A Battle for Top: The Cortez Team vs The Davenport Team

Round Two:  A Daddy's Turn But Which One?

Five minutes later….Tommy Jay reached up and grabbed the rope connected to the bell.  DING!  DING!  DING!  Carlos vaulted over the top rope from the opposite corner and moved forward, intent on avenging his son Luis’s humiliation.  He wanted to face Big Bill's brother, the man who had just KO'd his son.  Sure enough, from the opposite corner, Little Li smirked and stepped between the top and middle ropes.  Carlos offered a classic elbow and collar lock up at center ring and Lionel engaged with him.  The two men grunted and began to push and shove against each other, each trying to establish a dominant position.  Trooper Lionel Davenport had a decided height and weight advantage at 6’4” and 250 pounds compared to Carlos’ 6’2” and 240 pounds.  

Although Luis’s dad was strong as an ox, Lionel began to push him backwards towards his corner.  Lionel gained momentum with each step then shoved Carlos hard, SLAMMING his back into the turnbuckles.  CLANG!  Luis’s dad was momentarily shaken up and dropped to one knee.  Lionel immediately advanced on him.  He grabbed Carlos’s wavy black hair and dragged him upwards then pushed him once more into the turnbuckles.  Holding onto the middle ropes on both sides of the ring post, Lionel reared back then drove his head into Carlos's gut.  THUD!  "Ooofffff!"

Officer Bill hollered from the opposite corner “Be careful Little Li, you’re in the enemy’s corner!”  “I got this!” Lionel yelled back.  He propped the Latino bodybuilder against the turnbuckles then sent a series of powerful jabs into Carlos’s 53” pecs and six pack abs.  POW!  “Ugh!”  POW!  “Ugh!”  POW!  “Ugh!”  POW!  “Ugh!”  POW!  “Ugh!”  Carlos tried to protect himself but the state trooper unexpectedly was lightning quick with his hands and kept switching his body targets. 

Luis’ father fell to his knees.  His face was eye level with Lionel’s Speedo-covered package.  From the apron, Luis yelled “C’mon Padre…Don’t let the Pandejo win!”  Carlos reared back with his right hand and sent a uppercut up into Lionel’s pouch.  SQUISH!  “Aaaaggghhhh!” the state trooper cried out.  It wasn't as much a low blow but rather one borne of desperation.  The blow had been aimed between Lionel’s legs and slammed into his ball sack.  The trooper stumbled backwards and sideways, then sank to his knees next to the ropes.  As the pain radiated throughout his massive frame, Lionel's head and upper torso folded over the middle rope and dangled over the apron.  

Carlos got to his feet.  He saw Lionel’s ass in the ring.  Smirking he approached the burly black trooper, stuck out his first and second fingers, then drove them into Lionel’s Speedo-covered ass crack.  “Oil check time, Puta!” Carlos snorted.  Lionel felt the fingers press all the way into the outer ring of his hole.  “Fuuucccckkkkk!” the bigger wrestler yelped as he felt partially invaded.

Carlos laughed “Si…Si...Puta!  You need some oil!”  He withdrew his fingers and grabbed the top ropes above Lionel then jumped up and closed his 34” quads around Lionel’s neck, squeezing hard as he leaned back holding onto the ropes.  “Nnngggghhhh!” Lionel grunted as he felt Carlos’ pythons tighten their grip.  Carlos felt his 9” uncut cock starting to swell in his white poser.

Bill wasn’t about to let his brother get KO’d.  He jumped over the top ropes and ran towards Carlos and Lionel.  But Jorge was ready for him.  Luis's uncle jumped over the top ropes and ran towards Bill.  He leapt and sent his right shoulder into Bill’s abs, SPEARING the 42-year black police officer.  WHAM!  “OOOFFF!”  The spear knocked the wind out of Bill.  He was left gasping for air on his back.  Jorge kicked Bill’s obliques and the patrolman was forced onto his smooth 50” pecs.  He jumped onto Officer Bill’s back, threaded his muscled arms through Bill’s armpits.  Jorge’s hands clasped around the officer’s throat.  He yanked up Bill’s head and torso and draped his arms over Jorge’s quads in a well-executed CAMEL CLUTCH.  “Nnnnnggghhhh!” groaned Bill as his back was contorted.  “Gonna fucking snap your back!” Jorge exclaimed as he pulled back on Bill’s body.

Carlos turned from head scissoring Lionel with his quads to see his brother dominating Big Bill at center ring.  He smirked, released his scissors from around Little Li's neck and jumped back into the ring.  Wrapping his arms around Lionel’s waist, he yanked the 250 pound state trooper backwards into the ring.  Lionel tried to take deep breaths but found his body being dragged to center ring near Jorge and Bill.  Within seconds, Carlos had Lionel on his 53” chest and in a Camel Clutch.  He did it so Lionel’s face was inches from his brother’s.  Both Davenports groaned loudly as the Cortez brothers increased the pressure on their victims' backs.  Carlos almost demanded Lionel’s submission but suddenly had an idea.  “Kiss your bro, Puta!” he ordered Lionel.  The state trooper shook his head no but Carlos held him in position and positioned his lips near Bill’s.

TJ couldn’t believe what he was seeing from his corner.  He went over the top ropes and moved towards his father and uncle—aiming to topple both Carlos and Jorge.  Luis saw Tommy Jay enter and knew it was his turn to prevent interference.  He slid between the ropes and ran towards Bill’s son.  Tommy Jay saw Luis coming and halted his advance.  He brought up his hands—a stupid move as it left him unprotected.  Luis accelerated his advance and SLAMMED his knee into TJ’s bulge.  SQUISH!  “AAAGGGHHH!!!” Tommy fell to his knees then crumpled sideways. 

