Alpha Dandy Dawson's Hot Wrestling Backstory

Introducing the Muscle Studs

Dandy Dawson continued as the reporter Cedric typed on his laptop.  “My foreman at the time was a guy named Gary Bennett, then about 35 years old.  Built like a tank, Gary was.  He was ex-military.  He had blonde hair.  Wavy on top and fades down the sides and back.  Like me, he had blue eyes.  He was much larger, standing 6’3” and weighing 235 pounds.  His chest measured at least 50” and he had 22” biceps.  The hunk had a 33” waist, 35” quads.  Like a lot of bodybuilders, he was smooth all over with washboard abs.”

“And his cock?” Cedric interjected.  “His cock,” Dawson replied, “was 8 inches long, thick and cut.  Big hairless balls too.  I had seen his equipment in the gym showers.”  “Go on,” the reporter said.  Out of the corner of his eye, Cedric could see the dark-haired giant, Brutus from Brazil, was closely following Dawson’s story, apparently not having heard it previously.

“Well, one day, Gary comes to me and says he has four applicants to join our hot male construction crew but only one opening.  All four were qualified, at least on paper, Gary told me.  He asked me what he should do.  I thought for a moment and then a lightbulb went on.  I said ‘Let’s make them wrestle each other, with the ultimate winner getting the job and the losers….well, the losers getting fucked.”  Cedric arched his eyebrows.  His 8" cock was now fully at attention in his slacks.

“Yeah, it was inspired, I know.  And I told Gary that he and I might get in on the post-match action.”  Dandy sat back in his chair.  He remembered that day like it was yesterday.

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Gary Bennett sat in his chair, mouth wide open.  He couldn’t believe what Dave Dawson had just suggested.  Have the construction crew applicants wrestle each other?  For stakes?  Dawson grinned at him.  “And,” the contractor continued, “We’ll make the winner service the two of us.  As kind of…an 'initiation.'”  “Okay, Dave, but I’m not even sure these guys are gay or bi.  They might not go for it.”  “If any of them are straight, even better,” Dawson said devilishly.

Bennett and Dawson had never hooked up.  But Gary was physically attracted to the 45-year old contractor.  The boss was handsome with his short blonde hair and blue eyes.  He was 6’1” and about 185 pounds.  All lean but nicely shaped muscle.  He was smooth all over except for trimmed blonde hair in his pits and pubic areas.  The boss had a perfectly shaped 7.5” cut cock, too.  

Bennett often fantasized about bending the cocky contractor over his desk and pummeling his hole.  As his nickname “The Tank” suggested, he was much bigger than Dave and confident he could overpower him.  Maybe he’d have an opportunity when the winner of the competition was servicing his new bosses.  When the winner was being, as Dave said, initiated.  Just maybe.

“We need a pro ring for these matches,” Dawson said.  “Well,” Gary replied, “I know a gym in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn that has a private ring.  It’s run by an Italian guy.  He wrestles in some underground tournaments.  Said to be pretty good.  A real Heel.  An Italian Alpha.  Not sure he’s ever lost.  Name’s Sal.”  “I’ve run into him,” Dave said, “He’s a complete top, that’s for sure.  See if he can make the ring available tomorrow.  This is gonna be fun.  Makes me horny as fuck.”

Dave didn’t tell Gary that he had at least one ulterior motive for suggesting the wrestling competition.  He had lusted after his foreman’s muscle stud physique for several years.  Dawson had fantasized about tying a naked Bennett into a ring corner, lifting and spreading his beefy quads and drilling the foreman’s hole.  Another fantasy had the handsome foreman naked on all fours in the middle of the ring with Dawson pounding his hole and while yanking his head upwards by his wavy blonde hair.  He thought the wrestling matches and ‘stakes’ might provide an opportunity to turn the blonde muscle hunk into his personal Golden BitchBoy.  Just maybe.

