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Chapter 5 A Change of Plan
"We're not completing the dog story today!" announced Clive, as he let me in to the studios. "We couldn't get the hire of the house on location again until next week, so we're bringing forward a video shoot."
He led the way to the theatre, which had been transformed. There was a square plastic covered thick foam mattress in the centre of the auditorium, about the size of a boxing ring, but without the ropes. In one corner was a chair, and diagonally opposite, two chairs. The seats, normally in rows facing the stage, had been re-arranged to surround the ring. The stage curtains were closed.
"We're doing a wrestling video!" beamed Clive. "But I've never done any wrestling!" I protested. "And in any case the contract is for series of stills, not videos!" "Yes, I know, I know!" said Clive soothingly. I was surprised - I had been expecting him to point out an all but invisible clause in the contract that I hadn't spotted. "OK! I'm asking you to do this, and I'm willing to pay you an extra £500. Cash in hand! You'll have to perform to the letter of your instructions, though!" he added. "It doesn't matter that you know nothing of wrestling - it's more an entertainment, grappling with each other to titillate the viewers, not professional stuff!" he replied.
"OK! I'm here now, so I may as well have a go, I suppose," I agreed somewhat reluctantly, but at the same time thinking about the extra immediate cash. "Come backstage, then. Jane's about to brief everybody."
It seems I had been the last to arrive. Barbara, Shirley, Pat, and Susie, were there, plus Geoff and David. They were sitting in a row of chairs with their backs to the curtain. Obviously they had agreed to take part. Jane was there with her clipboard. I took a seat.
"Here's the order of bouts!" announced Jane. "First David wrestles Ian. Then it's Barbara versus Shirley, and Pat versus Susie." "What about me?" asked Geoff, the blond thirty year old, with a tremendous physique, and by the look of his bulge, a cock to match. "You're the ref," explained Jane.
"No hurtful stuff," she continued. "We want to see lots of groping in intimate places. That means sometimes letting your opponent get a grip on you that you would normally try to prevent. There's no embargo on hands inside clothes, partial exposure, anything to interest the video viewers! If you feel a hand groping you - let it, whoever it belongs to!" "How does a bout end?" asked Geoff. "A combatant loses when he or she has had his face sat on for a count of ten!" smiled Jane. "But the end doesn't come until there has been enough pre-entertainment. The referee will whisper to the fighters when to go for the kill, when he feels there's been enough of the preliminaries."
"Now for the later bouts," cut in Clive. "The winner of the men's bout fights the two winners of the ladies bouts, and the men's loser fights the two losing ladies. Then the overall winner fights the overall loser." He paused to let that sink in.
"This all seems a bit one sided and sexist," complained David. "Two women on to one man, whether we win or lose!" "That's the way the story is written. It fits with the customer profile of the video marketing firm," replied Jane. "Most likely the men will come off worse!" she shrugged.
Clive cut in. "Women will be wearing bikini bottoms, and men, jockstraps," he said. "Geoff will be wearing shorts."
"Off you go to the dressing room, and get changed. Return to the stage for the start of the contest," instructed Jane. "Geoff, you stay behind for a few minutes, I need to give you a special briefing," she added, dismissing us.
I opened the locker that had a tag with my name on it, and was soon stripped and dressed in nothing but a very small silver jockstrap, trainers, and socks. I put on a fresh white towelling gown that came with the kit. It was short sleeved, and didn't quite reach as low as the bottom of the cheeks of my bum. It fastened with a towelling belt, which drew it up slightly higher. I knew it was useless complaining, so I returned to the stage.
We now awaited the return of Geoff, who had arrived in the dressing room as we were leaving. Soon he appeared in the tightest pair of shorts you ever saw. You could clearly see the outline of his cock. It was even obvious that he was circumcised, and that was when he was limp!
Clive started filming as David and I followed Geoff off the stage to the ring. As we went through the curtains we were gobsmacked What we had thought was to be a private videoing, turned out to be a performance in front of a live audience! Every seat was occupied, and they started clapping as we appeared. David and I made our way to opposite corners, and took a seat.
