The Injector

Story by Wolfpek, illustrations by Telemachus

Disclaimer: This story contains graphic scenes of M/M non-consensual sex and rape. If this content offends you, or you are under 18, you have no business reading it. Any resemblance to a real professional wrestler in this story, well, can’t be helped. This fictional character is based on one I particularly admire. But harbour no ill toward. If you are interested in this subject matter I hope you will enjoy it.

Randy wasn't happy about this development. He didn't know this arena, or any of the wrestlers on the bill. In the last year he had become a star. Vic Capri, The Edge, The Rock, all the biggest names had been counted out under his beefy heel. But he hadn’t seen any of these guys for a while, and he didn’t recognize any of the names on tonight’s line up. A backwater bullshit venue like this was a waste of his time, and a step back to his meteoric career. He couldn't understand why his manager had insisted on this gig,, but he hadn't complained too much. Within one year Sid had taken him from an East Texas lube shop to international celebrity. If Sid said this was part of his master plan, he had no reason to argue. Despite his obvious skill as a wrestler, Randy's looks were also a part of his popularity.

The arc lights surrounding the remote stadium glinted off the leather jacket which ended high on the slim sinewy hips, riding tantalizingly over the nearly naked thighs. Having prepared early, Randy’s white trunks where already straining to barely cover his impressive bulge and round meaty ass. The lower part of the glutes bare under the hanging jacket made him appear more nude than clothed. Annoyed he swaggered through the athletes entrance to where an excited Sid waited in front of the locker room. He noticed a sign before a side hall which read MEET YOUR HEROES. He glared at his manager.

“I know kid,” pitched the manager. That’s what Sid did, pitched. “So you greet a few fans after the match. There the ones who made you what you are today. Trust me. This is going to be a turning point in your career. You’ll see. Have I ever steered you wrong before?”

The wrestler warily shook his head “That a boy. Believe me. After tonight your whole life is going to change” Randy looked at the program. He was set to wrestle some unknown called The Injector. He snorted disdainfully. Lame. Whatever it was only one night. He heard the familiar intro music. He was on.

For a two bit barn like this they put on a hell of a light show. Randy heard a deafening cheer as he made his usual entrance through a cloud of dry ice and lasers.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! HERE HE IS. THE ONE YOU’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR. GIVE IT UP FOR THE STUD OF SLAM. THE REGENT OF RAGE. THE RIGHTEOUS ROCKER. THE ENFORCER. THE LAW. THE ONE. THE ONLY. RANDY ORDER!!!!

Bolstered by the wall of cheering sound. The wrestling hero lifted his square jaw, and strode, redneck royalty, toward the ring. The sound became almost unbearable as he dramatically shed his jacket revealing the now famous, massive pectorals which shaded the serpentine abdominal muscles dusted by a single trail of dark hair. His jet black Italian mane contrasted sharply the flashing  blue eyes surprisingly set in the wide Sicilian features.

The most striking aspect of the sleek muscled animal storming like justice itself toward the ring, were the trunks that barely adorned the vividly male form. The white fabric stretched nearly beyond it’s limit, practically glowed as it worked to contain the distracting bulge, and perfect high, round ass that were it’s charge. Other than the high boots and tattoos that ranged across his back, and encircled his upper arms these overworked trunks were his only covering. Randy wore his near naked body the way some men would wear a thousand dollar suit.

The hero’s heart sank when he saw his opponent, waiting in the far corner of the ring. This was what they gave him as a challenge? How was he supposed to put on a show with this creature lurking pathetically in the corner of the ring?

He was reminded of a villain he had seen in a children’s movie as a kid. A ghoulish figure with stringy black hair and sunken eyes which would lure children into a funereal candy wagon and take them to an underground prison. Only this figure appeared to have African features despite his pasty white skin. The long stringy black hair hung shoulder length from the sides of the otherwise bald head. The already sunken eyes ringed with kohl , and black lipstick, accentuated the gaunt features. Randy supposed this, along with the black leather suspenders holding up snakeskin leggings, was an attempt to appear threatening. Unfortunately for this “Injector” the matchstick arms, hollow chest and distended belly belied the effort. Studded gloves cut at the knuckles decorated the long hands, topped of with black fingernail polish. A normal cruel Randy felt a twinge of pity for the KISS wannabee. He would find a way to put on a good show for the crowd, maybe even make his opponent look good.

That turned out not to be so easy. Just to make it interesting, he tried at every opportunity to leave himself open to let this clown get a punch or two in, but he only seemed to flail listlessly about the ring.

Maybe it was best just to get this over with as quickly as possible. His opponent wasn’t entirely weak. He seemed to possess a slippery wiry strength, like a greased python. Randy decided to make quick and flashy work of this clown. This clown was very light as he lifted his struggling opponent over his head for a trademark slam. Feather like he picked him up again head downward for another slam, and noticed something odd, the feeble struggling seemed at times to become a caress, he felt the long thin fingers glide up his massive thigh towards his ass, subtly raising the snug trunks upward to expose just a bit more of the delicious flesh, he felt his adversary’s upside-down hot breath on his cock. He was wrestling a faggot!

