The inside of the building was a smoky like bar and what made Doug pause was that it was full of men. There wasn’t a woman around. Doug got a tip that this place would be where he can continue his dream of being a professional wrestler. Even though he was of medium build, Doug trained for years trying to work his way up. He was going to be one of the smaller agile, high flying type of wrestlers that would thrill crowds even though he was 5”10” tall and only weighed 180 pounds. He wrestled in independent circuits, usually in High school gyms and backyards. He didn’t care. Being a wrestler was his dream and he hoped he would make it to the top. So when he was told about this place, he jumped at the opportunity.

He didn’t have a scheduled match, but this location was known for setting matches up that same day. Doug made it to the bar area, got a bottled water and watched the matches inside the ring, set up in the middle of the bar. He would chuckle to himself as he knew he was better than these guys in the ring so far. They were clumsy, some of them drunk and they just could not perform at what Doug considered, ‘his level”. He looked around wondering how he would get a match. After what he has witnessed, he would be the star of the night!

Another hour passed and Doug was getting restless. Then he saw what appeared to be the promoter and get into the ring. He was a small squirrel like man, with a huge nose, slicked back balding hair and chunky. He grabbed a microphone and spoke to the audience.

“Gentlemen!!! Now comes the time I know some of you have waited for! An opportunity to take on the ruthless, most devastating wrestler in the entire underground world, The Finisher!!!!” he announced.

“The Finisher? What a weird name. But hey, who is this guy?” Doug thought to himself and was intrigued.

“Now, The Finisher is hungry for new flesh! So, if any of you are brave enough, we are announcing a First Come match with the Finisher!! Now, who wants to come?” the man announced.

There was a murmur in the crowd and from what Doug could tell, a murmur of fear. He giggled to himself and figured, this was his chance to impress everyone! Since all these losers were afraid of the Finisher, he would be the brave one and finish the Finisher!

“I’ll accept!” Doug shouted across the bar.

The crowd gasped and all looked over at Doug. Doug had a confident smile on his face as all eyes were on him. He got up from his stool and walked towards the ring. He could hear the murmurs, but he also heard laughter. Did these bums think he was going to get demolished? He would show them! He got into the ring and approached the promotor.

‘I will take the challenge. I am the first to come!” Doug told him.

“Gentlemen!! We have our vict-, er, I mean, challenger! Tell me son, what is your name?” the promotor asked.

“My name is Doug, but you can all call me Starman! Because I AM a star!” Doug said to the entire crowd.

He was met with boos and laughter and it took Doug back. How dare they laugh at him. Well, this was Doug’s shot to prove them all wrong. The promotor told him to get ready and get his gear as his match was next!!

Doug got dressed in his wrestling gear, red wrestling shorts with a star on the back, with blue wrestling boots. He went through the crowd with a strut and got into the ring. He raised his arms in triumph, then leaned back against the turnbuckles.

“Gentlemen!!! Time for the MAIN EVENT!!!” the promotor announced. “This match is scheduled for one fall and it is the First Come match!! The winner is determined when his opponent comes!!” the promotor yelled which got a really loud cheer from the audience.

Doug wondered about the weird stipulation. He already volunteered for this match, so how can The Finisher be the winner before the match even started? He was the first to come into the ring. Doug shook his head and went along with this. These folks were idiots he kept thinking.

“Introducing first, the opponent, STARMAN!!!” the promotor announced, and the crowd let out a very loud chorus of boos. “……………and his opponent! The absolute most devasting, invincible wrestler the world will ever see, I give you………………..THE FINISHER!!!!!!!!”

The crowd erupted in cheers and a spotlight was shined on a certain hallway of the bar. Then the Finisher made his appearance and Doug actually stood there in shock. This was a mountain of a man! He stood 6’7” tall, weighing over 300 pounds at a minimum and very chunky. He was a hairy bear of a man and he walked to the ring with a purpose. His all black outfit comprised of a simple black shorts, and black wrestling boots showed off his imposing large physique and he made it to the ring. He got into the ring, looked over at Doug and smiled menacingly. He stroked his beard and his balding head seemed to have smoke coming off of it.

Doug suddenly began to have second thoughts. He has never faced someone of this size and he knew he was in deep trouble. “This guy is HUGE!!!” Dough thought to himself. He then gulped and tried to find his courage. His ego then began to soothe him as he thought that beating this guy would immediately get his name all over the indies. Doug then realized if he was ever going to make it, this was it!