Luis kicked the younger officer onto his back and mounted TJ’s chest until the wet pouch of his white poser almost touched his chin.  “I know what you want, puta!” Luis taunted.  Tommy was awestruck by the sight of the teen bodybuilder’s creamy walnut complexion, sculpted 50” pecs and dark brown nipples.  He found the aroma of Luis’s prior cum load intoxicating.  He felt the back of his head being cupped by Luis and soon his face was pressed into the cum-smeared front of the youthful Latino’s poser.  “Smell a real Alfa, Puta!” commanded Luis as he rubbed the wet fabric over TJ’s nose, cheeks and lips.

Meanwhile, Jorge joined Carlos in demanding that the Davenport brothers kiss each other while being held in Camel Clutches.  Both black officers felt their backs were about to be broken in two.  Lionel was the first to relent.  He leaned an inch forward until his lips met Bill’s.  His brother tried to turn away but Lionel maintained contact.  “Awwww,” taunted Carlos, “the Puta bros are in love!”

The Cortez brothers finally nodded at each other and let go of their victims’ throats.  Both Bill and Lionel FACE-PLANTED on the canvass.  SPLAT!  Jorge stood and immediately began kicking Bill repeated in the side until the officer started rolling towards and under the bottom ropes.  Bill’s body went past the apron and dropped onto the floor.  Luis finally released Tommy’s head.  He looked behind him to see the younger police officer’s bulge pointing skyward.  Oh yes, Tommy Jay wanted Luis.  He wanted him badly.  Luis smirked “What a Polla Puta!”  He stood and dragged TJ by his ankles to the ropes, slid under them, grabbed Tommy’s ankles once more and yanked the officer out of the ring.

Left alone in the ring with Lionel, Carlos stood and double bi-flexed over the black state trooper, revealing his oiled and smooth armpits.  Carlos's 22" biceps were perfectly carved.  Lionel was still on his chest groaning from the Camel Clutch.  When Carlos kicked him onto his back, the first thing he noticed was Lionel’s big package.  Had the kissing turned him on?  His cut 8.5” cock was definitely more than semi-hard.  The cock head was pressing against the Speedo fabric.

Carlos leaned down and grabbed Lionel’s waist.  He pulled the bigger wrestler to his feet then grabbed his right forearm and WHIPPED the trooper towards the Cortez corner, SLAMMING his already injured back into the turnbuckles.  CLANG!  “Ugh!”  As Lionel stumbled out of the corner, he felt his left forearm grabbed and once again he was turned and WHIPPED, this time into the Davenport corner.  CLANG!  “Ugh!”  Bill and TJ had made their way back to their corner on the apron but they could only watch as Carlos once again WHIPPED Lionel into the Cortez corner.  CLANG!  “Ugh!”  This time Lionel fell to his knees.  His back was on fire.  He was on the verge of saying “No more,” but Carlos was hell bent on revenging his son's humiliation following round one.

Luis from one side the ring post and Jorge from the other reached in and grabbed Lionel’s arms, yanking them backwards and holding the state trooper in place.  Carlos peeled down the back of his white poser, revealing his smooth brown bodybuilder butt cheeks.  He turned back towards center ring.  Smirking across the ring at the Davenport father and son duo, Carlos sat his ass crack on Lionel’s face.  Muffled groans “Hmmmph….hmmmph….” filled the ring.  Carlos’s sweaty butt smothered the state trooper.  He tried to move his face away but Carlos kept pressing until his ass cheeks surrounded Lionel’s nose and mouth cutting off his air passages. 

It only took a few seconds before Lionel began yelling into Carlos’ ass a garbled version of “I give!  GIVE!  GIVE!”  Tommy Jay grimaced and reluctantly reached up to pull the ring bell.  DING!  DING!  DING!  “Fuck yeah!” yelled both Jorge and his nephew Luis.  The Davenports had been taken down in round two.  The Cortez brothers and Luis were the alphas in the ring, at least for now. 

Carlos stood back up.  He applied a SIDE HEAD LOCK to Lionel and dragged his muscled black body to the middle of the ring.  As Bill and TJ watched, Carlos let go of the side head lock and shoved Lionel onto his back.  Carlos hadn’t pulled his poser back up.  Facing Lionel’s bulging package, he straddled Lionel’s face and slowly sank into a frog pose.  Then he sat all the way down, FACE-SITTING on the state trooper’s face, to the delighted cheers of Luis and Jorge. 

Carlos reached inside the front of his poser and grabbed the semi-hard shaft of his 9” uncut cock.  He hooked his poser under his smooth balls and began stroking the big dick.  Carlos ordered Lionel to “Lick my sweet culo, Puta!”  At first, Lionel just grunted.  “I said rim my culo, cabron!” Carlos demanded.  Lionel finally submitted and extended his tongue.  He began to lick Carlos’ smooth pucker.  The state trooper’s groans turned to moans as he was dominated in the ring.

Eyeing Little Li’s fat bulge, Carlos smirked “Puta’s all hard."  He leaned forward and with his free hand began batting at Lionel's Speedo-covered pouch.  "Let’s see you cum, cabron!”  Lionel felt his cock starting to throb inside his dark blue Speedo.  As Carlos swatted at his cock head over and over again, he tried to resist the urge to orgasm, but the relentless batting combined with Carlos’s musky scent overwhelmed him.  Soon, he felt his load rising and cock pulsing.  His body began to spasm underneath Carlos’s ass.  Grunting, he spewed his load inside his gear.  “UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!”  The pouch of Lionel’s dark blue Speedo oozed with his cum.  "Puta lost his load!" exclaimed Carlos.  He jerked his thick cock twice more and began shooting ropes of white cum onto Lionel’s ebony abs and the front of his Speedo.  “OHHHHHH FUUUCCCKKK! yelled Carlos.

(To be continued.)