The Latino Hunk Cortez v. The Blonde Gymnast AchillesAdonis

Post-Match Stakes in an Age of Sexual Exploration

As the ref entered the ring and raised AchillesAdonis’s free arm, the ring announcer shouted “AND HERE’S YOUR WINNER--AND STILL UNDEFEATED GOLDEN WARRIOR--THE GREEK GOD, ACHILLES ADONIS!!!”  

Cortez lay on his ass still entangled in the retarius, the weighted net, a few feet away.  Slowly, he started to shake his head.  The ref bent down, untied the net, and unlocked the bracelet around the loser’s wrist freeing him from the metal chain.  He had done the same seconds earlier for Achilles.  Patroclus slid into the ring and raised his best friend’s arm before embracing him in a victory hug.  The two had planned what would happen next as the fans continued to applaud.  Ross knelt reverently in front of AchillesAdonis.  He reached up and grasped the waistband of the golden Speedos and slowly peeled them down, revealing a black gladiator’s jock strap with a golden waistband.  The jock barely covered AchillesAdonis’s 7.5” cut cock, which was semi-hard.  His perfect ass cheeks were fully exposed to the horny Bowery crowd.  

Patroclus took the golden Speedos, saluted Achilles one last time, and exited the ring.  BlackAlpha watched from his corner then jumped down onto the padded floor.  He stalked Ross as the Manager walked up the ramp.  Why was he leaving?  Before stakes?  Patroclus glanced back at the Ebony Stud.  He gave the former Champ a mischievous grin and winked before turning and walking through the curtains in his white Speedos.  BlackAlpha followed him backstage.

Back in the ring, AchillesAdonis pulled Cortez out of the net.  He reached down and peeled the black jock strap down the legs of the still groggy Jobber Bitch.  His 9.5” uncut dick flopped out below his black treasure trail and cropped black pubes.  The Golden Warrior then grabbed Cortez’s long black hair and dragged him to his feet.  “Time for stakes Jobber Pussy!” exclaimed the Blonde Greek God.  He twisted Cortez by his hair so he stood behind the loser, then wrapped his left arm around the bigger man’s throat and pulled him into an INVERTED FACE LOCK.  He jammed Cortez’s face into his sweaty armpit, making Señor Alfa inhale his masculine scent.  “LICK IT!” ordered the Golden Boy and, after a moment, Cortez’s wet tongue lathered his pit.

“THAT’S A GOOD JOBBER!” yelled Achilles as he yanked Cortez’s body backwards and onto his extended knee, applying a full DRAGON SLEEPER.  “NOW JERK OFF FOR THE CROWD BITCH!” commanded Achilles.  JoelAlphaHunk looked on from the sky box, loving every minute of his disloyal protege’s humiliation.  He turned to Dawson “We can’t let that hole go to waste!”  But Dawson had disappeared.  He had left without an explanation.  DaddyRodrigo grinned, sensing what the Champ was thinking.  “No, we can’t!” he agreed.

With his face still wedged in Achilles’ wet pit, Señor Alfa hand encircled his hardening 9.5” cock shaft.  He began stroking it, slowly at first then picking up the tempo as pre-cum from his slit lubricated the fat hose.  He moaned into the Golden Warrior’s armpit as his body squirmed in the Dragon Sleeper.  “THAT’S IT BITCH BOI, GIVE ME YOUR LOAD, SUBMIT TO YOUR GREEK GOD!!!” demanded the Muscle Hunk Gymnast.  Cortez’s moans grew louder, filling the Bowery Arena.  His tongue licked every inch of the Golden Boy’s hairy pit.  He felt his climax coming and suddenly ropes of white cum shot upwards from his hard cock.  “UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!” he grunted into the winner’s pit as he spasmed.  “FUCK YEAH!” hollered the victorious Straight Wrestler.  He then shoved Javier’s body onto the mat and face down into his cum puddle.

