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Cocky blonde muscle hunk Bobby groaned into my sweaty armpit. He had started to utter a muffled submission. Suddenly, I felt a thick, tattooed forearm surround my throat and yank me up and backwards violently. I let go of Bobby as my attacker applied a REAR NAKED CHOKE HOLD. Now it was me gasping as I tried to pry the assaulter’s arm free of my throat. Bobby got to his feet and shook his head, clearing the cobwebs. The Latino stud Rico pulled me against his body and there was no mistaking he had a hard on. His big 9.5" cock pressed against my bare ass cheeks. Minutes later, I found myself screaming out my tortured submission in a CAMEL CLUTCH/BOSTON CRAB COMBO.
Bobby only accepted my submission after I called them both “Sirs.” Then during stakes they had their way with me, taking turns spit-roasting me. My hole was stretched by the Latino hunk’s long cock but Bobby’s mushroom head and wider girth was even more to take. He kept pressing his fat dick into my entrance. After the big head had slipped inside, he pushed hard until he was fully seated. With Rico’s dick now plowing my throat, Bobby pummeled my ass mercilessly. When they were on the verge of orgasming, they had kicked me onto my back and together exploded their loads on my face and pecs.
I awoke in a sweat as the memories of my humiliation at the hands of the hot construction crew members flooded back. Today would be different. I was determined to take my revenge on the two arrogant construction workers.
When my ripped masseur Devon and I won the tag team match, I had plans for the two alpha heels. I had already packed a duffel bag for ringside complete with lube, a life-size replica of Max Konnor’s big cock, handcuffs, and ball gags. While I wanted both muscle studs to suffer payback, Bobby was my main target. The cocky blonde muscle hunk was insufferable whenever I ran into him at the Steel Gym, always reminding me of my humiliation.
After breakfast, Devon and I dressed in all black gear. We had matching black leather masks and hoods, black Speedos and black boots. Devon admired his chiseled physique in the full length mirror in my bathroom. His creamy brown skin contrasted nicely with the black gear. My masseur’s 9” cock was already semi-hard. He snaked his hand into his pouch and adjusted himself.
Bobby and Rico were due at 10:00 a.m. We wanted to wrestle before it got too hot. I headed out to the ring in the backyard with my duffel bag. Devon stayed in the house to get a bicep pump going with my 35 pound dumbbells.
Shortly after 10:00, I heard noises by the side gate. Within seconds, Bobby and Rico emerged around the back of the house. They had come in matching outfits. Both wore white tank tops, tight blue jeans and brown leather boots. Each had a red bandana around his neck and a yellow hard hat on his head.
“Well, well,” said Bobby as he took in my pro wrestling ring, “Was not expecting this. Have to say the Puta Bitch has gone all out.”
Rico flashed a cocky grin and admired the ring along with his partner.
The blonde muscle boy sneered at me in the ring, “Back for another two on one, Bitch?”
“Who said anything about a two on one?” I asked, and continued my stretching routine.
Just then, Devon came out of the double doors to the sunroom. He strutted confidently in my direction then saw our two opponents at the side of the ring.
“These the supposed alphas we’re gonna destroy?” he asked.
“That’s them,” I replied.
Both Bobby and Rico were staring—gawking really—at my 6’4” 240 pound muscled masseur. Devon smiled back at them before striking a double bicep flex, revealing his cropped black pit hair. He dropped the pose after a few seconds and slid into the ring between the top and middle ropes.
Bobby’s mouth was hanging open. He was only 5’9” and 175lbs. He did have a 48” chest and 19” pecs but he seemed psyched out by the sight of Devon. And—although he wouldn’t admit it—Bobby knew I’d have taken him in our first match but for Rico’s interference.
Rico said “C’mon Bobby, we got these Putas.” He appeared to be wearing his long black hair up in a man bun under his yellow hard hat. He stood 6’3” and weighed 210 pounds. I could see the definition in his 48” pecs, which pressed against his white tank. He boasted of a large 9.5” uncut cock. His dick was longer than Bobby’s 7.5” cut cock but not as fat as the blonde muscle stud’s.
Our two opponents stepped over the top rope on the opposite side of the ring. They flung their hard hats over the ropes. This exposed Bobby’s curly blonde locks. The blonde muscle hunk kicked off his boots then slowly undid his jeans buttons. In a few moments he had stepped out of the jeans. He was dressed only in his red bandana, white tank and tight briefs. The imprint of his fat mushroom head pointed downwards. He kissed his 19” right bicep, exposing his dirty blonde pit hair, and stared at us with his bright blue eyes.
Rico followed suit and he too was soon geared up only in his bandana, white tank and briefs. His big cock and balls barely fit inside the pouch of the briefs.
Both Devon and I watched their striptease. Both of our cocks—Devon’s 9” cut dick and my 7” cut cock—began to tent out the front of our black Speedos.
Devon announced “Just so you know, when this is over, you’ll both be calling us Sirs and yourselves Bitches as we ram our hard cocks up your holes.”
