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

Round Three

Who's the Papi and Who's the Puta?

Officer Bill Davenport loomed above Luis Cortez’s bodybuilder body.  The Latino teen was on his knees with his arms tied into the top and middle ropes.  Bill cupped the pouch of his Speedo, feeling his hardening shaft.  His beat down of the Punk had him and his 9.5” cut cock worked up.  “Grrrrrrrrrr,” he growled thinking of sinking his big cock in the Latino’s creamy walnut ass.

Little Li on the apron saw them coming, but Big Bill, facing Luis in the ropes, did not.  Carlos and Jorge jumped in the ring and ran towards the opposite ropes.  Before he could react, Officer Bill felt his back explode from Carlos’s DOUBLE AXE HANDLE.  “UGH!”  The blow forced him forward and onto the top rope with his head and upper torso folded over it and hanging outside the ring. 

Jorge had flown past both men—soaring over the top rope with a CLOTHESLINE aimed at Lionel’s throat.  WHAM!  All 6’4” and 250 pounds of Little Li crashed backwards off the apron onto the padded floor.  Jorge landed softly, right on top of the Davenports’ duffel bags.  As he stood, something metallic caught his eye in the unzipped bags.

Carlos didn’t waste any time.  Standing behind Big Bill’s Speedo-covered ass, he SLAMMED his right foot between the officer’s legs and up into his balls.  WHUMP!  “Uuuggghhh!” Bill exclaimed.  Carlos quickly unhooked a recovering Luis then turned back to the black police officer who was still folded over the top rope.  He grabbed the rope then yanked hard, sending Bill hurdling backwards into the ring on his back. 

Luis got to him right away jumping up in the air and landing a huge LEG DROP across his 50” ebony pecs.  THUD!  “Ugh!”  Bill started to jackknife upwards but Carlos was right there with his own LEG DROP, this one landing on Bill’s six-pack abs.  THUD!  “Ooooofffffff!” 

Once again, father and son gave Bill no time to recover.  Luis crooked his right elbow and dropped it across the officer’s throat.  BAM!  And Carlos copied his son’s maneuver seconds later.  BAM!  Bill groaned as he was manhandled.

Carlos and Luis grabbed hold of Bill’s dark blue boots and dragged him to their side of the ring.  They forced him to his knees and tied his muscled arms into the top and middle ropes, putting him in the same position Luis had occupied moments earlier.  The teen bodybuilder jumped over the top rope and down onto the floor area right behind Bill’s Speedo-covered ass.  He reached between the middle and bottom ropes and grabbed the back of Bill’s gear, peeling it downwards and exposing the smooth caramel-colored ass. 

With this hot view, Luis felt his 11” monster cock beginning to harden.  He snaked his right hand between Bill’s legs until he found the officer’s balls.  He formed a claw around the big brown nuts and yanked, twisted and squeezed.  “Aaaarrrgggghhhhh!!!” screamed Big Bill.  At the same time, Carlos’s left hand pulled the front of Bill’s Speedo forwards, momentarily exposing the officer’s semi-hard 9.5” cock and trimmed black pubes, then SLAMMED his right fist into Bill’s abs.  POW!  “Ooooffff!” 

As Luis maintained his BALL CLAW, he demanded “Submit!  Say it, Puta!”  But Bill shook his head no.  Carlos said “Wrong decision!” and yanked Bill’s Speedo forward once more before sending his fist into Bill’s guts.  POW!  “Oooffff!

Lionel and Tommy Jay had seen enough.  Simultaneously, they stepped over the top rope on the opposite side of the ring.  Before they had taken one step forward, however, they heard two metal clicks.  Turning, they saw that their wrists were attached to separate police handcuffs.  Grinning mischievously on the apron, Jorge quickly snapped the other end of the cuffs to the middle ropes. 

“What the fuck!” Little Li demanded.  “Yeah,” chimed in TJ lamely.  Jorge bounded over the top rope and forced both men to their knees before tying their cuffed and free arms into the top and middle ropes.  “Fucker!” Lionel yelled as Jorge stood back to admire his handiwork.  “Normal rules!” he said with a wink then marched over to the other side of the ring where Bill’s gut and balls were still being abused.  He slid under the bottom rope and said to Luis “Mind if I do, sobrino?”  “Be my guest Tio Jorge!” replied the teen bodybuilder.

