The Traitorous Cortez
The Coliseo de Puerto Rico José Miguel Agrelot, or “Choliseo” as they call it in Puerto Rico, was filled to the rafters with rowdy, horny gay men. It was Championship Night with JoelAlphaHunk’s P.R. Alpha Stud title on the line against the Ginger Giant, RedDante. Chants of “JBB! JBB!” for “JoelBetaBitch” could be heard in the Champ’s dressing room backstage. The Latino King couldn’t believe how quickly his adoring fans had turned on him after he was defeated, humiliated and fucked mercilessly by SwimmerBoy in a hotel room match in New York City. He was determined to show the hometown crowd that his loss to SB had been a fluke and that he remained the one and only P.R. Alpha Stud.
Tonight, Joel geared up in his trademark bright red Speedos with “JAH” in white letters covering his bubble butt and matching size 13 red boots. His buzz cut and dark stubble framed his impossibly handsome face. A make-up artist had already painted a red mask around his brown eyes. He suddenly heard the cell phone of his protege and frenemy Cortez buzz with a notification. Cortez had left the phone on a bench while hitting the urinal. Joel couldn’t help himself as he clicked on the notification taking him to the Stud Incarnate’s text messages.
He was surprised to see a text from a New York City area code to Cortez: “Hey Stud, just checking on whether everything is in order for tonight’s beatdown of you know who.” Whoa, thought JAH. Beatdown? He heard the toilet flush, and the 6’5” 260 pound Muscle Hunk Cortez reappeared in the dressing room. He was dressed in a tight black tank top and black Speedos. “JAH, you look so hot tonight. I love the red mask. It’s perfect with your gear. So sexy!” Joel tried to act nonchalant. He flashed a cocky grin and went into a double bi-flex, showing off his 20” peaks and exposing his trimmed black armpit hair. Cortez took it all in and felt blood begin to flow to his thick 9.5” uncut cock. He was super attracted to JAH physically but mostly had the desire to beat him then pummel his hole in front of the P.R. crowd. He had been loyal to his mentor for the past two years but was beginning to worry that Joel would never give him a title shot.
“Perfecto!” exclaimed Cortez as he filled up two paper cups with water and extended one to Joel. “Got to stay hydrated, man,” he said. The P.R. Alpha Stud took the cup and pretended to drink from it. Just then, Cortez’s cell phone buzzed again. As the Stud Incarnate put down his cup and picked up his phone, he turned his back on JAH. Joel quickly switched the two cups as he watched Cortez apparently typing a return text. As his protege turned back to face Joel, he saw the Latino King down the water in his cup and smiled. “You’re gonna destroy RedDante!” he said reassuringly. Joel paused but then smiled knowingly. “Awwww, you only want a piece of the action afterwards, Senior Alpha!” Cortez winked and downed the water in his cup.
As the two Latino Muscle Studs admired each other’s ripped physiques, they heard wild cheering and the ring announcer shout “BIENVENIDOS HOMBRES CACHONDOS!!!” He continued in English “TONIGHT’S FINAL MATCH WILL DECIDE WHO IS THE REAL P.R. ALPHA STUD!!!” As the crowd yelled even louder—with many chanting “JBB!”—the announcer continued “FIRST, LET ME INTRODUCE THE CHALLENGER, ALL 6’4” AND 270LBS OF HIM, ON LOAN FROM THE TRI-STATE WRESTLING FED, THE MASSIVELY ENDOWED GINGER GIANT, RED DANTE!!!” Bursting through the curtains was RD himself as the fans whooped it up, yelling repeatedly “P.R. ALPHA STUD!” at the Red-Haired Behemoth. Dressed in a tight black Speedo with red piping, RedDante raised his thick blue and green tatted arms in a “V” for victory sign, revealing his red pit hair, as he strutted confidently towards the lit ring trailed by a grinning SwimmerBoy. He paused mid-way to adjust his fat cock. It was 7.5” long but no cock in the TSWF had a wider girth and all wrestlers feared it. The crowd went wild as the outline of RD’s mushroom head pressed against his pouch.
Cortez yawned briefly and draped a bright red cape around JoelAlphaHunk’s shoulders. He then wrapped the gold-colored and bejeweled P.R. Alpha Stud title belt around the Champ’s waist. Joel looked at the Stud Incarnate quizzically. “You okay man?” he asked. “Yeah, fine bud,” Cortez responded, a little sleepy eyed. If Joel didn’t have a match to win, he would have considered slamming his sexy frenemy’s face into the nearby lockers repeatedly until the Bitch screamed “NO MAS!” Then he’d fuck the taller bodybuilder’s hole senseless to teach him a lesson.
