rangard's blog

I show up at this guy's place to wrestle. We met online and, by his picture, he looked like I could easily take him. He called himself "The Bronx Bomber," which is a lame-ass name if you ask me. Mine, Rangard the Destroyer isn't all that much better, but at least it's based in some truth...and I was going to destroy this "Bomber" guy.

It was a cold evening when I walked up to his front door. We had agreed to wrestle in briefs, so I was wearing them underneath my clothes.

We agreed that our match was to be the best of three falls, pro-style. The first pin would be the first fall. To win the second fall, you had to strip your opponent and then pin him again. Pinning him a second time without stripping him didn't count. If your opponent came at any point after being stripped, he would automatically lose. It was up to you, then, to decide when the match ended. You could have your way with your vanquished foe if that's the kind of guy you were. In the event either wrestler came before being stripped, it didn't count...they could keep wrestling. You didn't have to make the guy cum to win, only to pin them after being stripped. But if they came after being stripped, they were done.

I was pretty sure I'd pin this guy and then I'd strip him and have my way with him. I'd *destroy* him, in other words. A squash match...and he wouldn't have a chance. I was younger and stronger than this guy. It would be over for him the second I rang the doorbell....which I did.

He greeted me at the door right away. He was shorter than I'd imagined. "This is going to be easier than I thought," I chuckled to myself as I greeted the guy with a smile. He was warm and welcoming. "Shame I am going to mess him up," I mused. He asked me in.

The house was warm. There was an entryway that you stepped into and the wrestling area was off to the left. He'd moved his furniture out of the middle of the room and it looked pretty cool...he had a mat and everything. It was clear he'd done this before. I quickly glanced at the room. There was a couch that looked promising to use for some holds or for slamming his face into it, and a bell. He had a fucking bell!

Mr. Bomber had his clothes on but was in bare feet. He had on a black tank top (with narrow straps), loose-fitting jeans, and a yellow headband. We made some small talk as I started to take my hoodie off over my head.

Then things went black. I felt a blow to my head as he took my hoodie and forced me to bend over. I couldn't get free. He unleashed blow after blow to my back and he used my hoodie to hold me in place. My mind was reeling and I was starting to lose my wind. I was wildly trying to get loose, but his onslaught was relentless. Blow after blow without stopping. He finally pulled the hoodie off and pushed me against the wall of his entryway and started pounding my abs and chest. I was confused, dazed, trying to catch my breath.

After what seemed like an eternity of blows to my abs and chest, he stripped my T-shirt off and threw it off to the side. He turned me around and pushed me to the wall again, only this time he started pounding my back...alternately ramming his shoulder into my middle back pushing me up against the wall. He grabbed the waist of my pants and used it as a handle to smash my body, weak from the initial onslaught, up against the wall over and over again. I was dizzy by this point and completely disoriented.

"What the fuck?" I thought as he kept hammering away at my back and throwing me into the wall. I was supposed to kick this guy's ass and before the match has even started, he's in full control. Each slam into the wall sent flashes of pain through my body. He flipped me around (I had no way of stopping him now) and started hammering again on my chest and abs. But now he would also stop occasionally to caress my body, like he was measuring his shots...or like he was admiring the beauty of my body while destroying it just the same. It was as erotic as it was painful.

Then, without any warning, he pulled me in close to his body and started sucking my left nipple. How did he know this was a weakness of mine? Now, not only was I weakened by the previous pounding, but also by the pleasure of his hot breath on my nipple. He sucked long and hard while also continuing to work my abs. I was helpless to stop it which was probably his point. He was able to do whatever he wanted to whatever part of my body he wanted and I couldn't stop it. He sucked for a long time and I was growing hard.

He seemed to sense this and then flipped me around again, and from behind me he unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. He yanked my pants down to my knees and then used them to pull my feet out from under me. I was now on the ground, down to my briefs, my cock hard and against his floor...he was fully clothed, standing above me...and I was completely under his control.

He then started to stomp on my back. I writhed in pain with each jolt from his foot. It only seemed to make him stomp faster and harder. He then took a moment to pull my shoes off and take my pants off completely. I was stripped down to my wrestling gear now, nothing on but my briefs...face down on his entryway floor, moaning.

He lifts me to my bare feet and gets me in a bear hug. The blows he delivered to my abs had not only softened my midsection but were now sore as fuck and his bear hug...a lot stronger than I would have guessed...was killing me with pain. He shook me in the hold making my pain only escalate. I was groaning with each shake.

