Squashing An Unprotected AsianMuscleGod?
The Staten Island crowd was in a frenzy as it chanted “VMS! VMS!” over and over again. The Champ had just been introduced and was bouncing from one size 13 boot to another in his corner. He wore a cocky grin on his face and double bi-flexed for the fans and his opponent in the opposite corner. The AsianMuscleGod looked perplexed as he stared at Vinny’s 54” pecs and large nips. He had to admit the Olive-Skinned Stud was the perfect male specimen. He was pretty sure the crowd ultimately wanted to see Vinny dominated and humiliated by a true Alpha.
But where the fuck was Master Han? That was the thought running through AMG’s head. He had burst through the curtains wearing his trademark black leather vest and chaps with a black cod piece covering his dark blue Speedos. As he shot a middle finger to the booing audience, Wu Teng had looked back only to realize that his Teacher, Han Junhon, had not followed him to the ring. Vinny too was alone. His Coach BlackAlpha had not made his appearance either, but the Stallion did not seem phased in the least as he kissed the peak of his 22” right bicep.
The referee entered the ring and unfastened the Tri-State Wrestling Fed championship belt from around the Stallion’s 32” waist. He held it high above his head as the ring announcer shouted “TONIGHT’S ONE FALL, NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH, IS FOR THE TRI-STATE WRESTLING FED TITLE! WINNER BY KO OR SUBMISSION!!!” The crowd cheered wildly and Vinny responded by giving them a “V” for Victory sign before adjusting his package. His 8” cut cock was shaped like a baseball bat when it was hard. The fans could see it was beginning to strain the pouch of his tight white Speedos with light blue piping.
The ref motioned the Stallion and the AsianMuscleGod to center ring. Vinny flashed a big grin as he approached AMG but inwardly was somewhat awed. Wu Teng was massive standing at 6’4” and weighing 250 pounds. He also had 54” pecs with dark brown nipples that, Vinny noticed, were erect. He had quite possibly the widest upper back in the TSWF that tapered to a 32” waist. The Stallion knew the Asian Alpha was undefeated in 12 previous matches. Each had ended with a pretend Alpha defeated and humiliated when the AsianMuscleGod straddled their face and stuffed his hard 8” uncut cock into their throats, face fucking them as their muscled bodies squirmed beneath him.
As the Champ and Asian Alpha stared at each other, VMS could tell that something was amiss with AMG. He was ill-at-ease. His eyes betrayed something. What was it? Fear? Apprehension? He was certainly distracted—possibly worried about Master Han’s fate. The ref explained he was there to declare a winner but otherwise it was indeed no holds barred. The AsianMuscleGod nodded. He tried to regain his composure, turning to VinnyMuscleStallion and saying in an overly polite voice “Mr. Stallion, it is my privilege to meet you. The Bay Ridge Hero. I realize you are the Champ and have not been shown proper respect. I do appreciate this title shot. I will make it quick and painless.” AMG smirked as he finished. VMS grinned “Well, thank you, Tanner, I will take my time fucking your smooth hole when this match is over. I prefer to do it from behind with the loser tied into the ropes. You must be worried about the whereabouts of Master Han.”
The AsianMuscleGod cocked a puzzled brow. Barefoot, he slowly walked backwards to his corner to await the bell—looking around one more time, hoping to spot Han Junhon in the crowd. Where, also, was BlackAlpha, he wondered as the Staten Island arena lights faded and the crowd buzzed. Now only the ring was awash in light. AMG took off his black leather vest and chaps. He unhooked his black cod piece and stood facing Vinny, clad only in his dark blue Speedos.
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The dim lighting in the locker room made it feel more like a dungeon. Crowd noise from the Staten Island arena wafted in. The naked body was face down on the massage table. His wrists were roped to the front legs of the table. His legs were spread apart and ankles roped to the back legs. His uncut 7” cock was hard and had been pulled back between his legs. His smooth hole was fully exposed and pointed upwards. The man wore a black leather harness and a black mask. His face drooped downward off the front of the table.
Master Han awaited his fate. He had been ambushed from behind before entering the ring by a large, muscular man, then KO’d in a sleeper. The next thing he knew he was tied to this massage table under the control of his captor.
Suddenly, he felt the physical presence of the Alpha Assailant. His nose and mouth were inches from a black Speedo-covered fat bulge. He could smell the man's masculine scent and pre-cum. “Listen to me, you fucking Bitch,” the Dom ordered, “you will call me Sir, understood?” Master Han recognized BlackAlpha’s voice. He shook his head no and started to say “I’m not your Bitch!” But the man reared back and SNAPPED a whip before hitting Han’s exposed ass. WHAP! “AAGGHH!” the Teacher yelped. “You know you want this…need this. Tell me you are my Sub!” “Fuck you!” Han spit back. SNAP! WHAP! “AAGGHH!” "I won't let you whip my Stallion like you whipped that Blonde Tarzan Bitch. Your Bitch Boy will have to win this title on his own tonight."
