Alexander "Alex" Ulrich: Going for the Gold
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Author's Note: This is the fifth of nine chapters of the story about Alexander "Alex" Ulrich that The Face and I wrote together. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 5
Prepping the Pretty Boi
Alex Ulrich had done as he was told. He had spent most of the morning getting manscaped and beautified at a stylist in mid-town Manhattan. Truth be told, his smooth body needed little trimming and he wouldn’t let the stylist wax his ass crack or shave his already cropped brown pubes. He did allow the stylist to trim his eyebrows and remove the barest hint of a brown treasure trail from his lower abs. The stylist had--as Dandy Dawson had requested--added blond highlights to his curly brown hair. Following the appointment, Ulrich took an Uber to the Bay Ridge Arena where he hit the weights to pump up his jacked muscles. Finally, he headed to the late afternoon weigh in, which he knew would be a formality.
“Ah, my boy!” exclaimed Dawson as he saw Alex strutting towards the scales in his golden gear. Ulrich had donned his golden metallic squared trunks and golden mask. The mask was not a full Lucha Libre mask but one that only partially covered his face. A number of other wrestlers and trainers mulled about, along with invited members of press. Without his mask, Alex might have been immediately recognized given his status as the number one USA wrestler in the 86kg weight class bound for the Olympics in a couple of weeks where he was expected to win a gold medal.
“Your hair makes you look like Apollo, the Sun God!” Dandy added seeing the golden highlights in Alex’s longish brown locks. Ulrich came to the weigh in minus his golden wristbands, kneepads and boots to eliminate extra weight. Alex gave Dawson a cocky grin and flexed his 18” biceps, “Bet you like these big ceps even better, Daddy…I mean Dandy.” His curly brown pit hair had been trimmed by the stylist but not entirely eliminated. Ulrich hopped up onto the weight scale, somewhat puzzled he did not see his opponent at the weigh-in. Dandy watched the scale needle swing up. His face suddenly frowned. “You’re overweight for your class, my boy,” he said in a tone of disappointment. “What…what the fuck?” asked Ulrich, “I weigh 205 pounds. I’d be overweight only at 215 pounds!” Dawson pointed down at the needle, which read “216 pounds.”
The TSWF promoter said, “You’ll have to hit the cardio machines to shed a couple of pounds. We wouldn’t want you to lose your fee and be penalized based on a technicality, would we? At least you have a few hours before tonight’s match.” Inwardly, the silver-haired Daddy was pleased the golden muscle stud would need to deplete substantial energy before the evening’s festivities—thereby giving Wyle Connors aka The Enslaver a decided edge in the match. Of course, rigging the weight scale had been Dandy’s brainchild.
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Two hours later, Ulrich was drenched in sweat after finishing what seemed like an endless StairMaster session. His legs felt a bit rubbery. He had re-weighed himself in the locker room and, sure enough, he was only 205 pounds. No fucking way that scale at the afternoon weigh in had been accurate. Alex grew more suspicious by the second. Something was definitely up but he remained confident he’d destroy whomever Dawson had selected as his opponent, collect his whopping $100,000 purse and hightail it out of Dodge with his sterling reputation in check.
Alex showered and dressed again in his golden gear, this time adding the wristbands, kneepads and boots. He blew dry his nearly golden hair and flexed before the full length mirror. His semi-hard cock pressed against the golden metallic fabric of his tight trunks. “Showtime!” the voice boomed from the locker room doorway. The silver-haired promoter flashed a huge grin and beckoned Alex to join him. Ulrich did so and the two men walked through the long hallway corridors backstage. They could hear the Bay Ridge Arena fans going wild for the wrestlers in one of the TSWF undercard matches. As Alex walked, he had to fidget with his trunks, which had a tendency to ride up his bountiful ass, exposing one or both of his milky-white ass cheeks.
En route to the curtains, Ulrich could not help but notice some of the backstage crew and a couple of bodybuilder wrestlers checking him and his ass out. He tried to appear nonchalant but their stares gave him the willies. What had he gotten himself into? He began to regret his homoerotic underground wrestling matches. Observing Ulrich’s discomfort, Dawson advised “Ignore those folks, my boy!” as he ushered the cocky alpha heel towards the curtains. “Break a leg, kid!’ the promoter said jokingly, once the two had come to a halt backstage. He added, “Just wait here for your introduction.” Ulrich nodded but couldn’t help smirking “Fucking faggots, I’ll give them their money’s worth tonight.” Dawson disappeared through the curtains to a smattering of boos and jeers from the Brooklyn fans.