“Yeah, right,” Rico said dismissively as he began to bounce from one foot to the other. He added “Hope Puta here has filled you in on our last encounter.” “Yeah,” Bobby added, “When we spit-roasted the Puta in his own home.” With a wink, he reached inside the pouch of his white briefs and adjusted his 7.5” cock.
“Okay, there are no rules,” I interjected, “It’s no holds barred and the winning team has its way with the losers.” Bobby and Rico both nodded. I couldn’t deny Rico’s good looks with his piercing green eyes. Except for the black stubble on his face, he was smooth and ripped all over with light brown skin.
Bobby turned to his partner and said, “I’ll start bud. You might not need to come in.” Rico grinned “That’s the right attitude amigo.” He stepped back out of the ring and moved to the opposite corner where he stood next to the post.
I said “I’ll take care of Bobby. Watch my back.” Devon nodded, patted me on the back and stepped back over the top rope. “You got this, Vinny” he said.
The morning temps were rising. There was already a sheen of sweat on my smooth 48” pecs. I moved towards center ring and raised my arms inviting Bobby to lock up.
Approaching me, the kid began to raise his arms too. Before I could react, however, the blonde muscle stud scooted around me and wrapped his arms around my back and mid-section. He lifted my boots off the canvas then rocketed backwards, SLAMMING my upper back into the mat in a GERMAN SUPLEX shaking the ring. BAM!!! “UGH!”
Bobby was on his feet quickly. I was still recovering from his bone-cracking suplex when the alpha male wrapped his red bandana around my neck. He pulled it tight, turning it into a make-shift noose. I started to gasp as he yanked me to my feet. Bobby turned away from me then, by his bandana, hauled my 185 pound frame onto his back. “Ggggggwwwwwoooooccccckkkkk!!!” “Yeah, Bitch, Submit!!!” the blonde gymnast demanded. My legs kick wildly as I started to get dizzy.
Before I could give, I heard boots pounding the canvass. “What the…!” Bobby howled as he was suddenly SPEARED by my ripped masseur Devon. WHAM! “Uuugghhh!!!”
I went flying off Bobby’s back. On my knees, I saw the red bandana, which I balled up and flung out of the ring. Devon had resumed his position in our corner.
Bobby had recovered…too quickly. He grabbed my right arm and pulled me upwards. “Puta’s going for ride!” he exclaimed as he WHIPPED my smooth muscled body towards the corner. My back SLAMMED into the turnbuckles. CLANG!
I could see the blonde hunk crouch then sprint towards me, aiming to spear my abs. I was rattled by the start of the match but my right boot swung upwards at the last moment. Bobby’s head smashed into it. THUD! “Agh!” “YEAH!” Devon shouted.
Bobby sank to his knees. His face fell onto my six pack. I grabbed a fistful of his blonde locks and yanked him upwards. Gripping his hair, I pulled his head backwards then SLAMMED his face into the top turnbuckle. BANG! “Ugh!” I wanted the cocky muscle stud to see stars so I pulled his head back once more then sent his face once again into the top turnbuckle. BANG! “Uuuggghhh!”
As I yanked his head back a third time, Rico jumped over the top rope and started towards Bobby and me. Devon vaulted into the ring and blocked Rico’s way. “Get fuck out of here, Bitch!” my muscled masseur ordered. The Latino stud walked backwards to his corner as I resumed bashing Bobby’s pretty face into the turnbuckle. CLANG! “Aaaggghhh!!!”
I pulled wobbly Bobby out of the corner and pushed him onto his chest at center ring. I quickly grabbed his right leg and pulled it upwards, contorting his back in a SINGLE LEGGED CRAB. My left hand reached for his bulge and formed a CLAW around his balls. I TWISTED AND SQUEEZED hard. “Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!” the blonde construction worker screamed.
“Submit Pretty Boi!” I demanded, tightening my grip around his nuts. Rico slid between the top and middle ropes and again advanced on me. But Devon appeared out of nowhere. The Latino stud ran into his CLOTHESLINE only steps from mid-ring. BAM! Rico’s 6’3” 210 pound framed SLAMMED backwards onto the canvass. He turned and rolled under the bottom rope to escape Devon.
Meanwhile, I dropped the single legged crab and ball claw but quickly straddled Bobby’s back. I threaded my 18” biceps through his pits and yanked his head and upper torso upwards, putting the blonde hunk into a CAMEL CLUTCH. I dug my fingers into the corners of his mouth and stretched it wide. Bobby’s legs kicked into the canvass as his back was compressed.
“Wish I had a picture of this Bitch!” I said to Devon, then released my hold and let Bobby’s face hit the canvass. SPLAT! I stood up and moved to my corner where I slapped Devon’s right hand.
My muscled masseur stepped over the top rope. He moved to Bobby’s spreadeagled body. Devon leaned down and wrapped his arms around the blonde muscle stud’s back and dragged him upwards into a REVERSE BEAR HUG. “AAAGGGHHH!!!” Bobby yelled as the 6’4” 240 pound behemoth squeezed his ribcage to the breaking point.
