Putting a Former Champ in His Place
Dandy Dawson was sitting in his Midtown office where the Tri-State Wrestling Federation was headquartered. He wore only a silver Speedo. The meeting with the AsianTitanBull had gone well. Now he had to deal with the former Champ BlackAlpha. No longer The Face or Hero of the TSWF, BlackAlpha had become The Ebony Heel and leader of The Squad.
Dawson heard a knock on his office door and exclaimed, “C’mon in.” The door opened and the former Champ entered, wearing a tight-fitting black tank top and black gym shorts. “Afternoon, Dandy,” BlackAlpha said confidently.
Dawson motioned BA to sit in front his desk. “We’ve traveled a long road together, Champ” he said. BlackAlpha nodded in agreement and took his seat. He spread his legs wide enough to give Dawson a peek up the leg holes of his gym shorts. The former Champ appeared to be going commando, thought the silver-haired promoter who could make out BA's brown mushroom head.
“I’m gonna give you that title shot,” Dawson announced. BlackAlpha broke into a huge grin and said, “Well, it’s about time.”
“Yeah, I know,” Dandy acknowledged, then added “You’ll be happy to know I put some restrictions on the AsianTitanBull.”
“Like what,” BA asked.
“Like he’s gotta wrestle you without doing that MMA and kickboxing shit.”
Another big grin from BlackAlpha. The former Champ asked, “But otherwise No Holds Barred?”
“Yeah, that’s right, except—and I haven’t told ATB this yet—but the match will end only when there’s an “accepted” KO or submission.”
“Seems fair,” BlackAlpha observed, “You know I’m gonna destroy that pretender, especially in a wrestling match. I’m still undefeated in TSWF matches.”
“So is he,” Dawson noted, “Oh and you can have RedDante and JackedStud at ringside in case they are needed.”
“Shit, Dandy, you’re full of good news today.”
“But there is one thing you and I need to straighten out,” the promoter said.
“Yeah, what’s that?”
Dawson hit the play button on a TV remote and the TV monitor on the side wall lit up. The video’s title was “Hartford Post-Match Humiliation.” It began showing a dark backstage area.
“Remember Hartford?” Dandy asked.
“Hartford?” BA said.
“Don’t play dumb with me. You’re too smart for that,” the promoter said.
The lights came on in the video. A tall muscled black wrestler in a Lucha Libre mask and black and silver singlet held a black whip. Two others stood nearby. One was Tino Gavras aka OrangeMuscle in an orange Speedo. He had just defeated the Blonde Tarzan JackedStud. The other was BlackAlpha’s former Coach Stan wearing a royal blue Speedo. Stan had become Tino’s trainer after a rift had opened up between himself and BlackAlpha.
Suspended horizontally in mid-air by ropes was none other than Dandy Dawson in his naked glory. His 7.5” cock dangled downwards.
Dawson glanced at BlackAlpha who was studying the scene in the video. “Recognize the Dark Enforcer?”
The Ebony Heel smirked, “Well, you hired me.”
Dawson snapped, “Didn’t know he was you.”
BlackAlpha laughed and said, “You have to admit you enjoyed being fucked by my 9” dick.”
Back in the video, the TSWF promoter yelled, “You can’t do this to me, you fuckers!” Gavras snorted “The fuck we can’t pussy!” Turning to The Dark Enforcer, Tino snarled “Make him our Bitch!” Masked BlackAlpha cracked the whip and began to attack Dawson’s exposed ass. SNAP! CRACK! “Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhhhh!” screamed Dawson. “FUCK YES!” hollered Tino and Stan in unison. SNAP! CRACK! “Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhhhh!” cried out the promoter.
Dawson hit a button on his remote forwarding the video. There was BlackAlpha—ramming home his thick cock into Dawson from behind as Tino and Coach Stan jointly face fucked the promoter. Gavras and Stan pulled out their cocks out of Dandy’s mouth and began jerking them inches away from his face. “OHHHH GODDDD! OHHHH FUCCCKKK! FUCK MY HOLE!!!” yelled Dandy Dawson as he gave up his ass completely to BlackAlpha.
Dandy hit the stop button turning off the monitor. He turned to look at BlackAlpha who sat with a churlish grin on his face. The promoter said, “We don’t need to watch the rest of that. We both know how it ended.”
“So what do we have to straighten out?” asked The Ebony Heel with a chuckle.
“You know I got my revenge against Tino Gavras. I made him into my Beta Bitch the same night he won the Tri-State Wrestling Fed Championship. He had become too big for his own britches. He was never the same after that. But you…I’ve never avenged being humiliated by you.”
“Can’t we let bygones be bygones,” the former Champ asked.
“If you weren’t such a great fan draw, you’d have been squashed long ago, my friend,” Dawson said, “But here I am…giving you another title shot and stacking the rules in your favor.”
“I guess I should say, ‘Thank you,’” BA offered, somewhat insincerely.
“No, here’s the deal,” Dandy continued, “My only condition for your match is that you begin wearing this today.”
As he said it, Dawson pulled out his top drawer and brought out a stainless steel cock cage. It had a cock ring for a male’s nuts and capsule of sorts in which to stuff a cock head. The capsule was not solid but had 12 silver rods extending from the center to a smaller ring. A key attached to a silver chain was inserted into the cage.
BlackAlpha quirked his right eyebrow in surprise, “You gotta be kidding,”
“If you want the title shot, you’ll be wearing this to get it. And it only comes off if you defeat the AsianTitanBull.”
BA huffed.
Dawson stood and walked around his desk. BlackAlpha rose at the same time. His thick tool swayed against the front of his black gym shorts.
Dandy asked, “May I?”
BlackAlpha paused, looking intently into the promoter’s eyes. He wanted to be Champ again. How bad could this be? And Dawson had skewed the match in his favor. ATB—permitted only to wrestle—would be an easy target for the much larger and stronger former Champ. “Ok,” BA said slowly, “but only you and me will know. Got it?”
“Attaboy!” Dawson said cheerfully. He reached his right hand forward and tugged down the front of BlackAlpha’s shorts. His flaccid 9” cut cock flopped out below his cropped black pit hair. The promoter tugged BA’s smooth balls forward and through the cock ring. They immediately increased in size given the compression of the ring. Then Dawson stuffed the head of BlackAlpha’s cock into the capsule and pulled it shut with a click. He turned the metal key on the cage, which hung downwards from the weight of BlackAlpha’s equipment.
“Sexy,” the promoter observed, as he hung the silver chain and key around his neck, “Very sexy.”
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Sitting alone in his office later, Dandy smiled to himself. He had planted a seed of doubt in the AsianTitanBull’s mind by handicapping his ability to defend TSWF title. He had locked up BlackAlpha’s best asset, making him bend to the promoter’s will. If he had to choose, he hoped The Ebony Heel would reclaim his title and send the increasingly annoying AsianTitanBull back to Australia. In all events, Dawson knew the match would make a lot of money, and he would assert his domination over the winner within minutes after the winner fucked the loser. The thought got Dawson horned up. Slowly, he pulled down his silver Speedo, grasped the base of his semi-hard 7.5” cut cock and began stroking it.
(To be continued.)
P.S. The "Hartford" wrestling story can be found here:
