Alexander "Alex" Ulrich: Going for the Gold
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Author's Note: This story, told in nine chapters, is a collaboration between The Face and myself. The Face came up with most of the plot ideas and offered helpful comments and suggestions at every turn. It's been fun collaborating with a writer and reader who shares my wrestling kink. Hope you all enjoy!
Chapter 1
“Gonna take you for a big ride, bitch! You’re about to go 0 and 7 against your Alpha Dog!” exclaimed Alexander “Alex” Ulrich. He had his muscled arms wrapped around Wyle Connors’ back and lower torso. Ulrich had just escaped from Connors’ hold, scoring a point, and moving within striking distance of erasing Wyle’s 12-7 lead. The TV announcer said “He’s got Wyle in a reverse bearhug! Wyle’s trying to stay on his feet. He’s in a precarious position!” Alex continued his taunting while trying to yank Connors backwards, “You love this position—all you faggots do—with my dick so close to your hole!”
Connors grunted trying to maintain his footing. He thought about trying to elbow Alex but knew the ref could disqualify him for an illegal move. Worse, he feared sprouting a boner in his tight blue wrestling singlet. How embarrassing that would be in front of other wrestlers, the Olympic Committee members, the live audience, and, worst of all, the TV cameras! That was all he needed—his hard cock on display on every social media platform.
For the first time in seven matches, Wyle had built up an early lead over his arch nemesis. He was ahead 9-0 before the wrestlers starting trading points. But he was still up by 5, and there was only one minute remaining in the match. If he could just stay on his feet. If… The TV announcer asked “Will Wyle Connors hold on and win the Olympic Trials in the 86kg weight class or go down again to Alex Ulrich?” Ulrich had defeated Connors in the collegiate championships a month earlier. It was the sixth straight time in three years he had beaten the young adult he now controlled in the bearhug. Alex was the number wrestler in the Olympic 86kg to 96kg (190 to 214 pound) weight class. Wyle was number two. Only one would be headed to the Olympics after the trials. Would it be Wyle or the cocky and arrogant Alex? Ulrich had gotten into Connors’ head after winning so many matches against him. If it were just losing to a better wrestler, Wyle might have been able to accept his lot. But Ulrich loved to rub it in—loved to humiliate Conners as his beta bitch. Wyle’s collegiate coach had tried to get Wyle to ignore the taunts but to no avail. Connors needed to overcome his doubts. He needed to beat Alex Ulrich. No, he needed to destroy the homophobic asshole.
“Connors’ legs are trembling. He’s grunting hard. Not sure the young man can keep his footing,” said the TV announcer. Alex whispered into Wyle’s ear, “Sorry bitch, gonna destroy your dreams! Wave to your Mom and Dad from where you’ll be next!” With that, Ulrich lifted Connors off his feet and fell backwards, sending Wyle up and over and onto his shoulders BAM! while firmly maintaining his bearhug. Connors struggled to lift one shoulder but he was pinned. He knew his Olympic fate was sealed. The TV announcer said “Connors couldn’t hold on! His shoulders are pinned. The ref is counting the seconds!” The ref waved his arms signaling the match was over.
But Alex didn’t let go of Wyle, keeping him pinned. He snarled “That’s number 7 bitch! Such a fucking loser!” “It’s over! 13-12” exclaimed the TV announcer, “Alexander Ulrich is the USA champ once more and headed to the Olympics as USA’s best hope in the 86kg weight class. And Wyle Connors? Going home.”
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The hot water rained down on Connors in his shower stall. All 6’1” 210 pounds of him felt depressed and demeaned. The handsome young man had short black hair and hazel green eyes. His impressive physique featured 50” pecs, 20” biceps, a 33” waist and 33” quads. He shaved his pits and legs to make them slipperier during matches but that hadn’t helped him against Ulrich. A black treasure trail extended down from his belly button to cropped black pubes.
Connors closed his eyes and took his cut cock into his right hand. He started stroking the fat shaft. Wyle hated the idea the whole collegiate wrestling world thought he was Alex Ulrich’s bitch. He knew his dick was bigger. It was 8” long when he was fully aroused. It was shaped like a baseball bat with a widening girth from the base to his mushroom head. A large vein ran along the top of the cock from its root to the head. From a few furtive glances in locker rooms, Wyle guessed Alex had only an average cut cock, about 3.5” soft and, truth be told, a little thin. Probably not more than 5.5” hard. But Wyle couldn’t deny he was physically attracted to the homophobe. Alex was 5’11” and weighed 205 pounds, with sculpted 48” pecs and 18” biceps. His waist was only 32”. He had powerful 33” quads. Alex did not shave the brown curls in his pits, but did shave his legs. He had longish curly brown hair and blue eyes. He was more pretty than handsome although made money from modeling and some underground wrestling matches in his spare time. By far and away, Ulrich’s best asset was his milky-white, delicious bubble butt.
