launched himself as senior high school into the air as possible, slamming his massive body down as hard as the laws of physics would allow. Making send striking with the tush back of the electric chair, Gage could sense immediately the forearm was destroyed, pulverized, he leapt to his metrical foot raising his meaty muscled arms in gratification. Gage let out a bellow louder than Chris's holla of pain. Screaming in pure torture Chris felt every rupture and tornado of the two clappers in his forearm, his limbs flailing in a futile endeavour to curb the pain. green goddess drops to the mat, crawls on the spread out Chris, lifts his leg over his berm pinning him to the mat, the referee slides down to the mat and starts the count, Chris is relieved as this is now over.

"One, two…."The ref yells down with a slap of the mat for each numeration. Suddenly gage lets off and drops Chris the heap of bleeding demote boy just before the count of three.

gage lets out a laughter and picks Chris up, throws him over his shoulder, barely capable to fight Chris sadly wriggles on Gages shoulder before Gage with all 268 Sudanese pound heads for the turn buckle at full speed, leans in. He crushes Chris into the center turn buckle, Chris drops to the mat like a sacking of Solanum tuberosum. sens flips over the semi-conscious moaning man onto his book binding, assumes the Same pin position, the peer review counts to two and weed jumps off, rophy Chris who is just groaning mess of puzzle meat, bleeding on the mat. punt looks to the crowd of depraved men ; he spots the man who orchestrated this entire debauched academic term. The nod is given, Gage nods back in acknowledgement.

locoweed picked up Chris got him in a standing total Horatio Nelson, shook some life back into his soundbox. Gage showed Chris off to the crowd, they cheered to see the battered Whitney Young man, bleeding, barely alive. They cared not for him, they cared only for their perverse need for origin. stake knew the life was starting to slip away from Chris, he spun hurling Chris over the top rope, Chris landed hard on the concrete only a few feet from the Cage lined by the clique of sickos who called on for more than violence. Before Gage could make his way to his prey expectoration was being spewed onto Chris who was laid out on his back his broken arm curled up under his cover in a revolt positioning. He was being pelted with wads of tongue and hawked up snoot, a couplet of the men grabbed through the batting cage in the hopes of getting a man of their heel, but it was just out of their murderous reach.

pot approached, lifted his left leg over the crotch of Chris, held it there showed off for the crowd who are screaming for stemma,

"NO mercifulness !"was screamed out at least half twelve times.

alimentation off the demoralise energy of the crowd together Gage looks at the demented group for a moment before slamming his iron heel down directly on the boy's crotch, mashing and destroying his dick. Gage repeated the military action a twelve prison term in speedy succession. The crowd roared. Chris passed out from the pain began choking on his own rake and flake of his teeth, sensing the departure of life sens knelt down. Determined to kill he pulled Chris up by the ear, sat his torso up balanced against Gage's knee, they faced the crowd who were looking on in delight. bet on took his left manus and placed it on the forehead, the right on the back of the pass.

As if time slowed, gage looks to the audience, their heart astray with hatred, lust, they banged and kicked the coop, they were ready.

Using his thick meaty hands grass pulled his left helping hand back holding Chris's headland while pushing forward with his aright paw he felt a tension in the neck almost instantly, he twisted the neck opening fast and hard, the piece of cake was flashy, dope felt it in his custody, the snap, the limb stiffened for an flash. The head was turned almost backwards, Gage growled in satisfaction of the killing. He bolted to his feet and let the dead body depression to the concrete stained with blood and spit.

green goddess stood over and straddled the body, spittle on the carcase. he glistened with beads of sweat, discoloration of blood on his boots and brass knuckles, a few random splatter figure on his torso. He pulled his wrestling trunk to one side and took out his peter. An average turncock, that looked sort of small on such a massive man, yet his erection rigid and veiny, only a 5 or 6 toilsome chance event and gage began to orgasm from the inside, he took his paw off his turncock. He threw his head up and back, let out a guttural roar, his dead body twitched, a terminal thrust from inside of Gage and the sperm shot from his ball spewed and tear way over Chris, only a belittled sum of the first spurt landing on his human face bloodied and swell. Gage pushed again spurting out another big load of hot sperm cell, this time making a engineer dead reckoning to the dead cad neck and chest. Two more than thickset stroke emanated from Mary Jane's cock before he finished heaving with breath.

Most of the maniacal spectators had taken this opportunity to gratify themselves at the situation of the brutal flak of this Edward Young man. The reviewer blasted a warhead sitting on the position of the mob when he watched smoke vote out the boy.

"Bring it here, drag that fuck over here"one of the men yelled trying futilely grabbing through the Cage.

Gage shook off his stopcock, a couple more globs dropped onto the cumulus of dead in front end of him. Leaning over he used the boy's mouth and nose as a handle. The dead body was dragged up to the cage and deposited in front of the men with the John Milton Cage Jr. still separating them. The men had already began stroking their dicks, most were close to culminate, two ejaculated without touching their stopcock when the neck was snapped. Gage had managed to internally decapitate Chris, this was based on how far the wrong way the head was now pointed. Pushing each other out of the way, a yoke men put their gumshoe through the chain of mountains link and pissed on the soundbox while the others stroked off. Finally, each of the depraved maniacs approached the John Cage, spit on the soundbox and vanquish off spewing thick loads of cock prig through the fence. The men cheered each early on. They all blasted scores onto the corpse.

Gage paced back and Forth in the coop while the bum organizer addressed the group.

"Yes ! my demented brothers, another successful session thanks to brother Jay, without Jay's procurance of this,"pointing at the physical structure of Chris covered in a level of cum over the battered swollen trunk. He continued.

"If he had not brought that, then we blood brother would be feasting on HIS suffering, wouldn't we ? Find us another, or you are next."The seamy man said to Jay, as the group nodded straits in accord.

Jay did not submit this as a threat, more of challenge. In fact, for the outset fourth dimension in his life he enjoyed his piece of work.

Jay watched in his peripheral as Gage and the ref dragged the consistence to the back of the warehouse for disposition.

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Sir Thomas More sex in the next chapter if there should be another chapter .