Alexander "Alex" Ulrich: Going for the Gold

Author's Note:  This is the fourth of nine chapters of a story by The Face and me.  Again, it's been fun to collaborate with such a creative writer and reader on a subject that, well, excites us both!

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Chapter 4

Becoming The Enslaver

“Okay, Vinny, thanks for doing this,” said Dandy Dawson, as he patted the olive-skinned Italian Stallion on his bare shoulder.  “No problem,” VinnyMuscleStallion responded, “I just hope your new jobber is ready to be humiliated and fucked senseless.”  The TSWF promoter grinned, “Well, we’ve been training him hard for two weeks.  Brutus primarily runs the show.  We’ve coached him to embrace his brutal desires and to act upon them in the ring, without mercy.”  “Hmmph…two weeks ain’t a lot of time to turn a jobber into a heel,” Vinny smugly replied, “How’s it been going?”

Dawson winced, thinking back to the first training session in the ring at Daddy Dom Sal’s gym.  He and Brutus had decided forcibly knocking down Connors until he hit “Beta Bitch Bottom” at the very start was perhaps the most effective and expedient way to transform him into an out-and-out sadistic, alpha male heel, capable of destroying Alex Ulrich in the planned cage match.  He would then publicly fuck Ulrich’s creamy virgin ass, before delivering the demolished golden muscle stud to Dawson for permanent enslavement. 

Thus, the first training session had featured Connors—wearing only a tight black Speedo and black mask—relentlessly thrown around the ring by the Brazilian Brutus—treating him like a rag doll while being subjected to one torturous submission hold after another.  And Wyle was far from a twink.  He was the number two collegiate wrestler in the 86kg weight class, standing at 6’1” and weighing 210 pounds.  He had short black hair and hazel green eyes.  His smooth torso boasted of a 50” chest.  He had defined 20” ceps, a 33” waist and 33” quads.  But he was no match for the Brazilian Behemoth.  Brutus was 6’7” and weighed 280 pounds.  His pecs clocked in at 55”; his biceps were pythons at 24”.  He was the hairiest wrestler in the Tri-State Wrestling Fed.  His upper and lower torsos were covered in black hair.  His massive uncut cock measured 12” and could penetrate not only another man’s outer and inner rings but also their sigmoid colon, the so-called “second hole.”  

That first session had begun with Brutus slamming his black boot into Connors’ package.   As he fell to his knees, holding his wounded nuts, the Brazilian Giant had gouged his eyes then flattened the collegiate wrestler with a double axe handle.  Within seconds, Wyle’s body was dragged to the corner and strung upside down in a tree of woe, with his calves hooked over the top ropes on both sides of the ring post.  Brutus then knelt, straddling Wyle’s head and squeezing tight with his 35” quads.  As Connors writhed, the Brazilian slid his hand inside Connors’ Speedo pouch, gripped his smooth balls and twisted them hard.  Wyle screamed and almost immediately started yelling out his submission, but Brutus refused to accept it.  “Fucking pussy,” he barked, “And you’re not going to accept Alex’s submissions either!”

Brutus finally backed off on the cock and ball torture, but pulled his 12” semi-hard cock out of his own black Speedo and slapped Connors’ face repeatedly, humiliating the kid and frightening him at the same time.  The purple head protruded from the foreskin.  From there, things went from bad to worse for poor Wyle Connors.  He was cruelly put in a succession of dominating moves, including a Camel Clutch, Boston Crab, Torture Rack, Hangman, Suspended Surfboard and Full Nelson.  Each time, Brutus applied maximum pressure and Wyle screamed his submissions “I…I…I GIVVVEEE!” but the Brazilian Brute just laughed and ignored his tears.

Finally, after an hour of unrelenting punishment, Connors found himself back in a tree of woe.  This time he was buck naked as was Brutus.  The Brazilian again straddled his head and began to jerk off.  His 12” cock grew hard as a rock.  Connors stared upwards at the massive log, knowing he was about to be painted with cum.  Brutus had a kink, which was cumming while he was impaled on another man’s cock.  He leaned forward and swallowed Connors’ 8” cock whole.  Within seconds, the ring room filled with grunting sounds “UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!” as Brutus’s body rocked with orgasmic shivers.  His big cock shot a huge load into Wyle’s eyes, nose, mouth and neck.  Wyle’s release of hot cum down Brutus’s throat rapidly followed as his balls were drained by the Brazilian Beast.

