A Battle for Top: The Cortez Team vs The Davenport Team
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Author's Note: Thanks again to West Coast Fan for the story idea and many of the details! Hope everyone enjoys this entirely fictional gay wrestling story.
Mano-y-Mano Round One
“Well, well…if it isn’t the Cortez Jobbers!” taunted Lionel. TJ joined in “Yeah, the teen punk and his asshole dad and uncle.” “Now, now…” said Big Bill with a smirk “Let’s be professional here.”
Luis strutted up the metal steps followed by Carlos and Jorge. All three men had their game faces on as they stepped over the top rope and entered the ring. The trio stopped when they realized all three Davenports had raging hard-ons inside their dark blue Speedos. Bill’s had been adjusted so his 9.5” cut cock head and shaft pointed diagonally up to the right. Tommy’s had been pushed downward, which pushed the fabric of his pouch down and out. Little Li’s was standing straight up. And fuck, Luis thought, his cut cock head was actually protruding above his waistband.
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 were each 6’2” and Luis was only 6’1”. Their combined weight was 675 pounds.
Determined not to be intimidated, Carlos flashed a confident grin as he brushed his wavy black hair away from his forehead. Luis stepped forward and double bi-flexed back at the Davenports, showing a light dusting of black hair in his armpits. His smooth 50” pecs and 20” biceps were nicely defined. They had helped him win teenage bodybuilding competitions. He smirked and taunted “Ready to become our Putas!” His dad and uncle then flexed their biceps behind Luis, exposing their smooth pits. Big Bill snickered “I hope, punk, your dad and uncle explained the meaning of ‘stakes’—he grabbed his bulge for emphasis. “So-so Polla,” Luis said derisively, “Not as big as my Latino cock, Puta!” He palmed the front of his poser, feeling his hard thick shaft.
Bill started towards Luis, but Lionel and TJ quickly grabbed his arms. “Don’t let the punk get to you, Big Bill,” his brother said soothingly. “Yeah, Dad,” TJ said, “We’ll make him our Bitch, then you can destroy his Jobber hole!”
The tag teams slowly walked backwards to their respective corners. Luis stayed in the ring while his dad and uncle stepped out onto the apron. In the Davenport corner, Lionel and Bill stepped outside the ring leaving Tommy Jay bouncing from one dark blue boot to the other. “Remember,” Bill called out, “It’s two out of three falls by pin, submission or KO, and” he paused “normal rules.” The father then smirked and added “and the winner of each round gets to inflict a little humiliation on the loser.” He looked at Lionel who smiling found the rope connected to the ring bell and pulled it three times. DING! DING! DING!
“Ok, cabron” Luis almost hissed as he began to move towards center ring, “You’re gonna pay for that pat down and copping a feel of my 11” polla!” Tommy Jay’s 8” cock had become semi-hard in his Speedo. His dick twitched when he heard the size of Luis’s dick. Wow, he thought to himself, he knew it was big but not that big. TJ began to walk towards Luis and raised his arms inviting a classic collar and elbow lock up. “Let’s go TJ!” Big Bill hollered from the corner. “Yeah, TJ, make this punk your Bitch,” yelled Little Li.
Just as the two wrestlers were about to engage, Luis pulled back slightly then formed a claw in both hands and RAKED Tommy’s eyes! “Aaagghhh!’ yelled TJ as he brought up his hands to cover his eyes. “Hey, hey!” barked Lionel in complaint. Luis wasted no time. He took one step back then SLAMMED his right foot into Tommy Jay’s pouch. SQUISH! “Uuugggghhhh!” cried out the younger police officer as he fell to both knees, holding his balls. “Hey mother fucker,” Bill shouted, “It’s normal rules. No low blows!” Luis snickered as his 33” quads surrounded TJ’s neck in a STANDING HEAD SCISSORS. “Yeah, it’s normal rules Puta!” he taunted. Jorge and Carlos clapped from their corner, taking pride in Luis’s cockiness.
Luis had very strong quads and he tightened his vice on Tommy Jay’s neck. TJ’s anguished face could be seen between the younger bodybuilder’s legs. Luis kept Tommy pinned in place as he double bi-flexed right at the fraternal twins Bill and Lionel in the opposite corner. Tommy pawed at the front of Luis’s muscled legs but couldn’t get any traction because of the oily skin.
