Ben's Match

Title: Ben's Match
Author: Blythe
Link: https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/menstrippednaked/conversations/messages/7762

Ben had really been looking forward to his intercession vacation. Aside from seeing his family, he looked forward to seeing many of his buddies from high school who be home around the same time. As a college sophomore, Ben still maintained friendships with a number of the guys he'd played football with in high school. As quarterback and team captain, Ben had led his team to a championship season that was one of his school's all time bests.

Things were starting off slowly, though. Ben had finished up classes early and as a surprise came home two days earlier than expected. His family all had plans he didn't want to join in, and his friends had not gotten back into town yet. And he had no vehicle, since his parents and sister were using the two family cars.

As Ben looked through the local paper, he saw that a few towns away they were holding Pro Wrestling matches at the local high school. It was a down and dirty independent wrestling league, but Ben thought it might be fun. He could walk to the train station, take a train to the town and then walk to the matches. He'd been a long time wrestling fan and had wrestled some in high school.

Ben arrived at the matches, got a decent seat and decided to take a leak before the matches began. As he was zipping up, he heard someone yell out "Hey asshole!" Ben didn't recognize the guy yelling, a big dude about 6'2" and maybe 230 pounds, just slightly on the wrong side of stocky.

The guy got in his face and was yelling about the fact that Ben's high school football team had stolen a game from his team and that Ben had a lot of nerve showing his face in this town. Ben was unimpressed and said "Lighten up. That was like two years ago. It's ancient history."

But the guy grabbed Ben and soon they were wrestling on the floor of the men's room. It didn't last long, because from out of nowhere four security men appeared and separated them. It turns out this other guy, Lenny, was a little stoned and had some joints in his shirt pocket, which the security men found. The two were brought to a back office, where the wrestling promoter was sitting in a make-shift office.

"Fighting and drugs! Are you two trying to get me shut down? Can you give me one good reason I shouldn't call the cops and have you both thrown in jail?"

That was the last thing Ben wanted, but it was Lenny who spoke. "Please, mister, give us a break. I'll do anything. I just can't get busted again."

The promoter thought for a minute, then said, "Well, I was young once, too. How would you like to settle your dispute and make some money at the same time? Sign a waiver and I'll pay you to wrestle each other in the ring. The winner gets $200 and the loser gets $100. You can even wear masks so nobody will know who you are. What do you say?"

Ben wasn't so sure. Lenny was a brute. And although Ben, at 6" and 185 was in better shape, Lenny still had about 40 pounds on him, and Ben didn't want to get killed or humiliated in front of a bunch of people. "It's that or the police" the promoter continued, "and you'll have to wrestle by our rules. I don't want you killing each other." That helped lead Ben to accept the match. Besides, he could use the money. Lenny was all for it… getting off the hook, making some money and getting to kick Ben's ass all over the ring.

Once he realized he was in full control of the two guys, the promoter started thinking. "Take them to the visitor's team locker room while I think up a routine for them and find something for them to wear" he told the security guards. "And take their clothes so they don't get cold feet and try to skip out on us." He then went out to the two semi-pro wrestlers who were waiting on stand-by for a match and told them he wouldn't be needing them tonight. They were pissed off as they left the building, but the promoter figured, "Why pay them $500 each when I can get these kids for $300?"

The visitor's locker room was separate from the main locker where the paid pro wrestlers were getting ready. Ben was getting nervous as he stripped out of his clothes. He had a great looking face, nice dark hair, cut kind of short, and a body that showed he was an athlete and worked out regularly. Big arms, a big chest, ripped abs, small waist and bubble butt made him really attractive. His only shortcoming, so to speak, was his dick. It was a grower. Although it reached a respectable seven inches hard, it was only about three inches at rest. And at the beach or when he got nervous, it would

shrink even more, the head receding in to his ample foreskin. He was real happy when the security men let him stop stripping once he reached his white boxers.

Lenny was considerably less inhibited. He was out of his shirt and pants and down to his red bikini briefs in a flash. Because of his extra weight, the briefs rode low, especially in the back, giving Lenny a permanent plumber's crack exposure.

Meanwhile the promoter made his selection from wardrobe and came into the locker room. It wasn't unusual for him to fill his card with local semi-professionals, so he always had extra gear on hand. Ben was a looker who would please the ladies and any gays in attendance. And Lenny actually was built like he could be a wrestler.

He gave both guys masks to go with their outfits. Ben's was a thin, tight light blue lycra mask that fit smoothly and tightly over his face like a second skin, making him unrecognizable without distorting his good looks. Lenny's mask was a yellow dog face, which was almost an improvement. Ben got an old light blue nylon singlet to complete his outfit, while Lenny got long yellow tights. There were also two graying, stained, dirty looking jock straps.

"You don't expect us to wear those, do you?" Ben asked. "It's your choice", the promoter replied. "It's either these or you'll be going commando, unless you have a thong on under those boxers."