As he rose, Achilles saw that his 7.5” cock had hardened and pushed through the side of his jock pouch.  The crowd was mesmerized at the sight of the big mushroom head and what appeared to be a pearl of pre-cum.  He had never been naked, much less with a hard-on, in his prior TSWF matches.  An exhibitionist at heart, the Golden Warrior just grinned and peeled off his jock, letting his cut cock spring free below his cropped dirty blonde pubes.  The fans applauded wildly and some chanted “JERK OFF ACHILLES!”  But that was a line AA wouldn’t cross, at least not yet.  He leaned down and covered Cortez’s head with his black gladiator jock strap—a final act of humiliation.  Then he snagged Javier’s black jock from the mat as a trophy and exited the ring.

The arena spotlight suddenly moved back to the curtains where the Champ JoelAlphaHunk and his Manager DaddyRodrigo stood arm-in-arm.  They marched down the ramp to cheers of “CHAMP!  CHAMP!  CHAMP!”  Behind them a phalanx of security officers carried a hamstring weight machine—the very same machine upon which the Champ himself had been fucked by the Ginger Giant RedDante in the P.R.  JAH bounded up the metal steps before pulling his red tank top off—revealing his caramel-colored 50” pecs and trimmed black armpit hair.  He slid into the ring and walked towards the Bitch Incarnate who still lay in a puddle of his own cum.  DaddyRodrigo followed behind, pulling off his green tank top.  Both Alpha Studs took off their shoes and jeans—leaving the Champ in his red briefs and his Manager in his green briefs.  With great effort the security officers heaved the hamstring weight machine over the top rope and set it down at center stage.  Joel leaned down and grabbed Cortez’s black hair.  He dragged the Defeated Latino Hunk to his feet, yelling “YOU FUCKING TRAITOR!  GONNA MAKE YOU OUR SLUT BOI!”

The Champ shoved the naked Señor Alfa chest first onto the hamstring machine.  He was careful to keep Achilles’ black jock wrapped around Javier’s neck.  “WHO AM I?” demanded JAH.  “You’re…you’re the Champ,” came Cortez’s mumbled reply.  “THAT’S RIGHT BITCH, AND WHO ARE YOU?”  “I’m your…your Traitorous Bitch Boi.”  The audience gasped not expecting the Latino Hunk to submit so easily to his rival, but what could you expect after the man had been hung and humiliated so completely by the Golden Warrior?  JAH motioned for DaddyRodrigo to stand in front of the machine.  Both Muscle Studs slowly pulled down their briefs.  The crowed salivated as they saw Joel’s fully erect 9” cock bounce upwards, followed by DR’s equally hard 10” monster.  

Rodrigo slapped his cock head across Javier’s cheeks then pushed it between his lips and into his mouth and throat.  The Bitch Incarnate gagged on the huge tool.  “Gww—ockkkk…gww—ockk” but DR kept it buried in his throat.  Then his began to thrust forward and back, skull fucking the Defeated Jobber.  

JAH touched the slit of his hard cock and brought his fingers to his lips, tasting his salty pre-cum.  He had waited weeks for this moment.  He clambered up onto the weight machine, pressing his hard chest against Cortez’s broad back.  He kicked the Latino Hunk’s legs further apart until his log of a cock slid into the smooth crack.  Finding Cortez’s hole, Joel didn’t waste any time.  He plowed his big dick into his protege’s chute until he felt his balls hit the Bitch Incarnate’s ass cheeks. 

“Ohhhhhhh…Fuuuuccckkkkk” moaned Javier Cortez as his hole was invaded.  Joel grinned as he began to pummel the traitor’s hole, putting his entire 6’3” 230lbs frame into the fucking.  “UHH…UHH…UHH…UHH,” grunted Cortez with each thrust into his canal.  He could feel his prostate getting hit and felt his cock harden again as it rubbed against the pad of the weight machine.

