Alpha Battle: Brutus v. The Freak v. AsianMuscleGod

Chapter Five

Brutus Racked, Shaved and Fucked

Earl leaned down and BITCH SLAPPED the Hairy Giant’s face.  WHAP!  WHAP!  “Rise and shine, Jobber!” he said gleefully.  Brutus grunted something like “What…Where am I?”  Gleason smirked as his hands grabbed the sides of the Brazilian’s black Speedo.  He peeled the gear down Brutus’s legs then stuffed it into his mouth, gagging him.  The Beast’s soft, thick Anaconda dangled down between his hairy legs.

Having set down the torture rack, all five men in black suits now entered the ring.  The four who had carried the rack approached Earl and Gary.  The latter nodded to them and they grabbed Brutus’s arms and legs and dragged the naked Brazilian over to the wooden device.  It had iron slats between the wooden rails.  Within minutes they had laid the Hairy Giant on the slats and bound his wrists and ankles to it with straps.  

Bennett walked over to the rack and began slowly turning the crank, stretching out Brutus.  Soon there were muffled screams in the ring as the Brazilian was well and truly racked.  His back lay across the high point of the rack, with his upper torso stretched down one side and his lower body stretched down the other.  Brutus’s black fur-covered muscles were on full display from his quads to his abs to his 55” chest.  He felt like his hips and arms were about to come out of their sockets.  The Freak didn’t have to ask.  “SUBMIT!  I SUBMIT!” the Behemoth shrieked through his Speedo, “I GIVVVVEEEEEE!!!”

Gleason and Bennett snorted.  As Gary stepped back, the man with the black bag fished out five cans of shaving cream.  The black suited men began spraying shaving foam all over the Brazilian’s stretched out body, from his pointed beard to his chest to his abs to his groin to his quads and shins.  Once coated in the cream, only Brutus’s green eyes, nose and mouth, 12” Anaconda and bare feet were visible. 

The crowd watched in amazement as the men retrieved single blade razors from the black bag.  They set about working on Brutus, shaving thick black hair from every corner of his body.  They took special care with the Brazilian’s crotch.  When they had finished and used towels to wipe away the remnants of foam, the only hair left on the Hairless Giant were the long black curls on his head and the black fur lining his ass crack. 

With his body hair removed, Brutus’s massive frame, all stretched out on the rack, had never looked so ripped.  Somehow this humiliation had made his monster cock swell to its full length.

“Thanks guys!” The Freak said to the five men.  The fifth man who had arrived with the black bag deposited it near the rack,  Then he and the other four exited the ring.  The Blonde Bodybuilder removed his tank top and blue jeans revealing his tight white briefs barely containing his erect 8” cut cock.  He hugged Gleason again and said, “Time to teach this Bitch who’s boss!”  Earl snorted, “I think we already did.”  BlackAlpha had been watching the scene unfold from a corner of the ring.  He now said, “Time for Stakes!”

The partners unfastened the straps around Brutus’s wrists and ankles.  Gleason grabbed the Brazilian’s black hair and pulled him off the torture rack.  “On your fucking knees!” he ordered.  Brutus complied, dropping to the mat before Gleason.  Bennett fished tit clamps with metal chains from the black bag and handed them to Earl.  He attached one clamp to each of the Giant’s nipples and tugged downward on the chains.  “Nnnggghhh!” groaned the Ultimate Beta Bitch through his Speedo gag.  "How's that feel, Brazilian Bitch?" Gleason taunted.

Bennett had retrieved a stainless steel cock ring from the same bag.  The ring was attached to a chain and the chain to a ten pound dumbbell.  The Tank pulled Brutus's smooth balls, one at a time, through the ring.  The fans watched the Hairless Beast’s 12’ cock swell even fatter as the ring constricted his prodigious equipment.  He groaned feeling the pressure of the ten pound weight dragging down his nuts.

In this state, on his knees, Brutus found himself eye level with the Black Bodybuilder’s swollen package.  “Who’s your Alpha Dom, Bitch?” Gleason asked.  The Brazilian hung his head submissively.  He reached for Earl’s waistband and slowly tugged down the victor’s white Speedo.  The Freak’s thick cut 9.5” cock sprang free.  It rose in the shape of a perfect banana right before the Brazilian’s green eyes.  He did not need to be told what to do.  Leaning forward, he parted his lips and swallowed the moist velvety mushroom head.

“That’s a good toy boy, suck The Destroyer, all of it,” Gleason instructed.  The fans had never seen the Brazilian as a sub.  He kept going down on the veiny black cock until the head was buried in his throat.  Bennett stepped behind Brutus, spit into his right hand and began running his fingers up and down his furry ass crack.  When he felt the Brazilian’s opening, he pushed his index finger inside, followed by his middle finger.  “Ohhhhhhhh,” Brutus moaned with his mouth around The Freak’s massive dick.  “That’s it,” Earl said, “Get the Bitch ready for my Destroyer!”

Gleason began yanking Brutus’s face forward, pulling on his black curls, and ramming his big black cock into the loser’s throat repeatedly.  Fans started counting each thrust.  The Brazilian Behemoth began to gag and choke but Earl did not let up even as saliva lined Brutus's chin and dripped onto the mat.  Bennett inserted a third finger into his hole and pressed them against the Hairless Beast’s prostate, which caused him to moan louder.  His hard Anaconda cock oozed jizz on the canvass.  When Gleason finally pulled The Destroyer out, a long string of pre-cum stretched from his helmet to the Brazilian’s lips.  He slapped Brutus’s face with his throbbing member. 