Filled with rage he slammed the creature against the mat hoping the spindly neck would break. All pity for this repulsive creature now gone he began to completely decimate his victim. The one struggle he faced was to continually keep his trunks where they belonged, bloodied and broken this Injector took every opportunity to "“accidentally” expose as much of Randy'’s perfect ass during the conflict.

He could pin this wimp at any time but became obsessed with the need to punish this pervert for daring to touch him like that. He slammed the ugly face into the turn buckle and performed his trademark victory strut for his cheering fans. He noticed, however, that this crowd was made up mainly of middle aged to older men, and not the adolescent demographic that he was used to. There was also a surprising lack of female presence in the stadium. This was getting creepy. Time to finish up and go. He would begin by weakening his opponent’s leg by slamming him face down on the ground and twisting the spindly leg into an unnatural position, as he bent, face away from his defeated opponent, The bloodied Injector looked up at the magnificent ass raised above him the heavy round balls hanging between the spread legs and smiled. It was time.

He raised his arm as if in pleading supplication and cat like, from his studded glove extended two, hair-thin, 3 inch long needles . This was the best part. With the speed of a lizard’s tongue, he twisted upwards, and sunk the needles past the straining lycra into those suckable eggs. The sinewy hunk dropped his adversary and arched his back in reaction to the jabbing pain, before smashing the cheater’s smirking face into a bloody pulp with one crashing blow. Any mercy he extended to this scrawny freak long gone, he easily raised the perverted creep above his head and tossed him effortlessly out of the ring with such force that his opponent smashed through the announcer’s table and lay still among the scattered audio equipment. Randy took a moment for a victory flex before dragging the little bastard back into the ring for a final pin. Deep shadows defined every sinew on the powerful torso as the raging wrestler posed and strutted around the ring. An intricate tapestry of muscles played sensuously down from the bulging deltoids, past the round high pecs to the hypnotic pattern of the abdominals as sharply pronounced as the underbelly of a cobra. The crowed cheered it’s hero.

But something was wrong.

A throbbing burn had begun from his skewered balls, and up into his now inexplicably rock hard dick., in time with rapidly increasing pulsing of his heart, which now seemed to be high into his throat. The pounding was now is his ears screaming loudly into his brain. The throbbing seared into his raging dick was aching with a painful need, making concentration almost impossible.

His opponents name now clear. His opponent was now behind him. His opponents hands were now running freely over his magnificent torso. His opponent’s tongue was now running up his neck, and ramming into his ear… hot breath swirling into his buzzing brain.

His knees began to buckle underneath him… “NO!”

His opponent’s breath was taken away by a sharp elbow into the solar plexus, Randy was back in charge, spinning his stunned opponent against the ropes, Stepping back to get a running start, he slammed his attacker into the turnbuckle, but the injector was not there.. For the first time in his career, he found himself against the ropes. Numbly he turned to face the ring, his back resting against the turn buckle, head hanging down, he found is cock , swollen to an absurd size was now poking out from his trunks, saturated to transparency with precum.

Wraithlike fingers took ownership of his hair and pulled his heavy head up to level with leering reptilian eyes.

The voice was like velvet dipped in motor oil.

“NOW…… we wrestle”

Randy' s eyes widended as the Injector stepped back and held up both hands protracting to long needles from his gloved index finger, still unable to move he watched as these were lowered level with his luscious hardened nipples and rammed unceremoniously into the tips, he threw his head back and roared as the firey poison spread out into his heaving pectorals and beyond, past the pouning in his ears he could hear the crowd's answering, and approving roar.

His giggling attacker took this opportunity to arch him further back against the turnbuckle and as a scupltor with a clay statue slowly work his way down to the oozing cock. Gingerly grasping it with one madeningly soft squeeze, the freehand once again springs another stinger. He lovingly caresses the rugged face with the sharp tip, gazing deeply into his victim's eyes

"This may sting a bit"

and while rammng his tounge far past the wrestler's tonsils, brings the weapon toward the exposed cock head and injectes his venom into the undefended piss slit.

Randy's scream stilled the crowd. The pain gave him the strength to break free from his drug hazed prison, and slam his assailant flat on his back on the opposite side of the ring.

Struggling to regroup he stumbled to one knee, but somehow manages to pick himself up. He was going to drop this fucker into the next century.

Climbing to the top of the turnbuckle, he sees the slime lying still, flexing the his mountainous biceps he jumped, elbow poised down above his victim..who once again.. is not there.

The matt seems to pass through his aching body and out his back, as he meets screaming pain face down, and feels those sickening hands running along his upper thigh to fold up his straining trunks to resemble a humiliating thong. As he pulled himself into a crawling poition the wraith like fingers, grasped his hair and pulled him upward, a bony shoulder bit into his groin and he felt his nearly exposed ass raised into a humiliating position bent over his oppentent's shoulder. This seemed to especially please the crowd..

