Punishment Challenge - Introduction RyanCarrWeber

Ian, Wallace and Timon had long been friends, and when TW started up they knew they wanted to join. Ian had always been the sort of alpha-male am ong the three, and shortly after he delivered a smackdown in his first match, the other two decided maybe it'd be fun to take him on (unknown to Ian, Timon and Wallace, both swimmers, had more than just platonic reasons for keeping him around and letting him play alpha). So they challenged their more muscle-bound friend to a handicap match. He suggested something different, saying he didn't want their friendship to be played out in the ring. "Let's do it informal," Ian offered, "and let's do it differently." So the three friends agreed that, as training, they'd all get together one Saturday morning before BW and TW events started and have a stamina challenge. Each would face the other two in a handicap match. Whichever of the three lasted the longest against his two friends would be the winner.

Wallace knew, based on the others' size advantages, that he was at a disadvantage. He stood only 5'7" and weighed 134, compared to Ian and Timon, who each stood 5'10" and weighed 169 and 163, respectively. So Wallace asked

that his solo shot be last, when the others would be more tired, and when he'd have the advantage of knowing exactly how long he needed to last in order to win. Timon and Ian agreed, and flipped a coin to see which of them would start off as the abusee. Ian lost the coin toss, and so he would have to be the first with the handicap. The rules were just like any other handicap match, except that the team would have to win by submission, and that the individual, if he could, would be able to win by pinfall. If the man with the handicap were to win, his lasting time would be set at one hour automatically. They all slept over Ian's house the night before, and got up and walked together to the then-empty arena the next morning.

It was raining out on that Saturday morning, and the boys, umbrella-less, got soaking wet on the ten-block walk from Ian's home to the old gymnasium which served as the Boys/Teens Wrestling Arena. When they got in, they were shivering and Timon quickly suggested they change. He and Wallace both had their bags from swim practice the day before, and so they each put on their speedos, and Timon lent an extra speedo to Ian. The three friends emerged from the locker room at about nine A.M., three full hours before anyone would begin to show up for Boys Wrestling at 1:30, and got into the ring. Ian asked whether he'd be starting against one or both of them, and Wallace stepped out. Apparently, just one. The two in the ring stretched a bit and all three went over the rules briefly one more time, and then Wallace used a quarter to strike the bell.

  Ian and Timon locked up immediately, their well-matched sizes meaning little next to the difference between Ian's wrestler's build and Timon's swimmer's build as Ian pushed the swimmer back into the ropes. Timon was in trouble but managed to break the hold and duck under Ian's arm. When Ian turned, Timon whipped him into the ropes. As his back pressed into the ropes, Ian was struck hard by a kick from Wallace, which smacked accross his lower back and caused him to trip into Timon as he came off the ropes. Ian stumbled into perfect position for a snap-suplex from Timon, which laid the muscleboy but perfectly for a leaping people's elbow from Wallace. "Way to start it one on one," murmured Ian as Timon pulled him to his feet and Wallace stepped back outside the ring. Timon backed Ian into the corner, where Wallace held him while Timon climbed to the second rope. In an effort to deliver a bit of embarrasment to his muscebound friend, Timon pressed his am ple package into Ian's face as he stood on the second rope and pounded his head. Ian, outraged, quickly freed his arms from Wallace's grip and lunged forward, effectively powerbombing Timon to the mat. Timon's head hit hard, and he was knocked out temporarily. Seeing this, Wallace entered the ring.

Ian took control right away, greeting Wallace with a kick to the gut as he entered the ring. The lightweight was DDT'd and laid out next to Timon, however when Ian went for a pin, Wallace surprised him by kicking out. Ian pulled Wallace to his feet and into a tight bearhug, using his powerful upper body to squeeze the energy from his small friend. Wallace tried and eventually got his arms down between himself and Ian, and shimmied out of the hold. Ian caught him, though, and slammed him to the mat. Wallace rolled out of the way at the same time as Timon tripped Ian, sending him crashing to the mat. Ian's head hit the mat hard as he fell, and this gave the swimmers a chance to retake control. Timon pulled Ian up into a full nelson, and Wallace began plunging his knee into Ian's strong abs over and over. When they were somewhat softened, Wallace began punching. Left, right, left, he hit Ian's gut, though Ian soon managed to flex his abs and literally laugh off the effect. When it seemed Ian was getting back too much wind, Wallace plummeted a right into his overfull speedo, and Ian crumpled to the mat when let go by Timon. Timon shot Wallace a "what're you doing" sort of look, and the latter boy shrugged. Ian was moaning on the mat, and Timon refused to do more immediately following that blow. So he stepped out to the apron, and Wallace took over. He pulled Ian to his feet and backed him into a corner. Hooking an arm, Wallace hip-tossed Ian to the mat and knelt behind him, getting the wrestler in a sleeper.

