Tag Team Destruction

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Samantha stared down at Todd, twisting and tearing at her programme in anger, shame and frustration. It was only a few hours ago that she had held that same programme and read his entry as one of the fighters in the main bout of the evening. She was filled with pride at how he would perform and with anticipation of what would follow, what had always followed after his fights. She didn’t expect him to win, of course not. She wasn’t that naïve, but she hadn’t expected this, not in a million years.

She and Todd had been an item for three months now, since that night when she had agreed, reluctantly, to join a friend at a wrestling match.

‘It’s silly,’ she’d protested, ‘and everyone knows it’s fixed.’

‘It’s not all fixed,’ her friend had tried to reassure her, ‘and it’s fun. You wait till you see those guys grappling in their tight shorts.’

Unable to resist her friend’s entreaties, Samantha had gone along with her and had got carried away with the atmosphere and, yes she had to admit, the grappling males in their skimpy outfits. And then, afterwards in the bar, Todd had approached her and said he’d seen her in the audience and asked her whether she had enjoyed the fight and then offered to buy her a drink. And she had said yes, she would like a drink. And then she’d said yes to everything he suggested after that.

He was one of the Wild Things tag team. He and Wayne. They didn’t fight under those names. Wayne fought as Tiger, while Todd went under the professional name of Lion. And Lion was right for him. Big and muscular, with flowing golden locks that looked like a mane.

This evening they were up against another tag team The Terrible Twins. They weren’t actually twins, not even related, but they looked so well matched that they could have been. Tall, slim, black girls with glowing shaven heads, small tits and prominent asses, they wore matching, dazzling white bikinis. Their names were Saba and Tarik, which they had printed on the waistbands, although there was a rumour that they switched names to confuse their opponents and, it was said, their lovers too.

So proud was Samantha that she had invited her mother along to watch. She had not met Wayne yet and only seen the head-and-shoulders photo that Samantha had sent her. On their way to the arena, Samantha had explained what would happen.

‘It isn’t unusual to have mixed tag wrestling, but this match - a male team pitched against a female team – is rare.’ ‘The girls don’t have a chance, do they?’ her mother had asked. ‘You might think so,’ Samantha had explained, ‘but the arrangement is that the girls will get the rough end of the fight until, with a few sly tricks, they come out on top in the end.’

If only Samantha had known what those few sly tricks would involve. If only Todd had known.

 

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The girls take out Wayne (Tiger)

Samantha watched her mother out of the corner of her eye as Todd let his silk gown fall off his shoulders, to reveal his body in all its muscled, tanned glory with a pair of tight red shorts supporting his package. Her mother stared hard before turning to her daughter with her mouth open. The sparkle in his eyes told Samantha all she needed to know. Mum was impressed, very impressed.

The start of the match was fast and slick. Todd went in first, up against Saba. They circled each other for a bit, before Saba made a quick dash to trip Todd over for an early chance at a fall. He threw her off easily, tried the same trick on her, but she wriggled away. Back on their feet, Todd went for a drop kick, catching Saba on the shoulder. She staggered back and then used the ropes to propel herself towards him. He ducked, she jumped over, bounced off the ropes on the other side of the ring and ran towards him again, but he had walked away and tagged Wayne. She tagged Tarik who vaulted over the top rope and then into the air to land a drop kick on the point of Wayne’s jaw. He managed to stay on his feet, but was knocked onto the ropes. Tarik threw herself at him, but he swayed aside, leaving her to sail between the top and middle rope and out of the ring. Saba was immediately beside her, helping her onto her feet. Wayne stood back, let her slide cautiously into the ring, and then raised his hands in front of him. She locked hers with his, accepting his challenge to test their strengths. Naturally, Wayne as the stronger easily pushed her back against the ropes, forcing her back over the top rope, hoping to weaken her up for a fall later. In the end, he released her and stepped back, only for Tarik to use the ropes as a support while she kicked out with both feet landing on Wayne’s chest, sending him stumbling back with her in pursuit. He dodged to one side, she swerved and rushed him, he stepped back but found himself in the girls’ corner.

The end was clinical. Tarik followed him, crashing into him as Saba grabbed his arms from behind. Tarik collided with him and brought her knee up into his crotch. As his howl of pain echoed around the arena, she took a step back and let him sink to his knees in front of her. The crowd were on their feet cheering, but feel silent as Saba reached under the ropes and grabbed Wayne’s ankles, braced her feet against the ring and threw herself back, pulling Wayne’s legs either side of the corner post. All we heard was a whimper as his balls made contact.

Together the girls bundled Wayne out of the ring, where he lay in a heap. Todd rushed round to give him support, but the girls didn’t follow up and he pushed Todd away, using the edge of the for support as he got to his feet. Slowly he limped away, heading for the dressing room, pausing only to double over as the pain from his smashed balls cut into his belly.

Samantha turned to her mother, who was flushed and breathing hard. She couldn’t hear what she was saying but couldn’t help noticing the nipples that seemed to be trying to break out from her mother’s bra and through the cotton of her blouse.

In the midst of the turmoil that attended Wayne’s premature departure, Todd had climbed into the ring. When he caught Samantha’s eyes, she had no trouble reading the look on his face. The look of prey that knew it was being hunted.

