Alexander "Alex" Ulrich: Going for the Gold
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Author's Note: This is the sixth of nine chapters of a gay wrestling erotica collaboration between The Face and me. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 6
Pre-Match Intros and Forced Posing
Alex Ulrich’s girlfriend Jess entered the Bay Ridge Arena not knowing what to expect. Accompanied by two of her girlfriends, the top heavy blonde had received an anonymous invite to the wrestling match. She had been told only that Alex would be wrestling that night and stood to receive a huge purse. As she waited in the fourth row behind the barricade and the metal cage that encircled the ring, Jess looked around at the rowdy crowd made up almost entirely of handsome men—many of whom were shirtless or wearing black leather vests, leather harnesses, tight muscle shirts or Pride-themed tank tops—and wondered what this was all about. She had not heard of the Tri-State Wrestling Fed previously.
“Good evening!” the announcer Vern Wonder intoned at center ring, “Welcome to our main attraction this evening. A cage match between two muscle hunks!” The crowd roared their approval as Wonder continued, “And now, to describe the match rules and introduce tonight’s combatants, I give you the one, the only TSWF promoter Dandy Dawson!” A smattering of boos and cheers were heard as the silver-haired Dawson strutted up the metal steps and stepped into the ring.” He was wearing his trademark silver suit with a bright blue tie and white shirt. Dandy took the mic from Wonder and cleared his throat.
Backstage, Alex Ulrich was quite literally a mess of emotions. On the one hand, Dawson had reneged on the deal the two had struck. No conduct of a sexual behavior? Hell, he had just been subjected to erotic torture by two of Dawson’s goons. He still had a golden metal butt plug lodged in his hole, plugging up lube that was sloshing around in his bowels. For all he knew, the session had been caught on tape (and he would be right about that). Alex wanted to flee the arena as soon as RedDante and SwimmerBoy left his side. On the other hand, he was in deep. Very deep. If he tried to leave now, Dawson would surely try to destroy his reputation and dash his quest for Olympic glory. Sure Dawson had broken their contract but the damage would be done to Alex before he ever got even with the smarmy promoter.
As they waited before the curtains, SwimmerBoy said “Oh, the boss wanted you to re-read the contract you signed.” He handed a document to Alex. Ulrich began to skim it. The fee and penalty provisions were the same on page 1 but he audibly gasped when he got to the second and third pages. Alex Ulrich had agreed to a “no holds barred” match with “post-match stakes” refereed by some monster alpha male named Brutus. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Alex muttered to himself. He quickly flicked to the last page and “fuck, fuck, fuck” saw his signature “Alexander Ulrich, Olympian.” Just then he heard Dawson in the ring.
“Tri-State Wrestling Fed fans! Tonight we have a special treat for you—a no holds barred wrestling match, which can only be decided by a KO or ’accepted submission.’ The winner will be entitled to claim ‘stakes’ from the loser. Backstage Alex shuddered hearing the promoter confirm what he had just read in a contract he didn’t recognize but bore his signature. In the crowd, Jess looked at her girlfriends, mouthing the question “What are ‘stakes’?” They stared back with blank faces.
Dawson continued “First, let me introduce tonight’s referee. You’ve all seen him on our streaming service turn the current Champ Tino Gavras aka OrangeMuscle into a simpering beta bitch.” The crowd went wild as Dandy said “Here he is, in the flesh, the Hairy Beast from Brazil, Brutus!!!” The fans clapped wildly as Brutus appeared at the metal cage door. He wore a black and white striped tank top and a tight black Speedo with a pronounced bulge covering his 12” uncut cock. Chants of “Brutus! Brutus! Brutus!” broke out as the Brazilian Behemoth jumped onto the apron and stepped over the top ropes. He waved to the crowd acknowledging their enthusiastic cheers.
Jess looked more than puzzled now. Did Alex have a secret life? What kind of wrestling match ends with the loser being turned into… what did he call it?…a simpering beta bitch?