The two met in the middle of the ring and Doug looked up into the Finisher’s eyes. He saw rage in those eyes and Doug trembled. The promotor told the two men to have some fun and for the Finisher to take it easy on Starman, then laughed. The two competitors went back to their corners and awaited the bell. Doug took one last breath and readied himself. Then the bell rang.

Doug immediately went after The Finisher. He ducked under a huge bear swipe and started to punch away at the huge man’s ribs. Doug felt the flabby flesh and his punches had zero effect. In fact, the Finisher stood there and allowed Doug to punch away. He laughed at Doug striking him over and over and then took another swipe. Doug ducked again then bounced off the ropes and tried a flying body press. The Finisher caught him mid air, walked around the ring and then slammed Doug to the mat with such force, the entire ring shook.

Doug laid on the mat and tried to catch his breath. The force of the slam knocked all the wind out of him and now the Finisher placed his foot on his chest, then stood on top of him full weight. Doug was in a panic as he couldn’t breathe. His legs kicked violently and then finally, the brute of a man got off of him. Doug gasped for air then felt himself getting pulled up to his feet by his hair. He moaned in pain, then felt himself get bent over across The Finisher’s knee and then yelped in pain as his ass was spanked. A rush of humiliation flooded Doug’s body as he was getting spanked in front of this crowd and there was nothing he could do but yelp in pain, then whimper with each smack. His body felt so weak.

The crowd cheered with each spank and they counted each strike. They knew how the Finisher performed in the ring and loved every minute of it as the cocky newcomer was getting humiliated. They knew the best part was soon to come!

The spanking stopped and Doug was draped across the knee, embarrassed but unable to move. He felt weak. Then he squealed as The Finisher reached between his legs from behind and tickled his balls! Doug’s body jerked and he thought this brute tickled him by accident, but now his weakness was exposed. Doug was severely ticklish! He never was tickled in a match, but the way the Finisher touched his balls, it was too much!

The Finisher grinned as he knew his victim was ticklish. He nodded to the crowd who cheered at the response of Doug. The Finisher loved tickling his opponents. Made them feel like idiots, laughing and screaming like weak little boys and he was going to have some fun! He then flipped Doug over, so now Doug was still across the knee, but his back was on the knee in a backbreaker position. The Finisher looked down at Doug then raised a hand in the air. He wiggled his fingers in the air and the crowd erupted. Tickle time! His hand plunged down and tickled Doug’s exposed ribs and stomach.

Doug screamed in hysterical laughter as he felt the strong fingers probing, squeezing and prodding his ribcage and stomach. He was trapped and he couldn’t even swat the hands away. He just laughed hysterically, embarrassed that this was happening to him. He could hear the crowd cheering his ticklish plight. Finally the tickling stopped and he was shoved off the Finisher’s knee and on the mat.

The Finisher looked down at Doug on the mat and grinned. He saw his victim try to stand up and when he did, he placed him in an abdominal stretch. He loved listening to Doug scream in pain then decided to have some more fun. He wiggled his fingers in front of Doug’s eyes.

“NO!!! PLEASE NO MORE!!!” Doug screamed as he knew what was about to happen to his vulnerable body. He then shrieked in high pitch laughter as the strong fingers drummed up and down his sides and across his ribs. He felt so helpless. So weak as the tickling was so intense. Then he roared as the index finger of the Finisher prodded and poked into his exposed belly button. He tried to struggle and get away from the tickling but there was no escape. Doug then shouted his submission. He wanted this to end.

“I GIVE! I GIVE” he screamed. But he was horrified as the referee simply shrugged and had a grin of his own. This ref was not going to accept his submission???

The Finisher chuckled as he knew Doug was trapped and couldn’t submit. He then wiggled his fingers in the exposed armpit and felt his victim squirm like crazy. A good 5 minutes passed and he could tell Doug was getting weaker and weaker. He was just limp in the hold. Now was the time to really prime Doug for the true nature of the match. He then started to dabble his fingers on Doug’s nipples which caused poor Doug to giggle, but not screech in laughter. This was the effect The Finisher wanted. He continued to tickle and tease the nipples because he should get a specific reaction from Doug.

Doug started to wheeze and giggle as his nipples were played with. His mind was racing and his body was suffering. Now he felt his nipples getting teased and soon he realized he was getting aroused. He felt shame as this brute of a man was making his cock get hard by having his nipples played with. The nipple play continued and Doug got harder. Soon, a massive amount of wood made his shorts form a tent. Doug hoped no one would notice. But he was wrong…

The crowd exploded into cheers as they knew what was going to happen soon. They were in high anticipation as they saw Doug’s cock stretching out his wrestling shorts. They also wanted Doug to suffer more so they started to chant, “TICKLE! TICKLE! TICKLE! TICKLE! TICKLE!”

The Finisher heard the crowd and grinned. He then wiggled his fingers high into the air, then pointed to the mat. He was pointing at Doug’s feet! This made the crowd go crazy! They really wanted to see Doug get his feet tickled! He released the abdominal stretch hold and let Doug collapse to the mat. He then flipped Doug onto his stomach, sat on his back, facing the feet with Doug’s arms pinned to his sides. There was no way he was going to escape. He grabbed Doug’s right ankle, pulled it back towards him then slowly began to unlace the boot. Time to get his prize!

Doug began to whimper as he laid on the mat. This behemoth of a man was sitting on his back and he couldn’t get his arms free. He was so tired and felt so helpless. Never before was he tickled in a wrestling match before so the humiliation really went deep into his soul. The way the crowd laughed at him. What really confused him was the raging hard-on he had in his shorts. Now it was pressed against the mat and he continued to squirm. Doug didn’t want too much pressure on his cock because the most humiliating thing ever would be to cum in the ring! As Doug sorted through his thoughts, it dawned on him. His boot was getting unlaced! This monster was going to tickle…..his feet!

“Please….please…please Mister…don’t take off my boot. I beg you.. I submit. You win” he whimpered.

The Finisher could only chuckle as he heard Doug’s pathetic begging. “Oh no, I want to play with your feet! I bet you have some incredibly ticklish feet don’t you?”

“I do…yes I do! Please don’t do this to me! I am begging you!” Doug started to scream as he felt the boot slide off his foot.

“Awww…poor baby! The little boy doesn’t want his feet tickled…aww….” The Finisher teased as he then peeled off Doug’s sock, exposing the bare right foot. The Finisher loved what he saw! He looked at the size 9 sole with the fleshy meaty soles, medium toes and a soft pinkish look to them. He could tell this guy doesn’t go barefoot much as the foot look incredibly tender. He really enjoyed listening to Doug beg,

“Please! You win! I don’t want my foot tickled! PLEASE!!!” Doug cried.

“Kitchy kitchy koo!! Tickle tickle tickle!” The Finisher teased as he drummed his massive fingers up and down the tender sole. The foot flesh felt incredibly soft on his digits and the scream he heard from Doug made him fill with pride and lust. The Finisher absolutely LOVED ticklish feet and these were some of the softest, most sensitive ones ever. He stroked inside the arch area and felt Doug’s body spasm beneath him. He then concentrated on the ball of the foot with the tip of his short nails, but effective enough to drive Doug insane. Then he went after the fleshy ball of the foot and heard pathetic laughter. The Finisher was in his element.

Doug never laughed so hard in his life! He was tickled before, but it was always brief. This was extended tickling on his foot and it drove him mad with hysterical laughter. He curled his meaty toes, but they splayed open when the ball of his foot was tickled again. His eyes bugged out when he felt fingers invading between his toes, the most sensitive spot on his entire foot. Doug heard the crowd in a frenzy and all he could do was laugh.

“You are so ticklish! Want me to stop tickling your foot?” The Finisher teased as he did feather like stroking with his fingers on the sole.

“YES!!! OH YES PLEASE!!” Doug screamed.

“Then I want you to BEG me to suck these toes! Beg or be tickled!” The Finisher laughed.

Doug was so in a state of hysteria, he knew he had no choice. “Please….please don’t tickle. Suck my toes. Please suck my toes…”

“Gladly…mmmmmmmmmm” the Finisher moaned as he shoved Doug’s toes into his mouth. The meaty toes tasted delicious and his tongue danced all over the toes, and in between them. He was getting turned on himself as he heard Doug wailing away in ticklish laughter. Looks like his victim has very sensitive toes. He slurped the big toe, then started to feast on the next toe. Listening to Doug scream was music to his ears. He proceeded to suck each digit, he even loved the sound of them popping out of his mouth. He looked at the saliva drenched toes and then took the tip of his tongue and slid it along the curl of the underside of the toes.