Ben wasn't about to wear the dirty looking jock strap. He turned away from the others, slipped out of his boxers and quickly pulled on the singlet. It seemed like it was a medium when he should have had a large, but there were no mirrors in the dressing room for him to check himself out. He tried to arrange his dick so that it wasn't too obvious, but the singlet didn't allow much room for maneuvering. Lenny took one of the jock straps and put it on. It didn't do much to disguise his fat eight inch dick, and the dark jock strap showed through the yellow tights. Lenny's tights were actually a little big and he was glad to have a drawstring for some extra support in keeping them up. He sucked in his gut and tied it as tight as he could around his more than ample waist. The security men then locked their clothes up in one of the lockers.

The promoter looked them over as they put on their masks. "Too bad the good looking one's got a small dick," he thought too himself. "You guys will wrestle barefoot." he said. That would save him from having to find them wrestling boots that fit and keep them from kicking each other too hard.

They were also reminded to not try any of the stunts they had seen on TV and not to do anything that would result in permanent injury to the other guy. They were told it was to be a submission match. The referee would be outside the ring and only come in when one guy submitted. Ten minutes later they were ready to go on. Ben was introduced as "Pretty Boy Blue" and Lenny was called "The Yellow Cur", although neither of them heard the announcements. Before they went out they were both given a sixteen-ounce bottle of liquid to drink that would help them sweat for the crowd and both were sprayed with a mist of water from water bottles to simulate a new sweat. Ben was starting to sweat on his own though.

Ben cut quite a figure in the ring. The too small singlet accented his fine body and terrific ass. And the stretched out light blue nylon started to go transparent on the spots of his body which were already wet. It wasn't long until you could see his big round nipples through the singlet. And there was a wet spot forming and working its way down to the crack in his big bubble ass. As it became wetter and bigger, there was a clear view of the crack of Ben's ass, just as if he were naked. It did not go unnoticed by the audience.

But Ben didn't have much time to worry about his outfit. Lenny lunged at him almost immediately. Ben moved aside and Lenny did a belly flop on the mat, much to the delight of the crowd who hooted

and laughed. A bull-like charge at Ben resulted in Lenny being further insulted as Ben once again was too fast for him, this time tripping Lenny and sending him through the ropes to the well-padded floor around the ring. Not only was Lenny embarrassed, but his fall broke the drawstring of his tights, which had been flimsy to begin with and stretched beyond endurance. As Lenny climbed back into the ring, he was unaware that his yellow tights were at half-mast in the back. The crowd was treated to a look at more of Lenny's hairy ass most of them wanted to see. The laughter tipped him off, however, and he pulled them up, turning his increased anger to Ben.

Lenny moved more purposefully toward Ben now and wound up catching him face to face in a bear hug. Lenny huge hands encircled Ben and grabbed Ben's singlet at the same time as he lifted Ben off the ground, totally under his control.

This time it was Ben's turn for humiliation. As Lenny lifted, Ben's singlet rode up and gave him a super wedgie. Both gorgeous globes made their stage debut and the crowd went crazy! Lenny thought they were cheering for him and his wrestling skill, so he held Ben higher and paraded him around the ring for all sides to see.

When Lenny got tired of his hold, he dumped Ben to the ground. Lenny got Ben's head in a scissors hold, and as Ben struggled to escape, Lenny saw what the crowd had been laughing at. Ben's big white ass was pretty much totally exposed. And his white cheeks were set off by the fact that he had a great tan line. Whack! Lenny smacked Ben's ass as hard as he could. Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack! Again and again, Lenny let Ben have it on his right ass cheek. Lenny wanted to see if he could make the two cheeks different colors and was doing a great job. Ben's right cheek had turned crimson, while his unslapped left cheek remained white. The crowd roared in approval. Ben managed to get his arm around and pull his singlet down in an attempt to offer some protection for his bruised right cheek, but it was only a moment of cover. From his position of power, Lenny easily grabbed and pulled at the singlet again, this time tearing the old material a little at the side as he once again gave Ben a super wedgie. The two-inch tear meant that Ben's right cheek would be at least partially exposed for the rest of the match, no matter what Ben did. Lenny laughed to himself at his handiwork.

Meanwhile, Ben was sweating hard, but Lenny was sweating like a pig. This resulted in both guys looking as if they had been doused with water. There was an audible gasp from the crowd as Lenny picked Ben up in a full nelson. Ben's wet blue singlet had gone completely transparent in the front. It was as if he were up there in the ring naked. Now there was more laughter at Ben's expense. The women were shaking their heads in regret over Ben's small package which, true to form, had shriveled up to about two and a half inches. The audience had to look hard to see it, but they could make it out, the now tiny dick surrounded by a mass of dark pubic hair and two nice sized balls, which only served to make Ben's dick look smaller. The fabric was now so transparent and the view was so good, you could actually tell he was circumcised,.

It was about this time that Ben was first able to get a good look at himself. He looked down as he lifted his legs, trying to get free from the bear hug, and was aghast to realize he could see his dick, balls and pubic hair through the fabric. He had to get out of there and fast.

