A Second Battle for Top

Officer Bill Davenport v. Luis the Latino Bodybuilder Cortez

Author’s Note: My story last year about the Cortez family tag team wrestling the Davenport family tag team ended with the cocky 18-year old Latino bodybuilder Luis, putting Officer Bill Davenport to sleep. What followed was a wild “stakes” in which Big Bill was spit-roasted. Luis drilled the officer with his 11” uncut cock at center ring while his father, Carlos, face fucked Davenport. Big Bill’s twin Lionel lay underneath the officer and suctioned in his brother’s 9.5” cut cock. Luis’s Uncle Jorge had pounded Bill’s son, Tommy Jay, in the same ring. Read that story here.

This story is the sequel to that tag team match….

Chapter One

One week later….

Late at night, Luis Cortez was driving his Ford truck down South Street on his way home after a weightlifting session and casual dinner with his Dad Carlos and Uncle Jorge. He had worked up a thick coat of sweat over his ripped physique and was still wearing his black tank top and gray gym shorts.

Luis, his dad and uncle had celebrated their victory over the Davenport tag team and the memorable “stakes” they had enjoyed. Luis was cockier than ever, claiming he could have beaten the Davenports by himself. “A 3 on 1, hijo?” Carlos had arched his right brow, “You might end up destroyed and getting fucked hard.” “No way,” Luis said, “Tommy Jay and Little Li are Polla Puta bottoms. Bill became my Puta. I’m in his head now. They wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Luis smiled to himself as he remembered his own words. He felt his 11” uncut cock beginning to grow in his gym shorts. Bill’s hole had been so tight. He would love another chance to fuck the 6’4” 235 pound black muscle hunk.

Lost in his thoughts, the teen bodybuilder was startled when suddenly a loud siren sounded and blue and red lights flashed behind his truck. “What the fuck?” he said out loud. He hadn’t been speeding and wasn’t drunk.

Luis pulled over to the right side of the road. The police vehicle parked right behind his truck. The driver side door opened, and a large police officer in a dark blue uniform emerged. It was dark and Luis couldn’t make out the man in his rear view mirror. The officer came up along side the truck with a flashlight until he was next to Luis’s door. He made a motion for Luis to roll down his window. The teen bodybuilder hit the button and the window lowered.

The officer leaned down and shone his flashlight into Luis’s eyes. Cortez was blinded by the light. “Good evening….Bitch,” a deep voice said. Luis immediately recognized the voice of Officer Bill Davenport. He pulled out his mobile phone and typed a quick text to his Dad Carlos.

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As Officer Bill drove, his eyes glanced up at his rear view mirror. He saw the worried eyes of the Latino teen. “Not so cocky now, are you punk?” Davenport sneered. “Where the fuck are you taking me?” Luis asked, “The police station is the opposite way.” Big Bill chuckled, “You’ll see soon, Bitch. I’ve got plans for you.” “Puta,” grumbled Luis. “Show some respect punk,” Bill snapped.

As he sat in the back seat of the patrol car, Luis’s hands were cuffed behind his back. Worry and anger had replaced his cockiness. Bill looked up again at his rear view mirror, “We’re gonna find out how well you can wrestle without your Daddy and Uncle there to protect your ass. We’re doing this, just you and me.”

“I beat and fucked your ass, fair and square,” the Latino bodybuilder said. “Yeah, right,” Davenport responded front seat, “Like when you and your Dad double-teamed me while my son TJ and bro Lionel were cuffed to the ropes?” “It’s not like your family played by the rules, Cerdo,” Luis said. “There you go again punk,” Bill said, “Tonight you’ll find out who your Alpha is. You’ll be submitting to me over and over again, then begging for my 9.5” cut cock.” The officer’s bulge began to expand as he thought of the Latino bodybuilder’s creamy walnut skin and the teen’s lips wrapped around Davenport’s big dick.

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Big Bill parked his police vehicle at the curb in front of his house. He opened the passenger door and hauled out Luis in cuffs. Holding his arms, the officer pushed the reluctant 18-year old up the front steps towards his door. As they approached, the door opened and Bill’s son, Tommy Jay, appeared. He was 6’3” and weighed 220 pounds. He was dressed only in a tight fitting black body shirt and a black jock strap containing his 8” cut cock. He snickered at the Latino bodybuilder, “Look who’s the Puta now.” “Fuck you!” Luis muttered as the two came face to face. TJ leaned forward and placed his palm against the front of the Latino’s gym shorts. He could feel the 11” cock and balls underneath. “Tell your cock whore of a son to knock it off!” Luis exclaimed.