Later that night, Gary called Dawson at his apartment to say Sal was happy to allow the use of his ring for the competition.  His only condition was that he wanted in on any 'stakes.'  “And, boss,” Bennett added, “All four guys have decent MMA or wrestling experience—some in high school, others more recently in the New York City underground scene.  One guy even tried out for a pro wrestling federation.”  Good, Dave thought.  He almost asked for a preview of the job applicants’ stats.  But he thought better of it.  He’d wait to see them in person the next morning.  “Good job, Tank.  See you in the a.m.,” the contractor said and signed off.

Dawson thought again about Bennett’s Bodybuilder muscled body and his secret motive for suggesting a wrestling competition.  He checked his Contacts and found Sal Gaglione’s number.  He dialed the gym owner who answered, somewhat irritably given the late hour “Yeah, who is this?”  Dawson explained he had a special request but there’d be something in it for Sal.  After Dave described what he had in mind, Sal chuckled and said “Hot.  Yeah, I can make that happen.”

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When Dave Dawson—dressed in gray sweats and a white jock strap—arrived at the gym the next morning, Gary Bennett and gym owner Sal Gaglione were waiting for him.  The foreman wore a hoodie, gray sweats, and sneakers.  He held a clipboard in his right hand.  Dave was impressed by Sal’s green eyes and physique.  He wore a tight black tank top accentuating his olive-skinned muscles.  Black-haired Sal was 6’3” and 225 pounds.  Like Gary, his pecs measured 50”.  He had 20” biceps.  Inside his gray sweats, Sal was going commando, sporting a thick 9” cut cock.  Dawson pegged him for about 35 years old.  Young to own his own gym, Dave thought.

After the three men had shaken hands and Dawson thanked Sal for the use of his ring, Bennett ushered his boss through the weight room to the back of the facility.  He held open the door into the private ring room.  Dawson was impressed.  It was a true pro ring with metal steps at each corner leading up to the ring posts.  Two rows of metal chairs surrounded the ring.  Dave could see four men sitting in the first row—all with heads turned towards Gary and the contractor.  They looked to be in their 20s or early 30s. 

Gary led Dawson past the front row and up the metal stairs.  The boss and his foreman slid between the top and middle ropes and turned to stare back at the job applicants.  All four were dressed in tight white tank tops and blue jeans.  They were barefoot.  Sal had followed the contractor and his foreman.  He sat down on a chair near the applicants and gave them the once over.

“Okay, guys,” Gary said, “I’ve already explained that the winner of today’s competition will become a member of our construction crew.  We realize this is a bit unorthodox but the matches will test your meddle.  Winners get rewarded too,” Bennett winked.  He heard Gaglione snort.  Bennett continued “When I call your name, say ‘here,’ got it?”  The four men nodded.

Dave leaned against a ring post as Gary looked at his clipboard.  Sal winked at the contractor and gave him a thumbs up.  Good, thought Dawson, very good.  “Chad Epson!” Bennett barked out.  “Here!” one of the four yelled and raised his right arm.  He had long blonde hair—a true lion’s mane—and blue eyes.  Dave could see the kid was very tan. 

“Stats?” Gary asked.  “I’m 24.  6’2”, 175 pounds, 45” chest, 16” biceps, 32” waist and 33” quads.” Chad said.  The foreman smiled “And your cock?”  Epson hesitated then said “8.5 inches, uncut.”  “Okay,” Gary said, “Straight, gay or bi?”  “Straight,” Epson said.  “Fine,” Gary replied, “Your nickname will be SurferBoy.”  Dawson felt his 7.5” cut cock begin to harden.  The blonde with long hair was twunky but hot as fuck.

“Billy Waverly?” the foreman continued.  “Here!” came a voice from a man with wavy ginger hair and green eyes.  He appeared to have a very white complexion with some freckles lining his forehead and cheeks.  “Stats?” Gary demanded.  “27.  6’3”, 230 pounds, 48” pecs, 18” ceps, 33” waist, 34” quads.”  Waverly paused then added “7 inch cut cock, fat as a beer can.  And bisexual.”  Dave arched his right eyebrow.  He was a little surprised the muscled ginger batted for both teams.  “Your nickname,” Bennett said, “will be RedStud.”  Bill smiled sheepishly.  He knew he was handsome but wasn’t used to being called a stud.  He was confident, however.  He had serious wrestling experience from college and high school and had even tried out to join a pro fed.