“You want to submit to me now, Puta?” Luis asked. Tommy grunted “Noooo!” but he was having difficulty breathing. “Ok, I gave you a chance,” Luis said as he leaned down and wrapped his arms around Tommy’s waist. In one fell swoop, he hauled up the 6’3” 220 pound ebony body until TJ was balanced and suspended across Luis’s right shoulder. His head and upper torso were face up and dangling in front of Luis. His legs fell down Luis’s back.
The young Latino muscle stud smirked as Tommy struggled. Like a hunter with his prey, Luis carried TJ back to his corner—draping his head and upper torso over the top rope to the right of the ring post. Jorge immediately moved slapped an INVERTED FACE LOCK on TJ—lodging the police officer’s face in his oily smooth armpit. “Nnnggghh!” grunted Tommy. Then Carlos reached in and applied claws to both of Tommy’s 48” smooth pecs. “Aaaagggghhhh!”
After several seconds, Luis walked the groaning patrolman back to center ring. With a snort, he threw TJ’s body off his shoulder. SPLAT! Tommy struggled onto all fours and began crawling towards his corner. “C’mon, TJ!” yelled Big Bill as he held out his hand for a tag. The teen bodybuilder said “Not yet, Puta!” reached down, grabbed TJ’s right ankle, and yanked his body back to the middle of the ring.
Luis stepped between TJ’s legs and bent up each lower leg and twisted them around his legs. Luis bent forward and slapped Tommy’s back. Reflexively, the younger officer flung his muscled arms backward. Luis caught TJ’s hands and began to pull the arms upwards lifting Tommy’s face off the canvas. He rocked and rolled three times, finally pulling TJ’s entire body back and upwards until he was held face up in a perfectly executed SUSPENDED SURFBOARD! “Aaaarrrrggghhhh!” screamed Tommy. “Submit Puta! SUBMIT!!!” demanded Luis, as he lay on his back holding TJ aloft.
Bill couldn’t hold back. He vaulted over the top ropes and rushed forward, crashing into his son’s body and forcing Luis to break the hold, as all three men fell sideways. “What the fuck! That’s not normal rules!” hollered Carlos from the Cortez’s corner.
Big Bill was the first on his feet The officer began a barrage of kicks into Luis’s right and left obliques. THWACK! “Ugh!” THWACK! “Ugh!” THWACK! “Ugh!” “I got him!” Tommy said as he slid his legs around the young Latino’s neck, applying a tight HEAD SCISSORS. “Nnngghhh!’ groaned Luis. Bill said “He’s all yours!” then stepped backwards and slid between the top and middle ropes to the Davenport corner. Tommy squeezed hard, taunting the Latino teenager “How’s this feel, punk!” TJ could feel his 8” cock beginning to swell as he inflicted pain on the young bodybuilder. Twice, he launched his upper torso upwards and sent a huge CHOP into Luis’s 50” right pec. POW! “Ugh!” POW! “Ugh!”
Tommy Jay finally relaxed his quads, leaving Luis groaning on his back at mid-ring. Carlos and Jorge called out together “TAG LUIS! TAG!” The teenage muscle hunk began to roll over to get onto all fours, but Tommy kicked his ribcage, forcing Luis onto his back again. Lionel entered from the opposite corner and rumbled over to the spread-eagled Latino. Sitting down he grabbed Luis’s right arm and right ankle. Tommy Jay did the same with Luis’s left arm and left ankle. Then uncle and nephew placed their boots into each of Luis’s obliques and began to pull hard, stretching the Latino’s creamy walnut skinned body. “Aaaaaaggggghhhhhh!!!” Luis cried out in the human torture rack.
Carlos couldn’t hold back. He stepped into the ring. But Bill jumped over the top rope and ran towards Luis’s father. He raised his right arm and CLOTHESLINED Carlos, SLAMMING his forearm into the professional bodybuilder’s upper torso. The dad fell backwards. BAM! Bill immediately reached down and yanked Jorge’s 6’2” 240 pound bodybuilder body upwards in a reverse bear hug. He felt the oily skin but was able to squeeze hard, making it difficult for Jorge to breathe. He snickered “No interference, Bitch!” and walked the father’s body over to the ropes. He lifted Carlos’ legs above the top ropes, then dropped him so his package hit the ropes. “Aaaaggghhhh!” screamed Carlos as he teetered for a moment then crumpled onto the apron and then the floor holding his balls. Jorge started to enter the ring, but Bill put his hand and wagged his first finger, and Luis’s uncle stopped in his tracks.