“And now, TSWF fans, it’s my pleasure to introduce to you the first our combatants. He is a gorgeous young hunk who fancies himself to be a cocky alpha heel. He stands 5’11” and weighs in at…205 pounds. He has perfectly sculpted 48” pecs and 18” biceps. His creamy white ass cheeks are the object of every gay man’s desire. He is a pretty boi, the one, the only…drum roll please… The Golden Boy!!!” Before he could digest the nickname bestowed upon him by the promoter, Alex felt his body shoved hard through the curtains by the two goons. He tried to stop as soon as he saw the metal cage but RedDante and SwimmerBoy followed him—pushing him again down the ramp way towards the cage and ring.
Jess saw her boyfriend’s golden mask, skimpy, sparkly golden metallic Speedo and matching gear. Alex must lead a double life, she thought. No straight guy would gear up like he had. As he walked towards the cage, Ulrich caught a glimpse of Jess. He tried to smile bravely but she didn’t react. She seemed frozen by the events unfolding inside the Bay Ridge Arena. He noticed his cock had recovered and was sprouting a Viagra-induced half boner. A few fans began to point and laugh as they saw the rather thin shaft and cut head straining against the metallic fabric. Some yelled out “Puny cock, Golden Boy!” causing Alex to wince. Puny as it might be, his cock grew harder by the second. The head and shaft were visibly outlined on the front of his pouch, while gaps in his leg holes appeared as the gear was stretched forward. Ulrich felt the butt plug pressing into his prostate with each step.
One of Jess’s girlfriends turned to her and said “Well, that thing ain’t very big, honey.” Jess looked bewildered. Alex hadn’t been the best of lovers. The size of his manhood wasn’t as big an issue for her as was his tendency to cum as soon as he had entered her vagina. He satisfied himself, first and foremost. He rarely got her off. Wyle Connors had been a better lover and his 8” cut cock was more than ample. But he was such a loser that she had left him for Ulrich.
After arriving at the metal door to the cage, Alex looked up. The cage was at least 16’ high on all sides with a metal panel on top. It was ringed in each corner with video cameras. He started to turn back but felt two big hands on his shoulders. RedDante opened the metal door with his free hand, and the Golden Boy was shoved inside the cage. The door slammed shut behind him. CLANG!
Dandy stood in the middle of the ring with the mic. He announced “Before we begin tonight’s match, the Golden Boy has agreed to pose for you horny men!” The crowd cheered lustily. Jess couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She wasn’t sure she wanted to stay. Again, she thought Alex must be leading a secret life. Why would he parade his ripped body before such men? Her thoughts took her to dark places. Who was Alex Ulrich?
The lights in the auditorium darkened leaving only a powerful spotlight on Alex in his golden gear at center ring. Before he began, Ulrich whispered to Dawson “You’ll regret this, asshole. I’ll get my pay back when this is over. Fucking believe me.” Dandy pretended to look hurt, putting on a pouty face, but then sneered. “Yeah, bitch, I’ll fucking own you when this is over. Deep down it’s what you want kid. To be my submissive slave! Now pose for your fans, muscle boy!”
Alex turned towards one corner and the cameras. He tried to channel his internal alpha heel. He would wrestle, win and depart with $100,000 in cash. This nightmare would be a thing of the past…soon. Dawson barked out “Double bi-flex Golden Boy!” Alex was taken aback but recovered to flash a pretend grin and went into a double bicep flex. His 18” biceps made the fans swoon. The flash of his cropped brown pit hair excited them too. The cameras honed in on his popping vein along the top of his ceps. All of this was projected on large TV monitors in the auditorium. The crowd collectively moaned at Alex’s physique.
Alex—pumped by the adulation—twisted his double bicep flex right and left, showing off his cut obliques while maintaining his cep flex. The crowd started to cheer for the Golden Boy and chants of “GB! GB! GB!” broke out. The spotlight and flexing made Ulrich sweat. Droplet of sweat began to pour down through the valley between his smooth 48” pecs. Dawson, now leaning against the far ring post, ordered “Rear Lat Spread, Golden Boy!” Alex was not accustomed to being ordered around. But he turned his back to the camera, placed his hands on his hips and slowly spread his lats, flexing them for the crazed fans.
