Chapter Eight
Defilement of the Pretty Boi
The TV monitors in the Queens Arena had come to life after BlackAlpha had departed with his fellow Squad Members. The AsianTitanBull had disentangled himself from the ropes. He retrieved his Championship belt and slowly rolled out of the ring. The Champ had been humiliated by the Ebony Heel and was already plotting his revenge. And he had a few things to clear up with TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson.
The Queens crowd watched the monitors. Alex Ulrich’s muscled body—naked and apparently still dripping the Champ’s cum load from his hole—was suspended from a ceiling in an empty ring. His 48” smooth pecs glistened in a spotlight. Light brown hair curls streaked with golden highlights still framed his boyish face. Ulrich’s wrists were raised above his head and shackled to restraints hanging from meat hooks in the ceiling.
The GoldenBitch’s creamy white bubble butt was on full display. His small soft cock dangled downward. His body swayed right and left. He was whimpering but the sound was muffled by a ball gag. The silver-haired promoter Dandy Dawson stood close by, admiring his handiwork. His silver Speedo was again tenting, aroused as he was by Alex’s plight.
“Your days as the GoldenBoy aka GoldenBitch are over!” Dawson pronounced, to the cheers of the Queens fans. He was holding two paint spray cans. As Ulrich’s body twisted in his direction, Dawson raised both cans and began spraying iron-colored paint. It was a dull, gray color. He hit Alex’s light brown curls with blonde highlights first then the wrestler’s Pretty Boi face, covering his painted golden mask in gray. Dawson continued spraying, covering Ulrich’s sculpted muscled body in gray paint from head to toe, wiping away the last vestiges of anything golden.
Dawson moved to a duffel bag in the corner and retrieved an iron butt plug with a fat tip. He pressed a button on the side and it began vibrating. He approached Alex who was moaning through his ball gag. He reached his hand deep into Ulrich’s ass crack. Spreading his cheeks, Dandy smirked “Let’s plug you up, Bitch!” He pressed the tip of the metal plug against Ulrich’s pucker then pushed it into his hole. Alex groaned loudly—“OHHHHHHH!”—as the vibrating plug began pulsing inside his canal. Within seconds, his smallish cock responded. It rose and became fully erected at just over five inches.
Dawson went again to the duffel bag and this time pulled out a large utility belt. It wasn’t just any utility belt. It was a dull gray color to match Ulrich’s freshly painted body. On the front of the belt was the mould of a rubber dildo, about five to six inches long. The rest of the belt's material was also rubber so it would act as a large rubber band, once wrapped tightly around Alex’s narrow waist.
Without Dawson having to ask, Alex’s body was slowly lowered from the meat hooks in the ceiling until his bare feet touched the canvas. Dandy approached Ulrich and wrapped the belt around his waist. He inserted Ulrich’s hard cock into the cock mould at the front of the belt. He ran another rubber strap from the back of the belt between Alex’s ass cheeks and up to the front. Dawson attached the strap around Alex’s smooth nuts. With a snort, he pulled upward on the strap in back making sure Ulrich’s ass crack was flossed by the wedgie. The Queens fans cheered the Pretty Boi’s predicament.
After admiring Ulrich’s humiliating position, Dawson yelled “Send down the sling!” Sure enough, a black leather and metal sling slowly descended from the ceiling until it arrived next to the GrayBitch’s body. The crowd collectively gasped when the fans realized the sling was not empty. In it lay an inflatable doll with legs raised and spread and arms shackled. The doll wore a golden latex singlet and resembled Alex Ulrich. The doll’s pouch even showed the nub of a smallish cut cock, just like that of the GrayBitch.
Dandy smirked and unhooked Alex’s wrists from the restraints. “Now, Bitch, I want you to fuck yourself!” the promoter ordered. Ulrich’s ass still pulsed with the vibrating plug. Suddenly his cock felt vibrations. The rubber cock mould massaged his hard manhood.
Almost as if in a daze, the GrayBitch staggered over to the sling and stepped between the spread legs of the inflatable doll. He shoved his strap-on into the doll’s plastic hole. Grasping the metal chains of the sling, Ulrich began wildly thrusting into the plastic imitation of himself—BANG! BANG! BANG!—well and truly fucking the plastic imitation of the GoldenBoy. His real cock was hard as a rock inside the rubber mould and pre-cum began to fill the mould. His prostate was on fire from the vibrating iron metal butt plug. BANG! BANG! BANG!
