Author’s Note: This Epilogue was penned almost entirely by a reader DaytonWrestler. I hadn’t planned to write one but I love it when enthusiastic (and horny) readers reach out and offer suggestions or even, as in this case, an entire chapter. I hope you enjoy it.
Epilogue
The whole week after the match with Bobby and Rico, I was feeling on top of the world. I had gotten my revenge and then some. And my ripped masseur Devon had finally fucked me while I pounded the blonde hunk. We agreed to meet up the next time I visited New York City. As he left my home, we hugged and he said, with a wink, he’d give me a rematch.
On a lazy Wednesday morning after Devon’s departure, I jumped into the shower for a quick rinse before getting ready to head to Palm Springs’ gayest gym, the Steel Gym. As I let the hot shower water pour over my leanly muscled, smooth frame, I could not help letting my thoughts wander back to one of my new favorite memories.
After taking down and fucking the blonde muscle stud Bobby, I had decided a little more post-match action was in order. Reaching into my duffel, I pulled out the other set of handcuffs and secured his arms behind his back. I dragged him across the ring by one leg. He started to struggle, trying to twist away from me, but I subdued him and forced him onto his chest. As Devon and Rico watched, I placed one knee on Bobby’s back. My load had begun to seep from the blonde hunk’s hole.
I taunted, “Cheaters need to be taught a lesson. You need to apologize before going home tough guy.” With my knee pinning him to the mat, I brought my hand down on his creamy bubble butt. I started spanking him hard in a slow and steady rhythm. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! "FUCK! Damn...Knock it off!" he spat, wriggling back and forth and trying to roll away.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! ”Come on big boy, lets hear it,” I calmly said, continuing to spank his reddening ass.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! "Damnit, you won, fucking stop man!" he complained, starting to sound winded as he continued to try to roll away, attempting to cover his cheeks with his cuffed hands.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! I pulled away his cuffed hands with one of mine and really laid into the squirming blond muscle boy.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! I kept at it, but looked over at Devon who was treating Rico to his own post-match torture. He had the Latino hunk repositioned with his own hands cuffed behind his back as well. Rico on all fours with Devon’s hand fisting his long black hair. He forced Rico to lick up the puddle of his and Bobby’s cum in the corner. Once again, with his other hand, Devon had pushed the Max Connor dildo into the hot construction worker’s hole. Rico's buff physique was trembling, and his 9.5” cock stiffened again as he moaned into the mat floor.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!! Bobby screamed, “Please man…God…sorry man...please stop...sorry...sorry...you won, I cheated! PLEASE man STOP!"
I had lost track of my own muscle stud as I watched Devon dominate the buff Latino hunk. I looked down now and tears were dripping from Bobby’s face as he gave up and begged for mercy from his beating.
SMACK, SMACK!!! “Sir" was all I said as I gave him a couple more hard smacks. "Please sir! Please. I cheated, I won't do it again, you win, you are the better man SIR!"
Finally happy that this tough stud was in his place I gave him one more hard smack and stood up. Bobby had spent weeks lording his win over me, and I finally felt redeemed with him sniffling and whimpering face down on the mat while he contorted his arms to try to rub his flaming red ass with his cuffed hands. All the while my white cum load still dripped from his muscled cheeks.
I walked over to confer with Devon who had Rico absolutely panting and writhing with his face in the mat and his long hair draped around his head. Devon was working his hole with the big dildo, but keeping him right on the edge of orgasm. After a quick conversation, we dragged both hunks to the center of the ring and sat them facing each other as we offered them their next round.
“We’re going to uncuff you boys. You are going to sit in front of us and face each other as you jerk a load out of those loser dicks.” Neither Rico nor Bobby were in any condition to fight back. We removed their cuffs and knelt them face to face. Both of them started jerking, with Rico still worked up and going at it a little more eagerly than his bruised blond buddy. We let them go for a little while, sweat dripping down their tight physiques until we started to see them tense and get ready to cum. At the same time Devon and I slipped closer to the kneeling hunks and slapped on matching sleeper holds from behind. Devon had Rico and I had Bobby gasping for air.
