Amateur BodyBuilder Danny Masterson v Alpha Male Hunk Wrestler

Amateur Bodybuilder Danny Masterson had just finished another set of bicep curls with 60 pound weights.  He dropped the weights on the gym floor and paused to admire his physique in the full length mirror.  An imposing 6’3” and 235 pounds, he knew eyes were upon him—both female and male—and he craved the attention.  He flexed his 18” biceps and flashed a cocky grin.  His 52” pecs were pumped from his earlier chest presses.  They pressed against the front of his tight black tank top.

Danny was an Asian-American of mixed descent, born of a Chinese mother and Caucasian father.  He had short black hair and no body hair.  He liked to keep his pits and pubic area smooth to better show off his ripped body and cut cock, which was 7” but monster thick.  Even now, his cock was semi-hard and tenting outward in his black gym shorts.  His last girlfriend (or rather hook-up) had screamed out “it’s a fucking battering ram” as he relentlessly barreled into her pussy.  He smiled at the memory and took out his iPhone before snapping a pic of the reflection of his handsome face and sculpted body in the mirror.  He’d post the “thirst trap” pic to his IG account, where he already had over 15,000 followers.

Danny considered himself straight.  And he was straight except he hadn’t turned down blowjobs from gay men who almost slobbered over his muscled body.  Gays just knew how to give much better blowjobs than women did.  If he ever had full on sex with a man—which he highly doubted—Danny knew he’d be a total Dom top.  He definitely wouldn’t bottom.  But he was too invested in chasing women to seriously consider fucking some gay guy.  That said, at the gym, Danny was a total showboat.  He knew he was making the women swoon, the gays totally horny, and the straight guys envious of his body and ability to attract hot babes.  Sometimes he would act gay (whatever that meant) around the women—knowing they liked the idea of having a gay best friend.  Meanwhile, the women’s boyfriends were jealous of the attention given to Danny.  He was probably making a few enemies at the gym but he didn’t care.  He loved his cocky showboat attitude.

“So you’re game for going to the wrestling show with Devin?” a female voice asked.  Startled for a moment, Danny saw Cate’s reflection in the mirror.  She was standing behind him, almost blocked out by his much larger frame.  With short blonde hair, Cate had a leanly muscled gymnast body.  She was one of the babes with whom Danny would flirt—often to the irritation of her boyfriend Devin.  “Fuck yes, girl,” he began in a false high pitched voice, “I’m so ready to see those gays wrestle that I jerk off just thinking about it.”  “Danny,” she laughed, “you’re straight not gay but I’m glad you’re willing to go with him.  It’s sponsored by a body called the 'Tri-State Wrestling Federation.'  The Fed pits Alpha Males against each other with the winner—and I take you not—fucking the loser…live in the ring.”  Danny grinned “I’m a little surprised your boyfriend suggested it but I’m game for it, except the fucking part, that is.”  

Cate nodded and said “I hear there might be an amateur picked at random from the audience.  He’d have to wrestle one of the Fed’s Alpha Male stars.”  “Hmmmm,” said Danny, “They’d never pick me ‘cause I’d destroy and humiliate the guy.  You know it’s all fake, that wrestling.  It’s scripted.  They don’t fight for real.  But I’d dominate whichever ‘Alpha Male’ they chose to throw at me.”  With his hands, he used air quotes around Alpha Male to accentuate his boast.

“Hey bro, don’t you have another set of curls to get to?” a male voice said.  “Devin, my man,” said Danny turning to his left to see Cate’s approaching boyfriend, “We were just talking about seeing the gay wrestling matches.”  “Yeah, I’m sure you’ll love it, Danny, all those muscled and sweaty bodies going at it.”  Devin was shorter than Danny.  He stood 6’1” and weighed about 190 pounds.  He had longish sandy brown hair and blue eyes.  He was packing some decent muscle In his tight black t-shirt and shorts.  He had 46” pecs and 16” ceps.  His torso was smooth except for a brown treasure trail leading to his trimmed brown pubes and perfectly shaped 7.5” cut cock. 

Devin couldn’t stand Danny’s showboat behavior at the gym—much less his flirtatiousness with Cate.  He’d love to see the show-off brought down a peg or two.  That said, he couldn’t deny Danny was an Alpha Muscle Stud of the first order.  Handsome as he was, Devin would never be as ripped and hunky as Danny Masterson.  That left him a little jealous.  At least Cate was his girlfriend.

“Aren't you worried, Devin, you might get picked to wrestle one of the Fed’s Alpha Males?” asked Danny with a smirk.  “If you lose, you’d get fucked.”  “Yeah, right,” replied Devin, “I wouldn’t set foot in that ring, even if you paid me.  I’m not giving my ass up to some Alpha Male with a massive cock.”  He put his arm around Cate’s shoulder.  “What about you, my friend,” he said to Danny, “You’d love the attention you’d get from horny males in that ring.  And,” he taunted, “your sexuality is a little questionable.”  Danny snorted “Nah, I’m totally straight dude.  All I know is that I’d win if they picked me.  Not sure I could fuck a guy’s hole in the ring, but I’d probably be willing to skull fuck him.”  Cate looked surprised.  “That doesn’t sound straight,” she said.  “I am, Cate,” he replied, “But guys are, well, better than babes when it comes to BJs.”

Devin nodded his agreement and Cate said “You too?”  A bit sheepish, Devin said “I don’t know, Cate, ‘cause I’ve never gotten one from a guy, but I’ve heard folks say it.”  “Well, this is all academic,” she said “since there’ll be a few thousand people at the Queens Arena.  The chances either of you gets picked to wrestle are slim and none.”  “Ok, see you Devin tomorrow night at the Queens Arena,” said Danny, “I do have another set of bicep curls before hitting the showers.”  He turned away and bent down to retrieve his 60 pound dumbbells.  Cate could only stare at Danny’s massive glutes and defined hamstring muscles.  Devin was her boyfriend, but Danny’s sculpted body was sexy as hell and made her pussy wet.

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The silver-haired TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson sat in his office, ruminating over another “Amateur Night” program.  He wanted more than a squash job--where one of his Alpha Male wrestlers demolished some newbie from the audience.  He wanted a real fight, with the TSWF wrestler possibly losing.  How hot would that be?  But that meant he had to pick someone in the arena who was big, fit and muscular.  Someone who might have the raw talent to take it to one of the Alpha Males in Dandy’s stable. 

His nephew Devin had texted him a photo of some Asian-American muscle hunk in a tank top with a note “Uncle Dandy, this is Danny Masterson, 6’3” and 235 pounds—full of himself in every way.  He’d be the perfect guinea pig in that ring!  I’ll be in Queens with Danny tomorrow night!”

Dawson stared at the photo.  Danny Masterson, he said to himself.  Then he smiled.  He knew exactly what to do.  He picked up the mobile device on his desk and scrawled through his Contacts before punching in the numbers and pressing call.  “Master Han,” he said excitedly, “I have just the match for the AsianMuscleGod.  Tell Tanner Wu to be at the Queens Arena tomorrow night!”

(To be continued.)