Ian struggled, still holding his hurting crotch, to stay with it, and slowly regained some energy. He started standing. Wallace tried tightening the hold, but Ian was too strong to keep down. The muscleboy got to his knees when Timon entered again and kicked him in the gut. Wallace dropped the sleeper, and aided Timon in pulling Ian to his feet and throwing him into the ropes for a double-clothesline which backfired when Ian clotheslined them both to the mat. Timon was up first, and by the time Ian had pushed him into the ropes in a collar-and-elbow, Wallace came from behind and smashed Ian accross the back, knocking him into Timon, who spun him into the corner. Both swimmers stomped Ian into the corner, and then Wallace pulled him by his anke to the center of the mat. Here, Timon wrapped up Ian's legs and turned him over into sharpshooter. As Ian was stretched under Timon, Wallace sat in front of him, placing his feet on Ian's shoulders, and pulled Ian's arms towards himself, so that he was stretched in two painful submission holds at once. Ian was in massive pain, but not about to submit to his friends. He held out, ignoring the pain, and after five minutes of stretching their muscle-bound friend, Wallace and Timon gave up, and Ian began tending his stretched body.

They offered him no rest, however, and soon had him tied up in the corner, with Wallace sitting on the top turnbuckle using his legs to restrain Ian's shoulders and his hands to hold Ian's head from under his chin as Timon began taking apart Ian's shredded abs and chest. Punches and knees slowly eroded the defensive wall of Ian's abs, and he whimpered as each fist sank a bit deeper into his gut. When Timon was done, Wallace released Ian and the wrestler fell to the mat, doubled over. Wallace strained to drag Ian to the middle of the ring, where each swimmer sat on one of his sides, grabbing the appropriate ankle and wrist. They propped their feet in his sides, and began lightly, then kept adding pressure until Ian was stretched into a painful split, the speedo barely serving to contain him as his legs migrated further and further apart. He yelled in pain - but not submission - and did his best to use his muscles to keep the swimboys from stretching him too far. Eventually, he manages to twist his wrists free and grab the legs of his oppressors, digging his fingers into their muscles till they released his own legs and he was able to close them, and hold his stretched-out crotch. Timon and Wallace conferred on how the hell to get Ian to submit.

 T When they had decided on a crab/camel double-hold, Timon approached Ian to slam him into position and was surprised with a fist to the crotch, which took him down and enabled Ian to leap at Wallace, spearing him to the mat. Timon was holding his groin and Wallace was stunned as Ian pulled himself to sitting on the smaller boy's gut and began pounding his chest. Wallace was feeling the punches from Ian's muscular arms, and grateful when Timon came back and kicked Ian in the back. Ian fell forward onto Wallace, who enjoyed briefly the proximity to Ian's muscular torso before he got up, and the swimmer was keenly aware of his friend's crotch on his gut and chest as Ian rolled back and got up. Timon tossed Ian into the ropes, and Ian returned with a cross-body block which pinned him to the mat. Ian stayed on top of Timon, hooking his leg to attempt a pin, which Timon kicked out of. Ian slammed the swimmer onto Wallace, who was just beginning to stir, and then dropped an elbow onto the two of them. He picked Timon up and gorilla pressed him, dropping him over the ropes to the mats on the floor below.

