Alexander "Alex" Ulrich: Going for the Gold
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Author's Note: This is the second in nine chapters of a collaborative story between The Face and me. Hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 2
Birth of The Enslaver
Tri-State Wrestling Fed promoter Dandy Dawson stared at the email for the fourth time. It had arrived in his inbox with attached photos. The email was from a collegiate wrestler, some kid by the name of Wyle Connors. He claimed to have wrestled at the USA Olympic trials in the 86kg weight class. He had lost, in the waning seconds of the match, to his arch-rival, a cocky kid named Alexander “Alex” Ulrich. Alex was headed to the Olympics where he would vie for a gold medal while the runner-up Wyle was sent packing. Connors described Alex’s homophobic behavior—how he loved to dominate and humiliate Wyle both on and off the wrestling mats. He went into detail about Alex stealing his girlfriend Jess. The kid was now appealing to Dawson. He wanted a meeting to discuss an idea Wyle had for avenging his humiliation—especially the most recent incident where Ulrich and two buddies had gut punched a naked Connors in the shower room until he came and was forced to lick up his release before being choked out. He had been left prostrate on the shower room floor.
Dawson couldn’t take his eyes off the photos. They showed Ulrich in a variety of bodybuilding poses wearing skimpy Speedos. The guy exuded a sly cockiness but was also fucking gorgeous. His curly brown hair and blue eyes made Dandy swoon a bit. He had an irreverent, almost evil grin. His smooth pecs were perfectly formed with smallish brown nipples. There was a shock of curly brown hair in his pits but otherwise his body was hairless. There were no naked pics so Dandy couldn’t tell if he shaved his pubes. The guy had an average bulge suggesting he wasn’t packing the biggest cock and balls but maybe he was a grower and not a shower. A few photos were of Alex in nothing but a white jock strap. Ulrich’s bubble butt was possibly the sexiest Dawson had ever seen. Those ass cheeks brought the promoter’s 7.5” cut dick to full attention. The thought of owning that ass—pounding it into submission while Alex cried out—made Dawson audibly moan.
Oh, he’d give Connors a meeting alright.
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Connors couldn’t believe the promoter had responded to his email. He had sent it as a desperate flyer of sorts. Wyle knew all about the Tri-State Wrestling Fed. He had been to several matches in person and regularly streamed the Fed’s videos, including the latest one where a massive Alpha Male named Brutus had dominated and humiliated a ruthless heel by the name of Tino Gavras aka OrangeMuscle. Dawson had joined Brutus in turning Gavras into a beta bitch. Connors had cum multiple times to that video. He knew Dawson was an expert in transforming the Alphas who ruled the Fed rings into his personal bitches.
And that was the core of his idea about Alex Ulrich. He would somehow get Dawson to hatch a plan to make Alex a bitch and, better yet, give up his spot on the Olympic team. The “how” of that plan was a mystery to Connors but he was confident the cunning Dawson might have some ideas of his own. Worse case, maybe Dandy would give Connors a shot at wrestling in the Fed. He was pretty sure he could hold his own against many of the would-be Alpha Male wrestlers. Wyle had a ton of technical skill that would stand him in good stead with big bodybuilder types who were strong but piss poor wrestlers. He had seen many smaller wrestlers take out big muscle studs with nothing more than a wicked arm bar. But Wyle’s first goal was to destroy Alex Ulrich and go for the gold himself.
The elevator to Dandy Dawson’s mid-town Manhattan office rose quickly to the 34th floor. It opened into a lobby that featured framed photos of many of the TSW’s biggest stars, including BlackAlpha, VinnyMuscleStallion, the AsianMuscleGod, Daddy Dom Sal, and RedDante. There was no receptionist at the front desk but behind it Connors could see a door partially ajar and, in the distance, an extra large TV screen. As he approached, Connors could hear sounds and see that a video was playing on the screen. It wasn’t just any video. It was the scene of OrangeMuscle being dominated and humiliated by Brutus and Dawson. Wyle paused at the entrance to Dawson’s office. He was mesmerized by the sight of Brutus stuffing his monster 12” cock into Gavras’s mouth and throat while the new Champ was restrained on his back on a metal bench with his arms and uplifted legs stretched wide.
Connors felt his own 8” cock hardening underneath his tight gray sweatpants. As he adjusted it, he heard a voice from inside the office, “That you, Mr. Connors?” Wyle was caught off guard but immediately said “Yes…Mr….Mr. Dawson?” “Come in boy!” exclaimed the silver-haired TSWF promoter. Through a well-placed camera outside his office, Dandy had had been able to watch Wyle straightening his stiffening cock. The promoter thought to himself, “This is going to be like shooting fish in a barrel.” He muted but didn’t turn off the video. He smiled a wide grin as Wyle’s muscled frame came into view. He was immediately impressed by Connors’ tight black tank top, which accentuated an impressive set of pecs and biceps. And Wyle’s handsome face with black hair and hazel green eyes was sexy as fuck. He would enjoy working with this muscle boy.
