Hot Train Ride

As the bigger muscle stud Joey approached me at center ring, he raised his tattooed forearms, inviting me to a test of strength. No fucking way, I thought to myself as I stared at his defined torso and 20” biceps.  But I pretended to play along and raised my arms. I was about to clasp one of his hands when I suddenly spun 360 degrees aiming to end the match with a super kick to the muscle hunk’s temple. But the guy was quick. He took a step back and caught my right ankle in his hands. I was now hopping on one leg as he twisted my foot right and left. “Aaaggghhh!” On the second twist to the right, I went with it, trying to shake free of his grip but only succeeded in falling to the mat on my chest. He converted his hold into a SINGLE LEG CRAB and started yanking my ankle upwards compressing my lower back. “Uuuuggggghhhh!” I grunted. With his free hand, Joey reached down and cupped my large Speedo-covered balls and applied a painful BALL CLAW. “Oh, fuck…fuck, no!” I yelped as Joey taunted “How’s that feel, Daddy Bitch?”  

Painful as it was, I wasn’t going to submit in this position. Joey must have figured that out. He snorted and finally released my leg and the ball claw. Lying on the mat on my smooth chest, I tried to recover, but felt Joey’s hands grab my ankles. He twisted my body onto my back. I stared upwards at his fat bulge as he grinned and spread my legs wide. “Noooooo!” I started to plead, but the muscle stud suddenly dived downward and HEAD BUTTED my package. SQUISH! “Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” I screamed. I convulsed upwards and covered my package while Joey double bi-flexed above me, showing off his veiny biceps and thick patches of black armpit hair.  

The bigger muscle hunk reared back and began STOMPING my obliques. THWACK! “Ugh!” THWACK! “Ugh!” THWACK! “Ugh!” I rolled away from the onslaught to the nearby ropes. I tried to roll under them, but Joey was on me quickly. “Oh no, you don’t!” he said. He grabbed my legs and dragged my fit body back to center ring. As I stared again upwards at his sculpted pecs and big Speedo-covered bulge, the indy wrestler straddled my body and sat down on my chest. His knees pinned my shoulders. He smirked as he reached inside his Speedo and pulled out his beer can cock and smooth balls. He hadn’t showered before the match. His musky scent overwhelmed my senses. He rubbed his big smooth balls against my face. Then he pushed his fat 6” cock downward and began to bitch slap my face with it. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! “This what you want, Daddy?” he taunted. I felt pre-cum begin to line my nose and cheeks. He pushed his massive mushroom head against my lips. I tried to turn my face away. “Looks like I have more work to do,” Joey remarked then reached back with one hand to fondle my package. “Daddy’s excited, though!” he said, and I could hear the smaller ginger blonde stud snickering in the corner.

I was being humiliated but not decimated in the match. I still had a chance or so I thought. He flashed a cocky grin at me then stuffed his fat dick and balls back inside his black Speedo. Joey reached for my head and dragged me upwards as he stood up. He let go briefly but grabbed my right forearm, turned and WHIPPED my body into the nearby ropes. I bounced off of them and headed back towards the black-haired muscle stud who was coming right at me with, fuck, his outstretched arm. His CLOTHESLINE hit my upper chest hard and flattened me back on the mat. BAM! 

Joey kicked me onto my chest and reached down to wrap his hands around my waist. He hauled me upwards in a REVERSE BEAR HUG and squeezed hard. “Nnggghhh!” I grunted and gasped for air. My feet were lifted off the ground and flailing about in mid-air. I had a feeling where this was going and didn’t like it. Sure enough, Joey jumped backwards, taking my body with him and CRUSHING my upper back and shoulders into the canvas in a GERMAN SUPLEX. BAM! Like Brock Lesnar, the muscular punk didn’t let go off the bearhug. He pulled me back up to my wobbly feet and—with Matt shouting “YOU GO, JOEY!”—hurled himself backwards and slammed my upper back once more into the mat. BAM! This time he let go of my waist. Pain shot through my nerve endings as my fit Dad body flipped and flopped involuntarily around the canvass.

I ended up on my back and immediately felt Joey’s arms wrap around my abs. Oh fuck is all I could mutter to myself. The relentless hunk yanked me upwards into a BELLY-TO-BELLY BEAR HUG. He tightened his hold and I gasped for oxygen as my arms waved wildly over his head. The kid was wearing me out. Suddenly, he twisted my body upside down and my face was pressed into his fat Speedo-covered bulge. Not for long, though. Joey used one hand to pull his waistband forward then he stuffed my head inside. My eyes were now buried in his musky balls. My mouth was pressed into his hard shaft. I could feel his coarse cropped pubes against my chin. 