In the second session, Brutus acted as Connors’ instructor.  The two hot men had bonded as a result of the brutally abusive first session.  Dandy Dawson and Brutus had persuaded Raphael Rocco, the Italian from Philly, to wrestle with Connors.  Rocco was 5’11” and 225 pounds.  He had wavy black hair and dark brown eyes.  The Italian hunk had a slight five o’clock shadow.  His 50” pecs were smooth as were his washboard abs.  Like Connors, Rocco kept this armpits shaved smooth.  He wore the skimpiest of yellow bikinis.  He had an 8” cut cock, the outline of which was always visible in the front of his yellow pouch.

Connors had come to the second session determined not to behave as a whining beta bitch.  He had seen a video of the match in which soon-to-be Champ Tino Gavras aka OrangeMuscle had decimated and humiliated Rocco.  He was confident he could do the same.  It didn’t start out that way, as Rocco dominated the early going.  Then, slowly but surely, Connors began to get the upper hand.  He relied on his superb collegiate wrestling skills and was too fast for the more lumbering Rocco.  Raf was also not as fit as Wyle and was gassed by 45 minute mark.  From then until the end, it was Connors who forced the Italian hunk to scream out one submission after another.  At Brutus’s instruction, Wyle refused to accept them.  The match ended only when Rocco—tied up in the ropes—felt Wyle’s strong forearms surround his neck from behind and squeeze tight.  A few moments later, Rocco was sound asleep and sagging against the middle rope.  

Connors celebrated then yanked the Italian stud out of the ropes into the center of the ring.  With Brutus cheering him on, he proceeded to peel off his black Speedo and do a series of push ups—face-fucking Rocco’s throat until he detonated a huge hot load.  Raf’s cock twitched in his yellow bikini and shot, creaming the inside as he climaxed handsfree.

In the next few sessions, Brutus reinforced the need for Wyle to embrace his inner brutality, to show no mercy, and to adopt a leave no prisoners attitude.  Dawson attended these sessions in person and, to motivate Connors, derogatorily referred to Alex as being born with a silver spoon in his mouth or being a golden child who had eclipsed Connors for most of his adult life, depriving Wyle of the prominence and adulation he deserved.  More than once, the TSWF promoter told Connors "It's time for the Golden Boy to get his just desserts."  Both he and Brutus also wanted to see Wyle do more than skull-fuck his opponent.  The kid would need to penetrate and ram Alex Ulrich’s hairless hole in post-match stakes.  Hence, today’s session.

Both Brutus and Dawson knew that Wyle—like any red-blooded gay male—would be hot for VinnyMuscleStallion’s chiseled olive-skinned body.  But they needed him to show he could not only destroy the Italian Stallion but also fuck his pony ass.  Vinny had been amused to get the call to wrestle the newbie.  He was given pictures of Wyle’s body and, while he thought the kid was sexy as fuck, he wasn’t the least bit intimidated by Connors’ physical prowess.  The Bay Ridge Hero stood only one inch taller than Wyle at 6’2” but he weighed 25 pounds more at 235 pounds.  He had a smooth muscled body with 54” pecs encircling large brown nipples.  The Stallion had 22” biceps, a perfect six pack, a 32” waist and 33” quads.  Like Wyle, VMS had an 8” cock that was also shaped like a baseball bat, growing wider until it was crowned by a beautiful mushroom head.  The Stallion had wavy black hair and blue eyes.  He kept his black pit hair and pubes neatly trimmed.  He had briefly been the TSWF Champ until the AsianMuscleGod dethroned him several months earlier.

“Good luck,” Dawson said to Vinny, as the Italian Stallion finished a posing routine before the full-length mirror in the locker room.  He was wearing his tight white Speedo with light blue piping on the sides, matching light blue wristbands and size 13 boots.  VMS snickered as he dropped his double bi-flex pose.  “Yeah, like I need it,” he scoffed, then flicked a droplet of sweat off his pecs.  Vinny marched out of the locker room and headed to Daddy Dom Sal’s ring room, confident he’d bash the hunky collegiate wrestler.  Dawson exited and grabbed an Uber back to Manhattan.  He had an important appointment at his office and would have to watch the match remotely.

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One hour later….

