Alexander "Alex" Ulrich: Going for the Gold

Author’s Note:  This is the eighth of nine chapters about Alex Ulrich’s wrestling journey from cocky alpha Olympian to what he becomes in this chapter.  Thanks again to The Face for collaborating with me!

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Chapter 8

From Cocky Alpha to Fuck Slave

The voice behind the black mask was too familiar.  The Enslaver stared down at the stunned Golden Boy.  The realization The Enslaver was, in fact, Alex’s rival, Wyle Connors, sank in.  “It’s you!” Alex stammered as he lay on his back in his skimpy and sparkly golden metallic Speedo.

“That’s right, bitch!  Your worst nightmare!” Wyle said.  He realized he needed to get the upper hand fast on Ulrich.  He had been embarrassed by Alex's early domination of him.  He was The Enslaver.  It was time to destroy and fuck this homophobe.  Connors unfastened his black cod piece revealing his big bulge.  His 8” cut cock pushed against his pouch of his leather pants. 

Wyle leaned down and fisted Alex’s curly brown locks.  He dragged the Golden Boy onto his feet then scooped his 5’11” 205 pound body against Connors’ abs.  The Masked Enslaver paraded the muscle boy around the ring to wild cheers of the Bay Ridge Arena fans.  Then he dropped to his right knee, extending his left one, and SLAMMING Alex’s back on it in an OVER-THE-KNEE BACKBREAKER.  CRACK!  “Aaaggghhh!” screamed the Golden Boy, as he felt the lube stopped up in his bowels by the golden butt plug slosh around his chute.

Wyle kept Alex pinned over his knee by pressing down on his throat with one hand while pushing on GB’s quads with the other.  Ulrich grunted hard as his back was compressed.  “I’ve waited a long time for this moment!” Connors sneered, then moved his hand from Alex’s quads and slid it inside the Golden Boy’s golden Speedo.  He felt the hardness of Ulrich’s silky shaft and the smoothness of his freshly shaved balls.  Wyle’s hand captured the Golden Boy’s nuts and CLAWED into them before TWISTING hard.  “Aaaarrrrggghhhhh!” Ulrich nearly sobbed in pain and began to beg, “Please, please, stop!”  But Connors only tightened his vice-like grip and twisted harder.  “No, no, please, please!”

Smirking, Connors let go of his ball claw and discarded Ulrich’s muscled body to the mat.  Standing, Wyle double bi-flexed for the crowd, which was now chanting “In-Slay-Ver!  In-Slay-Ver!”  Alex had rolled onto his chest and held his balls, trying to protect them from further abuse.  Suddenly, he felt his long curls grabbed once again.  This time his head was shoved between The Enslaver’s quads in a STANDING HEAD SCISSORS.  As he controlled Ulrich’s body, Wyle grabbed each of Alex’s arms and lifted them high, increasing the pressure on his upper back.  “Nnnnnggghhhhhh!” groaned the Golden Boy.  “Had enough, boi?” Wyle sneered.  Alex grunted something unintelligible between Connors’ legs.  Finally, Wale dropped Alex’s arms and wrapped his arms around GB’s mid-section.  He then HAULED the Golden Boy up until he was upside down.  “Going for a ride, Goldilocks!” hollered Connors as he dropped to his ass and PILE-DROVE Alex’s head into the canvass.

The Bay Ridge Arena erupted and Dandy Dawson grinned broadly up in his sky box.  The Enslaver had indeed (finally) embraced his inner demons and Alex Ulrich was paying the price.

Ulrich’s muscle boy body flopped and twitched—suffering the aftershocks of the well-executed pile-driver.  The Enslaver stood and fist pumped the crowd.  His thick cock was fully hard.  The leather pants outlined the shaft and cut head.  Wyle stopped to palm his bulge for the fans.  “Fuck yeah…fuck yeah!” came appreciative voices in the audience.  Connors grinned then leaned down and grabbed Ulrich’s hair once more.  He yanked the Golden Boy upwards and pushed his stumbling body back first into the ropes.  He quickly tied Alex’s arms between the tope and middle ropes and hooked his boots under the bottom rope.  