Dawson instructed Golden Boy to turn and show off his lats and tapered back. “Yeah, pose Golden Boy, I’m gonna make so much money off your hot body.” Ulrich almost stopped posing but didn’t want to give Dandy an excuse for not paying him his fee. “Let’s have a rear double bi-flex, GB,” Dawson said into his mic. Alex turned again, and double bicep flexed, knowing the camera was focused on his back and ass. Suddenly, the Golden Boy felt Dawson’s hand on his bubble butt. His hand moved downward and began to massage Alex’s hamstrings. Then he moved back up to the delectable bubble butt, paused, and swatted the Speedo-covered cheeks twice. WHAP! WHAP! Dandy hissed “Don’t think for one moment I’ll let you walk away from your contract with me. And a word of advice. Tighten those ass cheeks and bear down on that metal plug. You’re already a little fucked, bitch.” Alex tried to maintain his pose and composure. But then, through the cage and over the barricades, he saw Jess and her girlfriends rising from their seats. No, no, no, he said to himself. Jess was leaving—abandoning Alex Ulrich to his fate in the ring.
“Let's give it up for the Golden Boy!" exclaimed Dawson. The crowd roared appreciatively, which made the uneasy Ulrich feel better. "And now, ladies and gents,” Dawson said into the mic, “It is my distinct honor to introduce Golden Boy’s opponent in tonight’s match. He is a Medieval Dark Knight, an alpha male accustomed to dominating other wrestlers, forcing their submissions, and pummeling their holes!” The fans buzzed with excitement as Dandy continued, “He stands 6’1” and weighs 210 pounds. He has 50” pecs and 20” biceps along with a 33” waist and 33” quads. Without further adieu, I give you,” Dawson paused for dramatic effect, “THE ENSLAVER!”
The spotlight moved to the curtains, which parted to reveal a True Alpha Male, one who had embraced his anger and resentments towards Alex and was ready to act upon his fantasies. The Enslaver stood in black leather pants with matching fresco boots buttoned up the sides. A black cod piece protected his crotch. His smooth chest glistened in the glare of the spotlight, shiny and pumped from a pre-match weight lifting session. A light black treasure trail disappeared into his waistband. He wore a black iron Medieval helmet that completely covered his face except for his eyes and nose. In his right hand, TE held a wooden baton that was attached to an iron chain and spiked mace ball. Alex could hardly believe his eyes. He started to stutter to Dawson, “What…the hell, is this some kind of joke?” Dawson sneered “Don’t worry, pretty boi, don’t worry.” Alex suddenly realized he had no protection like the cod piece worn by the knight. He was wearing nothing under his skimpy Speedo and his thin, hard cock tented outward.
As the crowd roared their approval, The Enslaver began a slow but deliberate march down the ramp way. Every few steps he raised his baton and twirled the spiked mace ball in the air, which gave the fans a glimpse of his smooth pits. When he had arrived at the metal cage door, RedDante reappeared and opened it. The Dark Knight stepped through the door, crossed the padded floor and ascended the metal steps. Staring right at Alex Ulrich, he twirled the mace ball again after pausing at the ring post. Wyle Connors had never felt so confident. He would be unstoppable tonight—finally defeating the Golden Boy and chasing away his own demons. Then he would fuck Alex publicly before handing him over to Dandy Dawson. The thought made Connors’ 8” cut cock swell against his cod piece.
The Enslaver deposited the baton and spiked mace ball by the ring post. He slowly removed his helmet to reveal a black leather mask that still disguised his identity. The crowd chanted “Dark Knight! Dark Knight! Dark Knight” as he bounced from one black boot to the other in his corner—never taking his eyes of the Golden Boy opposite him. Alex, meanwhile, flitted his eyes back and forth between The Enslaver and the Brazilian Brutus. The referee was a hairy monster and packing major heat in his black Speedo pouch.
Ulrich looked down and saw he was hard as a rock. There was no disguising his erection. He surmised the goon squad had forced a Viagra down his throat--apparently to humiliate Alex in the ring. But he still felt confident he could demolish the Dark Knight who faced him across the ring. And when this was over, he would make it his mission to come after Dandy Dawson.
(To be continued.)