“It’s a trick, I think, said DaddyRodrigo, as he flexed his 52” chest and 21” biceps in the mirror in JoelAlphaHunk’s New York hotel room. He wore a tight fitting green tank top that revealed the tops of his hard and defined pecs and his muscled back. As he flexed, the Handsome Alpha Manager admired his defined muscles and cropped black pit hair. His body was sexy as fuck. He had short black hair speckled with a little silver. That look worked perfectly with his rimless glasses and silver and black facial stubble. At age 50, he could have passed for 40. Below his tank top, he wore matching green Speedos. His bulge was prominent when he was only semi-hard. Rodrigo was packing an uncut 10” slab of beef. As he posed, his big cock began to grow stretching the fabric of his gear.
The shirtless P.R. Alpha Stud took all this in. It was making him hornier by the second and he shifted onto his side on the bed to hide his hardening uncut 9” dick. Since hiring DaddyRodrigo as part-Manager and part-Bodyguard, Joel had kept their friendship totally platonic. But who wouldn’t have been attracted to Rodrigo? He was the ultimate Daddy fantasy. JAH fantasized about owning the older Alpha’s mouth and hole. “Nah, man,” replied JAH, “Vinny was just giving me a heads up…that the AsianMuscleGod has a vulnerable side, one I might be able to exploit.” “The best way to beat the Champ is to take out his Master Han,” said the Manager. “Without that guy, he wouldn’t have beat either JackedStud or the Stallion. I have a plan for that.”
Rodrigo moved away from the mirror and back towards the bed. He looked down at JAH and grinned, almost seductively. He was 6’2” and weighed 225 pounds, all of it rock hard muscle. Underneath his tank, his chest had a light dusting of black hair. JoelAlphaHunk was 6’3”, 230lbs, with 50” pecs, 20” biceps and 34” quads. His 9” cock was thick and powerful but lately not in much use. “I have a more important lesson for you, Joel.” “Yeah? And what’s that?” replied the P.R. Alpha Stud. “If you want that TSWF title, you’ll need to think with your head and not your cock. Let’s face it. You have a slutty side.” Joel started to shake his head no, but DaddyRodrigo waggled his finger. “Against SwimmerBoy, you gave into your carnal desires and suddenly found yourself in a ball claw. That led to an over-the-knee backbreaker and pretty much a squash job. Next thing you knew, you were tied onto a weight machine and getting fucked senseless by the Aquatic Hunk. It’s all on videotape.” “Okay, I blew that match, but I’m not a Bottom Bitch, DR!” “Then you thrashed RedDante,” the Manager continued, “but got distracted while skull fucking your Latino Protege Cortez. RD KO’d you with your own P.R. Alpha Stud belt, then he and Cortez spit roasted you on another weight machine as the fans shouted ‘JoelBetaBitch’!” “That was foul play,” protested JAH. “My point, Joel, is that you need to ditch your slutty side. You get distracted too easily.”
The P.R. Alpha Stud sighed and rolled onto his back. His smooth defined pecs encircled large brown nipples. His hard-on was still evident inside his tight white briefs. DaddyRodrigo’s lesson had only made his dick harder and now a small wet spot appeared on his briefs where the tip of his cock pressed against the fabric. DR pointed at it. “See, that’s what I mean. Your cock has a mind of its own. We’re gonna practice something.” DaddyRodrigo tugged off his glasses. He got on the bed and sat on the Latino Stud’s chest. His knees straddled JAH’s handsome face. He put his hands behind Joel’s head and SHOVED his face into the older Alpha’s bulge. “AAGGGHHH!!!” JAH grunted as he felt the swelling shaft of Rodrigo’s 10” beast and balls. The masculine scent was intoxicating and Joel felt his own cock twitch inside his briefs. “Now my JoelBetaBitch,” DR said, “we’ll see how long you can last, with your face being dominated by my big cock. You want it, don’t you? You want my huge uncut dick down your pathetic throat, isn’t that right Slut?”
Joel tried to think unsexy thoughts but his face nodded up and down into Rodrigo’s expanding bulge. JBB’s cock head now protruded above the waistband of his briefs and dripped pre-cum into the grooves of his lower abs. His load was rising as his Manager continued to press his package into JAH’s nose and mouth.