Turning to Wallace, Ian felt the pin within his grasp. He irish whipped Wallace into the corner, following with a shoulderblock, and then suplexed him out of the corner and to the center of the ring. An elbow drop to the gut winded Wallace and he was then easy pickings to be piledriven to the mat, following which Ian smilingly pressed himself down over Wallace's face and chest and counted the pin - 1, 2, 3. Ian laughed his head off, tired as he was, and started haranguing the swimmers that they couldn't even beat him two-on-one. They rolled their eyes, making off-hand remarks involving the word 'luck' quite a lot, and all three sat down for a few minutes, to rest before Timon would go it alone against Ian and Wallace. "You know, Timon, you have to last an hour now," Ian teased as they relaxed. Timon just smiled, eying the muscleboy hungrily as he waited calmly for the beat-down he knew would eventually come. In a few minutes, all three agreed it was time to start again, and took to the ring.

Ian and Wallace decided to start double-teaming immediately. So the three of them locked up at the center of the ring, and Ian and Wallace easily backed Timon into the ropes, where he ducked out of the collar-and-elbow and under their arms to get to the center of the ring. When the other two turned around, he tried to clothesline them out of the ring, but Ian saw it coming and lifted a foot high enough that it connected hard with Timon's chest. The swimboy's feet went out from under him, and he landed on his back only to be pulled back up by Ian, and thrown into the ropes as setup for a hiptoss by Wallace. Ian followed up by leg-dropping the fallen swimmer, while Wallace tied his legs into a figure-four leglock. Timon wailed from the pain in his legs, but held on. As Wallace held the leglock, Ian took advantage of Timon's being stuck prostrate on the mat. Ian dropped a number of elbows onto the boy's chest before kneeling next to him and beginning to punch at his abs.

Timon was hurting as Wallace stretched his legs to snapping and Ian pounded his gut, but had to make it at least past ten minutes if he was going to keep his friends' respect. Ian stopped punching, to Timon's relief, but the swimmer was soon disappointed again. Ian moved to sitting on Timon's chest, his muscular bum practically choking the boy as he dug his fingers into Timon's gut for a vicious ab claw. Timon considered giving but decided against as the two submission holds continued at the hands of his friends. Ian got tired eventually of mashing Timon's abs and let go, ordering Wallace to let go as well. Timon balled up around his aching abdominal region as Ian and Wallace conferred on what to do next. They decided soon and Ian pulled Timon to his feet and into an abdominal stretch, freely grabbing the top rope to increase the hold's effectiveness. Meanwhile, Wallace knelt in front of Timon and continued the gutpunching Ian had started earlier, hitting the boy in the nuts whenever he seemed he was getting over the impacts.

Timon wanted to give, but a glance at the clock told him he'd been in for only ten minutes and he'd set a personal goal of fifteen minimum. So he held out, and after another minute in the hold, with his groin now radiating pain throughout his body, he was allowed to fall to the mat. Ian soon muscled Timon into a corner, where he and Wallace stomped the boy till he was lying with his upper back on the bottom turnbuckle. "I'm gonna ride you, Timon," laughed Ian, and Timon was unable to stop him as he stepped back, and leapt onto Timon's chest, straddling him as he jumped up and down, repeatedly smashing his ass into the swimmer's chest. Timon would have enjoyed it, but was too beat. Ian pulled him by an ankle to the center of the mat, where he was turned back-up. Ian and Wallace stood over him, straddling him, and sat at the same time, letting their full weight fall onto Timon's back. Over and over they did this, seven times total, until Timon screamed his submission, and then they just sat there for a few minutes while all three rested for the final submission.

Wallace gulped as he realized it was now his turn. Ian had hardly broken a sweat, buff as he was, and Timon was bound to be furious about the crotch abuse of the last round. What had Wallace gotten himself into?, he thought as he got up off of Timon and stood in a corner watching the two bigger teens conspiring quietly, Ian's body pressed down over Timon's as they whispered to each other. Wallace couldn't help but think of how lucky Timon was at that moment... But Ian soon got up, his groin sliding briefly along Timon's abs as he pulled himself to standing, and then helped the swimmer to his feet. "Ready to go?" asked Ian, smiling at Wallace. The smaller boy swallowed back his trepidation and nodded, "yeah, sure, who'm I starting against?" He was relieved as Ian silently started to step out to the apron, but quickly returned his disappointment as the wrestler smiled a broad, wide smile and said, "both of us." Wallace's stomach felt heavier suddenly, and he just gulped down an, "okay."