The promoter could see a more than decent bulge straining at the front of Wyle’s sweatpants. He had deliberately left on the video of Gavras getting face-fucked. Not that he was surprised, but Connors’ hard-on was all Dandy needed to know about the wrestler’s sexuality. The kid had mentioned Alex having stolen his girlfriend. But he was at least bisexual. “Hey stud,” the promoter said, as Connors entered his office. “We have lots to discuss, don’t we?” Dawson paused the video just as it showed him trading places with Brutus and ramming his own cock down OrangeMuscle’s throat. He motioned Wyle to the chair opposite his desk.
Dawson began “I read your email with interest. And those pics? Wow, I got hard as soon as I saw his amazing bubble butt. So fuckable!” Connors grinned as he sat down, saying “First, I want to say it’s an honor, sir, to meet you.” Dawson waved off the compliment, “Likewise, I can see why you’re a great wrestler. You’ve got the perfect physique for the sport. But tell me. How can I help you avenge your awful humiliation at the hands of Alexander Ulrich? By the way, the name Alexander means ‘defender of mankind’—maybe after Alexander the Great—and Ulrich means ‘rich and powerful’. Based on his names alone, it comes as no surprise that Alex is a natural born alpha heel.”
Connors took in a deep breath and began to talk. Over the next half hour, he told Dawson about his inability to defeat Alex and his many humiliations at Ulrich’s hands. He spared no details including the taunting of him as a bitch by his former girlfriend Jess. When he had finished, Dawson nodded and asked “And your idea? You mentioned you had one.” “Yes, Mr. Dawson, I was thinking….maybe, somehow,” Connors paused but then launched into what had been occupying his mind, “You could persuade Alex to wrestle in the TSWF. Against….me. But he wouldn’t know it was me. I’d be masked or somehow disguised. And you’d get him to agree, somehow, that if he lost, he’d bow out of the Olympics and I’d get his spot in the 86kg weight class.” Wyle caught his breath and added “And I’d get to fuck him in post-match stakes.”
Dawson looked puzzled. “But Wyle, you told me Alex is straight. What possible reason would he have to wrestle in my Fed?” It was Wyle’s turn to nod. “I know, I know,” he replied, “That’s the part I can’t figure out but you seem, well, a little devious at times.” Dawson smiled at the compliment and listened as Connors went on “I figured you might have an idea or two? Oh, and I forgot to tell you that Alex, when he forced me to cum in the shower room, he…he got hard dominating me.” The wheels in Dawson’s brain were spinning. He wanted to come up with that idea or two. That Alex’s cock had gotten hard was a promising sign. He wanted to own Alex Ulrich’s bubble butt, possibly on a permanent basis. He wouldn’t share that carnal desire with Connors yet.
“Hmmmmmmmm,” the promoter mused. He raised his arms behind his desk and leaned backwards in his chair. “Do you have any photos of Alex wrestling?” “Sure, I have tons. Both from his college matches and some underground wrestling matches. He’s modeled on the side and that got him connected with some of the underground wrestling companies.” Dawson looked quizzical, “Underground wrestling, you say? Has he done any matches in the nude. Any with ‘stakes,’” “Oh no, God no. He’d never do that. But I guess some of the matches are what you might call homoerotic.” “I see,” murmured Dawson, “Isn’t he concerned about his reputation? The Olympics?” “He does it all on the DL,” Wyle replied, “Under a different name, something like BadAssBobby, and he wears a mask to conceal his true identity.” Dawson chuckled, “I doubt he can conceal those luscious white ass cheeks.” Connors nodded his agreement. The promoter continued “Send me some links to his underground matches. I might have an idea how to…exploit them, so to speak.…”
Dawson changed topics, “Ok, Mr. Connors, from what I can see you're a ripped young man. But I need to get an even better sense of you…physically. Can you stand up and peel off your tank top and pants?” Wyle was taken aback for a second but he understood Dawson’s request and rose. Pulling off his tank first, he bared his smooth 50” chest and washboard abs with the black haired treasure trail winding south of his belly button. Dawson mouthed “woof!” as he took in the muscle stud’s body. He nodded towards Wyle’s crotch and Connors immediately began untying the draw string of his sweatpants. He pulled the pants down and off, leaving only a prominent bulge in tight light blue briefs. “Nice,” Dandy remarked as he stood, and Connors could see the promoter’s fat package.
