How to Mind Fuck Your Opponent
The raucous fans in the Williamsburg Arena were chanting “JBB! JBB! JBB!” as the P.R. Alpha Stud bounced from one size 13 red boot to the other. He was wearing his bright red Speedos with the letters “JAH” in white covering his caramel-colored ass cheeks. His bulge was more prominent than usual. DaddyRodrigo had created a special inside pouch into which Joel had stuffed his 9” uncut cock and balls after DR had fastened on a cock ring. It would be hard for any red-blooded gay male to resist. The bulge was all about seducing the AsianMuscleGod, tapping into his submissive side and distracting him from the task at hand of defending his Tri-State Wrestling Fed championship. Rodrigo looked on from JAH’s corner dressed in his tight green tank and green Speedos. Both Alphas smiled as the fans continued their chant. They were confident the crowd would be yelling “Champ JAH!”—and not “JoelBetaBitch”—by the end of the match.
“AND NOW,” the ring announcer shouted, “INTRODUCING YOUR TSWF CHAMPION, THE ASIAN HUNK WHO DESTROYED VINNY MUSCLE STALLION THEN FUCKED HIM SENSELESS INTO THE CANVASS, STANDING AT 6’4” AND WEIGHING 250 POUNDS, THE UNDEFEATED AND UNFUCKED CHAMP, YOUR VERY OWN ASIAN MUSCLE GOD!!!” The fans went wild immediately changing their chant to “AMG! AMG! AMG!” as the Asian Alpha burst through the curtains and marched down the ramp, trailed a few feet behind by Master Han who was sore and walking a little bow-legged. Han was in his trademark black leather harness and chaps with a black cod piece. He carried his black whip, which he had used to such advantage for his Student in prior matches.
The AsianMuscleGod had opted for his new costume gear. To the surprise of many in the crowd, he was dressed in his pink, purple and silver wide flowing Samurai trousers with the Siamese cat buckle. Bare chested, he wore his long silver wig with cat ears on top that matched the lavender ears of the cat on the buckle. His cheeks and nose were painted with purple stripes. As he strode towards the ring, Wu Teng grinned and patted his silver mane. He carried the TSWF belt in his other hand, which he held aloft before the adoring but still somewhat puzzled crowd of lusting men. They weren’t sure what to make of Wu’s feline theme.
Mounting the metal steps to the ring, AMG stared at his challenger then focused on his big bulge. He knew JoelAlphaHunk had a thick 9” cock but had never seen it up close and in person. His package looked almost like a melon that had been inserted into the pouch of JAH’s red Speedos. The AsianMuscleGod had never been fucked and he was pretty damn sure he wouldn’t be after this match was over. But man what a package! He wasn’t sure his virgin ass could take such a large tool. Master Han held up the top rope and the Asian Alpha stepped into the ring with his eyes still locked on Joel’s bulge. DaddyRodrigo saw the whole thing and couldn’t help snorting out loud. The plan was working or so it appeared. AMG already looked a bit intimidated—a little like a deer in headlights. And it was a bonus the Asian Champ had shown up in jobber gear. Pink, purple and silver, jeez DR thought. Maybe AMG would submit to JAH early and often!
The ring announcer intoned “AND GENTLEMEN, TONIGHT WE HAVE TWO HONORARY COACHES! FIRST, LET ME INTRODUCE OUR FORMER CHAMP, THE BAY RIDGE HERO, THE OLIVE-SKINNED STUD, AND SOMETIME PONY BITCH, AND HONORARY COACH TO THE CHALLENGER, VINNY MUSCLE STALLION!!!” Vinny walked through the curtains wearing his white tank top and tight blue jeans. The white color always showed off his bronze skin and defined 22” biceps. He strode confidently to the ring, not looking like the Bitch Boi who had submitted to the AsianMuscleGod just a week earlier. AMG was startled that Joel had chosen the Stallion. Why pick a defeated and humiliated loser as your Coach? On the other hand, AMG now understood why Master Han believed that Vinny had squealed to Joel about the Chinese Wrestler’s submissive side. VMS stepped into the ring and embraced the P.R. Alpha Stud then DaddyRodrigo. “Hey Cum Slut!” Vinny joked with DR, who responded with a less than full-fledged smile. He wasn’t used to being dominated as Joel and Vinny had done the day before. But if it got the P.R. Alpha Stud in the right frame of mind then Rodrigo had done his job, literally.