Doug’s mind was mush now. The toe sucking and licking drove him absolutely into ticklish hell. He never had his toes sucked before and never knew how sensitive they are. What also surprised him was how aroused it made him. He was already hard from the nipple torment and having his cock rubbing the mat, but the toe sucking made his cock even harder. He prayed this would end or he would have a sexual accident during the match. The toe sucking stopped and felt his foot fall back to the mat. He started to gasp for air, but then started to cry when he felt his left foot get pulled towards the Finisher.

The Finisher started to unlace the boot of the left foot and salivated knowing another ticklish foot would soon be his. The Finisher has treated many opponents to this torture as First Cum matches were his specialty. He came across so many ticklish guys, but Doug seemed the most ticklish he has ever encountered. As he slid the boot off, he thought about how many ticklish feet he tormented. The screams were addictive. He really wanted to torment Doug. He also knew Doug was severely aroused and he was really going to enjoy making him blow his load. He then peeled the sock off and he felt the love of what he saw. Another tender ticklish foot. He didn’t waste any time and ran his powerful fingers up and down the newly exposed sole and was rewarded with terrified laughter.

Doug screamed his laughter. The combination of arousal, helplessness and ticklish sensations was overwhelming him. His left foot was even more ticklish than the right one so now he was in the basement of Tickle Hell. He felt the fingers all over his heel, then the arch, ravaging the ball of the foot and then invading his toes. He started to go hoarse from the powerful laughter he had. His face was turning beet red and his body was going limp. He wanted to cry. The humiliation of it all was finally breaking him. Then he giggled again like a schoolgirl when the evil tongue of the Finisher went after his toes again. He felt the wet warm tongue slithering along the underside of his meaty toes and he started to spasm.

The Finisher was in heaven. The toes tasted so delicious, he could do this forever. Then as he pulled his head away from the toes, he stared at the helpless foot, then skittered his fingers up and down the sole again and heard Doug squeal. This was so much fun. The perfect pink ticklish feet were in his possession and he was going to savor every moment. He concentrated on the spot right below the big toe on the ball of the foot and the foot jerked wildly. He found a hot spot. He continued on that spot for another 10 minutes and then he felt Doug’s body starting to go limp. He was no longer struggling. He was just wheezing and crying and giggling. The Finisher knew it was time. He let the foot fall to the mat, got up, and then rolled Doug over onto his back.

Doug was barely conscious as he felt his body get rolled over. He was so weak he could barely move. He started to twitch as he still felt ticklish tremors in his body. The monster broke him with tickling. He wanted the match to end so badly. Then he felt The Finisher lay across his chest and he was facing him. He opened his eyes and saw a sick grin on his face. What did this guy want???

“You know why they call me the Finisher?” he smiled.

“No…..why?” Doug panted.

“Because I always…….FINISH!!!” he laughed as he tickled Doug’s belly a little bit causing him to squeal again. “Now I am going to finish you off! Time for you to cum!”

Doug was confused. What did he mean? “W-what…do…do you mean? I am already here…in the match”

“Silly fool….This is a first CUM match. As in, I am going to make you CUM.” The Finisher said with great delight.

It finally dawned on Doug! This match was about forcing someone to ejaculate! A look of horror crossed his face and he started to whimper. His body was too weak however, so he knew he was in trouble. He started to beg. “please…..don’t…don’t make…me…..cum….please mister…”

The Finisher stood up and then reached down to grab the rim of Doug’s shorts and with one quick yank, he ripped the shorts off and stared at Doug’s jockstrap. He saw a raging boner and then he licked his lips. He then grabbed the jockstrap and easily pulled it off, exposing Doug’s nakedness to the world. The crowd went into a complete frenzy as they fought over the shorts and jockstrap that was thrown into the crowd. The Finisher then sat on Doug’s chest, facing his feet and staring at the raging hard-on in front of him. The helpless cock was waggling in the air due to the arousal. He then grabbed the meatstick as this was going to be fun.

Doug never felt so humiliated in his entire life. He was dominated, tickled, now stripped completely naked and his cock was going to be played with and forced to cum. Doug never had a man touch his cock before, besides doctors, so this filled him with humiliation. He could hear the crowd chant over his plight.