Meanwhile my ass cheeks were just below Joey’s face. He counted “1….2….3!!!” then dropped to his knees PILE-DRIVING my head into the mat. It was pitch black inside his Speedo but I was seeing stars as I lay on my back with my face still stuffed inside his gear. He finally stood, allowing my head to escape his Speedo. I inhaled deeply, trying to recover from the brutal pile-driver inside his sweaty pouch.

The big muscle hunk wasted no time before grabbing my ankles and dragging me across the ring to his corner. I could feel myself being strung upside down in the corner with my calves hooked over the top ropes in a TREE OF WOE. My body dangled helplessly. Joey snorted and yanked my Speedo up my quads—exposing my 7” cut cock, smooth balls and dirty blonde pubes. My hard cock pointed downward. The head was moist with pre-cum. Matt had joined Joey in the ring. The ginger blonde heel climbed up the ropes using my package as a step. Holding onto the top ropes, Matt GAS-PEDALED my balls putting all of his weight on them. “AAAGGGHHH!!!” I hollered in agony. He finally jumped back down, but Joey immediately moved in, kneeing my abs repeatedly. BAM! “Ugh!” BAM! “Ugh!” BAM! “Ugh!” Then he paused and Matt reached for my exposed orbs, applying a BALL CLAW and squeezing tight. “AAARRRGGGGHHHH!” I screamed. 

“Had enough, Daddy Bitch?” asked Joey. I shook my head “No,” and Matt twisted my nuts right and left. “AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!” I cried out. I was on the verge of submitting.

Joey then sat down with his legs straddling my head. He lodged my upside down face in his bulge as his quads scissored my neck. Then, squeezing my neck tight, he leaned backwards, which had the effect of pushing my head towards the ring post and contorting my back. “Oh fuck, please, fuuuucccckkkkk!” I yelled. “Say it!” demanded Joey, “Say it, Daddy Bitch!” He leaned back further while his quads applied more pressure to my neck. I was either going to tap or be KO’d. My hands starting patting the sides of the muscle hunk’s legs as I shouted into Joey’s crotch “I submit! I give! I ggggiiiivvvvveeeee!!!” Both alpha muscle boys shouted “FUCK YEAH!!!”

Once my tormentor released the head scissors, my calves unhooked themselves and my defeated body crumpled to the mat in the corner. I landed on my chest. My bright blue Speedo was halfway down my legs. My bare ass pointed skyward. I knew what was coming next. Or did I? 

Just then I heard the door to the ring room open. From my prone position, I could see a guy who looked about my age enter the room. “Hey Dale,” Joey said, “Daddy Bitch just submitted!” “Did he now?” asked the man, “How’d you make that happen?” The dude must have been 6’3” and weighed more than 225 pounds. He had black hair, green eyes and a trimmed black beard. Wearing a white tank top and a red Speedo, Dale was tan and obviously fit. His biceps looked to be about 20” or two inches bigger than mine. His chest must have been close to 50”. His pecs pressed against the front of the tight fitting tank. Black armpit hair peeked out from under his arms. “It was a Tree of Woe combined with a head-scissors and some back compression,” explained the bigger of the two muscle boys. “Nice,” said Dale as he mounted the metal steps and slid into the ring. I noticed he was barefoot. “What you got planned for the Daddy Bitch?”

“We wrestled for ‘stakes’,” said Matt, “So it’s time for Daddy here to pay up!” “Fuck yes,” replied Dale as he leaned against the nearby ropes. He reached one hand inside his red Speedo and began stroking his cock. I couldn’t see his dick or balls but assumed he was packing heat. Suddenly, I felt Matt pulling off my Speedo and Joey’s arms wrap around my head. He yanked me up onto my knees in front of Matt. The cocky alpha demanded “Take off my Speedo!” I reached forward and grabbed the waistband of the orange Speedo. Slowly I pulled the gear downward. My eyes widened as the root of Matt’s thick shaft appeared right below cropped ginger pubes. Then his entire 8” cut cock sprung free. It was curved and the moist head bounced near my face. “Yeah, make him suck your cock, all of it, Matty,” Dale said as he continued to jerk his cock.

I felt Joey’s hands on the back of my head. He pushed my mouth onto the head of Matt’s cock. My lips parted and within seconds the long thick cock was buried deep in my throat as my nose brushed up against ginger pubes. “Take my big cock!” ordered Matt as he began to thrust in and out of my mouth and throat. I tried to not to gag and to breathe through my nose. The muscle boy picked up the pace of the face fucking and soon saliva mixed with pre-cum was dripping from the corners of my mouth. “Yeah,” Matt taunted, “You like that? Gonna make you my cock whore!” Joey had dropped his hands from the back of my head, but Matt cupped the same spot and forced my face forward to meet each of his thrusts. “You’re such a slutty Bitch,” he taunted. I could tell I was hard too. My 7” cut cock bounced as I was impaled over and over again on Matt’s cock.