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“What’s with that get up?” asked Master Han in the locker room before their workout. Instead of his trademark leather black chaps and black cod piece, the AsianMuscleGod was wearing pink, purple and silver wide flowing Samurai trousers. The belt buckle on the front was the face of a white Siamese cat with lavender-colored ears. He wore a silver wig that flowed down onto his bare 54” chest along with cat ears that matched his buckle. He had purple stripes on each cheek and across his nose. “Exploring my feline side,” replied AMG with a wink.
“My son,” began Han Junhon patiently, “I fear you’re conflicted. In the ring, you’re dominant but in private you can be made into a Bitch Boi. Now VinnyMuscleStallion knows your secret. I do not feel we can trust the Stallion to keep it. And I see your two worlds colliding. Your Bitch Boi side may be tempted to submit to your opponent JoelAlphaHunk and then we will lose the TSWF title and all that we have fought for.” “We?” asked the Costumed Chinese Hunk, “I’m pretty sure it was me who defeated the Pony Bitch, JackedBitch and eleven other supposed Alphas to win my championship belt. But you’re right. My…my submissive side is coming out more and more. I got turned on just putting on this wig and outfit.” He paused to do a double bicep flex, and Han saw he had shaved his armpits clean. “Oh boy,” the Teacher muttered to himself. He had work to do if AMG was going to defend his newly won title against the P.R. Alpha Stud.
The AsianMuscleGod dropped his pose and flashed a grin at Han. “I have an idea how I might banish my Bitch Boi side for the match.” Han looked puzzled. “And what is that?” he asked. “I want to fuck you,” exclaimed Wu Teng, “owning your smooth hole will restore my Alpha side!” Han was taken aback. “But my son, I’m a total top. I have never bottomed for any man.” “Exactly!” said AMG, “popping your cherry would make you my Bitch Boi. I would become your AlphaDog!” His own words excited the 24-year old Asian Hunk. His 8” uncut cock had started to harden and tent out his colorful wide flowing trousers. While Han and Tanner Wu had shared men, and Han had face fucked Wu in private, they had never fucked each other.
The Teacher stood 6’ and weighed 195 pounds of hard muscle. He was wearing his standard all-black outfit. His tight tank top showed off his defined 18” ceps and outlined his 48” pecs. His leanly muscled torso tapered down to a 32” waist. 32” quads began at the leg holes of his black Speedos. His 7” uncut cock was semi-hard, evidently perked up by AMG’s previous double bi-flex. “Looks like we both like my idea,” Tanner said mischievously as he nodded at their bulges.
Master Han would do almost anything for his Student but this was a bridge too far. “No can do, my son,” Han said dismissively. He turned and walked towards the locker room door. He’d think of another way to help AMG regain his mojo. Suddenly a 23” bicep wrapped around his neck and squeezed hard. “GGGGHHHGGG!” grunted the Teacher as his arms flailed. He felt Tanner’s massive 6’4” 250 pound frame at his back. A hard 8” cock, no longer housed in Wu’s colorful trousers, pressed into his Speedo-covered crack. “Who’s a Bitch Boi now?” growled the AsianMuscleGod. He tightened his grip and Han’s face turned a darker shade. He tried to breathe but realized it was futile. Everything became blurry and dizzy as his arms slowed down and stopped.
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DaddyRodrigo was no longer practicing. He pulled his waistband down and his hard uncut 10” tool sprung free, hovering above Joel’s face. He pressed his big smooth balls against the Puerto Rican Champ’s mouth. “That’s it Bitch, taste and smell a real man. This what you want, Slut?” JAH’s eyes bulged wide open as the sight of Rodrigo’s mammoth-sized manhood was overwhelming.
The two suddenly heard a knock at the door. Before either could react, VinnyMuscleStallion entered wearing his white tank highlighting his bronzed 22” biceps. Not wanting to be caught in this humiliating position, Joel grunted loudly and shoved the Alpha Daddy backwards off his chest and onto his back on the bed. “HEY WHAT THE…” shouted Rodrigo. The Latino Hunk immediately rolled the Manager into a ball while grasping his 33” quads and straddling his shocked face. Now it was Joel’s turn to rub his bulging white briefs and protruding cock head against Rodrigo’s stubbled face. The wet slit smeared traces of pre-cum on DR’s cheeks. The Manager’s hard tool now pointed downwards and slid through the valley between his pecs.