My bare-skinned body against his clothes made me feel even more vulnerable and humiliated...and turned on. He hugged tighter and tighter until I nearly blacked out and then he dropped me onto his knee. A sharp pain ran up my back from my tail bone (as well as my balls), but he didn't let me drop. He kept me there, and while I was perched and balanced on his leg, he delivered even more punches to my gut. I might have even heard him laughing about it, but I wasn't sure...I was so overwhelmed with pain, surprise, confusion, dizziness, and trying to breathe that I couldn't tell for sure what was going on. I was just trying to survive.

He dropped me to the floor on my back. As I lay on there, he pressed his foot against my crotch and said, "Okay...let's wrestle, 'destroyer.'" I'm pretty sure he was sarcastic about that, judging by his weird-ass maniacal super-villain-like laugh. He picked me up by my hair, and led me, staggering, onto the mat In the middle of the living room floor. He threw me to the floor, and as if to add insult to injury, did three body drops on my unprotected chest. It was over before it even began. I started to regret ringing that damn doorbell.

And just as I blacked out, I heard him ring his bell to start round 1. Jesus Christ...he had a fucking bell!

I drifted off and I could tell even then that this wasn't going to end well.

Next up: Round 1

Round 1 started with me on my back, my arms pinned above my head, and with the Bomber grinding his junk in my face. His knees had my arms pinned and his hands had my wrists pinned above my head, and his junk...was grinding in my face.

"So you finally decided to join the bout, huh?" he said, grinding his cock, covered by his jockstrap, into my face as I finally opened my eyes. I winced and tried to avoid it, but he kept at it. "I'm going to call you 'Rangard the Destroyed' from now on. You're pathetic, you know it?" [grinding continues]. I tried to dump him off my chest, but I was weakened and he was fresh.

He wasn't built all that well...a little chubby, smooth chest, and had a pretty good-sized package (if you know what I mean). I couldn't see a lot for obvious reasons since I had some guy rubbing his cock in my face and I was tired from getting my ass kicked earlier.

"You're not much of a fighter, are you?" [grinding] "I mean, you're down there and I'm up here and I'm hardly even sweating. Your email said you were going to destroy me. Looks like that's not gonna happen," he laughed. [grinding] I was starting to feel lightheaded from lack of oxygen, so I tried to summon all my strength to dump him off my chest. "Oh, so you wanna play rough, huh?"

He adjusted his position, scooted down my body, and now had his chest in my face. He had grabbed my wrists, folded them over my head tightly, and his ass was on my belly. His chest was very close to my face, rubbing his nipples where his cock had been rubbed just a few seconds before. He had an even better angle on my body now and there was no way to dump him off. I struggled to breath, given the close quarters, and when I struggled, he punched me in the jaw with his right hand. It wasn't a wind-up punch, but just a short, close-distance jab. I reacted violently to the punch.

"Take it easy chief, so long as you just lay still and let me kick your ass, I won't completely mess up your face." But it was too much...I writhed and tried to breathe. After a few seconds I tried to move, and WHAM, he hit me again and my body reacted. Then he did it again...WHAM...and I grunted and reacted. "What did I tell you, 'Destroyed?' Just remain calm." He laughed. He hit me again...and again...I started getting weaker and weaker and wasn't fighting back as much as before. If you were watching this fight from the comfort of your own home, you wouldn't see much action here...just some guy covering up the face of another guy and occasionally the guy on the bottom would jolt. His punches were so close, you couldn't even see them...but there was a lot going on, I was trying to breathe.

He climbed back up to the original position. His knees on my arms, my wrists pinned above my head, and his crotch grinding in my face. He was hard now, his cock had grown over the top of his jockstrap. It was, I recall, a lot softer than his jock...I was getting a little hard too. I'd secretly liked being dominated like this...but I wasn't going to tell him that.

He started talking trash again. "Here's how this is going to go down." [grinding] "I'm going to spend the first round kicking your ass physically. Systematically taking you apart until you can't stand or even sit up anymore. Then I'm going to pin you. [grinding] Then I'm going to strip you. Then, in round two, I'm going to make you wish you hadn't said that shit in your email, and then you're going to get sexually demolished. [grinding continues] After you finally come, I'm going to have my way with your beautiful body. You okay with that?" [grinding] I wasn't answering for obvious reasons. "YOU OKAY WITH THAT?" I could only groan from his weight on my chest. "Oh, is my cock making you feel uncomfortable? Let me make it better..."