The Enslaver paused to admire his handiwork and saw that Alex’s blue eyes were almost pleading with him.  “Yeah, you’re truly fucked Alex!” yelled Wyle as he held the top rope with both hands and sent a series of kicks into Ulrich’s washboard abs.  THWACK!  “Oof!”  THWACK!  “Oof!” THWACK!  “Oof!” THWACK!  “Oof!”  With each kick, Ulrich’s body appeared to sag more against the ropes and his boots slid out from underneath him.  The Enslaver smirked and slid between the top and middle ropes to stand behind Alex on the apron.  He applied a CHIN LOCK and BENT Alex backwards over the top rope.  “Uuuuuggggghhhh!” yelled the Golden Boy as his back was contorted.  His finely sculpted pecs heaved upwards as his body arched.  Maintaining one hand around Alex’s chin, Wyle delivered several PEC CHOPS.  POW!  “Ugh!”  POW!  “Ugh!”  POW!  “Ugh!”

Then pulling back on Alex’s chin once more, Connor released his grip suddenly, and the Golden Boy’s body bounced up and down wildly in the ropes—so much so that he crumpled forward and face planted on the mat.  SPLAT!  The Bay Ridge Arena fans were standing and chanting “DESTROY GB!  DESTROY GB!”  Wyle acknowledged their cheers as he stepped back into the ring.  He reached down and grabbed Alex’s brown curls, then yanked him up and applied a SIDE HEAD LOCK.  Connors then took a few steps backward before dropping down and SMASHING the Golden Boy’s face into the mat in a powerful DDT!  Ulrich’s body involuntarily flipped onto his back and continued to twitch.  

Wyle immediately mounted Alex’s heaving chest and pinned GB’s shoulders with his knees.  Cupping the back of Ulrich’s head, he pressed Alex’s face into the pouch of his black leather pants.  The Golden Boy felt the outline of Connors’ hard shaft and big balls.  He smelled a mixture of sweat and pre-cum.  Wyle reached behind Ulrich's head with one hand and slid it into Alex’s pouch.  This time he dug the thinnish hard cock and balls out of the Speedo.  The fans saw how hard Alex was in the flesh but also many began taunt the Golden Boy.  “TI-NY!  TI-NY!  TI-NY!” 

Keeping Ulrich’s face pressed into his crotch, The Enslaver started stroking Ulrich’s manhood.  He felt some moistness indicating that Alex had leaked pre-cum.  “Fucking bitch!  Submit to me, your Dark Knight Dom!”  Ulrich tried to resist.  The last thing he wanted to do was submit to Wyle Connors but he was losing control.  His cock was pulsing in Connors’ grasp.  Alex was overwhelmed by the musky masculine scent of his rival and the shivers he felt as his cock was stroked.  His eyes rolled backwards and he said “I give, I submit….I submit!”  Just then his hard cock blasted several ropes of cum onto Wyle’s lower back and Alex’s abs. 

“NOT ACCEPTED PUSSY BOI!” yelled Connors.  Alex felt utterly humiliated.  He had never been jerked off, much less forced to cum by another man in a match.  Just then, Wyle had scooped some of the cum from Alex’s abs and he forced his hand into Ulrich’s mouth, forcing the Golden Boy to taste his own salty release.

Connors stood up, still straddling Alex’s head, then stepped backwards.  He went into a crab pose above Ulrich—a further sign of his complete domination over the Golden Boy.  Cum dripped from the hand that had stroked Alex to his climax.  He flicked the remnants on Ulrich’s face. 

“Oh, I’m not through with you!” Connors snickered.  He leaned down and grabbed Alex’s head, yanking him up onto his wobbly feet.  Ulrich’s golden metallic Speedo still surrounded his luscious ass cheeks but the waistband was hooked under his dripping cock and balls.  Wyle flashed a cocky grin and grabbed the back of the Speedo and pulled it upwards, giving the Golden Boy the WEDGIE of his life and laying bare his peach shaped butt cheeks.  The crowd went into a frenzy at the sight of the delectable ass.  In his sky box, Dandy Dawson rubbed the bulge of his silver slacks.  His 7.5” cut cock was thick and throbbing—it had literally become a steel blade at the sight of the ass he so wanted to own and fuck.

Wyle wrapped his right arm around Ulrich in a chokehold while maintaining his grip on the back of the Golden Boy’s Speedo.  He paraded the humiliated jobber bitch around the ring to the delight of the crowd, which swooned over the sight of the golden fabric digging deep into Alex’s ass crack.  “Wedgie!  Wedgie!  Wedgie!” came the chants from the fans.  Alex’s cock had started to recover, probably helped by the Viagra in his system.  As he was walked around the ring, his hardening cock protruded and bobbed above his waistband, leaking new pre-cum.