Ian and Timon approached, and Timon lifted his hands to challenge Wallace to a test of strength, the same way he'd begun the match with Robby. Wallace scoffed at the pointlessness of it, but lifted his hands and locked with Timon, who easily powered him over backwards. Ian just watched as Timon used his superior musculature to bend Wallace over and lay him on his back, then climbing to sit on his stomach in a schoolboy pin. "This is going to be fun," Timon laughed as Wallace struggled to get free. While Timon sat, playfully slapping Wallace's face to distract him, Ian took each of the boy's ankles in hand, and soon stomped hard into his groin, taking the young swimmer by surprise and sending shards of pain radiating through his body. Timon got up after one more slap accross Wallace's face, and he and Ian smiled down at the teen as he balled up. Timon pulled Wallace to his feet, and threw him into the rope. The smaller boy ducked a lariat by Timon, but was nailed by Ian with a knee to the midsection, causing him to flip onto his back.

Ian pulled him right back up, and lifted him into a bearhug. Wallace was still pretty with it, and tried to get his arms down into the hold, but Ian's grip was strong, squeezing him hard. Timon watched, continuing to recover from his pounding as Wallace's consciousness gradually succumbed to the strength of Ian's arms. Ian looked at Wallace's young face, mere inches away, as the energy drained from his eyes. Ian smiled, and loosened his grip, allowing Wallace to slide down his body to the mat. Ian did not want to put him out. He wanted to hear his smaller friend scream a submission which would assert Ian's dominance over his swimmer friends. Ian allowed Timon to pull Wallace to his feet, and lock the boy into a full nelson, exposing to Ian the swimmer's lean torso. Held by the taller swimmer, Wallace's toes just grazed the mat and he was immobile as Ian began to do what Wallace had done to him earlier with no effect.

Rights and lefts rained heavy upon Wallace's unfortified chest and gut, as the smallest of the friends simply whimpered while the muscleboy turned his muscles to mush with relentless, deep blows. Ian's knuckles were like hammers, driving deep into Wallace's increasingly soft flesh, which felt to its owner as if it had been turned to rubber and stretched and twisted beyond recognition. The force of Ian's blows pushed Timon into a corner, where he continued to hold Wallace up to Ian's assault. Wallace knew he should submit, but wanted to prove, if only by his stamina, that he was a worthy competitor. So Ian kept up the offense, soon reducing his friend's meagre abdominal muscles to useless. Ian could feel the lack of resistance, and so looked at Timon, who nodded ominously, and lifted a knee against Wallace's ass, giving Ian an new mark, wide open. Ian measured the shot, drew back, and slammed his fist into Wallace's groin, grimacing himself at the heinousness of the blow, as Wallace screamed, white fire spreading through his pelvis, gut and extremities to the point that he was sure he would vomit. Timon let go, and he crumpled in a ball to the mat.

Timon and Ian sat in a corner of the ring for a few minutes talking, letting Wallace recover sufficiently from the preceeding blow that he wouldn't immediately submit when next approached. Meanwhile, Wallace held himself tight, waiting patiently as the fiery pain that had overcome him passed. He imagined he'd deserved that, but had no idea it would be so bad. He felt better, but still not ready, when Ian and Timon got up and approached him. Ian crouched down next to his friend, the position further distending his speedo as he loomed over Wallace, and asked, "you wanna give, man? We understand if you do." Wallace was grateful but at the same time moderately insulted that they thought he couldn't take it. "You guys ain't gettin' off easy - make me give, if you can," was his pained response. A flicker of remorse flashed over Ian's young features, but was soon replaced with cold determination. If Wallace wanted to feel the need to submit, Ian would give him that need beyond his expectations.