Dawson fished out his erect 7.5” cut cock. He moved behind Ulrich and dug out the rubber strap from his luscious ass cheeks. He reached inside his thrusting butt and removed the vibrating plug. Then holding onto Alex’s shoulders, the silver-haired promoter buried his perfect cock inside Ulrich’s wet hole, completing the fuck train. Ulrich grunted as he felt Dandy’s throbbing manhood enter his body. But he continued to thrust forward, pummeling his lookalike in the sling. “That’s it, FuckBoy, Fuck Yourself…Fuck Yourself Good!” yelled Dawson as he drilled the GrayBitch over and over, moving in tandem with Alex’s thrusts.
Finally, the vibrations in the cock mould were too much for Ulrich. He climaxed, shooting his load into the mould while collapsing on the plastic doll. Dawson felt Ulrich’s body shudder and he went over the edge unloading the biggest load of his life in his slave’s chute. He spasmed and collapsed on top of Ulrich’s back with his hard cock still buried deep inside the pathetic loser. The Queens fans were on their feet applauding the scene on the TV monitors.
Dawson was the first to rise back up. His cock still dripped cum. He wrapped his right arm around Ulrich’s throat and yanked him upwards as well. Alex’s arms flailed for a few moments but the sleeper hold was too much for his spent body. He was soon asleep on the canvass. Dawson went to his duffel bag again. He pulled out a black neoprene mask and a sleeping sack of the same material. “Gonna put you where you belong, Bitch,” he said.
It took some doing but in a matter of minutes Dawson had covered Alex’s entire head and face with the black mask and had stuffed his muscled body inside the sleeping sack. He took his time tightening the 20 or so cinches of the sack until Ulrich was tightly encased in it. Dandy then opened a front zipper and pulled out Alex’s flaccid cock and balls. He turned Ulrich onto his chest and pulled down the the back zipper. The promoter's cum leaked from Alex's hole. Finding the iron butt plug once more, Dawson jammed the fat tip inside Ulrich’s exposed canal then zipped up the back. Soon the plug was vibrating once more, re-awakening the GrayBitch. He writhed and struggled inside the tight black sack, rolling back and forth on the canvass. His cock began to harden again as he flopped about on the mat.
Dawson looked right into the camera as the figure in the black sack struggled behind him. “And that’s what happens when you fuck the boss. You wind up fucking defiled!” As the Queens audience cheered, the arena’s TV monitors slowly faded to black.
Memories of Alex Ulrich being forced to fuck himself while he was railed from behind would stick with Tri-State Wrestling Fed fans for a long time, as would the image of Alex struggling in his neoprene sleep sack with only his smallish cock and balls exposed for all to see. Fortunately, it had all been captured on videotape so fans could stream Alex Ulrich's defilement at their pleasure.
Meanwhile….
The AsianTitanBull let the hot water splash over his leanly muscled body. He stroked his monster uncut cock with bath gel, getting himself semi-hard. If Dandy Dawson had stuck around the Queens Arena, Johnny Liu would have exacted revenge on the promoter for having had him train Alex Ulrich. But instead Liu was to left to ponder his next steps in the TSWF. He had just been dominated and humiliated by the former Champ and his goons.
As he calmed down, ATB began to make plans. He knew Dawson would want him to defend his title against BlackAlpha. That gave Liu leverage. He would fight the Ebony Heel only on his own terms—terms that would include making sure BlackAlpha had to wrestle without JackedStud or RedDante being present. And he would insist on doing a private match at Sal’s gym. It would be videotaped and Johnny would extract a promise of 50% of the streaming revenues from Dawson.
As ATB plotted his course, his 12 x 7” cock rose to its full height. His swollen head protruded from the foreskin and pre-cum spurted onto the shower floor. He found himself daydreaming about defeating BlackAlpha then impaling the Ebony Heel on his hard cock while holding him tightly in a Full Nelson. He’d march BlackAlpha to each ring post as he fucked him senseless. Suddenly, cum detonated upwards from ATB’s cock.
The End.