As Alex waited in the dark, he suddenly had that feeling you get when you sense you’re not entirely alone. Then he felt it, a pin prick into his right shoulder. “What the fuck!” he exclaimed. Within seconds, he felt a burning sensation in his arm, then dizziness as he collapsed onto the floor spread-eagled backstage.
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Ulrich was in a twilight trance. He could feel physical sensations and see blurry shapes but was otherwise incapacitated. He now found himself in a very compromised and vulnerable position. He was being forcibly held in spladle position, lying between the legs of a huge muscle hunk. His neck pressed against the stud’s fat package. Alex’s ankles and legs had been pulled up and back and were secured by the other man’s legs and hands. His ass pointed straight upwards—in a perfect position to be fucked. Ulrich groaned as he felt his groin and legs stretched wide.
Not surprisingly to TSWF fans, the alpha male who held Ulrich in place was one of Dandy Dawson’s goons. The Ginger Giant, RedDante, was 6’4” 270 pounds. He had a massive 55” smooth chest and 25” biceps. His waist was 34” and powerful quads were 35”. His muscular body was smooth except for the thick red hair on his head, the shock of ginger hair in his armpits and the red treasure trail leading down washboard abs to cropped pubes. He sported sexy piercings in each of his large pink nipples. Blue and green tattoos encircled his bulging biceps. “Stay still and keep your mouth shut, pussy boi!” he ordered Ulrich, “If you know what’s good for you.”
Alex could make out the shape of another man, dressed only in an aqua blue Speedo, leaning in towards him. RedDante’s best friend and fellow goon SwimmerBoy snorted as he pulled Ulrich’s golden trunks away from Alex’s skin and used a razor blade to slice through the fabric. The Aquatic Hunk was 6’2” 200 pounds with a 50” chest and 20” biceps, a 32” waist and 33” quads. SB had piercing blue gray eyes and wavy black hair, an errant lock of which fell over his forehead. He had been a champion butterfly swimmer and, not unlike Alex’s physique, had that perfect taper from his broad muscled shoulders down to his small waist. SwimmerBoy ripped the golden trunks away exposing Ulrich’s smallish cock and balls and still furry hole. Up in his skybox, Dawson watched the video feed of the golden muscle stud whose identity was disguised only by his golden mask. The promoter’s 7.5” cut cock swelled immediately inside his silver slacks and tight white briefs.
Still woozy, Ulrich grunted something unintelligible. SwimmerBoy shoved the shredded fabric of Ulrich’s gear into his mouth. “We said ‘Shut up!’ boy!” he hissed then began to apply shaving cream to Alex’s pubic area, his inner thighs and finally his ass crack and hole. Alex felt a cool sensation from the menthol cream. His hole was especially sensitive and he grunted again but was muffled by the gag in his mouth. RedDante yanked his legs even wider to give SwimmerBoy better access to the golden stud’s ass crack. SB went to work with his razor and within minutes had shaved Alex’s pubic region and hole entirely clean. All that was left was a pink circle surrounded by creamy white skin. Dawson was enthralled in his sky box. He could feel his briefs moistening from the pre-cum leaking into them.
SwimmerBoy reached back into a black bag and withdrew three syringes, each of which was filled with a gooey whitish substance. He bent forward and inserted the first syringe tip into Alex’s hole, as the golden muscle hunk shuddered. SB squeezed the goo deep into Alex’s bowels then immediately insert the second and third syringes filling him full of the lube. RedDante smiled and said “Now for the butt plug, SB.” SwimmerBoy grinned and reached back to a cooler sitting on the floor. He pulled out a medium-sized golden metal butt plug from it. It was frozen from the ice packs inside the cooler. The Aquatic Hunk held up the plug for Alex to see. Even through his blurry vision, Ulrich could make out the color and approximate shape of the sex toy. He started to struggle, writhing in the grasp of the Ginger Giant. As his head tried to turn, Alex felt a very fat hard cock at the back of his neck. He hadn’t seen RedDante’s wider-than-a-beer can of cock but it was 7.5” and one of the fattest in the TSWF—although its girth was exceeded by the Brazilian Brute’s monster.