Geoff announced David and I as the first contest. We removed our gowns, and handed them to Geoff. Jane rang the bell. David and I started groping each other, falling about the ring, not having much clue as to what constituted a good wrestling tactic. Eventually I got a leg over one of his knees, and between his legs, slipped my hand under the end of what would have been the gusset of his jockstrap, and got a hold on his hairy bollocks. I squeezed, not too hard, but enough to make him tense.
David twisted round, and inched down the front of my jockstrap, exposing half of my cock. He slapped it playfully, and I let him. The audience loved it, and so did Clive with the camera. We broke.
We moved together again, and before long we were rolling on the floor. "Hold it there!" whispered David, "I've got a good one for the crowd! Do the same to me as I do to you" I wondered what on earth he was on about. He knelt on the floor, straddling my chest, and faced my feet. He put his thumbs in the elastic of my jockstrap, and so I did the same to his. He then straightened his body out, moving his head towards my feet, dragging my jockstrap with him, slipping it off the end of my toes. AS he did this, he also straightened his legs, allowing me to pull his off. We both held our trophies aloft, and the crowd roared.
We stood up and I went deep red as the audience cheered, seeing my hairless state, and shouted "Get a haircut!"
We continued fighting in the nude, and Geoff came up and parted us, whispering "OK - now you can fight to the death!"
Goodness knows what real wrestlers must have thought, as neither of us really knew what we were doing, except we were desperately trying to get each other on the ground. Soon we were rolling around, and David managed to get his arse on my face. "Hold it there, Ian!" called Geoff, and started counting. I could smell the sweat of David's crotch, as he straddled my face, his prick hanging down, just resting on my lips. I put my tongue out, and licked the end. It notched up a fraction.
When I was counted out, we put our gowns on, and I was picking curly hairs out of my mouth as we returned to the stage, and put our jockstraps back on.
Then the two female bouts took the ring. At the end of those, Shirley and Pat emerged the two winners, and I was now pitted against Susie and Barbara.
My heart sank. Could I, single-handed, really beat two women working together to defeat me?
"Get a move on!" whispered Jane, urgently. "Geoff has announced you!" The three of us made our way down to the ring. Then there was a pause, and I noticed David, in his gown, going round the audience selling raffle tickets. Eventually he signalled that he had covered everybody, and Geoff beckoned us into the centre of the ring. "Gowns, please!" he instructed. We removed our gowns, and returned to our corners.
Jane rang the bell. We circled each other, the girls uncovered tits bobbing up and down as they moved. I slid a hand round Susie's left tit, and fondled it. The nipple stood our hard and red. Meanwhile, Barbara had moved behind me, and slipped her hand round in front of me and down the inside of my jockstrap. The audience were loving it! Soon, the three of us were rolling around on the floor, Susie holding the front of my trunks down, while Barbara started licking my cock. I had to let them, and soon I had the inevitable hard on. They pulled my cover back up, and we got up again, my erect cock now being too long to be contained in the brief jockstrap, just peeking out through the elastic waistband.
I was just in the act of trying to get Susie's knickers off, when Barbara had me down on the ground again, and was straddled across my stomach, her hands holding my shoulders to the floor.
At this stage, Geoff made an announcement. "Congratulations!" he said to the audience. "You have contributed £193 to Amnesty International by buying our raffle tickets. We will now draw two tickets!" What on earth was the prize, I wondered, and why had the contest been paused at this stage?
Susie put her hand into the bucket Geoff was holding up, and drew out a ticket. "Number 47!" she called. A young lady of about nineteen, blonde and attractive, with a big bust and shapely arse, came out with her ticket. Susie drew another. "Number 72!" she called. This time a very camp-looking twenty something lad minced up to the ring.
Geoff, the perfect showbiz host, asked them their names. "Tracey!" answered the bird. "And what are your interests?" asked Geoff. "Men's cocks, mainly, and after that, their balls and arseholes!" Ask a stupid question, thought Geoff. "And you?" he asked of the camp guy, studiously mincing around the ring. "Rupert!" he replied. "And interests?" "The same as Tracey's!" he answered, and his reply nearly brought the house down.