“Stand over here in front of the TV screen,” Dandy said, adding “And peel off those briefs.” Connors moved over to the huge screen. Slowly, he pulled down his briefs exposing his cropped black pubes. His 8” cut cock sprung up. It had become semi-hard, which was maybe a reaction to Dandy’s bulge. “You’re a real muscle hunk, and look at that huge vein running along the top of your cock. Very sexy, boy,” Dawson observed appreciably.
The promoter hit the “on” button on the TV remote, and the video, by the overhead camera, showed Brutus moving around to Tino Gavras’s virgin hole while the TSWF promoter shoved his perfectly shaped 7.5” cut cock down OrangeMuscle’s throat. The scene made Connors’ cock instantly harder. It now sat bolt upright. “Flex for me,” Dawson whispered into Wyle’s right ear. Connors raised his arms and went into a double bicep flex, exposing his smooth armpits. “Hot!” said the promoter, adding “Show me your lat spread!” Connors moved his hands to his hips and arched his back, spreading his lats. “Fuck that’s sexy!” exclaimed the TSWF boss. The video and posing made Wyle’s steel blade start to throb. Connors was watching intently the part of the video when Brutus slammed his 12” cock even farther into Gavras’s hole, hitting his “second” one, the sigmoid colon, with a different set of nerve endings. “Fuuuuucccckkkk!” moaned Connors as he watched the screen.
“That’s a good boy, you’re so fucking turned on, aren’t you?” observed the promoter. He had fished out his own cut cock and was slowly stroking it. “The question is, ‘what’s turning you on?’” Dawson mused, “Is it the idea of you splayed out in the same position as Gavras and Alex Ulrich fucking you as brutally as Brutus is doing?” The video showed the 6’7” 280 pound Brutus pummeling OrangeMuscle’s holes and his big hairy balls slapping against Tino’s ass cheeks. The would-be heel Gavras was grunting hard around Dawson’s cock each time his holes were pounded. WHAP! "UH!" WHAP! "UH!" WHAP! "UH!" WHAP! "UH!" WHAP! "UH!" WHAP! "UH!" WHAP! "UH!" WHAP! "UH!" “Now, flex your triceps for me, boy!” ordered Dawson. Wyle turned sideways and straightened his right arm flexing his tricep, creating that distinctive horseshoe shape in the muscle. Mesmerized by the video, Wyle’s cock was vibrating.
“Or,” Dandy continued, “Are you imagining yourself in Brutus’s position—pounding Alex Ulrich’s delectable ass as he begs to be fucked?” That did it. Wyle Connors dropped his pose, grabbed his hard cock and turned to face Dawson. With a determined look, he jerked it fast and within seconds shot five ropes of thick cum onto Dandy’s cut cock and balls. “UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” Then, inexplicably, he fell to his knees in front of Dawson who wasted no time in ramming his cum-covered manhood into Wyle’s mouth. He cupped the back of Connors’ head and skull-fucked the young man. “Fuck yes!” shouted the promoter, “Take my cock, bitch. All of it, you cock whore! Taste your own cum! Here comes Daddy Dawson’s big load!” The promoter grunted loudly and his body convulsed as his pulsing cock flooded hot cum down Connors’ throat.
After Dawson had come down from his climax, he pulled out of Wyle’s mouth but rubbed his semi-hard cock on Connors’ cheeks. Wyle stared upwards with his hazel green eyes—with a look that was submissive and racked with desire. He’d gladly get on all fours for Dawson if the promoter wanted to pound his hole. “I know what you’re thinking, boy,” observed Dandy, “And that’s the problem. You’ve got this pent-up anger from years of humiliation at Ulrich’s hands. You have so much rage that you frequently fantasize about dominating and brutally fucking Alex. You came as soon as I put that thought in your mind. And you shot your load on my cock as if I was Alex Ulrich and needed to be marked as your bitch. But your rage frightens you. To resolve the psychic conflict, you ran the other way—submitting yourself to me, to be face fucked. To take my big Daddy load. I bet you’d let me ram your hole right now, wouldn’t you?”
Wyle bowed his head. He was naked psychologically as much as he was physically. Observing Connors’ vulnerability, Dawson struck a reassuring tone. He said, “Wyle, you need to accept your rage and embrace it—along with your fantasy of acting it out on Ulrich. If you don’t, the Alexes of the world will be topping you for the rest of your life. If you embrace your rage, you’ll destroy Alex Ulrich and any other alpha heels like him who thrive on humiliation.” To himself, Dawson thought, and if you do that for me, Alex will be mine.
Connors slowly nodded and stood back up. He asked “But how? How do I embrace my rage?” “It won’t be easy,” replied the promoter, “But with my help—and Brutus the Beast’s—you shall learn to do so. It starts with a new identity. Meet us at Daddy Dom Sal’s Bay Ridge gym tomorrow afternoon. We’ll begin your training. We’ll transform you into…The Enslaver!”
(To be continued.)