Meanwhile, Lionel had grabbed the Latino teenager’s curly black hair. He and Tommy had dragged Luis’s ripped body over to their corner. They had sat the young bodybuilder on the middle turnbuckle, draped his arms over the top ropes, spread apart his legs and hooked them over the middle ropes on either side of the ring post. The front of Luis’s white poser did not fully cover the teen bodybuilder’s black pubic hair that sprouted above his waistline against his creamy skin.
Still technically the official wrestler in the ring for the Davenports, TJ grabbed both top ropes, then placed his dark blue boot on Luis’s manhood and leaned backwards. “Aaaaggghhh!!!” yelled the Latino teenager, as he felt pain shooting throughout his nerve-endings. TJ’s cock was almost fully hard. His bulge tented outward. “I’m gonna let my dad finish you off, punk,” he smirked, finally pulling his leg back.
Tommy slapped his father’s hand and Officer Bill re-entered the ring. He had gotten semi-hard, watching his son manhandle the younger Latino. There was something about Luis’s cut body and creamy translucent complexion that was hot as fuck as well. He leaned in and formed a claw around Luis’s package, then squeezed and twisted his balls. “Ohhhhhh Fuuccckkkk!” groaned the anguished teenage bodybuilder. “What’s the problem, punk? Not so cocky now?” Bill taunted, adding “I’m gonna let you feel a real man’s cock. It’s why I’m called Big Bill!”
He let go of Luis’s bulge and mounted the middle ropes on either side of the ring-post. He positioned his pouch with the golden police badge right in front of the Latino’s handsome face. Then, slowly, he pressed the front of his Speedo against the teen bodybuilder’s face. Luis tried to turn away but Bill placed his hands on the back of his head and held him in place. The Latino smelled the sweaty crotch and felt the hardness of Big Bill’s thick shaft and cut cock head.
Luis’s eyes widened. He had never been so close to a big black cock. Only the sheer fabric of Bill’s Speedo separated his face from feeling the velvety skin of the thick dick. He inhaled more of the heady scent of the officer’s crotch. He couldn’t control his own reaction. His 11” uncut cock twitched in his white poser. His senses were being overwhelmed.
Bill said “Yeah, respect, boy. You need to learn respect. You’re gonna worship my Alpha cock and balls before I’m done with you.” Then he pushed his huge Speedo-covered balls into Luis’s face covering his nose and mouth. As Bill’s balls flattened out on the teen’s face, Luis could feel that Officer Bill was wearing a metal cock ring, which plumped up his balls. They were big enough to smother the Latino.
While humiliated, Luis had also recovered somewhat. He slowly opened his mouth and extended his tongue beginning to lick the golden fabric covering Bill’s orbs. “That’s it, boy. Fuck that feels good. Worship those big balls,” Bill moaned. The Latino then opened his mouth wider and suctioned in the Speedo fabric and balls. Initially Bill felt amazing pressure. But then Luis CLAMPED down on Bill’s balls. “Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhh!” the patrolman screamed. “FUCK YEAH!” yelled Carlos and Jorge from their corner as they realized Luis had taken control.
From the apron, Lionel saw the same thing. He immediately yanked Luis’s head backwards and slapped on a rear naked chokehold. That action, however, sent shockwaves through Bill’s body as his Speedo-covered balls were pulled and stretched to their limits. Luis continued to bite down on Bill’s nuts as the black patrolman yelled in agony. But the teen bodybuilder also felt his oxygen supply being cut-off as Lionel choked him and demanded “Submit Punk Bitch! Submit or go out!”
From the Cortez corner, Carlos yelled “Don’t let the Puta go! Make him submit, Luis!” It was a mano-y-mano in the Davenport corner. “Hold on, man!” said Lionel to Bill as he tightened his chokehold, aiming to KO the kid. Bill had never felt such pain in his life. His very manhood was jeopardized. But his cock remained hard. The cocky teen asshole literally had him by the balls.
(To be continued.)