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The Joker slid his hands through BatBitch’s arms. He clasped them behind the Defeated Do-Gooder’s neck in a FULL NELSON. His cock stiffened quickly and pressed into the once Might Crime Fighter’s ass crack. “I have waited for this moment forever!” the Clown Prince crowed.
Nightwing and the Joker watched as Bane took the head of his swollen cut cock and tapped it against BatBitch’s lips. The Submissive Superhero looked utterly defeated. His mouth opened and lips stretched wide as the Hairy Hulk thrust his hard member forward, burying it in BatBitch’s throat and forcing the Dark Knight to gag, “GGG-WWW-OOO-CCC-KKK!!
In another ring corner, the Caped Crusader was shocked to see Nightwing, completely naked, and hanging upside down in a TREE OF WOE. His face was covered with his long black hair. The Young Superhero’s flaccid 10" cut cock dangled downward over his washboard abs.
The 6’5” Joker stood in front of the Young Superhero. He had pulled his hard 9” uncut cock free from his purple pants and was bitch slapping Nightwing’s youthful face with it. With a cackle, he rammed the dick inside Nightwing’s mouth and throat—forcing the Young Superhero to gag and his nose to brush up against the Joker's ginger red pubes.
The Clown Prince released his grip on Nightwing’s balls and motioned for Frost to take over. The goon attached the leather parachute spreader to Nightwing’s balls then attached the 15-pound dumbbell to the metal chains hanging below the spreader.“ Aaaagggghhhhhh!!!” groaned the Young Superhero.
Batman launched himself forward and speared Nightwing’s abs with his right shoulder. BAM! “OOF!” The younger muscle hunk doubled over next to the building’s brick wall. He fell to his knees gasping for air. Nightwing’s face bumped into Batman’s prominent bulge and rested there. He could feel The Dark Knight’s manhood beginning to swell....
Cortez forced Gleason’s head and upper torso between the top and middle ropes and bent his upper body backwards, putting the former Champ on display for the horny Bay Ridge fans. The middle rope pressed into Gleason’s balls. But the same pressure hardened Earl’s Destroyer cock. His swollen black cock head rose and pointed at the crowd.
Some of Cortez’s swagger had returned. He smirked at the sight of the Champ’s big cock. He pulled down his black jock strap, exposing his dusting of black pubes and big thick shaft and finally revealing all of his 11” uncut cock. He swatted his manhood, helping it to grow harder while staring back at Gleason. “Think you can handle this Puta?”
Gleason immediately mounting Luis’s chest, pinning his shoulders with his knees. His still moist pouch rested on the Latino’s chin. The Destroyer was semi-hard. Earl pushed it downward and rubbed the jock-covered bulge against Cortez’s face. “Smell my big black cock and balls, Bitch!” Gleason sneered.
Luis fell to his knees in front of The Freak. His hands covered his bulge. His face bumped into the Champ’s ample pouch. Earl’s hands surrounded the back of the teen’s head and swirled his hips forcing Luis’s face to rub clockwise against Earl’s wet jock strap and swelling manhood.
“You like that boy, don't you? Take a good whiff...."
Strong muscled arms grabbed at The Freak in the darkness. One forearm wrapped around his throat. "Nnnngghhhh!" Another from the same assailant pressed on his head, forcing the Champ to his knees. Another hand reached inside Earl’s pouch and encircled the base of his Destroyer cock. “What the fuck?” exclaimed the Champ.
“Did you set me up?” Bennett demanded. “Set you up?” the promoter said incredulously, “What the hell are you talking about?” “You know,” The Tank sneered, “Have Uncle Jorge spike my drink at Leo’s Casa Calamari, then humiliate me on a video sent to Earl." “I have no idea what you’re talking about, you Dumb Blonde Bitch!” Dawson roared.
Earl Gleason's eyes widened as he took in a scene of brutal domination. Immediately he recognized the smooth chiseled chest and hard 8” cock of his partner. The base of the cock was gripped by a firm brown hand. Gary’s face was blocked from view. His head was being scissored by massive brown quads.
The Latino hunk kicked off his work boots. He unfastened the belt on his blue jeans. He quickly unbuttoned the pants and pulled them down his big quads and calves. He was wearing white briefs, which contrasted nicely with his cinnamon-colored skin. Curly black pubes sprouted above the top of his waistband.