Vinny paused at the bedroom door and took in the scene of domination. “FUCK YEAH!” he hollered, “OWN HIS FACE, JAH!” Joel winked at the Stallion and continued to press his hard dick into DaddyRodrigo’s scruff. The friction was making his load rise. DR felt the same sensation as his beast of a dick now rubbed against the dusting of hair on his chest. With one hand, Joel pulled his white briefs down and hooked them under his balls. He then pushed the tip into Rodrigo’s mouth. The rolled up Daddy parted his lips and soon Joel’s cock was bumping into his throat.
“GAG THE BITCH!” shouted Vinny as he reached inside his grey sweatpants and palmed his own erection. As JAH face fucked his Manager, sounds of gagging filled the bedroom. “Gwocckk….gwocckk…. gwocckk!” DR felt pre-cum drip from his 10” dick and pool around his Adam’s apple. “TAKE MY COCK DADDY!!!” commanded the P.R. Alpha Stud. “Gwocckk….gwocckk….gwocckk!” Joel felt himself go over the edge “UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” and shot his huge cum load down Rodrigo’s throat. The Manager was close behind. As he grunted around Joel’s 9” dick, his cannon pulsed handsfree then blasted cum onto DR’s upper torso and throat.
Suddenly, there was Vinny, at the edge of the bed, standing above Rodrigo’s face with his 8” cut cock in his hand. He jerked it furiously and shot a big load onto the Daddy’s eyes, nose and cheeks. “OOOHHHH FFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!” yelled the Olive-Skinned Bay Ridge Hero as his climax made his 33” quads tremble.
JoelAlphaHunk leaned forward and kissed VMS deeply. He slowly pulled his cock free of Rodrigo’s mouth. Breaking off the kiss, he stared down at the Daddy’s cum-splattered face. Winking at his Manager, he asked “Who’s the Slutty Whore now?”
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On his back on a massage table, Han recovered consciousness. He saw his legs were draped over the AsianMuscleGod’s broad shoulders. He stared upwards into the piercing dark eyes of his Student then felt enormous pressure at the opening of his smooth hole. “This what you want Bitch Boi?” smirked Wu Teng as he pushed his hard uncut 8” cock into Han’s canal until his balls hit the older man’s smooth ass cheeks. “OOOOOOHHHHHH…GODDDDDDDDDDD!” cried Han as he felt a burning sensation along with the pressure. “Be a good fucking Bitch!” ordered AMG as he took his Master’s virginity. He began to SLAM into Han’s ass in long, powerful strokes—each time slapping his balls against Han’s ass. Each thrust caused Han to grunt like a stuck pig. “OHF! OHF! OHF!” As the Asian Alpha picked up his pace, Han almost sobbed “OH GOD! OH GOD! NO MORE, I BEG YOU…NO MORE!” But AMG only pummeled his Teacher’s hole harder.
“WHO AM I?” demanded Wu Teng. Panting, Han screamed “THE ASIAN MUSCLE GOD! MY ASIAN MUSCLE GOD!” “AND WHAT ARE YOU?” shouted Wu. “YOUR….YOUR…BITCH BOI!!!” shrieked the well-fucked Coach. Tanner snorted and fucked inside once more, holding his thick cock deep in Han’s bowels as it detonated a creamy load. “FFUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!” yelled the Champ. Han felt warmth flooding into his canal. He took his own hard 7” cock in his right hand and stroked it while clenching his hole around AMG’s manhood. His prostate tingled then his whole body shuddered as his dick shot ropes of cum on his chest and abs. “FUCK YES…. OH GOD, FUCK YES!!!” shouted the climaxing Teacher. He had submitted fully to Wu Teng.
As they came down from their releases, AMG collapsed his sweaty body on top of Han’s. “Master Han,” he murmured, “Or rather…my Bitch Boi, no need to worry about me tomorrow night. Your AsianMuscleGod will destroy JoelBetaBitch!”
(To be continued.)
