Kevin's week in hell (Part 1)
by TheKev

He had accepted the match because it was Cindy., his biggest rival, and because the contract stipulated that the loser be subject to a two week “punishment” period; TWO – WEEKS! The original wording read “punishment” but it was Kevin himself who put in that, for one of the weeks, the loser had to specifically become the “sex slave” of the winner. This way, win or lose, he would at least get something he’d always wanted; the chance to have a sexual encounter with her, Cindy, the 19 year old wrestling phenomenon whose tight little body he coveted as much as the many titles he held in his position. Even if he lost, he would be under contract to have a sexual encounter with Cindy and that was enough for him, the second week? Who knows what that’s all about but, to him, it would be worth it.

So far, he was surprised that she didn’t target his balls more often during the match, it was after all an “anything goes” match and Kevin had mentally prepared himself to take a lot of punishment to his balls. but the only notable times she went for a nut shot was during a figure 4, he refused to tap out, watching as her gorgeous legs destroyed his, the embarrassing bulge in his shorts was almost a torture in its self, then she slipped a bare foot in and started crushing his package, and it was! He had screamed and groaned from the non-stop dull ache in his balls, but refused to submit. Finally, she had grown tired of trying. The second time was during a “punch out”, he had gotten mad and targeted one of her firm tits instead of her stomach and she had returned the favor by fainting a stomach shot but redirecting to his nuts, putting him down and making the crowd roar in approval. Other than that though, she had made it a surprisingly clean fight.

At this point, she had worked her way behind him and applied a sleeper hold, he struggled and tried to power out of it, about half a minute, he sunk to his knees. She pulled him back so that he was sitting on his butt and then wrapped her legs, Indian style, around his waist. He grunted, half in frustration and half in surprised delight seeing her toned, sexy legs and her bare feet! At this point she released the sleeper, having sufficiently weakened him. She applied a full nelson and then transitioned to a half nelson. With her free hand, she flexed her fingers and put a nerve hold in his armpit.

When he realized that that was her move, he expected it to feel like a clawing sensation, but to his surprise she, almost gently,” pressed” her fingers into his armpit. He gave a short look of confusion as if to say “What the hell is that supposed to do?” And then it hit him. It hit him harder that anything he’d experienced in his life.

Every nerve was on fire from his armpit to his right pectoral, his right ribs, the right side of his stomach, his right nut felt like someone had flicked it as hard as they could and the pain never went away, his right thigh, calf and even the sole of his right foot, felt like they were experiencing the worst cramping he had ever thought possible!

He wanted to scream, he WAS screaming, in his mind; But the nerve hold had severed the connections between his brain and body and it took a long time to get the two to sync up.

In an attempt to shriek, he took in a long GASP of air that sounds like he’s struggling to breath. Crystal smiled wickedly, loving every second of the fact that she was putting him in the worst pain he’d ever experienced just by gently massaging his armpit with three fingers.

At the end of the long gasp, a horrid sound emanated from Kevin’s lips that formed the words “AAAAAAAAAH I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT! I GIVE! I QUIT! AAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

She held the nerve hold for a FULL THIRTY SECONDS longer, grinning the whole time as her sexy 20 year old stud of a rival shrieked and panicked and practically wet himself from her slightest touch, finally letting him go as he fell to the mat. At this point he was literally crying as he put one hand over his right nut and another hand up to his right armpit and sobbed as he writhed on the floor in that position.

Crystal completely ignored him as she celebrated her greatest victory yet! The crowd beside themselves with applause!

After a long celebration, she turned to Kevin, signaled to her aid’s and said “Okay girls, let’s get him ready”.

Two of her sexy assistants strolled over and began tying Kevin’s arms behind his back and blindfolding him. He was still blubbering and groaning from the nerve hold and didn’t put up a lick of protest. He found himself in complete darkness and led out to a car like a piece of furniture. The engine started and he got to listen to the girl’s banal chatter for the whole trip.

