A Second Battle for Top

Wrestling for Top in Big Bill's Basement Gym

Chapter Two

Round One

Bill Davenport raised his arms as well and he and the Latino bodybuilder locked up in a classic collar and elbow in the officer’s basement gym.  The two Alphas grunted hard and tried to twist each other’s bodies.  Suddenly, Bill dropped Luis’s hands and quickly scooped up the 6’1, 200 pound teen.  He held Cortez against his smooth ebony abs as the kid struggled in his grasp.  Then Big Bill dropped Luis’s gut onto his knee in an ATOMIC KNEE DROP.  THUD!  “OOF!”  Luis bounced off Davenport’s knee and fell onto the mats, rolling in agony and holding his stomach.

Cortez ended up on his back.  Davenport grabbed his curly black hair and yanked up his head and upper torso.  He knelt behind the Latino teen and wrapped his right arm around the teen’s throat, applying a REAR NAKED CHOKEHOLD.  “Aaaggghhh!” gasped Cortez.  His hands frantically tried to pry Davenport’s muscled arms free from his throat.  “How’s that feel?” Big Bill sneered and shook the Latino bodybuilder.  The officer slowly began to rise, pulling Luis upwards onto his feet while maintaining his chokehold.

The Latino bodybuilder was struggling to breathe.  But, sensing an escape path, he aimed a MULE KICK backward.  THWACK!  “UGH!”  Davenport’s balls exploded in pain.  He released the chokehold and, eyes watering, fell to his knees behind Cortez holding his wounded nuts.  

Luis spun around and immediately bitch slapped the patrolman’s cheeks.  WHAP!  WHAP!  Then he SLAMMED his right knee into Davenport’s solar plexus.  BOOM!  “UGH!”  The impact SLAMMED Big Bill onto his back.  Luis dove forward and slid up the officer’s smooth ebony 50" chest until he pinned Bill’s shoulders with his knees.  The bulge of his white poser pressed against Davenport’s chin--forcing the policeman to inhale Cortez’s alpha scent and feel the hardness of his shaft.

Luis slapped the wrestling mat.  “ONE!”  Then again.  “TWO!”  But Big Bill twisted violently before Cortez pounded the mat for a third time.  The Latino bodybuilder was thrown off him, rolling towards the edge of the mats.  Bill was on his feet quickly and advanced towards Luis.  He grabbed a fistful of the teen’s curly black hair and yanked his head between the officer’s 34” quads in a STANDING HEAD SCISSORS.  “Nnngghhh!” grunted Luis as Big Bill tightened his vice-like grip around the youth’s neck.

Davenport leaned forward and grabbed the back of Cortez’s waistband.  He pulled down the back of the poser exposing the top half of Luis’s walnut-colored ass cheeks.  He raised his right hand and SPANKED the cocky teen.  "Teach you some respect, punk!" the officer said.  WHAP!  “Aagghh!”  WHAP!  “Aagghh!”  WHAP!  “Aagghh!”  

Bill then reached down and wrapped his arms around Luis’s mid-torso.  In a display of raw strength, the officer hauled Luis’s body upwards until he was seated on Bill’s broad shoulders.  The tenting pouch of Luis’s poser momentarily pressed into Bill’s face again but the big black officer then POWER BOMBED the Latino bodybuilder onto the mat.  BAM!  “UGH!”  Cortez jackknifed upwards reflexively.  He flopped onto his chest then flipped again onto his back.

Davenport reached inside his dark blue Speedo to adjust his hard cock.  He felt some moistness as he did so.  Then he dived forward the length of Luis’s body.  Facing the bulging white poser pouch, his quads surrounded Cortez’s throat and squeezed hard.  “Aaaagggghhhhh!!!” Bill reached back and grabbed the teen’s curly black hair and yanked his face into the officer’s Speedo-covered ass crack.  “Submit, boy!” he demanded as he scissored the Latino bodybuilder.  

With both hands free, Bill formed claws and dug into Cortez’s abs.  “Aaarrgghhhhh!!!” Luis screamed out.  Bill tightened his grip around Luis’s throat and moved his right claw to the teen’s pouch.  He captured the Latino’s balls and TWISTED them hard right and left.  Cortez could barely breathe much less talk.  His hands pawed helplessly at the sides of Bill’s 34” quads.  Then the same hands were frantically tapping the mats.  TAP!  TAP!  TAP! 