“MAKE HIM CUM! MAKE HIM CUM! MAKE HIM CUM! MAKE HIM CUM!” followed by “MILK HIM! MILK HIM! MILK HIM! MILK HIM!”

The Finisher then started to stroke the cock and felt Doug’s body tremble. He remembered something from earlier in the match about Doug’s genitals. He then reached down and tickled under the balls and Doug shrieked again! The Finisher then continued to tickle the balls and saw Doug’s body shaking violently. He then started to tickle the shaft and he heard Doug pleading for sheer mercy. He was not going to give him any. The Finisher LOVED ticklish cocks and balls and was going to really torture Doug.

Doug continued to wail away as his balls were tickled tortured. He never knew his balls were this ticklish so it was a surprise to him as well as completely destroying him. He started to shake violently, but didn’t have any strength to get this huge man off of him. All he could see is the backside of the Finisher and just had to endure the excruciatingly ticklish sensations. The other issue he had and was now aware of, was that the tickling made him even harder. He knew there was nothing he could do to stop this monster from making him cum.

The Finisher stopped tickling the balls, then used his big beefy hand and started to slowly stroke the engorged cock. He saw Doug’s legs start to calm down and knew he had Doug right where he wanted. He then used the “v” of his hand, where the thumb and index form and stroked the “lip” of the cockhead, making it mushroom even larger. He would do upward strokes under this “lip” and heard Doug start to moan. He then started to rub his fingers right below the cockhead on the underside. It was almost time for the big show. He could hear the crowd moaning in anticipation themselves.

“Come on loser…give me you cum…give me ALL of your cum.” He teased. “Then once I have it, I am going to tickle your feet for the rest of the night…”

Doug didn’t know what to do anymore. The threat of him losing his cum and then having his feet tickled was too much. He closed his eyes and surrendered himself. He felt the strong fingers apply pressure to the underside of his shaft and then felt a small light tickling on his balls and that did it. Doug came. VERY HARD. Rope after rope after hot white ropes flowed out of his cock and high into the air. His body shook hard as he felt his balls being emptied. The crowd roared in excitement and Doug finally passed out.

The Finisher stood up in victory and raised his arms. He loved watching how high Doug’s cum went into the air and some even splattered on his chest. He got one of the biggest loads from an opponent ever. He looked down at Doug and saw a knocked out humiliated naked man. He saw the cock twitching and the toes trembling. He then grabbed Doug’s boots, tied the laces together and slung them over his left shoulder. He wanted some trophies. They will add to his collection as he collected the boots of his tickled victims. Then he pulled Doug up and then hoisted him over onto his right shoulder. He was going to take Doug to the back and have more fun with his ticklish victim. He would reach down and tickle the exposed soles causing Doug to twitch, and even tickled the back of his legs and naked ass. With a quick tickle to the balls, he then left the ring to a standing ovation.

Days later, two guys were in the same bar discussing what they witnessed just days earlier. The bar was relatively light and they enjoyed a beer.

“That was one hell of a match! That poor sap shot his cum 10 feet into the air! Haha” one man said, sipping his beer.

“Yeah, I love the First Cum matches. I got a chance to see what happened in the back after the match…” the other guys said.

“What? You did???”

“Oh yeah. The Finisher had that poor fella tied up and he worked over his feet. I never seen a man flop around so much in my life. He was squealing like a stuck pig! The way he sucked on the toes, and scribbled his fingers up and down the soles, I am surprised that loser still lives. Haha”

“Wow…He did have some tender looking feet..”

“Yeah he did. Haha but it was also fun watching him milk another 4 loads from the guy. Just took every ounce of cum from him. Then there was the apple polishing. He took his massive hand and shined that cockhead right on up! Never heard so much screaming and body flopping around like that in my life.”

“He polished his apple too? Wow…”

“Yep! Tickled his balls a lot too. He must have really liked that guy. That guy kept screaming about how ticklish his balls were. haha”

“Oh man! Yeah, that must have been a sight to see. Well, the Finisher is here tonight again. I wonder who will suffer the same fate?”

“Hye, look over there. The new guy. Looks kind of cocky. Hehe wait until he volunteers because he was the first…to….come.”

The two men laughed away as the knew the Finisher was about to have a new victim!

(Author’s note: I hope you enjoyed the story! Send me a lone if you did. When I wrote it, I was imagining myself as Doug! Mercy….)