At least he would get to have some kind of sexual encounter with Cindy! That made what he just went through bearable as far as he was concerned.

He heard the car stop and the girls get out. His door opened and once again he was being led, this time into a house. His mind had wondered to the possibility of this being a threesome situation with Cindy and the girls, and then, all of his hopes and dreams were crushed as he heard her shout : “Mom! I have a toy for you to play with for a week! Just don’t break him too bad, we have something special for him next week!”

A brief explanation by Cindy, and her mother exclaimed “I haven’t had a nice, muscle bound young man in decades! Thank you sweetheart!

Kevin can tell that the two of them are hugging and embracing over this absolute travesty!.

Cindy says her farewells and the door closes, leaving Kevin alone with her pervy mother! He feels hands caressing his chest and stomach, making a light hearted “mmmmmm!” sound. He was only 20 years old and, dispite his bragging, had a limited sexual history, he always thought he might enjoy having a MILF, but the reality was, he just felt violated.

Light assaulted his eyeballs and he got his first look at Cindy’s mom, or “Mrs. Quinn”, as she liked to be called.
His heart sank. She was by no means ugly, far from it, he could see where Crystal got her looks from, but she was nowhere near as toned, she was larger, not fat, but heavier set with large breasts as opposed to Cindy’s smaller, firmer ones. All in all, he had wanted to have an encounter with his young, slender, sexy rival, and instead, he had to be some older lady’s fuck toy. It was all he could do to keep from crying and his heart grew to truly resent Cindy for doing this to him.

“Mmmmmm, get up Kevy, I’ve got some chores for you to do!” She says halfheartedly, untying his hands only to take his shirt off! He took in a breath to protest but then remembered he’d signed his freedom away, so his response came out in a groan of embarrassment and despair. Next she took his pants off, leaving him in his black speedo, with his lean but muscular torso and legs completely exposed.

“mmm, mmm, mmm” Mrs. Quinn emoted, leaving Kevin feeling like a piece of meat, he actually blushed and stood awkwardly as if he were on display.

“Okay Kevy boy, I want you to start dusting the top of that shelf. “

Looking to see a tall book case, he’s handed a dusting pad and told “Get to dusting, I want you to do it slowly and for at least ten minutes!”

Kevin realizes that in order to dust the top shelf he’ll have to stretch as far as he can on his tip toes, which is exactly what he does. In this position, he feels even more like a slab of meat waiting to be molested, which is exactly what happens. Mrs. Quinn comes up behind him and starts feeling up his upper body, she starts from his muscular upper arms to his biceps, she rubs down his armpits to his chest, playing with his nipples which feels really annoying, and to which he huffs out an irritated “uuuuunh!” Mrs. Quinn responds “Oh, don’t like that do you? Too bad, “m gonna do whatever I want to you!” as she pinches his nipples. Kevin yelps in annoyance at this but continues “dusting”. She molests down to his stomach and then…

Her hand rubs the “bulge” in his shorts eliciting a “UUUNH!” of surprise from Kevin! She follows up with firm rubbing over his shorts of his cock, involuntarily making it harder and harder. Kevin groans half in annoyance and half out of just plain feeling violated, before Mrs Quinn beings rubbing his thighs, down over his calves and even tries to rub his bare feet. Although he’s on his tip toes, she can’t quite get a grip on them, so; in frustration, she harshly tickles the bottom of his feet, causing the poor, muscle bound wrestler to BELLOW in laughter like a little kid, unable to protect himself the way he’s standing. Mrs. Quinn grins deliciously at his situation and moves around to stare at his young sexy body.

She stares at him and he can tell she’s masturbating but he doesn’t want to look, he continues “dusting” and tries to tune out the noise she makes signaling that she’s finished.

“Okay boy, that’s enough, go in the kitchen and get ready , my friends are coming over.”

“WHAT!?” He exclaims in horror, his heart sinking a little further.

… To be continued.