Preface - Where We Last Left Off
The AsianTitanBull aka Johnny Liu let the hot water splash over his lean and muscular body. He stroked his monster 12” 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 tricking him into training the Golden Boy (now Gray Bitch) Alex Ulrich.
But instead Liu was to left to ponder his future in the Tri-State Wrestling Federation. He had just been dominated and humiliated by the former Champ BlackAlpha and his goons.
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 Liu would extract Dandy's promise of 50% of the streaming revenues.
As ATB plotted his course, his 12 x 7” cock rose to its full height. The swollen head protruded from the foreskin and pre-cum spurted onto the shower floor. He found himself daydreaming about giving the Ebony Heel his first ever loss and impaling the former Champ on his hard cock while the crowd chanted "ATB! ATB! ATB!" Suddenly, cum erupted from his big tool.
Chapter One
Sal’s Bay Ridge gym was a beehive of activity on a fine Fall Saturday morning. Muscle stud bodybuilders and jock athletes pumped iron and worked up a good sweat while exchanging bro hugs. Daddy Dom Sal stood at the door to the private wrestling ring at the gym's back.
Sal was there to make sure no one entered while the Tri-State Wrestling Fed Champ Johnny Liu—aka the AsianTitanBull—trained Wu Teng—aka Tanner Wu aka the AsianMuscleGod—in the art of kickboxing and other MMA skills. Liu had demolished the former Champ to win the TSWF title a few months ago. He had bred the AsianMuscleGod twice in the ring with his huge cock. But ever since that bout Wu Teng and Liu had become friends—or at least frenemies. AMG wanted to become a MMA fighter largely as a way to challenge Liu to another title match. ATB knew about AMG’s motivations but was confident the Chinese American hunk would never match his prowess in the ring.
Inside the ring room, 35-year old Liu and 26-year old Wu were both wearing only white Speedos. Their bodies dripped salty sweat as they exchanged various feints, kicks, jabs, hooks and crosses. By all rights, AMG should have squashed ATB. He was truly a hulk, standing 6’4” tall and weighing 250 pounds. He had sculpted 54” pecs with dark brown nipples. His upper torso was entirely hairless. His broad shoulders tapered down to a 32” waist. Wu boasted of 23” biceps and 34” quads. Wu’s longish black hair now hung in wet strands around his handsome still boyish face as he circled around the AsianTitanBull.
In contrast to Wu’s stats, Johnny Liu was only 5’11” and 200 pounds. He had a golden complexion with smooth 46” pecs with dark nipples and 18” biceps. ATB had thick patches of black hair in his armpits and pubic region. His white Speedo had become nearly translucent with his sweat, revealing the imprint of his massive 12” x 7” uncut cock. He was perpetually semi-hard and his cock head bounced up and down as he moved back and forth.
Wu Teng used to have cropped black hair in his pits and pubic areas but he now shaved himself completely smooth. He was proud of his thick 8” uncut cock but knew it paled in comparison to ATB’s big tool. Still, one day, he hoped to ram it into Liu’s throat after regaining his title. Although Tanner would top losers from time to time, his signature “stakes” move was to have his defeated foe spreadeagled on his back with each arm and leg tied by Master Han’s ropes to the four ring posts. In a scene of utter domination, AMG would then slowly sink down onto the loser’s face and stuff his hard uncut cock into the Bitch’s throat. He would face fuck the jobber until exploding a big load down his throat.
Wu’s teacher, Master Han Junhon, watched the two fighters from a corner. A black leather bag lay at his feet. Han was wearing his black leather caps with no shirt. Han was no slouch. Although middle-aged, he had the body of a much younger man. He had smooth 48” pecs with black nipples,18” biceps, a 32” waist and 32” quads. Like his pupil, Han kept his pits and pubic area shaved. His uncut cock was slightly smaller than Tanner’s at 7”.
Whack! One of AMG’s kicks landed against ATB’s right quad. “That’s the ticket, Wu Teng, keep up the intensity, I love it, mate,” said the Chinese Australian Champ cheerfully as he bounced barefoot forward and back. Han watched approvingly as well but glanced periodically at his watch. What was taking so long, he thought to himself.
Just then Sal opened the door to the ring room and the silver-haired promoter of the Tri-State Wrestling Federation, Dandy Dawson, strode in. He wore his trademark silver business suit, white shirt and blue tie. “Gentleman!” he exclaimed as he neared the ring. Both ATB and AMG dropped their fists and relaxed their stances. The AsianTitanBull walked over to the ropes and rested his wrists on the top rope. The AsianMuscleGod and Master Han followed ATB towards the ropes but stood a few paces back.
Dawson was a handsome Daddy at 55. Leanly muscled, he stood 6’1” and weighed 185 pounds. Blue-eyed, he kept his silver hair short. His body was hairless except for cropped dirty blonde pit and pubic hair. He had a defined 46” chest and 18” biceps. His waist was 32” as were his quads. He had a perfectly shaped 7.5” cut cock.
“Dandy, what brings you here?” ATB asked with a hint of irritation in his voice. He wiped his sweaty brow.
Dawson waved a piece of paper in his right hand. “You’re email, Champ. It was…surprisingly…arrogant and demanding.”
“If you don’t like my terms, fine,” Liu replied. “I just won’t fight BlackAlpha, and you’ll lose all that revenue. Two undefeated Alpha Warriors going at it for the title and the chance to make the other a Beta Bottom.”