He slid down my body again in the other position with his chest/nipples in my face and my arms folded over my head. Now he was rubbing his ass on my cock and periodically punching me in the jaw. This went on for way too long, in my humble opinion. I was completely dismantled and I couldn't imagine what could happen next. But my cock seemed to like it...and so did his.

He finally stopped and got off me, stood up, and pulled me up to my feet by my hair. I was rickety. Standing on my right side, he grabbed my left arm and locked it behind my back. Then he locked his right leg in front of mine and pulled me into him close...effectively removing my right arm from being any help at all. "This is going to hurt you a lot more than it's going to hurt me." And he began delivering blow after blow to my exposed gut. His right arm like a hammer, sometimes driving it deep into my gut, softening my midsection even more than before. He would also caress my chest or rub my crotch occasionally (inside and out of my briefs)...then he'd return to the onslaught. Punch after punch. I grunted with each blow, I could hardly keep my head up.

I faltered and he let me drop to my knees. He then came around in front of me and put my head between his knees, lifting my body up until I was on all fours, then he dropped to the mat, driving my head and body into it. He picked me up again and did the same thing. He must have done that about four or five times. I was dizzy, disoriented, weakened, and regretting the doorbell ringing that started this whole thing.

He picked me up off the mat (again by my hair) and then picked me up like a sack of potatoes and dropped me over his knee ...holding me there in a backbreaker, forcing my head back way too far. Now he had my upper body completely vulnerable and was able to actually start jacking me off underneath my briefs, pinch my nipples, or even suck them...he did that several times. I was very close to coming....but he also used his elbows to continue to pound on my gut and solar plexus which sort of took me out of the mood. After a while, he seemed bored and just dumped me onto the mat face down. I tried to push myself up, but that didn't work because he stomped on my back. "Don't try it," he said.

Try what? I could barely fucking move. I was face down, unable to get up.

He dropped down, laying on top of my body length-wise, and put me in a full nelson then rolled us both over and wrapped his legs around me...squeezing those already bruised ribs and abs. I was groaning...the pain was excruciating. Sensing my weakness, he switched to holding both of my arms with his left arm and rubbed my chest and nipples...punctuated every now and then with yet another blow to my gut or chest. Squeezing off and on, until my body was completely drained.

He rolled us over again and broke the hold. He got up and started strutting around. "Where's the great Destroyer you were talking about? He clearly didn't show up. You're toast, man...stick-a-fork-in-him done." He knelt down and laid across my chest, going for the pin. "One, Two..." and then he lifted my head up. "Oh, so you're not done yet?" He stood up gloating over my defeated body that he was about to continue defeating.

It took a second to get my breath, but in the faintest whisper I said, "Come here." "What? I can't hear you!" "Come...here..." I was able to motion to him to come closer. He bent over to listen. Through gritted teeth, I said, "Fuck you."

Not gonna lie, that probably wasn't the best thing to say at that moment, but there it was. He stomped on me...ALL of me...for a fucking long time. My gut, my arms, my legs, my sides. "You need to show a little respect, 'Rangard the Destroyed.'"

He lifted me up and delivered several knees to my abs. When I finally bent over, he slammed me with his forearm to the mat. Then he picked me up and put me in a crucifix and did small jumps up and down cracking my back in places my chiropractor hadn't been able to do. As I was draped across his shoulders, he managed to reach between my legs with his right hand and start to rub my cock again. I was hanging there, in utter pain but also loving every minute of it.

He kept at it until I was hard, then he dropped me from his shoulders all the way to the ground. Then he did some body drops, flipped me over, and put me in a combination figure-four hold/camel clutch...pulling my head back to try to meet my feet. In the next few minutes, he put me through his entire collection of stretch holds. Holding them long, talking trash, and enjoying the pain (and obvious pleasure) it was causing me.

After what seemed like an hour (but was really only about 15 minutes) he finally body slammed me into the mat, his chest against my chest, and crawled up so our faces were next to each other, wrapping his arms around my neck and my left arm, his legs scissoring my right leg, so that the entire weight of his body was draped over my chest...pinning me. His lips were close to mine, I could feel his breath..."One...Two...Three. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how it's done. Rangard the Destroyed is exactly that....utterly destroyed." He held me in that pin, with his face close to mine, for a while...it was sexy and he was enjoying that part. He released the hold and got up and rang the bell for the end of round one, then he came back to me and stripped me.

I was laying on the mat naked, wondering what the fuck just happened to my evening, when I heard the goddam bell again.

Round 2.

