Dawson and his foreman Gary Bennett had settled into metal chairs in the front row of Sal Gaglione’s ring room. The Italian Alpha nodded at them—appearing to approve of the first match selection. Chad Epson aka Blonde SurferBoy in his white tank top and white briefs began to circle cocky Javier Ruiz aka The Shaft, also dressed in a white tank and briefs. His walnut-colored complexion was accentuated by the white fabric of his gear. ...
Dawson's foreman Gary Bennett sat in his chair, mouth wide open. He couldn’t believe what Dave had just suggested. Have the construction crew applicants wrestle each other? For 'stakes'? Dawson grinned at him. “And,” the contractor continued, “We’ll make the winner service the two of us. As kind of…an 'initiation.'” “Okay, Dave, but I’m not even sure these guys are gay or bi. They might not go for it.” “If ...
“Well, I’m doing a story on you and how you ended up running the Tri-State Wrestling Fed. Also, I want to ask about the current situation. You know, where you have no Champ, and what you intend to do about it.” The reporter stared into Dawson’s piercing blue eyes and handsome face. He felt his 8” cut cock begin to stiffen in his slacks. Hold it together, Cedric thought to himself.
In my Dragon Sleeper, Bobby groaned into my pit then began to utter a muffled “I….I…” Suddenly, I felt a thick, tattooed forearm surround my throat and yank me up and backwards violently. I let go of the blonde muscle stud 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. “About ...
After the blonde stud Bobby had left my Palm Springs house to get his wrestling gear, I had cleared a large space in my living room and laid out my black wrestling mats on the white porcelain floor. I had taken a shower in my outdoor shower. As the hot water rained down on me, my mind drifted to the young gymnast’s muscled physique. I was more naturally attracted to the Latino Rico but something about Bobby also made me horny as hell. ...
I looked back and saw Bobby. “Say, Daddy,” he said in a low tone of voice, “Maybe after the demo, we can grapple. I could probably teach you some new holds.” He winked. I was taken aback by his boldness. Trying not to show it, I flashed a cocky grin and said “So says the blonde muscle boy.” He smiled and withdrew his hand from my shoulder, “Yeah, you’ll love submitting to me, Daddy.” Over his shoulder, I could see ...
“I want both Putas on all fours in front of my big cock!” Luis exclaimed. Jorge peeled Bill’s dark blue Speedo down his legs. His semi-hard 9.5” cut cock sprang free. His chrome metal cock ring encircled his thick cock root and balls. It glistened in the ring lights. Jorge yanked Bill onto all fours. He positioned both black police officers—father and son—in front of Luis and eye level with his nephew’s tenting poser ...
Officer Bill Davenport loomed above Luis Cortez’s bodybuilder body. The Latino teen was on his knees with his arms tied into the top and middle ropes. Bill cupped the pouch of his Speedo, feeling his hardening shaft. His beat down of the Punk had him and his 9.5” cut cock worked up. “Grrrrrrrrrr,” he growled thinking of sinking his big cock in the Latino’s creamy walnut ass.
Bill and Jorge entered the ring from opposite corners. Bill paused a few steps from center ring and went into a crab pose, flexing his huge shoulder muscles and 53” pecs. A professional bodybuilder, Jorge accepted the challenge. He turned sideways, his right hand encircled his left wrist, and he flexed his glistening left tricep into a perfect horseshoe. But Jorge couldn’t take his eyes off the black muscle stud.
Five minutes later….Tommy Jay reached up and grabbed the rope connected to the bell. DING! DING! DING! Carlos vaulted over the top rope from the opposite corner and moved forward, intent on avenging his son Luis’s humiliation. He wanted to face Big Bill's brother, the man who had just KO'd his son. Sure enough, from the opposite corner, Little Li smirked and stepped between the top and middle ropes.
“Fucking cheaters!” hollered Jorge from the Cortez corner.” “Cabrons!” yelled Carlos who had rejoined Jorge on the apron. “Yeah, yeah…” Bill said, “But first we get to inflict a little punishment on your piece of shit boy.” Tommy Jay had retrieved something from his duffel bag and re-entered the ring. It appeared to be a massage gun. At its end was an attachment with two prongs.
Without warning, all three Davenports suddenly double bi-flexed at the Cortez tag team. Lionel, Bill and Tommy each had trimmed black pit hair and smooth chests. Only Lionel had black hair on his lower abs. The Cortez’s were not short but the Davenports’ ebony physiques seem to tower over them. Both Bill and his fraternal twin were 6’4” and TJ was 6’3”. Their combined weight was 705 pounds. By contrast, Jorge and Carlos ...
The Cortez family members undressed in the locker room. Jorge pulled out three skimpy white posers from his duffel bag and handed one each to his brother Carlos and nephew Luis. Jorge couldn’t help but notice Luis’s big uncut cock dangling between his legs. It must be 11” fully hard, he thought to himself. Luis caught his uncle staring and smirked “Tio Jorge, now, now….” Jorge grinned and looked away.
As they reached the parking lot, Carlos and Jorge could see Luis was being held in place as the younger officer began a pat down, frisking the teen bodybuilder. “Hey officers, what’s up?” shouted Carlos, adding “That’s my hijo...my son!” “Stay out of the way,” demanded Tommy, as he continued his pat down. When his right hand got to Luis’s bulge, TJ palmed it for several seconds—definitely longer than was necessary. He ...
The scene in the Hell’s Kitchen Arena ring was one of bedlam. Naked and unconscious, Tino Gavras still hung downward on his face, suspended from the top ropes in his corner. His twin brother Costa, also naked, remained in a Tree of Woe. Beginning to awaken, he was shaking his head. The fans were chanting, alternately, “STAKES!” and “FUCK THE TWINS!” Costa felt a pit in his stomach. His hole had never been penetrated. And ...
