“Stakes” for Devon
I woke on my back at center ring. Naked except for his mask and harness, Devon straddled my 46” chest. He slapped his big cock against my face. I realized I was wearing only my harness. I was no longer wearing my cum- smeared Lucha Libre mask. Nor was I wearing my Speedo. He had apparently removed both after KO’ing me in the ring. “Wake up, Bitch!” he said.
Fully erect, Devon’s bitch slaps spurted pre-cum onto my cheeks. He finally rose and pulled me to my knees in front of him. I was eye level with his hard cock and balls. I felt his hands on the back of my head. He yanked my face forward. My lips parted and I was immediately impaled on his 9” black cock. “Take all of it, Bitch!” he ordered. Keeping his hands on my head, his hips began thrusting forwards and back, face fucking me hard.
I took him deep, trying to breathe and avoid gagging on the huge cock. He owned my throat as my nose bumped repeatedly into his trimmed black pubes. Every five or so thrusts, he held my face against his pubic bone. I tasted more of his pre-cum. Soon saliva was spilling from the corners of my mouth.
My right hand went to my hard shaft and began jerking my 7” cock. It was already lubricated from my own jizz. He swatted my hand away. “You’ll touch yourself when I tell you to,” Devon barked.
He suddenly pushed me backwards onto my back. I could see his wet hard cock swaying above me. He sat down on the canvass and pulled his quads backwards, exposing his hairless crack and hole. “GET TO WORK, BITCH!” he ordered, “RIM MY HOLE!” I hadn’t expected this but had no trouble complying with his command.
I moved between his legs and rolled him a bit further backwards. I leaned forward and began licking his crack and pucker. He started to moan. My tongue began to explore his hole, starting with his outer rim. As I did this, I reached with my right hand and found his hard cock. It was still wet from my saliva and I began to stroke it.
“OHHHHHH….OH MY GOD!” Devon sighed. My tongue started plunging as far as it could go into his channel, making him moan even louder. I began to alternate between tonguing his hole and licking his taint. Every few times, my tongue moved up his shaft until my lips swirled around his swollen cut head. Back and forth I went until my muscular masseur was writhing. “Oh God, you’re gonna make me cum again,” he murmured.
“This what you need, Master Devon?” I said, in a slightly cocky tone of voice, before my tongue dived back into his hole. I could feel I was opening him up, which emboldened me. “Tell me…tell me what you want, Sir,” I asked. He was moaning like a bitch in heat. Our roles were reversing as he became more needy and submissive.
“I…I…want you to…fuck my ass,” Devon finally said. My hard cock literally pulsed upon hearing his request. “Sure, baby…sure, I’ll do that,” I replied. I pulled my tongue out of his channel and stood slightly. I grabbed the back of his calves and rolled him back until his exposed hole was pointing upwards. Despite his mask, I could see that Devon’s eyes were sex-hazed.
I positioned my swollen mushroom head at his entrance and began to push forwards. “OHHHH FUCCCKKK!” he groaned. His outer rim relented. Soon all seven inches of my hard dick were inside him. My big smooth balls hit his ass cheeks. I paused, waiting for a few seconds, then began to move, determined to pound him senseless.
“OHH YEAH, FUCK MY BIG ASS!” he exclaimed. He was all splayed out under me—needy and willing. I picked up the pace of my fucking and soon my balls were slapping into his ass on his forward thrust. SLAP! “OH!” SLAP! “OH!” SLAP! “OH!” SLAP! “OH!” I could see white pre-cum spurting from his dick onto his ridged abs. “POUND ME, FUCKING POUND ME!” he yelled.
I wasn’t going to last very long, but it felt so good to be inside my muscled masseur’s hole again. When I pulled out, Devon groaned. I tapped his right quad and he got the idea, rolling onto his chest then onto all fours.
I reached forward and grabbed his harness as my hard cock slid back into his hole, well-lubricated from my saliva and pre-cum. Holding onto the harness with my left hand, I began pummeling him hard. He grunted loudly but took my cock like a champ. My right hand reached under his abs and found his bouncing thick cock. I stroked it in time with my thrusts, causing Devon to moan along with his grunts. I pounded away and could feel my load rising.
“OH GOD…OH MY GOD…OH FUCK!” my muscle stud yelled. His cock throbbed and shot his second load on the canvass below his massive frame. My rock hard dick followed immediately. I thrust in one last time, convulsed and collapsed his back as I unloaded my own cum in his bowels. “UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”
My cock stayed hard inside his hole as I slowly came down from my release. Somehow I sensed an opportunity and wrapped my right bicep around Devon’s throat. He must have realized what I was doing and began to buck a bit but I tightened my grip and squeezed hard. He thrashed harder but I had him well and truly cinched in. Devon began to gasp. Finally, he began go limp in my grasp. His arms slid forward until his chest hit the mat. I was plastered to his back still choking him. A few seconds later, there was no resistance. My muscled masseur was sleeping.
As I stood, my still hard cock dislodged from his wet hole. I shook it over his broad back and sprinkled the rest of my load between his shoulder blades. Smiling, I sat down on his back and reached forward to the strings that held his mask together. Slowly, I untied the back of the disguise. Then I pulled on the black leather until I held his mask in my hands. I stood up a bit so I could roll the unconscious masseur onto his back.
There he was. His handsome ebony face included a cropped black beard. I straddled his upper body. My knees pinned his shoulders. I draped my softening cock across his face and double bi-flexed above. His eyes began to flutter open. I looked down and said “Hey Bitch, you’re all mine now.” With his mask finally off, I did what I had always wanted to do in New York City. I leaned down, parted my lips and kissed my ripped masseur passionately.
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Later, Devon and I had showered together and, naked, brought out some ice tea to the pool. We laid back in adjacent lounge chairs after slathering on some suntan lotion. It was still very hot—over 100 degrees.
“I didn’t expect that,” my sexy masseur volunteered. “Neither did I,” I said, “but I couldn’t pass up that opportunity.” “You know, Vinny,” he began, “I have bottomed twice in the past six months. Both times with you.” I smirked, “You may be a top, Devon, but you’re just a needy bottom for me.”
He laughed, “I can’t get enough of your hard cock…obviously.” Devon added, “Well, you still owe me your hole. I did win our match after all.” “We’ll see,” I said, “Your monster cock would be a lot to handle.” “I’d be gentle with you. Not.” he replied with another chuckle.
We both drifted off for a few minutes, soaking in the rays. Then I remembered I hadn’t told him about my muscle stud construction workers, Bobby and Rico, and my desire to avenge my humiliating loss. “So…Devon, our wrestling isn’t quite done,” I said. “Oh really?” he asked. “Yeah,” I confirmed, “What do you think about tag team matches?”
(To be continued.)