Lifting Bobby’s feet off the mat, Devon walked towards his corner where Rico watched with obvious concern. As he neared the corner, Devon turned Bobby’s body and lifted it higher until his legs straddled the top rope. He dropped the blonde muscle hunk, SLAMMING his fat bulge into the rope. “Aaaarrrrgggghhhhh!!!” Bobby teetered back and forth on the rope then crashed onto the canvass in his corner. Rico reached his hand between the middle and bottom ropes and the blonde pretty boi’s hand grazed it.
Devon walked backwards to center ring and motioned the Latino hunk to meet him. “C’mon Bitch,” he said, “Show me what you got!” He ran his left hand through the valley between his defined pecs and flicked sweat droplets in Rico’s direction.
Rico snickered as he approached big Devon. He raised his light brown muscled arms inviting a test of strength. Devon said “This is gonna be fun.” He raised his 20” biceps. The two men clasped each other’s hands and began grunting as they pressed into each other. Devon pushed hard until his smooth 50” pecs were nearly touching Rico’s tank top. My muscled masseur was indeed stronger and soon the Latino stud was being forced downward.
“Look who’s the Puta now!” I shouted from my corner. Pressed onto his knees, and held there, Rico could only stare upwards at Devon’s big bulge. Suddenly, Devon SLAMMED his knee upward into Rico’s face. WHUMP! “UGH!”
The Latino hunk fell backwards, spreadeagled at center ring. His arms spread wide revealing his hairless pits. Devon reached for Rico’s man bun and pulled his long black hair free. He fisted the hair and literally dragged his 210 pound body across the canvass to our corner.
Rico was unsteady on his feet and offered no resistance as my ripped masseur sat him down on the middle turnbuckle. From outside the ring, I reached for Rico’s black hair. Grabbing two long strands, I quickly tied them to the top ropes. Devon nodded his approval as he draped Rico’s arms over the top ropes on each side of the ring post.
Taking one step backwards, the Ripped Masseur grabbed the top ropes and STOMPED his right boot into Rico’s abs. BAM! “UGH!” He followed this with a left boot stomp. THUD! “UGH!” Devon then placed his right boot on Rico’s prodigious bulge and stood up—placing all of his 240 pounds on the Latino stud’s centerpiece and causing him to scream “Aaarrrggghhh!!!”
I spied Bobby, who had recovered, slide between the top and middle ropes in the opposite corner. Quickly entering the ring, I stood in front of Devon and Rico and crossed my arms over my chest. “Not happening, Bitch!” The blonde muscle stud stopped his advance. Rico continued shrieking as Devon ground his black boot into the Latino hunk’s bulge.
As the blonde construction worker moved back to his corner and slid outside the ring, Devon finally stepped back onto the canvass. He reached behind Rico and untied his black locks from the top ropes then dragged the Latino hunk to the nearby ropes. He quickly tied Rico’s arms into the top and middle ropes.
Devon jumped over the top rope and stood behind Rico. He grabbed Rico’s red bandana and jerked his head and body backwards, causing his back to arch upwards and putting his smooth brown pecs on display. Then he let go and the Latino stud’s body bounced up and down in the ropes.
This time Devon raised his right leg and swept it up and over Rico’s throat. As his leg began to choke the Latino hunk, Rico’s legs kicked wildly at the canvass.
Bobby re-entered the ring from the opposite corner. I was ready for him. I vaulted over the top rope and sprang forward, SPEARING the blonde pretty boi in his smooth six-pack, knocking the wind out of him.
I wasted no time in grabbing his curly locks and forcing him to the ropes opposite Rico. I tied the blonde muscle stud’s arms into the top and middle ropes so he could face his tag team partner. I moved outside the ring and swung my own leg up and over Bobby’s throat and began choking him.
Holding the ropes, both Devon and I began bouncing our legs, adding to the pressure on Rico’s and Bobby’s throats. We demanded in unison “Submit Bitches, Submit!!!” The two jobbers quickly did—shouting “GIVE! GIVE! GIVE!”
“I give Sir!” I demanded while continuing to choke Bobby. “Yeah, I give Sir!” ordered Devon. “Give Sir! Give Sir! Give Sir!” the former alphas groaned together.
“FUCK YEAH!” I hollered. Devon grinned widely. We released our grip and slid back into the ring. Meeting at center ring, we gave each other a big hug. Our sweaty chests pressed together. “Time for some fun,” I winked at him.
Devon said “In a moment. I want Rico to submit to me again.” He walked over to the Latino hunk and yanked his body free from the ropes. Leaning down, Devon grabbed Rico’s white tank and ripped it off his torso. He wrapped the white fabric around the loser’s neck and hauled his smooth muscled body onto his back, racking the 6’3” hunk. Devon strutted around the ring, pausing every few steps to jump up and down. “No…no…no Papi!!!” Rico cried out. “Submit Bitch!” Devon commanded. “I GIVE, I GIVE…I GIVE PAPI!!!” The black muscled masseur grinned at me and dropped Rico on the canvas. SPLAT!
(To be continued.)