Dandy Dawson and the reporter Cedric had watched all this in stunned silence.  Now, inexplicably, Cedric rose and slid under the bottom rope into the ring.  He approached his step uncle Gleason and said, “I want to make amends, Uncle Earl.  How can I be of service to you both?”  Gleason grinned and pointed his step nephew to his partner Bennett.  The Blonde Bodybuilder pulled down his white briefs and his hard 8” cut cock popped free.  As Cedric approached, he pushed the reporter down onto his knees and thrust his big cock into the step nephew’s throat.

Meanwhile, Earl moved around to Brutus’s backside.  He grabbed the Giant’s long black hair and pulled him upwards.  Then he pushed and prodded the Brazilian to the nearby ropes.  The Freak forced Brutus’s head and upper torso through the top and middle ropes, then wrapped his hands around the Giant’s throat and bent his head and torso backwards into the ring.  Dangling down from Brutus’s hard Anaconda cock and balls was the ten pound weight.  A few fans gathered on the padded floor below where Brutus was pinned.  Looking up, they saw his 12” thick cock swaying and dripping strands of pre-cum.

Earl moved in behind the Brazilian’s ass.  The Giant felt Gleason’s wet hard cock begin to slide up and down his fury ass crack.  Then he felt the big tool bump into his pucker.  The Freak could see BlackAlpha in the corner.  The former Champ was watching intently.  He looked slightly perturbed.  Maybe unhappy he had allowed Master Han to interfere?  Or was it something else?  Earl ignored the Ebony Hero’s reaction and began to push his way inside Brutus’s hole. 

The Hairless Beast was very tight and it took several seconds before The Destroyer shoved past his outer and inner rings and Gleason’s smooth ebony balls touched Brutus’s ass cheeks.  “OH!  OH!  OH!” grunted Brutus.  Earl continued to pull the Brazilian’s head backwards.  He waited a few moments then began to move his hips forward and back.  As he picked up the pace, his smooth balls began slapping against Brutus’s cheeks.  The ring filled with loud primal grunts and slapping sounds as the Hairless Beast’s hole was plowed by Gleason.  Added to those noises was that of Cedric gagging on The Blonde Bodybuilder’s cock as he was skull-fucked back at center ring.

Some in the crowd near the ring joined in--whipping out their cocks and stroking them as they watched the erotic spectacle.  The fans below Brutus opened their mouths and swallowed some of his pre-cum, which spurted from his slit each time his hole was pounded by The Freak.

Dandy Dawson could barely watch this scene of domination.  He was angered by Master Han’s cheating and Brutus’s defeat.  Now he was seeing his shaven and humiliated bodyguard getting deflowered by The Destroyer.  (Dawson was fairly certain the Brazilian had been a virgin until this evening.)  But mostly, Dandy was fearful--worried he could become Gleason and Bennett’s next fuckee.  After that torture rack stunt, who knew what humiliation these two had planned for him?

WHAP!  “OH!”  WHAP!  “OH!”  WHAP!  “OH!”  WHAP!  “OH!”  WHAP!  “OH!”  Gleason kept pummeling the Brazilian’s hole.  Suddenly, Gary Bennett yelled “I’M GONNA CUM!” and a second later warm spunk shot down his step nephew's gullet.  The Freak was right behind his partner.  He drilled Brutus’s ass with his throbbing cock and went over the edge, causing the Black Bodybuilder to grunt, spasm and shudder.  “FUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!!! he cried out until collapsing against Brutus’s sweaty back.  The crowd erupted in frenzied applause seeing the Bodybuilder Partners’ climaxes.  Then Brutus’s massive cock pulsed and, handsfree, detonated a cum load, dousing the fans gathered below him and spraying some of his creamy release into the first few rows.

When the Brazilian’s cock had begun to soften, Gleason pulled his hairless body back through the ropes, ten pound weight and all, and forced him again to his knees in front of The Destroyer.  As the Flatbush fans applauded, the obedient sub Brutus immediately began licking and polishing the impressive tool.  “THERE YOU HAVE IT, GENTS,” Vern Wonder said into his mic, “BRUTUS SHAVEN AND DEFILED!  A REAL CUM SLUT”  The fans chanted “BRUTUS THE BITCH!"  

Dandy Dawson turned to JackedStud and RedDante, “Those fuckers!  They’ll pay.”  But the TSWF promoter faced a dilemma.  On the one hand, he wanted Master Han and the AsianMuscleGod to pay a price for having interfered in Brutus’s match.  On the other hand, if AMG lost to Gleason, Dawson himself faced the prospect of being humiliated by The Freak and The Tank.  And to make matters worse, he had promised Gleason he would not interfere in the matches.  What to do, he asked himself.

Then the promoter had an idea—an inspiration, actually.  He pulled out his mobile phone, searched his Contacts and punched up a number.  He texted  “ATB, are you here tonight?  In Flatbush?”  The response was immediate.  “G’day!  I’m here mate!”  Dawson breathed a sigh of relief and began typing up another text message.  This was too good to be true, he thought.

(To be continued.)