Ian pulled Wallace to his feet, still woozy, and threw him at the ropes. Wallace bounced off, and was met by Ian with a side-walk slam which laid him out in the center of the ring, where Timon got involved again with several harsh elbows to Wallace's chest and gut. Ian used his strong legs to return another gift from earlier in the morning - a figure four leg lock, which bent Wallace's legs and put the boy in great pain, though not enough to give. Timon sat behind Wallace's head, and pulled him into a full nelson, bending him towards Ian and causing Ian's foot to press deeper into Wallace's groin, agitating the damage done there earlier. Wallace felt as if his shoulders and knees would simply come apart, but held on despite the pain, increasingly aware of how Ian's foot, aside from causing pain, was arousing him. This was infinitely obvious in the speedo, and Ian did not fail to notice it and laugh about it when he finally released the leglock and got up.

Timon held the nelson, using it to pull the smaller teen to his feet, but then released Wallace and backed him into a corner. Ian and Timon both approached, and stomped Wallace into a heap on the bottom turnbuckle. More reciprocation ensued as each took turnes with a bronco buster, riding the teen for awhile before getting up off his aching chest. Wallace was winded and wondered how much he could go on, but was increasingly motivated by his excitement at this treatment from Ian, which he hadn't expected. When they were done, the bigger boys each took an ankle and dragged him to the center of the mat, where they made a wish with his legs, snapping them apart and causing more pain to his groin. Wallace, while rolling around in pain, happened to glance at the clock, and noticed that he'd endured for over a half an hour, and almost forty minutes. The tendency to submit he had been feeling vanished as it dawned upon him that if he could last only 20 more minutes, he'd beat Ian's hour.

This realization gave the lightweight a second wind, and he started to get up. Ian and Timon just watched as Wallace stood, and then Ian mowed him back down with a high-kick to the chest. Again they waited, and again Wallace found his way to his feet. This time, Timon took him back down with a clothesline. Wallace was getting up quicker each time, and soon was up again, only for Ian to whip him into the ropes lift a knee into his gut as he rebounded. Wallace flipped over to the mat, and, after holding his gut for a moment, got back up. Ian approached and punched him in the gut, doubling him over into position for a powerbomb from which Wallace did not get up so quickly. And when he did, he did so into a sleeper from Timon, whose arms wrapped tightly around the already-tired teen's neck. Ian walked around to face Wallace and held a fist up for the swimmer to see before beginning again to pound his gut Wallace was caught between the tiredness induced by the sleeper and the pain of the gutpunches, but was determined to beat Ian's time. Timon's arms were not quite in the right position, so the sleeper lacked the effectiveness it could have had, but it still served to hold the lightweight in place for Ian's gut torture.

Ian soon began offering submittal chances after each blow, but Wallace continued to refuse, even as Ian's punches got harder and harder. Finally, Ian gave up, and Timon handed Wallace to him. Ian reapplied the same hold Timon had just had on the swimmer, but also wrapped his legs round Wallace's waist and squeezed there. Wallace couldn't hold Ian up, and fell, rolling back to where he was leaning back into Ian's hold. Ian's sleeper was perfect, and the pressure from it combined with the scissor was taking a heavy toll, to the point where the pec claw Timon applied, though harsh and painful, could not ward off the sleep that soon came. As he passed out, Wallace looked around for the clock, and realized it was behind him. He had no chance of moving, held as he was by Ian's massively strong arms and legs. So he simply enjoyed how long he had lasted, and how close he was to Ian, and fell asleep.

Timon noticed first that Wallace had stopped struggling, and released the pec claw. He waved a hand in front of Wallace's face, and tested his arm, telling Ian that the boy had been knocked out. Ian smiled, and slowly loosened the sleeper and scissors, but held Wallace so that he wouldn't flop over and wake himself up. "Timon, grab a pillow from the back - let's let him sleep," requested Ian. As Timon looked for a pillow, Ian just let Wallace sleep, his head on the wrestler's chest, and when a removed sofa cushion was brought in, Ian very gently rested Wallace's head on it. "He's earned a nap, don't you think?" asked Ian, and Timon smiled and nodded. The swimmer looked, then, at the clock, and said, "You won. He only lasted forty-five minutes."

Ian, getting dressed, responded quietly, "Let's not tell him that. He lasted an hour and two minutes, understand?" There was a finality in Ian's voice which allowed Timon only to nod, and get dressed. By the time they had set the gym back in order for the afternoon, Wallace was waking up. They thrilled him with his victory as he got dressed, and the three friends walked home to Ian's house.