I wondered why I was still being held down by Barbara, and it suddenly occurred to me that I was the prize!
"Help yourselves!" offered Geoff to the two raffle winners, gesturing towards me. Susie took hold of my feet and held them apart, and Barbara shifted off me, and held my hands above my head. I knew I was not even allowed to struggle. What would they decide to do to me?
"First we'll punish him for allowing himself to be overcome by mere women!" suggested Tracey. She asked for a chair to be brought into the ring, and for Susie and Barbara to put me over her lap.
When I was in position, Tracey suggested Rupert might like to shield my balls from accidentally getting hit. Needing no encouragement, Rupert slid his hand under my balls, and cupped both them and my prick. "Ooh, he's so smooth!" remarked Rupert camply, feeling my lack of any hair around my genitals.
His hand twitched as Tracey spanked, squeezing gently in time with the spanking. Tracey's strokes were very light, almost caressing, and before the sixth and final blow, I had been unable to restrain the building of another hard on.
"Your turn, Rupert!" offered Tracey. Rupert requested that I be returned to my earlier position, face up and spreadeagled. Barbara and Susie lost no time in manipulating me as requested, and, sharply tugging the elastic of my jockstrap, severed it at each side. The flimsy garment fell away, exposing my hard on for all to see.
Rupert now proceeded to divest me of my trainers and socks. Naked, and hairless, exposed to the world, I was held down in case I decided to rebel against my instructions to submit. Still, I thought, there was £500 cash in hand in this! I relaxed, and let Rupert close his mouth round my hard cock.
I felt his tongue play against the shaft and the glans. I heard Geoff whisper: "Don't make him come! He's a lot more work to do yet!"
With a final flourish of his tongue, Rupert relinquished his new found toy, my prick, and the audience applauded. His confidence at a high, the devil in him prompted him to whisk Barbara's bikini bottom off as he and Tracey left the stage. Then Geoff was whispering to the three of us: "Go for the kill!"
I didn't have a chance to get up! In that position, Barbara only had to shift her position slightly, and sit on my face. A hairy cunt lowered itself onto my mouth, and while Geoff was counting me out, I licked the lips of Barbara's vagina, before my tongue started to wear itself out on her clitoris.
Geoff got to ten, and Susie let go of my feet, but Barbara stayed put. "Keep going!" she moaned, grabbing hold of my prick, and holding it on to it hard. "Don't stop!" In the end, Geoff had to pull her off me, or we would never have got to the next bout!
I stood up, and looked to Geoff for my gown. He threw it to Susie, and soon I was running around the ring, stark naked, my hard on flapping against my stomach as I ran. Then Susie threw it into the audience, and I had to run the gauntlet, as it passed from person to person. Hands reached up to feel me, and touch me up, as I chased the gown. Eventually, it came to rest on the lap of a little old lady, who offered it to me. I was just about to take it, but she said I was a naughty boy, and would only return it to me if she could spank my bottom.
I bent over her lap, and allowed her to get on with it. She had a surprising sting to her slap, for a frail-looking old lady. When she had finished spanking me, she insisted on me facing her while I put on the gown, and she played with my prick as I put my arms through the sleeves, and knotted the belt. What a nightmare! It was with great relief that I returned to the relative security of the stage.
Jane came up from the auditorium, and explained the rules for the finals. "The final will be between the overall winner and the overall loser. As Ian is definitely the overall loser, it will be between Ian, and either David, or Shirley and Pat. Irrespective of their current state of dress, all combatants will be required to fight nude." That was the first bit of good news I had heard for ages, since I was already naked anyway.
Now Geoff was announcing the bout between David and Shirley with Pat. Out they went, and, soon divested of their gowns, the fight commenced. We talked among ourselves, Susie and Barbara discussing their desire to get hold of my cock and wank it till it came, while my tongue was licking the lips of their cunts, and then to do it again, while my tongue was licking their clitoris. Halfway through this conversation, Susie got up and undid my gown. "Don't be shy - let's have a look at it while we're talking about it!" she protested, parting my knees as my gown fell away..