Earl smiled and lowered his briefs. His veiny cut cock—The Destroyer—rose to its full 9.5” length. He pushed the head down against BlackBeta’s lips, which parted to accept it. In seconds, The Freak’s cock was buried in BB’s throat. Johnny Liu began to thrust in and out of the former Champ’s canal.
With the Harlem crowd on its feet booing and jeering, BlackAlpha reached down and hauled the AsianTitanBull to his feet at center ring. He wrapped his left arm around ATB's neck and pulled his face into his right armpit. Liu inhaled the former Champ's sweat as his nose rubbed against cropped black hair.
The curtains were drawn back and the Champ walked through them, his face beaming with confidence. The spotlight shown on his smooth golden skin, leanly muscled body, and bright blue Speedo with a big bulge. The crowd leapt to its feet and cheered wildly. Flashing a big grin, Johnny Liu alternated flexing his 46” right and left pecs.
Stan grabbed the AsianTitanBull’s ankles and raised his legs. He spread them slightly and peered down at Liu’s now exposed hole. His ass crack was already hairless. His pucker was a slight shade of pink, contrasting with his smooth golden skin. “What…what are you doing?” ATB murmured. “Time to break you in fully, boy,” Coach Stan replied.
“And don’t even think about fighting back,” Stan warned. He deepened his voice, “There’s a right way. A wrong way. And Coach Stan’s way. And today, you’ll experience Coach Stan’s way. Got it?” “Alright,” Johnny said. “And get ready to become my Bitch, ok?" Coach Stan instructed, "Cause that’s the way this ends today...."
Dawson pulled out his top drawer and brought out a stainless steel cock cage. It had a cock ring for a male’s nuts and capsule of sorts in which to stuff a cock head. The capsule was not solid but had 12 silver rods extending from the center to a smaller ring. A key attached to a silver chain was inserted into the cage.
Johnny Liu was only 5’11” and 200 pounds. He had a golden complexion with smooth 46” pecs with dark nipples and 18” biceps. ATB had thick patches of black hair in his armpits and pubic region. His white Speedo had become nearly translucent with his sweat, revealing the imprint of his massive 12” x 7” uncut cock.
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….
I peeled down my black Speedo and walked over to Bobby, still tied up in the ropes. I moved in front of his face. He looked up at me. “Who’s your Alpha now?” I taunted. Bobby was silent. I bitch slapped his face with my hard cock. “Bitch, who am I?” I demanded. “My….my Alpha.” “Damn right, and you know what to do, Bitch!” The blonde pretty boi opened his mouth and I rammed my cock inside.
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 ...
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 ...
“No fucking mercy for you!” he announced. He spread my legs, raised his right black boot and STOMPED my lower abs twice. BAM! “Aagghh!” BAM! “Aagghh!” Devon snickered as he placed his left black boot on my swollen package. He stepped fully onto my bulge GAS-PEDALING my balls with the full weight of his 240lbs body. “AAARRRGGGHHHH!” I screamed.
I imagined my face buried between Devon’s mountainous pecs. His hand gripped the back of my head and moved my lips to each of his large dark brown nips. I sucked greedily on them as the dominant masseur sighed. His big cock pressed against mine. Devon pushed downward on my head. My tongue lapped at his hard abs as I slid down onto my knees. He rubbed his cock against my cheeks and lips.
The GoldenBitch’s creamy white bubble butt was on full display. His small soft cock dangled downward. His body swayed right and left. He was whimpering but the sound was muffled by a ball gag. The silver-haired promoter Dandy Dawson stood close by, admiring his handiwork. His silver Speedo was again tenting, aroused as he was by Alex’s plight.
ATB was about to answer when the former Champ raised the belt above his head and SLAMMED DOWN the front of it on Liu’s forehead. WHAM! “UGH!” The Champ fell to his knees, teetered forward and back, then—eyes unfocused—face planted in front of BlackAlpha’s black boots. The crowd rained down boos and jeers on their Former Hero.
Ulrich felt that his insides were being split wide open. He gritted his teeth, “UHHHH…OH MY GOD…OH MY GOD!” “TAKE IT, BITCH,” commanded the Champ as he began to move his hips forward and back. Each time his fat long cock slid more easily into the defeated SuperBitch’s hole.