Finally, Connors shoved Alex face first onto the mat then kicked him onto his back.  He reached down and peeled the golden metallic Speedo down and off Ulrich’s legs.  Then, grabbing each of Ulrich’s ankles, he dragged the Golden Boy over to the far corner and wasted no time in hauling his legs up and over the top ropes, putting Ulrich in a TREE OF WOE.  Alex’s arms flailed on the mat as he hung upside down in a most vulnerable position.  His stiff cock pointed downwards at his face and leaked cum onto his torso.  In this position—with his legs spread wide and hooked over the top ropes—the crowd could see the golden end of the metal butt plug in Alex’s ass.  Wyle knelt down sandwiching Alex’s upturned face between his quads.  He reached upwards and slowly extracted the golden butt plug from Ulrich’s ass.  The crowd laughed in unison.  Then Connors DROVE the plug back inside.  He began to RAM it in and out of Alex’s stretched hole, helped by the large amount of gooey lube.  Each time Alex’s prostate was tagged, his cock spurted more cum down his abs and chest until a good size puddle formed around his Adam’s Apple.  

Alex’s cock twitched and pulsed against his abs, stimulated by the prostate massage.  Connors kept driving in the plug until Ulrich found himself screaming once again “I GIVE, GIIIIVVVVEEEE…I SUBMIT!!!”  His cock, untouched, throbbed and another big load erupted this time splashing downwards and coating the pretty boy’s face.  “NO WAY BITCH!” hollered Connors as he refused to accept Ulrich’s second submission and emission.  Wyle then took the tip of the golden metal butt plug and shoved it into Ulrich’s mouth.  He made sure Alex tasted his hole and the gooey lube that had been sloshing around inside it.

The crowd was in a frenzy seeing the Golden Boy cum for the second time.  Brutus had retrieved the metal chair from the padded floor and flung it into the ring where it rattled and stopped at mid-ring.  After re-inserting the golden butt plug into Ulrich’s ass, Wyle Connors looked behind himself to see the chair and smiled.  He rose, picked up the chair and brought it over to the corner where Alex still hung upside down.  The Enslaver pointed the top of the chair into Ulrich’s abs and pressed hard.  “Aaaggghhhh!” Alex cried out.  

Connors relented after several seconds.  He walked the chair to the opposite corner, turned it sideways and wedged it between the top and middle ropes.  Then he headed back to where Alex hung naked in the tree of woe and unhooked the Golden Boy’s calves.  Ulrich’s legs swung up and his body crumpled to the mat in the corner.  Wyle reached down and applied a side head lock to Alex, then dragged him to his feet.  He then marched the Golden Boy diagonally across the ring, picking up speed along the way, until he RAMMED Alex head first into the metal chair.  BANG!  “Uuuuggghhhh!”

Still holding onto Alex by the side head lock, Connors stepped back then SLAMMED his head again into the chair.  BANG!  “ !”  Alex was disoriented now.  He wasn’t quite sure where he was.  All he knew was that his cover had been blown and he had, before multiple TV cameras, been humiliated and forced to cum twice.  He muttered “I’ve had enough, please, please…let me go.”  But Connors sneered “I’ll fucking tell you when you’ve had enough!” and SLAMMED the Golden Boy head first again into the chair.  BANG!  “Uuuuggggghhhhh!”  

This time Connors let Alex fall face first to the mat facing the ring post.  Wyle immediately moved around him and sat on the canvass with his back to the turnbuckles.  He applied a CHICKEN WING, pinning both of Ulrich’s arms behind his back and pulled the Golden Boy’s face into his crotch.  Alex felt Connors’ hard cock straining at the pouch of The Enslaver’s black leather pants.  The cameras zoomed in on Ulrich’s creamy white ass cheeks that jiggled as his legs kicked at the mat.  Brutus approached and just stared down at the delicious bubble butt and audibly moaned.

Finally, Connors let go of the chicken wing and stood up.  Brutus grinned, proud that his protege had demolished and humiliated the formerly cocky alpha heel.  The Enslaver was turning the Golden Boy and would-be Olympian into a beta bitch before the horny crowd.