In a super-human effort, Ben shook loose from Lenny and slid down to the floor. Lenny took the opportunity to start kicking at Ben's stomach...and not the make-believe kind of kicks, but real ones. Ben grabbed on to one of Lenny's legs and while Lenny was trying to literally shake him off, accidentally pulled down Lenny's tights. Lenny tripped and went over on his back. Ben tried to jump on him and pin him, but it didn't seem to matter since there was no ref in the ring anyway. After a few shots to the gut, Ben decided enough was enough and headed for the ropes to leave the ring. Lenny caught him by one of the straps of his singlet just as he was almost out, and pulled him back into the ring. Lenny pulled up his tights with one hand as he held on to Ben with the other. Once he had both hands free he grabbed Ben's other singlet strap and started to swing Ben around the ring. But after only a short while Ben lost his balance and, as he fell toward the mat, both straps tore and Ben went flying. Now Ben was strapless in a flimsy singlet and outclassed by his opponent. A kick in the stomach doubled Ben over and he felt the end was near. Even though Lenny was barefoot, those kicks really knocked the wind out of him.

Next thing Ben new, he was up in the air and Lenny had him over his back in a backbreaker. "Shit, this really hurts!" thought Ben. If anyone hadn't seen Ben's small package before, they sure couldn't miss it now. Lenny carried him from corner to corner. Lenny was just showing off his strength, but Ben was showing off his little dick through the now transparent singlet, which once again was generating laughs and hoots from the crowd.

Lenny got tired of the backbreaker and started to lower Ben head first toward the mat. Ben was in front of Lenny, held upside down facing him as he went down, and as Ben's head became even with Lenny's crotch, Lenny grabbed the back of his head and shoved Ben's head up against his dick, rotating it like Ben was a puppet. Then, whack, whack, whack! Lenny placed three more hard slaps to Ben's still exposed ass cheek. Ben was powerless and desperate, so he grabbed on to Lenny's tights, once again pushing them downward in the rear. The crowd roared approval at the sight of Lenny's fat ass and Lenny became even more enraged.

Lenny was easily able to hold Ben upside down with one hand as he pulled up his tights. He then used both hands to turn Ben around, so he was still suspended in front of Lenny, but now facing the crowd. Lenny had a new plan for Ben, now. Lenny slowly began to lower Ben to the mat and forcing him into a Boston crab. But Lenny kept a firm grip on Ben's singlet as he did. The effect was that Ben was slowly having his singlet peeled off him. Wiggling and struggling with all his might did Ben no good whatsoever, and actually worked against him. In moments Ben's chest was on the mat and Lenny was putting on the pressure, bending Ben's back the wrong way. But worse still as far as Ben was concerned, Lenny had Ben's ankles and singlet in his hands. As the singlet slid off his body, Ben was appalled when it reached his dick and the shrunken member popped out. Since it was so shrunken, it sort of stood straight out, making it all the more obvious. In a heartbeat, Lenny had Ben's singlet completely off him, still hanging on to his now naked opponent by the legs and ankles. Lenny began laughing as he saw Ben's shriveled dick for the first time. "What happened to your dick, man? I can't believe how fucking small it is!"

Ben fought to get to the ropes and out of the ring. "I give. I submit", he yelled to no avail. The promoter, the crowd and the referee were enjoying this too much to put a stop to it. Ben's only solace was that he had on a mask. He was totally humiliated, naked in the ring, utterly defeated, with his shrunken dick in full retreat as well.

Just when it seemed things couldn't get worse, after waving it several times in the air above his head, Lenny threw Ben's singlet to the crowd. The roar was deafening as they signaled their approval. "How am I going to get back to the lockerroom?" Ben worried. Next the crowd began to chant "We want the Mask. We want the mask!" and Ben's panic increased as he realized what they were saying.

Lenny understood too, and he reached forward to grab the mask. He let go of Ben to work on getting the mask off. As the mask was being pulled off him, Ben took the opportunity to make a break. He broke free and clambered out the ring. Now completely nude, without even the partial covering of the mask, Ben ran down the aisle, one hand over his dick and the other trying to cover his face. Unfortunately, he wasn't familiar with the layout of the auditorium, so instead of heading back to the lockerroom, he wound up by an outdoor exit.

When he realized his mistake, Ben couldn't think of turning back and facing the crowd again, so he just pushed through the doors at the end of the aisle, which lead him right our into the parking lot. "Maybe I can circle around and get back into the lockerroom" he thought. But as he was trying to gain his bearings, Ben quickly realized that fans were now coming out of the same doors to get another look at him. As he looked around in desperation for an escape, he noticed two guys by a pickup truck drinking beer. "Hey guys, I'm in an awful bind. Do you have anything I can wear? Can you help me out?"

The two guys studied Ben carefully for a second or two, then the bigger one said "Get in the back of the truck." Ben jumped into the bed of the pickup and looked around to see if there was anything he could wear. Meanwhile both guys got into the front of the truck. It turns out they were the semi-pro wrestlers who didn't get a chance to wrestle because of Ben and Lenny. As Ben continued to look in the empty pickup bed for something to wear, he heard the truck start and felt the pickup move as they started to drive away. "Where are we going? I'm naked back here!" Ben shouted.

As they drove out of the parking lot, the two guys in the front were very well aware of Ben's predicament. They just hadn't decided what to do about it.