“Earl Gleason?” Gary asked.  “Here!” a heavily muscled black man said and stood up.  He was holding a blue duffel bag.  He didn’t wait for Gary’s follow up question.  “34 years old.  6’4”, 240 pounds, 52” chest, 22” biceps, 33” waist, 35” quads.”  He then palmed the front of his blue jeans.  “I got a 9.5 inch cut cock.  I call him the Destroyer.  He’s got a mind of his own—a regular heat seeking missile.  I’m a top and gay all the way.” 

“Cocky, aren’t you?” the foreman remarked.  “You’d be, too, if you were me.  I’m gonna make these jobbers my personal bitches.”  “Yes!” Dawson exclaimed from the corner, “I like that attitude, Earl.”  Gleason flashed a big grin as Gary said “With your stats, your nickname is simply 'The Freak.'”  Gleason snorted and went into a double bi-flex pose, exposing his shaven pits.

“Javier Ruiz?” the foreman said.  The Latino hunk raised his left arm and said with a smirk “Here, Papi!”  He had longish black hair with curls surrounding his handsome, almost boyish face.  Javier had light blue, almost silver eyes and a black goatee.  “Stats?” asked Gary.  “25 years old.  I’m 6’2 and 190 pounds.  46” chest, 17” biceps, 32” waist, 32” quads.”  He stood up and unbuttoned his trousers to reveal tight white briefs.  The imprint of his thick cock showed he was almost fully hard.  The dick lay diagonally across his crotch.  “Guess, Papi!” he dared Gary.

The foreman nearly gulped.  Dawson’s eyes widened.  The Latino stud was even more cocky than Gleason.  “Ahh,” Gary started, but Dawson interrupted him “10”…probably uncut.  “Si, si, Señor Dawson,” the kid said.  “I’m gay, too.”  He grinned then said with a hint of defiance “I’ve never been fucked.  All Alfa, Papi!”  Bennett said “With the biggest dick, we’ll call you 'The Shaft.'”

Javier snickered and sat back down—still in his tight white briefs with his blue jeans around his calves.  Billy Waverly suddenly spoke up, “My dick may not be as long as Earl’s or Javi’s here, but it’s a fat battering ram.”  He palmed his crotch and continued “And they’d be lucky to have me fill their holes with it.”  Gary and Dave again arched their eyebrows.  Billy had gone from sheepish to cocky in a few minutes.  They could see Straight Chad was taking all this in.  But SurferBoy’s bright blue eyes were locked on Javier’s big bulge.  Was he worried or possibly curious?

Dave walked to Gary’s side in the ring.  “Okay, gentlemen,” he said, “Each of the matches will be a no holds barred fight.  The winner will be by knock out or submission.  Winner takes ‘stakes.’  I hope you all came prepared—if you get my drift.”  Billy, Earl and Javier chuckled.  Blonde SurferBoy looked quizzical.  What the fuck is stakes, he seemed to be asking himself.  

Gary looked down at his clipboard.  “Ok, first match will be….Chad Epson the SurferBoy against Javier Ruiz The Shaft!  Gentlemen, enter the ring!”  He pointed at Earl and Billy “You guys can watch but you’ll be up next.”  The Freak and RedStud nodded.  Javier promptly tugged off his jeans and bounded up the metal steps.  He jumped over the top rope and stood in the ring, decked out in his white tank top and tight white briefs.  “C’mon Puta!” he motioned to Chad.  The blonde kid unbuttoned his jeans and stripped out of them.  He slowly walked up the steps.  He appeared tentative but then said “Fuck this, I need the job,” and slid between the top and middle ropes.

“Ok, let’s go!” said Gary as he and Dave Dawson stepped over the top ropes onto the apron.  Gary reached for the rope to the bell above the ring post.  He pulled it hard.  DING!  DING!  DING!

(To be continued.)