Yet again, Wyle dragged Alex to his feet by his long brown curls.  Ulrich’s eyes were unfocused and his legs appeared rubbery.  Connors turned Alex away from his body then wrapped his right arm around the Golden Boy’s throat and hauled him up onto Connors’ back in a HANGMAN.  “Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!!!” yelled Alex as his body was again paraded around the ring.  With his arms flailing, he coughed and gagged then wheezed  “I…I…SUBMIT!!!”  The Enslaver maintained his hangman hold and ignored the rasping submission.  Brutus gave him a thumbs up as Dandy Dawson in his sky box applauded.  Finally, Connors released his grip on Alex’s throat and GB slid off Wyle’s back.  PLOP!

The fans now chanted “TAKE HIM OUT!  TAKE HIM OUT!”  Wyle Connors flashed them a triumphant grin and double bi-flexed.  His cock was hard as a rock in his leather pants.  He leaned down and dragged Alex by his curly locks to center ring where he lay on his back.  His cut cock—all 5.5” of it—had recovered yet again and lay across his lower abs.  The Enslaver pulled off his black boots and peeled down his black leather pants revealing a black jock strap that pointed outward barely containing Connors’ 8” baseball bat of a cock.  Slowly, he inched the jock down and the big dick sprung free and slapped his six pack.  There were gasps from some in the audience partly because of the size difference between Alex’s still-hard thin cock that was at best average and the big dick swung by Connors.

The Enslaver sat down around the Golden Boy’s head.  He pulled Ulrich’s brown curls until the back of the jobber bitch’s head pressed against Connors’ hard shaft and balls.  Slowly, Wyle let his quads close around Alex’s neck, scissoring them and squeezing hard.  “Nnnngggghhhh!” Ulrich grunted as he felt his air supply dwindle with the tightening vice.  His hands pushed into Connors’ 33” quads, attempting to pry them apart but The Enslaver kept his grip.  “Like how this feels, Goldilocks bitch?” taunted Connors.  Then, without warning, he rolled his body, taking Ulrich with him until both men were face down on the mat.  Maintaining the head scissors, Wyle lifted his ass and quads then SLAMMED them back to the mat, SMASHING Alex’s pretty face into the canvass.  BAM!  “Aaagghhh!”  

“Wash and repeat!” hollered Connors and he pounded Ulrich’s face into the mat three more times.  BAM!  “Aaagghhh!”  BAM!  “Aaagghhh!”  BAM!  “Aaagghhh!”  Between the lack of oxygen and the pounding his pretty face was taking, Alex was nearly comatose.  He tried to tap The Enslaver’s thighs and let out a guttural “I give…give…give!!!”  “Such a whining bitch!” Connors observed then rolled the two wrestlers onto their backs.  Connors’ mushroom head was swollen and dripping pre-cum into Alex’s golden highlights and brown locks.  Alex’s hard cock throbbed on his lower abs, leaking more cum as well.  

The Enslaver slid forward, converting his head scissors into a figure four neck lock.  As Alex felt the squeeze resume, his blue eyes bulged wide open.  He began to beg, in a rasping voice, “Please, please let me submit.  I’ll do anything!”  “Anything?” asked Wyle.  “ANYTHING!  ENSLAVE ME!” begged Alex.  “Then submit to me as your Dom, bitch!” sneered The Enslaver.  “I SUBMIT TO YOU!  MY DOM!”  Please, please, Sir, I SUBMIT!!!” pleaded the Golden Boy.  Wyle smirked, paused and shouted “ACCEPTED FUCK SLAVE!”  

DING!  DING!  DING!  

But The Enslaver didn’t release the neck lock.  In fact, he tightened it further.  “Cum for me, bitch!” he ordered.  Alex grasped his cock and jerked the head and shaft.  He was on the verge of going over the edge once again as pre-cum lubed the thinnish dick.  “Gonna cum!” he warned and, as the crowed cheered wildly, yet another volcano of cum shot upwards.

Wyle watched and snickered before closing his legs even tighter around Ulrich’s throat and neck.  “Oh yeah, bitch,” Connors said, “You’re going nighty, night!!!”  Alex struggled for a moment but then his eyes fell backward and his muscled body went entirely limp.  Dandy Dawson was beyond pleased with Connors’ dominating performance.  He made a mental note to recruit Wyle to join the Tri-State Wrestling Federation.  But first things first.  He picked up an unsigned contract and headed out the door of the sky box to the elevators.

(To be continued.)