But Big Bill didn’t stop scissoring Luis’s throat or twisting his nuts.  “What’s that, boy?  I need a verbal confirmation!” the officer exclaimed.  Cortez wrasped “I give!  I GIVE!  I SUBMIT!”  “I SUBMIT, SIR!” Davenport commanded in a deep voice.  “SIR!  I SUBMIT, SIR!!!”  “Fuck yeah, you do.  That’s what I needed to hear, punk!” Bill said and released his scissors and ball claw.  

Davenport shifted his body backwards so his golden badge pouch covered Luis’s face.  He rubbed his swollen package up, down and across Cortez’s face.  The teen bodybuilder felt the hardness of Big Bill’s 9.5” cut cock, the sticky wetness of the fabric, and the bleach-like aroma of the patrolman’s pre-cum.

After several seconds of pressing his thick manhood against the Latino’s face, Bill rose and strutted around the black mats.  He declared, “One more, boy… Just one more and you’re all mine.”  Luis rolled around on the mats trying to recover.  He was angry at himself for submitting to Davenport but he’d had little choice.  Cortez was determined to do better in round two.  His ass was on the line…literally.  And no one had ever fucked his hole.  No one.

Round Two

After about three minutes, Big Bill said, “Enough rest time, punk.  Get up!”  Luis got onto all fours then slowly rose and faced the 6’4” 235 pound officer.  Davenport grinned and raised his arms for another collar and elbow lock-up.  

Cortez feigned the same but dived low and wrapped his arms around Bill’s quads.  He tackled the officer and immediately surrounded the officer’s abdomen with his 33” quads.  He crossed his ankles locking on the BODY SCISSORS and squeezed hard.  “Nnnggghhh!!!" grunted Davenport.  His hands tried to push away the Latino bodybuilder’s muscled thighs but to no avail.

“How’s that feel, Puta?  You ain’t the only one with powerful pythons,” Cortez taunted.  Bill was struggling to take a deep breath.  Luis’s thick thighs continued to grip his lower torso.  “Let’s go for a ride, Officer Cerdo!” the Latino bodybuilder announced.  In a display of strength, he rolled his body—yanking Davenport’s larger body up and over him.  Cortez’s 11” uncut dick began to swell again in his white poser at the sight of his quads treating Bill Bill like a rag doll.  

Luis grabbed Bill’s right arm in the process and applied a painful ARM BAR.  “Uuugghhh!!!” groaned Davenport.  Luis’s vice-like grip was already taking its toll on the officer who had begun gasping for air.  Then, Cortez twisted and rolled his body once more, lifting and depositing Big Bill’s frame on his opposite side.  All the while he maintained the scissors.  “SUBMIT, PUTA!” demanded Cortez, “Admit you’re nothing but my Bitch!”  “Fuck you!” Big Bill grunted, but the teen bodybuilder rolled for a third time and dragged Bill up and over him.

Luis’s quads crushed Bill even harder.  Davenport tried to hold on, but his strength was ebbing.  Cortez’s body scissors was more powerful than he’d imagined.  He could see the bulging quad muscles across his ebony torso.  

The teen had Bill on his left side.  He let go of the officer’s right arm but immediately grabbed his right wrist with his left hand and pulled the arm across Davenport’s throat choking him.  As the officer started to wheeze, Cortez’s free right hand drifted across Bill’s obliques and downward.  It encircled the golden badge pouch and applied a BALL CLAW to his manhood.

“Ok, OK!,” Bill shouted immediately, “I give!  I GIVE!!!”  Cortez exclaimed “Fucking Puta.  You’ll be my Bitch soon!”  He released his ball claw, body scissors, and Davenport’s right arm.  As the officer settled onto his back, Luis rose up and placed his knee across Bill’s throat.  He raised his muscled arms in victory above the defeated officer. 

Davenport stared upwards at Luis’s light dusting of black pit hair.  He couldn’t believe the kid had defeated him so easily in the second round.  He could see Cortez’s poser jutting outward.  Luis was all horned up.

“I’ll give my Bitch a few minutes, but then we’re finishing this.  Like you said, mano-y-mano, except we both know it’s mano-y-puta.  He dropped his pose and reached inside his poser to feel his huge rod.  “Fuck yeah,” he said, “I’m so ready to fuck your tight hole again, Cabron!”

(To be continued.)