They continued their conversation, watching fascinated as it ever so slowly rose again as it listened to what they were threatening to do to it.
Thus the time was whiled away, and the conversation had ended and I had covered myself up again when the wrestlers returned. Believe it or not, David had won, having stripped the two women naked with the help of the winners of another raffle draw.
David was therefore declared the overall winner, and I, the overall loser!
Geoff announced the final, and we went out in our gowns. Under our gowns we were both nude, and it showed below the high hemlines. It wasn't long before Geoff demanded our gowns, leaving us wearing nothing at all. David and I had a quiet word with each other before returning to our corner. Simultaneously we both grabbed hold of Geoff, and ripped his shorts off him, tearing them to shreds so that they were unusable. Clive loved this unscripted ad-libbing to his video.
Geoff now ordered us back to our corners, and at Jane's prompting, the four ladies came down from the stage. "And for the final, each combatant has a couple of seconds!" announced Geoff. The four of them stood in the middle of the ring, each facing a different direction, and calmly stripped off, and threw their bikinis to the audience.
Then Shirley and Pat went over to David, and Susie and Barbara came to give me support. Or at least that's what I had assumed.
Instead, Barbara pinned me down to the chair, whilst Susie knelt down in front of me, and worked on restoring my hard on, which had subsided since I left the stage. David, in the opposite corner, was getting the same treatment.
Jane waited until we were both sporting erections before ringing the bell, and David and I were soon in close contact. Pushing against each other, our pricks frequently coming into contact with each other's, or with our opponent's arse. Shifting, moving, rubbing against each other, our pricks refusing to go limp, enjoying the action too much.
It wasn't long before Geoff hissed: "Kill!"
And then I suddenly felt David's hands grab my balls from behind, and with a push, we were both tumbling to the ground, and I felt his knee in the small of my back. The audience cheered. He turned me over, and soon my nose was halfway up his arse, and, for want of something better to do, my tongue was licking the base of his hairy balls. Geoff counted to ten, and declared David the winner. David remained in position.
Geoff called Susie from my corner, to select two more raffle tickets.
Two men claimed their prize, one in his twenties, and the other, getting on for seventy. As they entered the ring, Geoff suggested, over the mike, that as everyone else in the ring was naked, they might like to join in the spirit of the moment. They both seemed agreeable, and within seconds, had stripped off, and taken over from David by grabbing hold of me. One, with a vice like grip, clamped my ankles to the floor, after spreading my legs to their maximum without dislocating me, while the other held my arms above my head.
My torso was completely exposed, and I had no means of protecting myself from whatever may now come my way. Still sporting a hard on from the bout, this was soon going to be over, whatever. The younger man, who was holding my ankles, decided to lean over, and helped himself to a few licks of my prick, which started straining again.
Then David moved in, and took great pleasure in alternately kneading and stroking it. I was getting as fruity as hell, when his lips parted, and he slipped them over it, taking my whole prick into his mouth, sliding his lips up and down the shaft, his tongue never still. I groaned. "I'm coming!" I exclaimed. David promptly released me, and held my prick at right angles to my body, so the entire audience would get a good view of my ultimate humiliation. I came, spurting from my reddened, enlarged prick, all over my stomach,. Just when I thought I had that was it, I had a second wave.
When I had finished, I lay back exhausted. Everyone left the ring, Geoff flinging my gown at me as he left. I reached out for it, wiped myself with it, and the stood up and put it on. I got a louder cheer from the audience than anyone else the entire evening!
I went back stage, and on to the dressing room. Forcing myself into the two person shower that was already occupied by David and two of the women. The hot water sprayed over me soothingly. It was delicious! Before I could reach for the shower gel, Barbara got hold of it, and started lathering me. David helped. Would you believe, before long I had a hard on again?
"OK all!" called Jane from the dressing room. "I'll call you tomorrow and let you know if the doggy story has the go-ahead. If it does, I want you all on top form! It's quite a demanding story!"
Oh no! My balls already felt squeezed dry - would I be up to it?
.... To be continued