“Yes,” Dandy began, “but your conditions are…well, unacceptable. A private ring? Banish RedDante and Jacked Stud from the arena? You get 50% of the revenues from streaming the match?”
“It’s the least you can do for me,” ATB said, “After you had me train your Gray Bitch to be an MMA fighter without telling me. He brought that 12” dildo to the ring and nearly used it on me. And those goon Heels RedDante and the Blonde Tarzan restrained me while BlackAlpha face fucked me in the ring.”
“Jeez, Johnny, I had to make that match competitive. You would have destroyed the kid if he had no skills. The crowd loved it, and you won in the end. I had nothing to do with the Ebony Heel hitting you with your championship belt and then skull-fucking you. I only saw that later on the videotape.”
“Excuses, excuses, Dandy,” Liu said, “You have my conditions.”
“You won’t change your mind.” Dawson asked.
“Nope,” the Champ replied.
“Well…I didn’t want to do this but…” the promoter snapped his left fingers.
Suddenly, the AsianTitanBull felt two muscular arms thread through his armpits. He was yanked backward and pulled off his feet as Tanner Wu locked on a Full Nelson. “What the….Crikey, man!” yelled ATB. He felt AMG’s sweaty pecs against his back. Wu increased the pressure and half dragged Liu backwards to center ring.
Dawson stepped onto the apron and slid into the ring between the top and middle ropes. “Master Han, will you do the honors?” he said with a malevolent grin.
Han bowed briefly and went to his black leather bag. He brought it to center ring and reached inside it to pull out a black plastic wand with a white head. Han hit a button on the side of the wand, and the object began to vibrate. Bbbbuuuuuzzzz! He moved in front of the AsianTitanBull.
With his free hand, AMG’s teacher slapped Liu’s bulge three times. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Johnny’s cock, already half hard, began growing and straining against the front of his white Speedo.
Master Han smiled. He pulled on the front of Liu’s Speedo then inserted the head of the vibrating wand into his pouch as the AsianMuscleGod held ATB firmly in place, with his feet swaying in the air just above the canvass.
Bbbbbbuuuuuzzzzzzz! “Oh…oh…oh my God!” moaned the Champ as Han ran the vibrating stick up and down the length of Liu’s monster cock, letting the head linger against the cock’s protruding head.
“Nooooooo,” ATB pleaded. Now he felt the hardness of Wu Teng’s 8” cock pressing into his Speedo-covered ass crack.
“So,” Dawson said, “My conditions are…. You’re gonna fight BlackAlpha at the Harlem Arena. RedDante and JackedStud will be at ringside. You can bring anyone you want. It will be a No Holds Barred match with one exception. No MMA moves. You’ll have to wrestle BlackAlpha. That’s what we do in the TSWF. And no revenue sharing, period.”
“Fuck no and fuck you!” the AsianTitanBull said through his moans. Spots of pre-cum began to appear on the front of his Speedo. His purplish cock head rose above his waistband as Master Han kept up his assault on the fat tool.
Dawson snapped his fingers once more. Han Junhon reached inside Liu’s Speedo and hit the button on the stick, increasing the vibration level. BBBBBBUUUUUZZZZZZ!!!
“NO…NO…OH GOD...” ATB groaned. Tanner Wu began rocking his hips, dry humping the Champ from behind as he continued to immobilize Liu in his steel grip. Wu sneered, “Can’t wait to make you my Beta Bitch.”
“Just say the word, mate,” Dandy said, feigning an Australian accent, “And you will be spared the humiliation of being forced to cum.”
Master Han’s free hand pushed ATB’s swollen cock head back into the Speedo pouch as he pressed the head of the stock against the v-spot below the tip.
The loud moans from the AsianTitanBull filled the ring. “OH…OH…OH…OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The promoter reached inside Master Han’s black bag and extracted a large brown dildo. “Nice, Master Han, I didn’t know you had a replica of BlackAlpha’s 9” cut cock. Maybe I ought to give the Champ a feel for what it might be like to lose to The Ebony Heel,” he suggested.
Liu’s eyes looked panicked as he submitted, “OK, OK…. I’LL DO IT!!!”
Dawson huffed, “Wise decision” as he returned the dildo to the bag. But before Han could pull out the vibrating wand from Johnny’s pouch, the Champ’s ripped body began to convulse and shudder. His cock pulsed against the stick and cum erupted inside his Speedo. “AHH! AHH! AHHHHHHHHH!” he exclaimed as he spasmed in AMG’s arms, still held in the Full Nelson.
Dawson grinned. The front of his silver slacks showed the outline of his hard 7.5” cock. He walked to center ring and, as Master Han pulled out the wand and turned off the motor, reached inside Liu’s wet pouch. His hand squeezed ATB’s cock head and scooped out a sizable quantity of cum. Dawson raised his hand to Liu’s face and painted the sticky man juice over his forehead, eyebrows, nose, cheeks and lips.
“Just making you look pretty for your upcoming fight…mate,” Dawson said scornfully. He snapped his fingers again and the AsianMuscleGod released the Full Nelson, dropping the Champ to the mat. PLOP! He lay on his chest with his Speedo-covered ass pointing upwards.
“You got all that on videotape,” the promoter asked Master Han. “Yes, Mr. Dawson,” came the instant reply. “Good,” Dandy responded as he knelt by ATB’s head and said, “If you don’t go through with the match under my conditions, I’ll make sure that videotape gets released and publicized to the max down in Sydney—a fucking humiliation for you.”
(To be continued.)
