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Hercules Squashes Jerry Allen


Young Jerry Allen is all smiles because he finally gets to wrestle the man he's been itching to match muscles with, the great Hercules. This could really boost his career in Pro Wrestling!

Allen feels a bit nervous, however, when he sees Hercules in a foul mood from wearing these cold steel chains all day. This growling and barking beast is clearly ready to tear into some fresh jobber meat!
 
The muscle men face off, shirtless in the center of the ring.  Jerry Allen knows he is put together nicely, but he can't seem to peel his eyes off the other man's ripped physique.
SCHWING!  Allen begins to question if it was a good idea to challenge this ripped monster after all!  He is in shock as he watches Hercules flex his muscles until they look like carved granite!

As they circle like wild dogs preparing to lock up, young Jerry Allen can feel his opponent (and most of the fans) scanning every inch of his beefy body with hungry eyes.  
Even though he has been banging the weights for weeks before this match, Allen is easily over-powered by Hercules, who forces him into the ropes.
Laughing with pleasure, Hercules slaps on a tight Side Headlock, grinding his rock-hard bicep against the jobber's neck and cheek.  Poor Allen can't breathe under that tight headlock!

The larger man tosses him roughly to the mat, and Allen finds himself in a humiliating position staring at his opponent's boots.  Why oh why did he tell all his friends and family to tune in for this big match?!!

After being kicked onto his back, Allen's heart freezes in terror as he watches the killer come crashing down on him like a ton of bricks.
Like an obedient dog on a leash, Allen is yanked to his feet by the hair.  He doesn't dare resist this powerful hunk, yet he feels like a pussy for submitting to the other man so easily.


This must look pitiful to the folks at home, Allen thinks, as he is scooped up like a child in his daddy's arms.  Then Allen finds himself pleading for mercy as he is dumped over the top rope!

He crashes down onto the thin mat that covers the hard floor.  His flesh slaps the mat like a firecracker.

Poor Jerry Allen knows he must crawl back into the ring to try to redeem himself, but what can he do against this rock-solid slab of chiseled muscle??
As he eagerly tries to pull himself through the ropes, Allen is suddenly dazed and stunned, thanks to a hard boot to the ear from his ruthless opponent!
Once again, Allen's bare flesh slaps down on the hard mat.  He now wishes he could wear more protective gear than just this tight blue speedo, but the promoters ordered him to wear almost nothing into the ring.

The rookie looks up at his enemy, this bearded Alpha Male laughing and celebrating on the ring apron as if he owns the ring.  Allen wants to attack with rage, but his spirit is nearly broken by the repeated punishment this cunning barbarian has dished out.  Clearly Hercules is still aching to deliver some more punishment.


Sure enough, before Jerry can catch his breath, he feels his body again yanked up by the hair...
... and whipped straight into the steel corner post.  CLANG!! His forehead strikes the post like a hammer hitting a bell.
And still this animal has not had enough.  He returns to the ring with a horny look on his face and patiently waits for Jerry to crawl back into the ring for still more abuse.  
Jerry knows he has no chance against this monster.  His will is broken as he allows Hercules to pull him through the ropes by the hair.  Allen is basically afraid to fight back and afraid to run away, so he is at the other man's mercy.
On his knees before his master, Allen waits helplessly for whatever pain that Hercules feels like dishing out.  This is total domination by one man over another!!
OOOOFFF!  He feels like puking after a solid boot to his exposed belly.  Bent over in agony, poor Allen doesn't know how much more of this abuse he can stand.

Should he submit to this man and cry for mercy, admitting to the world that he is weak?

Or should he continue to suffer through this endless humiliation and pain to prove his manhood?
UGGH!!  Once again he feels that boot strike his bare chest, this time injuring a rib.  Allen knows that this killer is just toying with him now, torturing him for the fun of it.
Hercules stands over his victim waiting for him to rise to his feet.  "Get up, boy, I'm itching to hug you.  Come on, get to your feet NOW so I can lock my arms around your sexy body!"

Sure enough, when Allen obediently rises to his feet, Hercules encircles him in his huge arms and applies deadly pressure.  Allen can feel the power surging in this hot dude's chest, arms, and abdomen.

Allen figures this is the end, as he begins to pass out.  He is unable to breathe from the deadly pressure, and his spine is ready to snap!
Desperate to suck some air into his lungs, the stud in blue throws wild punches and elbows until he breaks the deadly squeeze.
The rookie can't believe he has stunned this relentless beast! Maybe he can win this match after all!  He snatches his opponent by the hair...
...and drives his face into the corner buckles.  The crowd goes insane, eager to see this young jobber actually win a match!

But Hercules quickly takes control again, surprising his boy-toy by pulling him over with a handful of speedo.

Oh no, now what does this dirty animal have in store for him?  Allen feels his body hoisted into the air across the other man's shoulders.
AAAHHHH!!!   It's the dreaded Torture Rack!  Hercules parades around the ring, demonstrating his power and control, while Allen screams his submission over and over.
As the bell rings, Allen feels his master dropping to his knees. This is going to hurt, but at least this devastating beating is nearly over!
CRACK!!  Jerry is dropped roughly to the mat, clutching his injured back as he moans in pain.  Why did this sadistic beast have to hurt him like that??

As Allen gulps air, trying to recover from this beat-down, he is forced to watch his bearded master celebrating with his arms raised in victory.