With a slap on his back by the AsianMuscleGod for encouragement, Danny Masters stepped towards center ring. The naked Champ Tino Gavras—still unsteady on his feet after his hole had been relentlessly fucked by Brutus the Beast—began to move towards the Amateur Bodybuilder. Danny smirked as he raised his arms offering to lock up elbow and collar with the Champ.
Chants of “TINO! TINO! TINO!” broke out during the intermission but were interrupted as ring announcer Vern Wonder stepped into the ring and said “Gents! May I have your attention? I give you the one and only Tri-State Wrestling Fed promoter, the silver-haired, blue-eyed Daddy…Dandy Dawson!!!” A spotlight shone at the top of the ramp way where Dawson stood in his silver Speedo. At 55, Dandy was 6”1” and weighed 185 ...
Danny Masters moved out quickly again. He motioned for Gavras to meet him at center ring. OrangeMuscle took a few steps in that direction. Then he accelerated his stride and literally ran at the Amateur Bodybuilder—jumping at the last moment and SPEARING Masters in his solar plexus. THUD! “OOF!” Danny slammed onto his broadly muscled back, gasping for air. Gavras mounted his prone body and began to rain down fists on the ...
With the ringing of the bell, the Hell’s Kitchen Arena crowd went into a near frenzy. Danny Masterson moved confidently to the middle of the ring. He raised both muscled arms and challenged the (apparent) Champ to a test of strength. Gavras approached in his size 12 orange boots and tentatively raised his olive-skinned, heavily muscled arms.
Tanner Wu aka Wu-Teng aka the AsianMuscleGod was wearing his trademark black leather vest and chaps with a black cod piece. He stood behind the Amateur Bodybuilder Danny Masterson in the visitor’s locker room of the Hell’s Kitchen Arena. Danny was attracted to full-length mirrors like a bee is to honey. He couldn’t get enough of his own image. At the moment, he was flexing his six-pack and pointing to the ridges.
“I need another couple of weeks,” Coach Stan pleaded. “You’ve been saying that for more than a month, Stan,” replied Dandy Dawson, “Tino’s gotta defend his title or lose it. It’s as simple as that.” “But Boss,” the Coach complained, “You broke the man down. He’s a submissive bitch. No way he can defend his title.” “Well, he deserved it,” the Tri-State Wrestling Fed promoter said....
The alpha exterminator Tom had bred my hole in my spa. He had taken to calling me his boy, making me into his bitch, at least for today. Although the fucking had been hot, I wasn’t accustomed to being a bottom for anyone. I wanted to put the alpha dog in his place. But he was 6’2” and 200 pounds of tanned, tatted and smooth muscle—most likely stronger than me despite my 10 workouts a week.
While I waited for three hours, I was admittedly horny—hoping that the sexy as fuck exterminator Tom would handle the service call. I went to the World Gym and got a good pump going in my 46” chest and 18” biceps. I didn’t neglect my back either and even got in a core series. Back at home, I manscaped, trimming my dirty blonde armpit hair and pubes and shaving my balls smooth. I posed in front of my mirror and watched my 7” cut ...
I had taken the plunge and bought a mid-century “butterfly” style home in Palm Springs. I know, the typical gay man’s fantasy house. I plead guilty. I love that sleek modern look. The only contingency was for inspections, of which there were several. I had gone over to the house in The Movie Colony neighborhood early on a June morning to meet the seller’s realtor and await the termite inspector.
As I stared again upwards at his sculpted pecs and big Speedo-covered bulge, the indy wrestler straddled my body and sat down on my chest. His knees pinned my shoulders. He smirked as he reached inside his Speedo and pulled out his beer can cock and smooth balls. He hadn’t showered before the match. His musky scent overwhelmed my senses. He rubbed his big smooth balls against my face....
I had exchanged mobile numbers with those muscle hunks, Matt and Joey but hadn’t made any commitment to join them for a “private match” with “stakes” over the weekend. My morning had been quite eventful--getting to fuck the bigger muscle stud, Joey, in the Acela restroom only to be skull-fucked by him shortly afterwards. Matt had made sure of that. I could still taste the bodybuilder's cum in my mouth....
Upon entering the train car, I walked a few paces to my reserved seat. I couldn’t help but notice two muscle hunks, probably in their early 20s, sitting side by side each other opposite and just behind my seat. The guy seated on the aisle was bigger and wearing a dark gray tank top and black gym shorts. His biceps were impressive and my cut cock took notice. He had a ruggedly handsome face with longish black curls. I dared not stare ...
Alexander “Alex” Ulrich awoke to find himself on his knees on a raised platform in the middle of the ring. The platform was similar to one seen at the Olympics for the medals ceremonies. His creamy white ass cheeks and the tip of the golden butt plug were on proud display. His smooth balls had been tugged down and two wooden bars held the balls in a vice. At the ends of the wooden bars below his bubble butt were short chains that ...
Unmasked, Alex Ulrich lies on his back staring upwards at The Enslaver. He recognizes the voice of the man he defeated seven times in a row--the man who was his eternal bitch. But this time that man is determined to turn the Golden Boy with the luscious ass cheeks into his whimpering bitch. The beatdown isn't pretty for such a pretty boi.
The no holds barred match begins with Dandy Dawson watching from his skybox. Everything has been done to intimidate the pretty boi, Alexander "Alex" Ulrich before the fight with The Enslaver aka Wyle Connors. As the two alpha males lock up, the crowd buzzes with excitement. Will the Golden Boy defeat the Dark Knight or will the pretty boi with the luscious ass become a permanent fuck toy for Connors and Dawson?