“TAKE YOUR DADDY’S COCK!” ordered DaddyRodrigo as he face fucked Javier.  The Latino Muscle Boi groaned around the 10” dick and saliva began dripping from the sides of his mouth.  The Champ held onto the black gladiator jock strap around Cortez’s neck for leverage as he pounded his protege’s hole even harder.  “YOU'RE SO FUCKING TIGHT, BITCH BOI!” he hollered then plunged in as deep as he could go before shooting his load into Javier’s bowels.  “UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!” he cried out as he saw Rodrigo withdraw his throbbing cock from Cortez’s mouth.  The Daddy jerked twice and shot a huge load on the Defeated Jobber’s face, marking him as the pair’s Bitch Boi, spit-roasted at center ring.  Cortez’s sex-hazed eyes rolled backwards as he felt his cock pulse underneath him and spew a second load onto the weight machine pad.

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Still naked and holding his jock strap trophy, AchillesAdonis walked confidently towards his dressing room.  Smiling, he gave high fives to the backstage crew on the way.  He had won his ninth straight (pun intended) match and would now face Champ JoelAlphaHunk for the TSWF title.  The Champ was tough but if anything would be an easier foe to conquer than the Stud, now Bitch, Incarnate.  AA wasn’t sure why he had gotten hard while humiliating Cortez.  That hadn’t happened during prior stakes.  But the sight of the 6’5” 260 pound wrestler with his face buried in Achilles’ armpit while he was forced to jerk off had definitely made the Greek God horny.

Just before entering his dressing room, Jon Turner heard loud grunts and moans.  “What the heck?” he said as he opened the door.  He saw the bulbous ebony ass cheeks of the former Champ BlackAlpha flexing as he fucked a man lying on his back on the massage table.  The man’s legs were draped over the former Champ’s broad shoulders.  At the other end of the table, a naked Dandy Dawson had his 7.5” cock stuffed down the man’s throat.  Both the Ebony Stud and Dawson were shouting in unison “TAKE MY FUCKING COCK BITCH!”  As Achilles rounded the table, he saw the man was none other than his best friend and Manager Patroclus!  Ross was moaning like a cat in heat as his holes were stuffed and used by the two Alpha Males.  And his 48” chest was perfectly smooth as were his pits and pubic area.  Ross’s black hair had been shaved off.  “We thought he looked more sexy this way…more like the Bitch Boi he is,” panted Dandy.

Achilles looked down and saw that his 7.5” cock was bolt upright.  He began to stroke it as he watched his best friend getting fucked in both orifices.  Ross’s beer can cock was hard and twitching on his smooth abs.  Pre-cum spurted from its slit with each of the Ebony Stud’s thrusts inward.  "HUH!  HUH!  HUH!" grunted Ross.  The Golden Warrior stepped closer to the table and jerked harder as BlackAlpha and Dandy Dawson pummeled Ross.  Suddenly, Pat’s fat cock pulsed and cum exploded onto his now smooth chest and cut abs.  BlackAlpha and Dandy Dawson were right behind him.  Both Alpha Male Studs shouted their climaxes, shooting huge loads into Pat Ross’s hole and throat.  “UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!” hollered AchillesAdonis as the sexy sight took him over the edge.  His massive load coated Patroclus’s face, throat and pecs.  He, BlackAlpha and Dawson collapsed onto Ross’s body as the aroma of cum and sweat filled the room.

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Later in adjacent shower stalls, Jon Turner and Pat Ross were silent as they washed their muscled bodies.  Ross knew he wasn’t straight and now his best friend knew it as well.  But Turner hadn’t walked out on him.  To the contrary, Turner had jerked off and cum on Ross’s body.  Something had made him horny as well.  But Ross wasn’t sure what to say.  Was this a one-off?  Or was Turner willing to explore his sexuality.  Time would tell but for now Ross smiled to himself.  He was the Manager of the next Contender for the TSWF title.

The End.