They initially started to struggle, but we told them to finish or we would put them out. With renewed vigor, they went back to beating their meat while we tightened our grips. Rico came first, his load splattering over Bobby's abs. Bobby came seconds later, his 7.5 cock shooting his load onto Rico’s light brown skin.
Both Devon and I tightened our grips and felt the surprise of each muscle stud as they realized they actually were going out. As each slumped into the other, we dumped both piles of sweaty muscle onto the mat. PLOP! I went over to the corner to retrieve my duffel bag, I had one more surprise for the studs before they were done.
When we were done with them, we dressed them back in their Speedos and carried them to the side gate. Leaving them snoozing just inside the gate almost in each other’s arms, we locked my house and went out for a celebratory lunch. Both guys were gone by the time we got back, clearly limping home to lick their wounds.
That had been a week ago, and I was still walking on cloud nine. As I walked into Steel Gym, I was greeted by a sight that was no where close to getting old. Muscle boy Bobby was doing leg presses, but cut his set short as he saw me and charged across the gym. His cocky demeanor was gone. He leaned in close and whispered “It’s been a week, Sir. Can it please come off now?"
Spotting the bodybuilder of a trainer behind the front desk, I stepped back and spoke loudly "I need to get a pump in boy, wait until after my workout and we can see about getting you what you need.” The trainer smirked, thinking he knew exactly what buff Bobby was begging for.
My workout was fantastic. Bobby trailed me around the gym, always trying to stay within sight and helping spot me as I pushed to personal records on a couple of my lifts. At the end he trailed behind me to the locker room like a little puppy. The locker room was mostly empty on our side. Once inside, I started to strip down while he shifted anxiously from foot to foot.
"Strip" I told him, grabbing my towel from my bag and wrapping it around my waist.
"I didn’t bring shower stuff" he said, looking at the ground.
A few more guys had started to wander in.
"If you want my help, you will strip, boy. I don't want to ask again.”
"Yes, Sir" he said quietly. He shucked off his gray tank top and black shorts. Then he paused with his hands on the waist of his white jock, looking pleadingly at me. I shook my head and he dropped his jock to the floor before tossing it into my locker with the rest of his clothes. A couple of the other guys in the locker room snickered and whistled as they saw me smack the big buff blond muscle head on the ass and parade him towards the sauna. The gym rats had seen that Bobby’s 7.5 inch cock was locked up and straining in a small white cock cage.
I said, “Lets see how you can convince me you’re ready for that to come off.”
He sniffled a little as I led him into the sauna and closed the door behind us. Devon and I had talked and agreed that Bobby and Rico needed to stay locked up for a month at least. Bobby didn't know that, but he and Rico could think what they wanted while they worked on convincing us they were ready.
Alone in the sauna, Bobby fell to his knees before me as I dropped my towel. He had a pleading look on his face. I reached for his golden locks and pulled his face forward. He opened his mouth and let his tongue swirl around my mushroom head. Then I yanked his face down until my entire cock was buried in his throat. The hot construction worker gagged loudly. “Breathe boy,” I instructed. After a few moments he was bobbing and slurping around my hard tool. His eyes were glassy. “That’s it, boy, take my cock like the slutty whore you are.”
Bobby no doubt thought I’d unlock his dick once he finished blowing me off. I had no intention of doing that. He started jerking and blowing me, speeding up his tempo. I could feel my load rising. Both of our muscled bodies broke out in a sweat in the sauna room. “Ok, fuck,” I nearly gasped, “Fucking swallow my load, boy!”
I could feel my cock explode my load into the pretty boy’s throat. He started grunting as he swallowed. I looked down to see his own cock bulging in his cage. Cum dripped from the sides of the cage. The whore had cum without being touched.
As I came down from my release, I shoved him backwards onto the floor of the sauna. “Keep it up, boy, and I might consider freeing your cock. But not today.” He stared up at me as I stood over him, shaking my semi-hard cock so the last remnants of my release landed on his face and pecs. Then I walked out of the sauna back to the lockers, leaving the pathetic jobber to contemplate his fate.
(The End.)