I heard Joey spit onto his palms then felt a wet finger touch my hole and press inside. “Ohhhhhhhh!” I moaned around Matt’s thick cock. The bigger muscle hunk followed up with a second finger, stretching my outer and inner rings. I moaned even louder as his fingers grazed my gland. I could taste the ginger blonde’s salty pre-cum as he continued to skull fuck me, owning my mouth and throat. “Gonna cum!” Matt warned and seconds later he held my face tightly against his pubic bone as his body spasmed and his big dick pulsed, shooting a plentiful warm load down my throat. As Matt finally came down from his release, I realized Joey had withdrawn his fingers from my hole and was now laying on his back at center ring, stroking his beer can of cock. He was rock hard and the mushroom head was swollen. “Over here, Bitch!” he demanded.  

I half crawled over to Joey and straddled his chest. My erect cock was inches from his face and dripped some pre-cum onto his Adam’s Apple. He drew a finger across the cum and inserted it in my mouth so I could taste myself. “Time to get fucked,” he announced with smirk, adding "We told you so."  “Oh, I don’t think I can take your fat cock,” I said, adding “I almost never bottom.” 

Dale, who had been watching the whole scene unfold as he stroked (what I could now see was) a big cut dick, now interjected. “Shut up, Daddy Bitch. You’re gonna take it like a fucking man.” Surprised by his dominant behavior, I submissively raised my hips and scooted backwards so my hole hovered over Joey’s big fat cock head. He held the base of his hard cock and nodded at me. I slowly lowered myself and began to feel enormous pressure as the wide knob of the dick pressed at my entrance. I breathed deeply and pushed out, vaguely remembering that this might help open up my chute. Joey snickered “That’s it Daddy, sit on my big hog of a cock and go for a ride!” I felt like my hole was being torn open as the steel pipe pushed past my rings. “Ohhh Goddddddd!” I moaned until I was fully penetrated. I waited a few moments hoping my hole would adjust to the wide girth of the dick inside me.  

As I did so, Dale removed his red Speedo and white tank top. He had a nice dusting of black hair on his pecs and abdomens and it continued down into his pubic area. His very veiny cock must have been 9” long and it widened from the base to the head. He walked over and straddled Joey’s upper torso, positioning his Daddy Dick right in front of my face. I began to move up and down on Joey’s beer can cock and realized what Dale wanted. I opened my mouth and he rammed his big cock inside stopping only when I was fully impaled on his manhood with my nose buried in his black pubes. He began to rock back and forth, resuming the skull fucking that Matt had just finished. 

Joey was moaning now and saying something about the tightness of my hole and how good it felt. I was feeling shivers throughout my body as my prostate got tagged over and over again. My own cock was leaking pre-cum handsfree onto Joey’s 50” pecs. Dale said “You boys found such a Daddy Whore. Look at the Bitch now—with both of his holes filled with big cocks.”

Joey had started thrusting upward as my chute widened around his fat dick. “Slow down a second,” Matt said from behind me. “What the fuck!” I tried to mutter around Dale’s hard cock. Then I felt it—Matt’s 8” cock, obviously recharged, began to push inside my hole on top of Joey’s. I had never felt such pressure. I groaned loudly but he pushed inside as he placed his hands around my waist and began to thrust in and out. Gradually he and Joey resumed pounding my hole at the same swift tempo. Matt’s balls slapped into my ass cheeks. I had never been double penetrated. I had never had three big cocks pounding into my holes at the same time. But weirdly I fully submitted to their pummeling. I pulled back from Dale’s cock just long enough to yell “FUCK YES, POUND MY DADDY BITCH ASS AND THROAT HARD!!!” Dale grinned and rammed his cock back into my mouth. 

The two muscle boys continued to drill my over-stretched hole until Joey cried out “OH GOD, OH FUCK, FUCK, I’M CUMMING!!!” I felt his hot load fill my bowels. Dale warned that he too was about to cum and then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and jerked it. His big mushroom head shot ropes of cum all over my face. Matt was right behind him, slamming inside me and letting his throbbing big dick release his second load of the evening into my well-lubed chute.

I reached down and grabbed my bouncing shaft. I stroked it three times before it exploded a ton of white cum, hitting Joey’s mouth and chin, throat and pecs. Dale ordered “Lick it clean, Bitch,” and pushed his cum-smeared cock back inside my mouth. I swallowed the remnants of his load and polished his fat cock head before collapsing onto Joey’s cum-splattered chest. Matt followed suit and fell onto my back. Dale said “Such a sexy sight. Three naked gay wrestlers. Now which one of you is going to wrestle me?” I muttered “Matt” hoping the cocky alpha muscle boy would be demolished by the Daddy Host and fucked senseless in the ring later that evening.

The End.