He told me, early in round one, that he was going to take me apart, pin me, and then strip me. So far, so good. He was true to his word. I was naked, and he seemed to be well on his way to making good on the second promise which was to make me come, and then he'd have his way with me. I was weakened and trying to get myself together...I needed a break, he needed to make a mistake.

"Come on, chief...time to face the music," he said as he grabbed his crotch and stood me up by my head...ready to continue his beat down into round two. But, to my surprise, he was naked too. He'd stripped himself! It was a cocky (forgive the pun) move and it was the break I was looking for! He figured he had me and could get away with anything...but now all I had to do was pin him and we'd be tied. If I could just find an opening to stun him or knock him out, I could kick his ass and he'd never recover for round three. It wasn't going to be easy because I knew he was going for the ultimate end of the match (me cumming) rather than just another pin...which he could probably do easily right away. Hubris, it's what's for dinner.

And I was right...he went right for my cock and pushed me up against the wall and started pounding away at it. He was hard, I was hard...it was a race to see who could get to the end first. I could feel my body giving in to his wanking...it felt so good and he had me pinned to the wall. It was like being in one of my fantasies. But in that moment I did what any red-blooded gay would do, I grabbed his cock too. Only I wasn't being nice...I grabbed his balls and squeezed with all my might. He immediately stopped what he was doing and groaned. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I reversed the roles and pushed him into the wall, squeezing his balls as if the good name of "Destroyer" depended on it.

I let go and landed a knee to the groin. He crumpled to his knees and this was exactly the break I was looking for. I was now feeling a lot stronger and ready to make this guy pay for the ambush at the beginning of the night.

He was rolling around on the mat in the fetal position when I picked him by the hair and rammed his face into the mat. It dazed him. I grabbed his hair again and rammed it into the mat again. I picked him up and got him in a headlock and ground my forearm into his recently bruised face...then I dropped again and rammed into the mat another time. I did it again...as much in anger as in my excitement with turning the tide and being on top for a change.

He was on the mat face down trying to get up. As he pushed himself up, I kicked his side and he flipped over on his back. I dropped on top of his face, my knees on either side, rammed his face into my crotch..."How does that feel, huh?" as I rubbed his face against my cock, "Hard to breath with your face buried in a man's crotch?" As violently as possible, I rolled over with his face in my crotch and when I hit my back, I wrapped my legs around his head. I had him in a leg scissors with his face in my balls. I'm sure it was hard for him to breathe, but he had also been weakened by the face drops. I had some leg strength left, so I felt secure in having him here for a while. At least I could use this time to recover a little bit. As he tried to get out of it, I slammed my fist into his head. "Knock it off, 'Boomer.'" (I thought that was funny but he wasn't laughing). He tried to escape again, I smacked him a few times again. I squeezed just enough to make him think his head might burst...and he gave up trying to escape. While I had him there, I was planning my next move.

I was sitting up and he was facing down, his head between my legs. I delivered a couple more shots to his skull and then let go of the hold...he was relieved and was trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head. I jumped up and put him in a Boston Crab before he could roll over...I got really low in the hold and he started screaming for his mommy. I told him to submit...he didn't answer, he just groaned and pounded his fist against the mat. I was determined to hold this for a while...he needed to be weakened and these holds weren't costing me a lot of energy. He must have been so pissed his plan wasn't working.

I released the hold, but while he was there on his face, I stepped onto his knees, locked his legs around mine, grabbed his arms, and fell back into a Mexican surfboard. Again, not a lot of work on my part, but it was doing the trick to the Bomber. He was getting bombed. "Hey Bomber...how's it feel to get bombed by the Destroyer?" I thought that was funny too, but evidently he wasn't in the mood for humor.

I released the hold after a few minutes of torture by catapulting him into the mat. He landed with a thud and a groan. I saw my chance, and I scrambled over, turned him on his back, cradled his head in my arms and pulled a leg up over his head, and pinned him. "One, two, three...mother fucker," I whispered closely in his face so that our lips were almost touching.

And just like that, tie ball game (pun intended). He'd made the mistake of stripping himself and so now the next round was for keeps. He had me dead to rights about 5 minutes ago, but now I felt rejuvenated and he was the one groaning...I took that to be a good sign too. I was going to finish what I came here to do. I'd had enough of his bullshit, frankly.

I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, got up from the pin, and walked over to the bell, and rang it about twenty times. It was a short round and I was hoping I'd done enough damage to keep the momentum going into the final round. I was still sore, but stronger...he was the one groaning and naked on the mat.

But this time it was I who got to ring the bell for Round 3.