The injector took a moment to show this view to all for sides of the ring, before beginning a sickeingly rapid spin.

Randy then learned what is like to fly as the spin built up enough speed for his oppontent to toss him out of the ring and into the already shattered announcer's table. He had done this to so many wrestlers but know understood just how painful it could be.

He had no idea how many more such firsts there would be in this match.

The grinning Injector loves to grab his victims by the hair, hunky studs so completley dominated made him insanely hard, and so he does. His other hand reached down to pull the over strained trunks into a painful wedgie. This stud's ass was beyond perfect. Round, high, and steely hard, feebly struggling to free itself from the degrading grasp.

By hair and trunk he forced his quarry back to the ring, hanging, ass deliciously raised over the edge, he takes a moment to caress it's sweaty,marble curve before rolling the groggy hunk back into the place of punishment.

In spite of the venom, now buzzing freely throughout his body, Randy was still crawling toward a standing position, as a steel tipped boot dug into his abs sending him stretched fully face up on the mat, his swollen cock, despite the constrain of his soggy trunks, hovering above his heaving lower abdomin, unstoppable precum pooling on his flat stomach, his attempt to stand stopped short by the sharp elbow which had flown down from the turnbuckle, cutting off his breath, a veritable planetarium of stars swimming in his eyes.

Vicelike fingers dug deeply into his defenseless abs, kneading them like rolls of pizza dough and softening them with a surprisingly powerful rain of blows for such a wimpy looking loser to dish out. The moaning stud tried unsuccessfully to fold into a defensive fetal position. His massive arms leadend by the drug and the punishment unable to stop this onslaught by his weaker, and unworthy adversary.

The drug's effect now so powerful he could barely feel the pain passed is buring hard on, as the sadistic heel pulled him into a backbreaking stretch, and out again to send him head first into the turn buckle.

The snickering villan reached down between his legs, and lifted the larger man, gently laying him to rest, balanced, face up along the top rope, massive arms lying limply toward the mat, legs wresting precariously along the thick length of rope which, drawn by gravity, threatened the still covered ass crack.

The Injector could take his time now, to really savour what he was going to do. He lightly ran his long black tipped fingernails along the mountainous terrian of muscle, so completley at his disposal. He followed with his mouth, stooping for a long lingering kiss, his tounge exploring over the square jaw, down the thick column of neck, lingering at the delicious hollow where neck met claving, into the deep, deep valled between the pectoral mounds, crossing high over one of the hard round hill, to latch onto the erasure stubbed pink- brown nipple, and suckle the sweet clear fluid exctreted as a side effect of the injected venom. For fun he teased the tender nub with the tip of his pointed tongue before biting into the tender flesh enjoying the piteous moan that resulted.

He stepped back to inspect his work, his fingermails now running up the shaft of the cock, prevented from standing straight up, only by the ridiculously strained, and now transparent trunks.He held it down against the pancake abdominals with the tip of his finger, causing his hunky victiom to groan loudly. With the other, sharpend forefinger nail, he severed the front of the trunks, now now more than water logged tissue, from nder the balls, up to the waist band only reaching halfway up the shaft, and released the tip, the force with which the oozing cock sprang skyward ripped the trunks from the body send bits of the fabric into the cheering crowd who fought like jackals for the wet souvenir fragments.

Save for the thigh high boots the helpless muscle man lay naked before the cheating heel who had best him, his obese cock grown painful proportion pointing, a load bearing column, toward his captor's heaven.

Speking directly to the standing meat rather than the prone victim the Intector effused

"Isn't that better, my precious? You are finally free to meet your new prison."

He opened wide, and impossibly took the entire manhood into his mouth.

Deep in his drugged haze Randy could feel himself taken into the hot, moist mouth, the tounge skillfully manipulating the thick vien that ran along the botton of the shaft, the long nails of the hands digging into his balls, torturing his nipples, zeoring in on the secret ticklish sopt on his sides and back to torture his balls. Without releasing cock, The Injector had found, a spiked leather strap to encircle the base of his victim's member, and wrap, too tightly around the dark blue balls. The sensation of the nails torturing evry senstive part of his heavily muscled body, the top rope digging into his ass crack, the pressure of his tightly bound genitals, and the skilled mouth torturing his rod was too much for the stud to bear, the need collected like a knife blade into the rumbling the base off his dick and exploded in audible spurts into his tomremtor's greedy throat. He growled, and groaned. He cam copiously in rich pulsing torrents, and yet no releif came. His need was now a more burining insistent ache, than before.

He opened his eyes to see the sick fuck who had tricked him, cum oozing from his smirking mouth, down his chin, like a small child eating blackberries.

"I know, my beauty. It's the venom, you see, it keeps you where I want you even after you've come. I'm far from done with you yet"

Another kiss. He gagged on his own cum coating the sides of his throat.

To be continued........................