As the shower water rained down on his body, Wyle daydreamed about claiming Alex Ulrich, about forcing the alpha asshole to his knees. He wanted Alex’s mouth and throat to be impaled on his cock, which was now hard as a rock. Wyle knew he was bi, while Alex was straight. So straight. With a top heavy girlfriend named Jess. Not just any girlfriend but Wyle’s former girlfriend! Alex had literally stolen her from Connors. It was all too much. Today's memory of that blond-haired bitch prancing from the stands onto the wrestling mat and smirking at him while he was still pinned on his back was galling. She had leaned down so her huge breasts touched his face and said “You’ll never be more than his bitch!” The referee had to usher her off the mats against her will. But that had allowed Alex to keep Connors pinned even longer and to inflict additional taunts. “C’mon Connors, tell me you’re my bitch and I’ll let you go. Or just maybe you want me to keep you pinned, you fucking pervert. Is this turning you on? You gonna sprout a boner in your singlet?” Connors had struggled to break free but found his legs being rolled up and over and then spread wide by Alex in a humiliating spladle. Had he been wearing only a jock strap, his hole would have been on display for all to see. The ref had finally returned to make Ulrich break his hold, “Come on, Alex, you made your point, let the beta go!” Snorting, Alex released Connors.
Wyle’s defeat today was his most humiliating loss after he had built up such a significant lead. He just couldn’t finish his matches against this one wrestler. It pissed him off big time. He had lost his chance for Olympic gold unless Alex bowed out of the games. Fat chance of that. Wyle stroked his cock and imagined that his hard manhood was jutting upwards before Alex on his knees. He visualized pressing his fat shaft onto Alex’s pretty face, rubbing his cock against his nose, cheeks and mouth. Wyle couldn’t hold on. The thought of dominating Ulrich took him over the edge. His big cock pulsed and creamy white cum spilled through his fingers as his body spasmed. “What the fuck!” a voice exclaimed, “The bitch just came in the showers!” Connors turned to see Ulrich and two wrestling buddies entering the shower room with towels wrapped around their waists. They stared at the cum dripping from Connors' fingers. All three started laughing and Alex smirked “You were dreaming of me when you came, weren’t you?”
Connors tried to cover his semi-hard cock but Ulrich said “Joe, Ken…grab the pussy’s arms and bring him over here.” Joe and Ken quickly surrounded Wyle and half dragged him from the shower stall until he was standing naked before Alex with his arms pinned behind his back. Alex snorted “How about a few gut punches, bitch!” He reared back and sent a punch into Wyle’s six-pack. POW! “Ugh!” “Yeah, you love that, don’t you,” Ulrich taunted. POW! “Ugh!” POW! “Ugh!” Wyle tried to flex his abs before each punch but the pounding tenderized his gut. POW! “Ugh!” POW! “Ugh!” POW! “Ugh!” POW! “Ugh!” Suddenly, Alex’s towel fell to the shower room floor revealing his smallish cock and curly brown pubes. Ulrich kept up the punches. “Bet you love the view now, faggot!” he snickered. Sure enough, the gut punching combined with the sight of his nemesis’s naked, flawless, creamy white skin was too much. Wyle’s 8” cut cock stiffened until it curved upwards and bounced with each blow. Pre-cum spurted from his slit. POW! “Ugh!” POW! “Ugh!” POW! “Ugh!”
“Gonna cum again, pussy?” asked Alex, adding “I bet you are. Watch this boys!” Ulrich slapped Wyle’s mushroom head three times in a row. Wyle grunted and white cum erupted from his cock. “Like a fucking volcano!” Ulrich said then added “Let’s make him clean up his mess, boys.” Joe and Ken forced Connors to his knees and his face to the cum puddle on the shower floor. “Lick it up, bitch!” ordered Ulrich. Wyle hesitated then opened his mouth and began lapping up his release. “Such a fucking pussy!” said Alex. Connors had never felt more humiliated. Deep down inside, he vowed to take revenge on his nemesis.
When he had finished licking up his cum, Wyle looked up at the grinning Ulrich. He noticed that Alex’s thinnish cock was semi-hard. It dangled downward at a 45 degree angle. Apparently, the straight alpha heel had been turned on by the sight of Wyle’s climax. What was that all about, Connors wondered. “Sleeper the bitch!” ordered Ulrich. Wyle immediately felt a muscled forearm surround his throat as Joe applied a rear naked choke hold. Wyle felt his oxygen supply cut off. His arms flailed wildly. Then they turned to slowing rotating windmill blades. “That’s good pussy boi,” said Alex, “Nighty, night.” The last thing Connors saw before losing consciousness was Alex’s almost fully erect 5 plus inch cock.
(To be continued.)