Chapter Three
Training Day
Promoter Dandy Dawson pondered his dilemma. Did he want the GoldenBoy to be brutally destroyed by the AsianTitanBull, then fucked by his insanely large uncut cock? Or would it be hotter to see Johnny Liu beaten and fucked with that strap-on dildo? That would be an upset no one would expect. The executive drummed his fingers on his desk.
Dawson hadn’t told the AsianTitanBull the whole truth. After the Johnny Liu had demolished the AsianMuscleGod, GoldenBoy Alex Ulrich had confronted Dawson. It wasn’t good enough to have a title shot, Ulrich had complained. He needed to become a boxer and kick-boxer like ATB. Ulrich had threatened to release the humiliating video of him fucking Dawson in the sling with the huge strap-on dildo unless promoter got the new Champ to train Ulrich to box and kick box. Ulrich said he would disguise himself during the trainings.
Ulrich had made Dawson promise not to tell Johnny who he was training. Dawson would have kept that to himself anyway. He knew the AsianTitanBull would be unwittingly teaching his opponent boxing and kickboxing skills that might defeat ATB. That was an option Dawson wanted to keep alive. At the very least, the match would not be a squash job, which itself would surprise the fans. And, well, the thought of Johnny Liu losing and taking it up the ass made Dawson’s 7.5” cut cock harden and twitch underneath his silver slacks.
It was now two weeks since Dawson had persuaded ATB unknowingly to train Ulrich. Wanting to check on how GoldenBoy was faring, the promoter hit a button under his desk and a closed circuit TV, hanging on the wall opposite his desk, came to life. The camera was focused on the private ring at Sal’s Bay Ridge gym. Standing at center ring was the Chinese Australian Champ. He wore nothing but a whistle around his neck and a bright blue Speedo. As he moved from one foot to the other, his 12” uncut cock swayed back and forth.
In one corner stood a muscle hunk wearing a black mask covering his entire head and a black Speedo. White lettering on the back of his gear spelled “BlackKnight.” In the other stood Jon Turner aka AchillesAdonis wearing a golden Speedo. Palming his crotch, Dawson settled in to watch….
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Before there was Alex “GoldenBoy” Ulrich, there had been AchillesAdonis—another blonde Pretty Boi in the Tri-State Wrestling Fed. He was now 23 years old and Dandy Dawson’s personal assistant. Turner had shocked the TSWF world by defeating the Latino Hunk Cortez in his first match—hanging the massive hunk over the top rope until he lost consciousness. (Read it here).
But AchillesAdonis hadn’t fared as well in his title match against then Champ JoelAlphaHunk. Indeed, he ended up being hung over the top rope and ultimately dragged from the arena in a net attached to a Harley Davidson motorcycle. (Read it here)
Karma had proven to be a bitch for Turner. Along the way, he had gone from a straight jock (a former gymnast in college) to a cocky bi-curious wrestler to a bottom slut. He now stood in one corner of Sal’s ring. He was 5’9” and 185 pounds with perfectly proportioned muscles. His 50” chest and 22” biceps were sculpted. He kept his body smooth except for cropped armpit and pubic hair. His hair in these places was a darker brown color. A circular greenish blue tattoo depicting the Mayan calendar encircled his belly button. His golden bulge contained his 7.5” cock with a fat mushroom head.
With his wavy blonde hair and blue eyes, AchillesAdonis stared across at the BlackKnight aka GoldenBoy aka Alex Ulrich. Dawson had made Turner the Masked Fighter’s sparring partner—partly because he had some MMA training in addition to his gymnastic skills.
The BlackKnight in his black Speedo hopped from one foot to the other. He was a couple of inches taller than AA and about 20 pounds heavier. His chest at 48” and ceps at 18” were actually smaller than Turner’s. His waist was only 32”. He had 33” quads. AchillesAdonis couldn’t tell his opponent’s hair color as the mask covered his locks. He could see blue eyes staring back at him.
“Alrighty, mates,” the AsianTitanBull said brightly, “When I blow my whistle, you guys come out fighting. This is the final test for my trainee. He’s made great progress.” At 5’11” and 200 pounds, ATB was the same height as the GoldenBoy and only five pounds lighter. He was leanly muscled with short black hair and a handsome face. He had 46” pecs and 18” biceps. The Champ had thick, cropped patches of black hair in his pits and pubic region.