BlackAlpha pulled down his black Speedos, and a large, hard black cock appeared directly in front of Han’s face. It was 9” and cut with a swollen mushroom head and a pearl of pre-cum in the slit. BA ordered “Suck my cock boy and call me Sir!” Han tried to twist his face away, but the Ebony Stud grabbed the back of the Teacher’s head and impaled his mouth on the hard cock, gagging AMG’s Teacher. “NNNGGGHHHH!” “That’s it Bitch, take my cock. Fucking gag on it!”
Master Han’s eyes bulged open as his lips stretched around the thick pole. He could see the cropped black pubes of his captor before his nose was pressed into them repeatedly. Han had never been skull fucked. He could feel himself submitting to the Black Muscle God as pre-cum flowed freely from BA’s hard cock. The retired Champ pulled out at last and watched saliva dribble from Han’s lips. “What’s my name, Bitch?” There was a brief hesitation. Then Han said quietly “Sir…. It’s Sir.” “That a boy, you’re gonna make a perfect Bottom Bitch,” said BlackAlpha. He didn’t wait for Han to agree but shoved his big dick back into the Teacher’s throat and resumed face fucking him. BA said “Take my cock, all of it, you Slutty Whore. You are nothing but a Sub!” Then BlackAlpha spit—literally spit on Master Han’s face—marking the Asian Alpha as his little Bitch.
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DING! DING! DING!
“Concentrate!” the AsianMuscleGod said to himself, as he moved forward, raising his arms and offering to lock up collar and elbow with the Champ. Vinny began to raise his arms but wrapped them quickly around AMG’s neck, bent him forward and SLAMMED his right knee into the Asian Hunk’s solar plexus. THUD! “UUGGHH!” The Chinese wrestler gasped for air as he felt his head being pushed down and between the Olive-Skinned Stud’s 33” quads. Vinny SQUEEZED his thighs hard in a STANDING HEAD SCISSORS. The AsianMuscleGod’s legs began to tremble and his face turned red from the Stallion’s vice-like grip. “How’s that feel, Bitch Boy?” Vinny sneered as his crotch pressed down on AMG’s neck. Tanner Wu remembered that Master Han had called him that the day before after shooting his hot load all over AMG’s face.
The Chinese Muscle Boy struggled for air and grunted loudly “NNNGGGHHHH!!!” as he felt Vinny’s arms wrap around his back and abs. Showing his power and strength, the Stallion yanked AMG’s 250 pound body upwards until he sat perched on Vinny’s shoulders. With the crowd chanting “VMS! VMS!” the Champ SLAMMED the AsianMuscleGod’s upper back onto the canvass in a POWER BOMB. BAM! As the ring shook, AMG reflexively jackknifed upwards. He stared upwards at Vinny who seemed larger and more muscular by the minute. The AsianMuscleGod was stunned but dug deeply remembering Master Han’s lessons in distraction. On his back, staring up at the Stallion’s sculpted chest and abs, he flexed both 23” biceps exposing his black pit hair. Vinny looked down and felt blood rush into his 8” cut cock, which tented the pouch of his Speedos.
But VMS caught himself. He wasn’t going to give into his lusty desires. He yelled “NOT TONIGHT WHORE!” and reached down to grab AMG’s black hair. He dragged Wu Teng to his barefeet and yanked him to the far corner before ramming the Asian wrestler’s face hard into the top turnbuckle. CLANG! “UUGGHH!” groaned AMG. He felt his head pulled backwards again by his hair then his handsome face SLAMMED once more into the turnbuckle. CLANG! “AAAGGGHHH!” The Staten Island fans were loving it. The Asian Alpha—the favorite to win this match in most everybody’s book—was being taken to school by the Hometown Hero, the Face of the Tri-State Wrestling Federation.
As AMG stumbled backwards from the corner, he felt his arm being grabbed and then his whole body whipped to the nearby ropes. He bounced off the ropes and found himself propelled back towards Vinny. The Asian Hunk gathered momentum and launched himself forward trying to spear the Stallion in the abs, but Vinny stepped sideways and AMG sailed between the top and middle ropes, flying out of the ring and onto the padded floor by the barricades. SPLAT!
The crowd went crazy with delight. VinnyMuscleStallion went into a crab pose to show off his defined shoulders and pecs. Chants of “VMS! VMS!” filled the arena along with “F.U. Wu! F.U. Wu!” The AsianMuscleGod was crumpled in a heap by the barricades trying to recover from the onslaught. He looked around again for Master Han but saw only loud fans on their feet.
AMG shook his head, trying to clear himself of cobwebs and saw the outline of the 6’2” 235 pound Stallion in his bulging white Speedos stepping over the top rope and hopping down onto the floor. Then those big hands were again grabbing Wu’s black hair and half dragging him towards the corner. Vinny pulled AMG’s head back as they approached the metal steps then SLAMMED his face into the top of the steps. BAM! “AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!” hollered the AsianMuscleGod as he bounced off the steps and rolled onto his back, again at Vinny’s boots.
The Tri-State Wrestling Fed title match was becoming a squash job—a brutal dismantling of the undefeated AsianMuscleGod. Would he become Vinny’s Bitch Boy? Fucked while tied into the ropes? Was that his fate? And what about Master Han? Had he abandoned his Student?
(To be continued.)