“I GIVE!!!  I GIVE!!!” the Bay Ridge Hero nearly sobbed but the submission was muffled given the white Speedo gag stuffed in his mouth.  Wyle Connors—now being called The Enslaver by Dawson and Brutus— refused to accept his submission.  VinnyMuscleStallion was sitting helplessly on the middle turnbuckle.  His arms were wrapped over the top ropes and his wrists were tied to the strands between the ring post and the turnbuckle.  Vinny’s legs were spread wide and hooked over the middle ropes.  The Enslaver had used ropes to tie each of his quads to those ropes.  The Enslaver—dressed in black leather pants with a black mask—had stepped out onto the apron.  A black leather strap about four feet long hung loosely around his neck.  Grabbing the leather strap, he wrapped it around Vinny’s throat then yanked the Stallion’s head backwards while pressing his black leather boot into VMS’s back.  “Aaaaaaarrrrggghhhhhhhh!” screamed the former Champ.  His sweaty, smooth torso arched upwards contorting his back.  Vinny’s semi-hard 8” cock dangled below his trimmed black pubes and swayed left and right.  A strand of pre-cum dripped from his slit.

To apply greater pressure, The Enslaver double then triple wrapped his leather strand around the Stallion’s neck and pulled back harder.  “Aaaaaagggghhhhh!!!” groaned VMS through his Speedo gag as his windpipe was assaulted.  There was another muffled rasping of “I GIVE!!!  I SUBMIT!!!”  The Enslaver looked back at his corner to the Hairy Beast Brutus who slowly nodded his approval.  “FUCKING PUSSY PONY!  YOU HAD ENOUGH?”  “Yessssss!!!” gasped VMS, although it sounded more like a gurgle.  “YES WHO?” demanded The Enslaver.  “Sir, SIR!  I GIVE SIR!!!” the Bay Ridge Bitch cried out.  With that, the Connors let go of the leather strand and Brutus applauded the kid from the corner.  “Yes!” Brutus yelled, proud of his trainee.  “Now fuck the pony bitch!” the Brazilian Brute ordered.

Dandy Dawson watched the spectacle on camera from his office.  He smiled, pleased The Enslaver had demolished the Italian Stallion.  He was obviously ready to destroy Alex Ulrich.  The Enslaver flashed a cocky grin and stepped back inside the ring.  He pulled off his black boots then unzipped and pulled off his black leather pants revealing a black jock strap barely containing his erection.  TE ascended to the middle ropes, straddling the bound Stallion and pulled the white Speedo from his mouth.  He leaned forward and rubbed the pouch of his black jock strap against Vinny’s mouth, knowing it was moist with his pre-cum.  

VMS felt the rock hard 8” cock and balls inside the pouch.  He could be a cock whore.  He wanted the big cock stuffed down his throat.  “Fuck yeah,” he murmured into The Enslaver’s jock.  He begged, “Fucking give it to me.”  TE smirked then pulled his hard cock out of the side of his pouch and slapped Vinny’s cheeks with it.  “Suck my fucking cock, slut!” Connors demanded before shoving his baseball bat of a dick into VMS’s throat.  He wrapped the white Speedo behind Vinny’s head and used it to yank the bound wrestler’s face into his crotch repeatedly, skull-fucking the Stallion aka Pony Bitch at a fast and furious pace.  Vinny’s cock, bobbed untouched, twitching and dripping more pre-cum on the mat.

After several minutes, The Enslaver jumped back down on the mat.  He swatted VMS’s cock with his own.  Then he untied the Pony Bitch’s arms and quads and dragged his body from the ropes onto the mat and kicked him onto his back.  Connors pulled his jock strap completely off and his fully erect cut cock rose above his cropped black pubes in line with his black treasure trail.  He grabbed Vinny’s muscled legs and rolled them up and over until the Pony Bitch’s smooth pink hole pointed skyward.  Then placing his hands on VMS’s muscled hamstrings, The Enslaver slowly lowered himself until his big mushroom head bumped into Vinny’s exposed pucker.  He sank his wet cock into the inviting hole and let out a moan of pleasure as the defeated wrestler’s tight hole clamped around the big dick.  “Fucking take my cock, bitch!  Gonna pile-drive your ass!” exclaimed The Enslaver.

Dandy Dawson had waited for this moment when The Enslaver would embrace his fantasies and completely dominate another alpha male.  He watched as Wyle began to piston his thick dick in and out of Vinny’s chute.  VMS responded with slutty cries of “Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck yes!” as his hole was battered.  In his rolled up position, Vinny’s own 8” cock hovered above his face and pre-cum leaked into his mouth.  The Enslaver sank one last time into VMS’s canal then stayed there as his cock pulsed and blasted his load deep into the Pony Bitch’s bowels.  “Breeding you, Pony Bitch!!!  UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!” the dominating alpha heel grunted triumphantly.  Vinny’s cock throbbed, pulsed and spewed a huge load on his face and in his mouth.