The Masked Fighter lifted both arms and flexed his biceps at AchillesAdonis. He was entirely smooth. He sneered, “Gonna dominate you, Bitch!” Turner smirked and felt his cock begin to harden, turned on by the sexy sight.
ATB blew his whistle and backed away from center ring, allowing the combatants to move towards each other. Both the GoldenBoy and AchillesAdonis assumed fighting stances with their arms raised and fists protecting their faces. They each danced forward and back on their feet.
Ulrich moved in and sent a jab towards AA’s right pec but Turner kept him at bay with a quick push kick. “Protect yourself when you miss like that!” ordered the AsianTitanBull. Alex grunted and hopped backwards. Before he had raised both arms again, however, AchillesAdonis darted forward. He snapped a quick left jab into the GoldenBoy’s right pec. POW! “Ugh!” He followed with a right hook into the left side of the Mystery Fighter’s head—THUD! “Ugh!”—and an uppercut into the BlackKnight’s jaw. WHACK! “Aagghh!”
The disguised GoldenBoy was sent reeling backwards. Johnny Liu had a look of dismay on his face. Turner followed and jumped up, sending his right knee into the wrestler’s crotch—SQUISH—and head butting Alex’s forehead—CRACK! The Masked Fighter crumpled onto his ass.
“Get up!” demanded the AsianTitanBull. But AchillesAdonis launched himself onto the fighter’s body, straddling his smooth chest. He wasted no time raining down a barrage of punches on the wrestler’s masked face. POW! “Ugh!” POW! “Ugh!” POW! “Ugh!” Then Turner cupped the back of the wrestler’s head and pulled his face into AA’s swollen golden bulge. “Look who’s the Bitch now!” he taunted.
Turner suddenly felt ATB’s hand grabbing his wavy blonde hair and yanking him off the dazed anonymous wrestler. “C’mon mate, give him a breather,” said the Champ. “But I had him,” AA complained. “Yeah but this is practice,” ATB reminded him. He half dragged AchillesAdonis back to his corner.
The BlackKnight shook his head, trying to clear out the cobwebs. He struggled to get onto all fours then slowly rose. The GoldenBoy growled, “You got lucky, that’s all. You’re gonna pay for it, big time!” “Yeah, right,” Turner said dismissively and adjusted his hard cock. His anonymous opponent moved forward. AA sprung from his corner and the two fighters began a new dance.
Suddenly, AchillesAdonis felt his feet swept out from under him. ATB had followed him to center ring and tripped Turner. “Hey!” he complained as he stumbled to the mat at Alex’s feet. “Get up, Bitch!” the Masked Fighter shouted. AA had no sooner struggled to his feet when Ulrich fired his right foot into Turner’s left quad. WHACK! And he followed with his left foot into AA’s right quad. WHACK! Turner felt the sting of both kicks but stayed on his feet.
The mysterious wrestler hit AA with a left jab to his right obliques. POW! “Ugh!” He twirled 360 degrees and SLAMMED his trailing right foot into Turner’s jaw. THWACK! “Aaagghh!” AchillesAdonis crashed backwards seeing stars.
The BlackKnight grabbed AA’s blonde hair and dragged his body to the corner. He pulled up Turner by his hair and propped his back against the ring post. Woozy now, AA slunk onto the middle turnbuckle. The Masked Fighter began a series of jabs and crosses—left and right—into AA’s pecs and abdomen. POW! POW! POW! POW! POW! Then he hit Turner with left and right hooks into his obliques. WHACK! WHACK! Turner’s arms fell to his sides, leaving his face unprotected. Ulrich SLAMMED a European Uppercut up into AA’s jaw. WHAM! “Uuuggghhh!” AA’s head rocketed backward. Like a drunk, the Blonde Pretty Boi stumbled forward out of the corner, took three steps and face planted. SPLAT!
The anonymous muscle hunk kicked AchillesAdonis’s obliques, forcing him onto his back. He slid to the mat near Turner’s head and grabbed a fistful of his blonde curls, then yanked his head and upper torso off the canvass. He slid his right arm under AA’s throat and placed his left hand on the back of Turner’s head applying a REAR NAKED CHOKE HOLD. Turner’s arms flailed like a windmill and his gasping sounds filled the ring. “That’s my boy,” the AsianTitanBull said in an admiring tone of voice. AA’s hands began tapping wildly against the Mystery Fighter’s forearm submitting to the chokehold.