“AND HORNY GENTS, LET ME INTRODUCE THE HONORARY COACH FOR THE CHAMP. YOU KNOW HIM FROM JAH’S MATCH IN THE P.R. AGAINST RED DANTE. HERE HE IS, THE LATINO HUNK, THE STUD INCARNATE, SOMETIMES KNOWN AS SENIOR ALFA, THE ONE AND ONLY…CORTEZ!!!” Now it was Joel’s turn to be surprised. His traitorous protégé had doubled down and now supported the Champ against his Puerto Rican mentor. JAH was still smarting from being skull fucked by Cortez after Joel had defended his title in the P.R. The Latino Hunk was a beast. He stood 6’5” and weighed 260 pounds. He had hairless 54” pecs with large brown nipples. He was smooth except for a black treasure trail below his belly button, which extended into his trimmed black pubes and 9.5” uncut cock--the same cock that had fucked former Champ Black Alpha on a massage table in the P.R. while promoter Dandy Dawson force fed BA his own cock.
Cortez had long black hair that he kept up in man bun. His wide lats tapered down to a 34” waist and 35” quads. Tonight, he was dressed only in black Speedos. As he marched towards the ring, he shouted “COMING FOR YOU, JOEL BETA BITCH!” and shot his middle finger at the contender. After embracing the AsianMuscleGod and Master Han in the ring, Cortez saw JAH staring at him. With a smirk, he reached inside his Speedos to adjust his semi-hard dick and hollered “LOVED FACE FUCKING YOU IN THE P.R. AND AMG SAYS I GET TO DO IT AGAIN TONIGHT AFTER HE WINS!”
The referee entered the ring and motioned the AsianMuscleGod and JoelAlphaHunk to center ring where their eyes locked with each other’s. As the crowd buzzed with excitement, the ref explained “This is a ‘no holds barred’ match. You can’t get disqualified. You win the title by KO’ing your opponent or getting him to submit. Loser pays ‘stakes.’ Got it?” The two Alpha Male Wrestlers nodded but did not move their gaze away from the other, until Joel slowly looked down at his massive bulge and said to AMG “It’s as big as it looks, Chump, and you will love the feel of it when I tag your prostate later tonight.” The Asian Alpha tried to snort derisively but his eyes betrayed a hint of alarm. He had banished his submissive side, or so he thought, by fucking Master Han the day before. Now he couldn’t seem to get JAH’s impressive manhood out of his brain. The bulge was like a spell on him.
The ref took AMG’s TSWF belt and sent the Alpha Wrestlers to their respective corners. Rodrigo gave JAH one last hug and whispered “Remember I have a plan for Master Han. He will be dealt with!” Joel smiled as he broke the embrace and DR stepped through the ropes to join VinnyMuscleStallion on the apron.
Han Junhon looked worried and said, in his final embrace of AMG, “You are the AsianMuscleGod! You will not be defeated by this Bitch!” AMG felt better but said into Han’s ear “Did you see that fucking bulge? The guy is packing some heat!” Han replied “Don’t let them intimidate you, my son.” He reared back with his black whip and snapped against the mat. CRACK! SLAP! As if on that cue, the arena lights went dark. The crowd buzzed in anticipation. Then a spotlight shone on a Muscle Hunk standing at center ring. It was the AsianMuscleGod in a full on double bicep flex. Gone were the colorful trousers, replaced with tight black Speedos. Gone were the silver wig and cat ears. The Champ’s longish black hair framed his tanned face. The purple stripes on his face were now black. He stared at JoelAlphaHunk in the far corner and said in a commanding voice “PREPARE TO SUBMIT TO ME…YOUR ALPHA DOM, THE ASIAN MUSCLE GOD!”
JAH did a double take, as did DaddyRodrigo and the Stallion. There was no hint of submissiveness now. Nothing except maybe AMG’s smooth pits suggested he was anything but an Alpha Macho Fucker about to destroy and humiliate the Latino Contender. “Holy Fuck!” the Stallion said.
The tension mounted as the combatants awaited the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
(To be continued.)