“Tommy Jay knows this is between us. He’ll stay out of it….well, he will, until ‘stakes’ at least,” chuckled Officer Bill as he shoved the Latino bodybuilder forward and past his smirking son. Bill moved Luis towards his stairs leading to his basement. He ushered the kid down the steps into a gym room.

As the basement came into view, the Latino teen could see black wrestling mats laid out in the center of the room. On one side of the room was a weight machine and rows of dumbbells with five to 80 pound weights. A flat bench was beside the machine. On the other side of the room was a queen size bed with a blue comforter on top.

The officer pushed Luis onto the bed face first. He took out a key and unlocked the cuffs, freeing the teen’s hands. Throwing the cuffs onto the mattress, Davenport twisted Luis onto his back then took a few steps backwards. Tommy Jay appeared at the entrance to the gym. He rubbed his jock-covered bulge. “Not now, TJ!” barked Bill. His son sneered but turned and slowly went back up the stairs.

As Luis stared upwards from the bed, 6’4” 235 pound Bill Davenport began to strip out of his tight fitting dark blue police uniform. He removed his shirt slowly, exposing his 50” smooth pecs with large dark nipples and 22” biceps. His muscled torso tapered down to a 33” waist. Bill then kicked off his shoes and unzipped his pants. He peeled them down his 34” quads—revealing a dark blue Speedo with a golden badge on his pouch. Luis had seen that Speedo in their first match.

Bill’s cropped black pubic hair peeked above the waistband of the pouch. His 9.5” dick appeared to be semi-hard and stiffening. The mushroom head pressed into the golden badge portion of the fabric. Bill grinned and double bi-flexed down at Luis showing his trimmed black armpit hair. “Gonna teach you to respect and submit to a real man,” he said while admiring his ceps’ peaks.

Luis gazed upwards—transfixed by the sight of the black police officer’s sculpted physique and growing package. He felt his 11” uncut cock twitch inside his gray gym shorts. He was shorter than the officer at 6’1” and weighed 200 pounds. But his award-winning bodybuilder body was impressive. He also had a smooth 50” chest with biceps measuring 20”. He had a cut eight pack, 32” waist and 33” quads. Cortez had curly black hair on top, fades on both sides and the back of his head, and gray blue eyes. As he stared, Luis's right hand drifted to his waistband and snaked down into his shorts and poser. He began to stroke his big cock as he continued to stare at Big Bill’s muscled physique. “Like what you see, boy?” Bill asked as he turned sideways and transitioned from a double bi-flex to a tricep pose, showing off his perfect horseshoe.

Reassuming his cocky attitude, the Latino bodybuilder flashed a churlish grin, “Puta, you ain’t shit compared to my defined body and muscles.” Sitting up on the side of the bed, Luis pulled his black tank top off exposing a light dusting of black pit hair. Standing, he flexed his 50” pecs, making them bounce just inches from Davenport. Slowly, he peeled down his gray gym shorts. He was wearing a tiny white poser, which barely contained his big cock and balls. Cortez took off his running shoes and socks and stood up before Bill.

Looking upwards, Luis smirked and went into a double bi-flex of his own. Big Bill’s eyes widened as he saw the popping veins along the ridges of the Latino bodybuilder’s bulging ceps. The Latino teen thought he saw Bill’s cock pulse in his dark blue Speedo. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, Puta, you love my cock,” he snorted, “And my pits? You want to slobber all over them, don’t you?”

Bill Davenport had seen and heard enough. “You still don’t get it, do you punk. We’re gonna settle this. You and me. Mano-y-mano. Tonight. You’ll submit to me as your Alpha Dog and and then I’m going to own your Jobber Bitch hole.” “Yeah, yeah, Puta,” Luis said, “We both know what you want.” “We’re gonna wrestle for top, right here,” the officer said, “Best two out of three—pin, submission or KO—followed by ‘stakes’. You man enough for that, Bitch?” “Oh fuck yes, I am,” Luis said confidently, “Gonna destroy your Puta ass before pummeling it again.”

Bill placed his hands on Luis’s pecs and roughly shoved him backwards. “Let’s see what ya got, asshole.” Davenport stepped onto the mats and beckoned the teen forward. Luis shook his shoulders, shrugging off Bill’s shove. He walked forward, keeping his gaze on the muscled black officer. The teen brought up his muscled arms, offering to lock up with Big Bill. He winked, “I didn’t shower after my workout. My alfa scent will be all over you. Gonna mark you with it.”

(To be continued.)

by sexyalphawrestler

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