SwimmerBoy took the frozen butt plug and pressed the tip of the chilled metal against Alex’s left brown nipple followed by the left nipple. He repeated this process until Ulrich’s nipples were engorged and fully erect, making them look perkier than normal. RedDante swooned as he said “Take a look at those juicy beta tits! Don’t you just want to suck and chew on them?” Grinning, SB slid the frozen metal plug down Alex’s abs to his inner thighs—sliding it up and down the luscious white skin. Ulrich could not control his physical reaction to the sensation of his thighs being caressed by the frozen object. The two alpha male henchmen shared a laugh as they saw the flaccid 3.5” cock grow until all 5.5” of it pointed skyward. “Kind of thin, wouldn’t you say?” SwimmerBoy smirked.
With his free right hand, SwimmerBoy slowly inserted his right pointer finger into Alex’s hole—swirling it around to collect some of the ample lube. He then rubbed the extracted lube on Ulrich’s smooth balls and hard shaft, causing Alex to moan involuntarily. “Mmmmmmm.” It would prevent the frozen metal plug from sticking to Alex’s cock and balls. The icy temperature of the butt plug on Alex’s thighs was nothing compared to the sensation Alex felt when SB rubbed it against his smooth balls and then the shaft of his hard cock. He began to inhale deeply, trying to stifle his arousal. Finally, the Aquatic Hunk pushed the tip of the plug against Alex’s hole. As the golden muscle stud bucked forcefully, SwimmerBoy inserted the plug into his anus. “There,” SB said smugly, “That’ll keep the lube bottled up.”
Alex had never been fucked. Nor had he played with his hole. Now he felt a burning sensation as the cold plug stretched him, followed by spine-tingling shivers as the plug pressed into his gland. Alex’s eyes began to roll backwards. His cock pulsed and a pearl of pre-cum appeared at his slit. “Yes, bitch,” said SwimmerBoy, “You’re feeling nerve-endings you never thought you had. No need to thank us. It’s our pleasure! And Dandy’s too.”
Ulrich grunted through his gag and bucked again in the spladle as a fountain of cum erupted from the tip of his cock. It was all too much. The muscle hunk was almost destroyed by his orgasm, as he spasmed in RedDante’s tight hold. White juice shot all over his 50” pecs and eight pack. “Wow!” came a voice through a speaker. It was Dandy Dawson who had watched the scene unfold. “I think the jobber bitch is ready. Clean him up and bring him to the curtains!” SwimmerBoy replied “Will do, boss.”
After using a wet cloth to wipe the puddles of cum from Alex’s heaving pecs and abs, SB retrieved a new golden metallic swimsuit from his black bag. Unlike the now shredded squared trunks, the new one was a smaller and tighter Speedo. It actually sparkled when light hit the metallic fabric. After RedDante released the spladle, SwimmerBoy pulled the shiny Speedo up Alex’s muscled legs and cinched it high on his hips. “Fuuucccckkkk, he’s pretty…so fuckable,” murmured RedDante as the two alpha males yanked the still groggy Alex to his feet. SwimmerBoy nodded but said, “Guess I’m a size queen cause that bulge doesn’t meet my standards. Hope the fans are not disappointed. They’re used to much bigger dicks in the TSWF ring.”
The two alpha males began to escort Alex back to the hallway corridors. RedDante suddenly stopped and pinched Alex’s nostrils causing him to expel the golden gag from his mouth to catch his breath. With Ulrich’s mouth wide open, SwimmerBoy slipped a Viagra inside. RedDante then placed his hand over Ulrich’s nostrils and mouth, which forced Ulrich to swallow the pill. “That a boy!” RD exclaimed, “Now you’re fully prepped for tonight’s fun.” The goons then half dragged Alex towards the backstage curtains, as SwimmerBoy said with a smirk “Mr. Olympian, it’s time for the show of a lifetime to begin!”
(To be continued.)