But his horny, revengeful thoughts were interrupted by the ring announcer. “AND NOW INTRODUCING, YOUR HERO, THE ALPHA OF ALL ALPHAS, YOUR CHAMPION, JOEL ALPHA HUNK, THE P.R. ALPHA STUD!!!” “Let’s go!” Joel said as he heard cries of “JoelBetaBitch” break out in the Choliseo. He turned on a dime and marched through the dressing room door to the backstage curtain. He paused there and motioned two of the burly security guards over. Joel pointed back towards a trailing Cortez. He whispered instructions in one guard’s ear. Then he parted the curtains and walked through them with a confident grin.
Cortez followed him down the ramp way, stumbling a bit and obviously unsteady on his feet. Joel didn’t see this as his focus was on the massive Ginger Giant who had ascended the metal steps and stepped into the ring welcoming the fans’ cheers. Suddenly the traitorous Latino Protege felt his thick arms yanked backwards and placed in a DOUBLE CHICKEN WING! Cortez almost slurred “FFFUUUUCCCKKKK!” as the guards pushed him forward towards the ring.
On the arena’s screens, as Cortez had predicted, the video of the submissive JAH tied to a hamstring weight machine getting fucked hard by the Aquatic Hunk played. Joel tried to look elsewhere. One crowd member tried to grab JAH’s title belt as he neared the ring, but security guards slammed him backwards. The man called after Joel “FUCKING PUSSY, RED DANTE WILL MAKE YOU HIS BITCH!” The words stung but JAH pretended that he had not heard them. His eyes remained fixed on RedDante as he walked up the stairs to the apron in his corner.
Joel unhooked his flowing red cape and turned back to see the two guards dragging Cortez up the metal stairs. Joel motioned for the guards to throw the Stud Incarnate into the ring. Together they GORILLA PRESSED the massive Muscle Hunk skyward then flung him into the ring. SPLAT!!! As the ring shook wildly, JAH winked at RedDante and SwimmerBoy. The latter was standing on the apron outside the ring next to the ring post. Both men had shocked faces. Both mens’ mouths gapped wide open.
JoelAlphaHunk went over to Cortez who was face down, drooling into the mat and almost snoozing. He yanked his black tank top off and peeled his black Speedos down his legs. Then Joel grabbed his protégé’s black haired man bun and dragged the naked Muscle Boi to his wobbly feet as Cortez mumbled like a drunk “What? What?” JAH pulled the bigger man by his hair to the nearby ropes and quickly tied his forearms into the top and middle ropes. As Cortez sank his ass onto the bottom rope, the crowd in the first few rows got a perfect view of his smooth crack and hole. Joel snapped his fingers at the security guards who dutifully stepped into the ring and approached the nearly sleeping Bitch. They surrounded his wrists with handcuffs and locked the cuffs to the middle ropes. JAH admired their handiwork before dispatching the guards from the ring. He lifted Cortez’s chin, stared into his handsome face, then BITCH SLAPPED his cheek. “YOU PATHETIC TRAITOR JOBBER! LOOK AT YOU NOW!” hollered JAH. Cortez’s eyes were glassy and unfocused as his body remained slumped into the ropes. His soft 9.5” uncut cock and balls dangled between his legs.
Joel turned back to RedDante and SwimmerBoy and said. “We’ll just need to work around this Slutty Whore.” RD and SB looked dismayed but nodded their heads. The ref stepped into the ring and waved the wrestlers to center ring. Joel unfastened his P.R. Alpha Stud belt and handed it to the ref. With the belt off, it was obvious that Joel’s 9” uncut cock was semi-hard and straining against the pouch of his red Speedos. The thought of fucking Cortez when all this was over had got his blood flowing. Drilling a would-be Alpha on his back or doggy style was the P.R. Alpha Stud’s signature move. As Joel turned towards the Ginger Giant, he was relieved RD had only a small height advantage of one inch over JAH’s 6’3” frame. The Red-Haired Behemoth’s 40 pound advantage was a different matter altogether. Joel tried to stifle his gulp as his 50” chest bumped into RD’s 55” pecs and he looked into his deep blue eyes.
The ref instructed “Alright hombres, tonight’s championship match is one fall, no holds barred. Winner by KO or submission. Then it’s ‘stakes’ for the P.R. Alpha Stud. Got it?” Both Alphas nodded their assent before being motioned back to their corners. Joel looked over at the naked, woeful and snoozing Latino Protege as he returned.
As RedDante waited in his corner for the bell, he complained to SwimmerBoy. “What the fuck man. I thought you said JBB would be putty in my hands.” “I know RD! I’m not sure how Cortez fucked up but you got this JoelBetaBitch. Easy peasy!”
The crowd buzzed, impressed by Joel’s entrance and humiliation of the Sleeping Stud Incarnate. Maybe he wasn’t so washed up after all. Maybe he was JAH and not JBB!
DING! DING! DING!
(To be continued.)