“Fuck yes!” yelled Dawson in his office just as his intercom buzzed.  “Mr. Dawson,” the voice said.  “Yes, Clyde?” the TSWF promoter said to his receptionist.  “It’s Mr. Ulrich, sir, here to see you.”  Dandy reluctantly turned off the video feed just as he saw The Enslaver unroll VMS’s body then slide forward until his ass completely covered Vinny’s face.  The last thing Dawson heard was Connors' demands to be rimmed by the Pony Bitch.  Dawson’s hard cock throbbed inside his gray slacks.  He’d have to attend to his own release later.

There was a knock on his office door.  “Come in,” beckoned Dawson, and Alex Ulrich with his curly brown hair and pretty face entered.  He wore a tight golden tank top, accentuating his large pecs and highlighting his biceps, and matching gym shorts.  He walked over to the promoter’s desk.  “Good to see you again, Alex, and I like your gear.” said Dawson, adding, “I’ve got the contract all typed up and ready for your signature.  I’ve already signed it.”  

The silver-haired Daddy stood up holding two documents and came around to the front of his desk.  Ulrich smirked, seeing that Dandy’s bulge was tenting out.  “Excited to see me, I see,” he remarked with that cocky alpha attitude.  “Oh, that?” Dawson replied, adjusting himself, “It wasn’t you, actually.  I was watching a live feed of some post-match ‘stakes.’  But that’s something you don’t need to worry about.”  “That’s our deal,” Alex replied firmly.

Dawson handed Alex a pen and gave him one of the contracts.  Ulrich spent a few minutes reading it line by line.  The $100,000 fee was there—along with the penalty provision requiring payment of ten times that amount should Alex refuse to honor the contract.  The agreement specified a clean wrestling match with standard rules and an impartial referee.  It banned any behavior of a sexual nature, including any post-match “stakes.”  There were the provisions requiring Alex to wear golden metallic squared trunks along with matching wristbands, kneepads and boots.  He would don a golden mask to hide his identity from the public.  The contract also required Ulrich to perform a pre-match posing routine.  The match itself would take place inside a metal cage that would surround the wrestling ring.

Finally, Alex looked up and said “Fine, it’s what we agreed.”  He took the pen and signed his name “Alexander Ulrich,” then added “Olympian” on the last page below Dandy’s signature.  The promoter handed Ulrich the second document, the first page of which was identical to the contract Ulrich had just signed.  Alex saw the $100,000 fee provision and quickly thumbed his way to the last page before signing it.  Dawson smiled and patted the collegiate wrestler on the back.  “You won’t regret this, kid!” he exclaimed, “We’ll both make a mint out of this match, I assure you, and those photos will be safe with me!”  Ulrich blanched slightly—remembering he was doing the match not only for the money but also to avoid the risk of the scandalous photos being released just weeks before the Olympics.

“Okay, kid, the match is set for tomorrow night at the Bay Ridge Arena.  Make sure you get to the stylist for your manscaping appointment in the morning then head to the arena for a pre-match weight lifting session to pump up your amazing physique.  You’ll also need to be fitted in your golden gear in time for the weigh-in at 4:00 p.m.”  “Will do, Dandy,” said Ulrich with a cocky tone of voice, adding  “It may be a short match tomorrow night.  I’m sure your stable doesn’t contain anyone in my weight class with my Olympian wrestling skills.”

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After Ulrich had left his office, Dawson took the first contract signed by Alex over to his shredder.  He fed the agreement into the machine and smiled as he heard it sliced into a thousand pieces.  He took the second document over to his file cabinet where he inserted it into an empty folder labeled “Alexander ‘Alex’ Ulrich:  Dandy Dawson’s Slave.”  The second contract was the same as the first in a few respects.  The fee and penalty on the first page were the same, as were the requirements of Alex’s golden gear, the pre-match posing routine, and the metal cage.  But in all other respects, the second contract signed by Ulrich was quite different.  It specified a “no holds barred” match, to be refereed by the Hairy Brazilian Brutus.  Sexual behavior, including cock and ball torture, were expressly permitted.  And the agreement awarded post-match ‘stakes’ to the winning wrestler.  Alex Ulrich had been figuratively fucked.  Tomorrow, his delectable virgin ass would be literally fucked.  Dawson chuckled to himself and palmed his crotch, “He’ll be mine."

(To be continued.)