 

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Todd’s fate

To Samantha’s surprise the girls played it straight, doing what any tag team would do in their position. Lots of fast, slick moves, with quick tags, tiring Todd out and wearing him down. But then, almost imperceptibly at first, their rhythm changed. They were still playing fair, with only one in the ring at a time, but now their pace was slowing and they were coming in closer for grappling holds.

Her mother picked it up too. ‘Are they wrestling or fucking?’ she shouted in Samantha’s ear. Good question. If they weren’t in a wrestling ring in an arena packed with cheering fans, it would have been difficult to say. But there was no doubt when Saba was tagged and climbed into the ring. Instead of rushing at Todd as the girls had been doing, she circled him and slowly unfastened her bra, letting it fall away from her tits before tossing it to Tarik, who caught it deftly. The crowd went wild. Todd looked unsure of what was going on or how to respond. He didn’t have long to decide, because Saba tagged quickly with Tarik who vaulted over the top rope and performed the same striptease. Both girls were now topless and earning whistles from all round the arena.

Todd had no choice but to fight. He could hardly walk away from a couple of half naked women. He’d have been a laughing stock. The girls spent on a lot more time now at close quarters and the crowd became restless at the lack of action. Until a cry went up from the other side of the ring. Then spectators began pointing. Samantha couldn’t make out what was going on. It was her mother who shouted in her ear again: ‘Fucking hell, Sammy, look at that. You didn’t tell me he was that big.’ At that moment, Tarik stepped away leaving everyone with a clear view of the bulge in Todd’s trunks. They had been working on him, getting him aroused. But why? Were they just playing with him? Or did they have something else in mind? After what had happened to Wayne, no one in the arena was in any doubt that it was going to be ‘something else.’

And they didn’t have to wait long to find out what that was. Saba had slipped into the ring behind Todd, who was puzzled by the sudden buzz in the crowd. He looked around but too late to stop Saba grabbing his shorts and pulling them down to his ankles in a swift tug that left his cock flying from side to side. The crowd went wild. Women came down to ringside for a closer look only to be pushed back by stewards so that everyone could have a good view.

With his ankles tangled, Tarik pushed him and he stumbled back into a corner. Saba threw herself across his shoulders, using her arms and legs to grip the top ropes and hold him tight, while Tarik pulled his trunks clear and grabbed hold of his left leg. She pressed down the middle rope with her foot, pulled the bottom rope up, inserted Todd leg and let the ropes go. The same manoeuvre on his right leg and he was trapped. Saba climbed off and she and Tarik stepped back to study their prey.

The two girls began to gyrate in rhythm, swaying their hips and fondling their breasts in unison. The effect on Todd was obvious even from the back of the arena. His cock, which was already hard, stiffened and lengthened until the skin was stretch taut. He was hanging onto the top rope to stop himself toppling forward but one hand kept drifting towards his cock. Was that what the girls wanted? To torment him so much that he would wank himself off? The crowd did not have to wait long to find out.

When his hand wandered towards his cock next time, Saba knocked it away and dropped to her knees, taking Todd’s cock into her throat in one swift bob of her head. His body arched in surprise and he bit his lip. She bobbed a few times and then pulled away, only for Tarik to take her place. And so it continued, with each girl sucking him off and then giving way for the other. Samantha couldn’t see how Todd could hold out against such determined effort by two expert suckers, but hold out he did, looking frantically around, hoping maybe that someone would come to help him, like his partner Wayne who had been frightened off by these girls, or from her. She tried to get out from her seat, but the women around her were on their feet, cheering the girls on, shouting advice, and trapping her in. Even her mother, who pulled her back and hissed at her not to interfere.

Todd’s hands were gripping the ropes now, but the girls changed tactics, again in unison, and no doubt rehearsed, they took turns to stroke and scratch his cock, pulling it, twisting it, but not slowly, teasingly. And they began whispering to him. what they were saying was impossible to hear over the noise of the crowd, but his cock was growing and stiffening. But still Todd held out. Samantha knew that beneath the image he projected as a wrestler, he was a private, if not shy man. He wouldn’t allow them to milk him like this. Not in public anyway.

The girls paused and looked at each other, as if passing a silent message. Then Tarik knelt down, bunched her first and smashed it into Todd’s balls. The crowd were silent now. He howled but even as his cry was still echoing around the arena, Saba moved in with another punch. Again and again, they punched, each one coming faster and harder than the last. Todd’s body was arching and twisting, jumping with each punch until he slumped. Samantha knew he couldn’t take any more, he had reached his limit. She held her breath and waited. The girls stepped back and each delivered a swift kick to his balls.

Cum sprayed everywhere, each jerk sent a column high in the air, over the girls and over the ring. And, as the flow subsided, the girls moving in, taking one of his balls each and began squeezing until the last drop was gone.

The crowd was in a frenzy. Samantha glanced at her mother, whose face was flushed and mouth open. ‘Come on,’ she screamed at her, ‘we have to help him.’ And towing her in her wake she forced a path through the ring where they prised the ropes apart to release Todd’s legs. He collapsed onto the mat and the women help him out of the ring and towards his dressing room, while Saba and Tarik continued to parade around the ring absorbing the applause.