“Yeah, you’re my Bitch now! I’m your fucking Alpha!” sneered the Masked Fighter. Turner began to feel dizzy. He heard the taunt but his vision was becoming blurry. “Time to sleep, boy toy,” the GoldenBoy said and tightened his grip. AA’s muscled arms slowed down until they fell to his sides. AA’s eyes rolled back. He was out. The BlackKnight laughed and released his sleeper hold. He stood and the AsianTitanBull, grinning widely, raised his right arm in victory.
The Masked Fighter placed his right foot on AA’s 50” pecs and struck a victory pose. Turner’s eyes slowly fluttered open to see the muscle hunk in black posing above him. The BlackKnight pulled down his tight black Speedo revealing a tight black jock strap. The AsianTitanBull felt his 12” cock in his blue Speedo rising as he stared at the milky white ass cheeks of the anonymous wrestler. They were the sexiest pair of butt cheeks he had ever seen.
AchillesAdonis felt his cock hardening again in his golden Speedo as he saw the victor’s ass. “Oh, I’m not through with you,” the Masked Fighter sneered down at Turner. He reached down and grabbed both of the Pretty Boi’s calves, then dragged his body to the corner. He lifted both legs over the middle ropes on both sides of the ring post, suspending AA’s gymnast body upside down.
BK yanked Turner’s Speedo down. He peeled it off his legs and exposed AA’s dirty blonde pubic hair and swollen 7.5” cut cock, which dangled downward. AA’s muscled arms lay above his head, revealing his dirty blonde armpit hair.
The Mystery Wrestler noticed that AchillesAdonis had a shoe lace tied around his smooth balls. He smirked and cupped his bulge. Slowly, he lowered his ass onto Turner’s face, positioning his crack over AA’s nose and mouth. He reached forward and, with his left hand, grabbed the shoe lace and began pulling Turner’s balls downward. His right hand formed a claw and captured the swollen orbs. He began to squeeze and AA made a muffled scream.
Johnny Liu was turned on by this scene of utter domination. He pulled down his blue Speedo, freeing his monster cock. Fully hard, it was 12 x 7”. He spit into his right hand and began jerking his fat shaft. His left hand played with his balls as he watched the Masked Fighter collect his prize from Jon Turner.
The front of the Mystery Wrestler’s jock strap tented outward as he manhandled Turner’s balls. While he squeezed AA’s nuts, the wrestler began slapping AA’s thick shaft. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Pre-cum spurted onto AA’s smooth muscled chest. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! More droplets of Turner’s arousal fell on his pecs. The BlackKnight reached inside his pouch and pulled out his smallish but hard cut cock. It was about 5.5” inches. He moved off AchillesAdonis’s face and pressed his cock downward into Turner’s mouth.
“Take my cock, fucker!” the Masked Fighter demanded and resumed squeezing AA’s balls. The head and shaft of Turner’s cock began twitching handsfree. Alex’s cock hit the back of AA’s throat. “Fucking cum for me, Bitch!” Ulrich demanded. Turner’s balls drew up and suddenly cum shot from his slit, splashing his throat and chin as he continued to suck on the Masked Fighter’s tool. The BlackKnight began shuddering. He lifted his hips, withdrawing his cock from AA’s throat. BK jerked his dick and exploded his load all over the blonde Pretty Boi’s face. “UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”
The AsianTitanBull moved to the BlackKnight’s side. He stroked his long, fat cock and shot a massive load all over Turner’s face, chest and abs. “Fucccckkkkkkkkk!!!” the Champ roared as his muscled body convulsed.
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In his office, promoter Dandy Dawson watched, transfixed by the orgy on the TV screen. He smiled to himself, beginning to believe he couldn’t lose. Either the AsianTitanBull would destroy and humiliate Alex Ulrich or the GoldenBoy—now trained to fight like ATB—would pull an upset and actually win the title. Still, Dawson fretted about the whereabouts of the humiliating video. He had to find and destroy it before Ulrich exacted his revenge.
(To be continued.)