Jorge reached between Bill’s legs and found his big brown balls.  After capturing them, he pulled them backwards through Bill’s legs.  “Aaaagggghhhhh!” hollered Bill as he felt his manhood almost ripped from his body.  Carlos SLAMMED his fist once more into Bill’s abs.  POW!  “Ooofffff!”

After several seconds more of ball torture, Jorge ceded the area to Luis.  This time, the Latino muscle hunk grabbed the back of Bill’s waistband and pulled hard on his Speedo, yanking Bill out of the ropes.  As the Speedos were yanked halfway down Bill’s hamstrings, the upper half of the officer’s body was dragged under the bottom rope.  Now his head and chest lay face up on the apron.  Luis took aim, crooked his elbow and slammed it into Bill’s throat.  WHUMP!  Jorge followed with another punishing elbow shot to his throat.

Luis grabbed Bill’s head and pulled it downwards towards the padded floor.  Only his upper body remained partially in the ring and on the apron.  He would have slid off entirely except that Carlos held onto his boots in the ring.  Luis raised his 33” right quad and wrapped it around Bill’s neck as his head dangled downwards.  After applying his FIGURE FOUR NECK LOCK, the teen bodybuilder reached for Bill’s Speedo.  The front had been pulled down to the base of Bill’s cock exposing his pubes.  Sliding his hand into the waistband, Luis again found the officer’s balls and began clawing, twisting and squeezing them.  “Puta, give up!” he ordered as Bill’s body hung off the apron.

Still, Bill would not give up, despite having difficulty breathing and the agony of having his balls tortured.  Carlos said “Let me help the Puta back into the ring!”  Sensing Carlos’s sarcastic tone, Luis let go of the officer’s neck and balls.  Pulling on Bill’s boots, Carlos dragged his 6’4” 235 pound frame under the bottom rope until only Bill’s head remained on the apron.  He then raised Bill’s legs high before falling backwards.  The move catapulted Bill’s head and upper torso upwards.  His throat SLAMMED into the bottom rope!  “Aaaggghhhhh!”

Snorting, Carlos stood with Bill’s ankles in each hand and dragged the police officer on his back to center ring.  He straddled Bill’s obliques and went into a double bi-flex pose.  Bill looked up, but he was plainly dazed and confused.  As Carlos stepped back, Bill pulled up his Speedo so it again covered his ass cheeks.  He then struggled to get on all fours.  He found himself at eye level with the bodybuilder’s white poser.  Carlos’s 9” uncut cock had clearly swelled up.  Bill placed his right hand on Carlos’s left quad then his left hand on Carlos’s right hip.  He then placed his right hand on Carlos’s lower abs as the bodybuilder snickered.  “Puta, doing the crawl of shame!” he taunted.  

Finally, Bill stood up facing Carlos and leaning ever so lightly into him for support.  His back was to the Cortez side of the ring.  He could see his fraternal twin and son handcuffed to the opposite ropes.  Their eyes bulged open just as Officer Bill felt a body jump on his back and wrap their arms around his neck and throat.  “Puta!” yelled Luis as he began to sleeper the officer. 

“Nnnggghhhh!” Bill grunted.  His arms flailed wildly.  Worn down by several minutes of physical abuse and humiliation, Bill didn’t have the presence of mind to try to walk backwards into the corner turnbuckles to shake Luis off of him.  

His arms tried to pry off Luis’s arms but the teen bodybuilder had locked in his sleeper.  Carlos and Jorge stood back--admiring how Luis was dominating the much larger man.  Luis demanded “Puta, who’s your Papi now?”  Bill just groaned and gasped in the sleeper.  He started to feel dizzy and fell to one knee with the Latino muscle stud still on his back.  Then he fell to a second knee.  His arms gave up trying to pry off Luis’s arms.  They fell uselessly to his side. 

“Who’s your Papi?” Luis demanded once more.  Bill didn’t reply.  He tried to shake his head no.  Luis tightened his grip once more.  Then wheezing and gasping, Bill muttered “You…you’re my Papi."  "And," Luis ordered, "Who's a Puta?"  There was a pause, then Bill wheezed "I’m…I’m your Puta.”

Luis yelled “Fuck yeah!" and cinched the sleeper even tighter.  Officer Bill’s hard muscled body went limp and Luis let him fold onto his side asleep.  With Carlos and Jorge counting, Luis lifted Bill’s left hand three times.  Each time it fell to the mat.  PLOP!  PLOP!  PLOP! 

Jorge ran over to the Davenport corner, reached up and pulled the ring bell.  DING!  DING!  DING!

(To be continued.)