Alpha Battle: Brutus v. The Freak v. AsianMuscleGod

Chapter 1

“I hear Tri-State Wrestling Fed royalty will be attending tonight’s match against Brutus from Brazil,” remarked Gary Bennett, as he rubbed down the Black Bodybuilder.  Face down and naked on the massage table, Earl “The Freak” Gleason said, “I know BlackAlpha’s coming.  He’s been great, training me.  And his partner VinnyMuscleStallion is coming, too.”  Bennett aka “The Tank” nodded while working deeper into the knots in Earl’s muscled back, “Well, BA won ten straight title matches before retiring as an undefeated Champ.  Do you think he’s a bit jealous you might become the Champ and one day eclipse his record?”  “Don't think so.  He’s been super helpful in our training sessions,” Earl said into his face cradle, adding “I’m more of a Cocky Heel with my 9.5” Destroyer cut cock.  BlackAlpha was a Hero, a Face.  Can’t deny I’d love to own his hole someday.”

Gary moved his hands south to Gleason’s mountainous caramel-colored glutes.  His partner of 10 years was a beast.  He stood 6’4” and weighed 240 pounds.  The Freak had a 52” chest, 22” biceps, a 33” waist and monster 35” quads.  He kept his entire body smooth to accentuate his ripped physique.  

Bennett was ex-military.  He had blonde hair, which was wavy on top with fades down the sides and back.  At 6’3” 235 pounds, Gary’s stats were close to Earl’s.  His chest was 51”.  He had 22” biceps, a 33” waist, and 35” quads.  Like Gleason and many bodybuilders, he was smooth all over with cut abs.”  As he massaged Earl, he wore only his tight white briefs.

Both 45-year old Bennett and 44-year old Gleason had been shocked when Tri-State Wrestling Fed promoter Dandy Dawson had called to offer Earl a title shot.  After all, Dawson and his bodyguard Hairy Brutus had just demolished Bennett and Gleason in a revenge match.  Dawson had KO’d The Tank after a vicious low blow to his balls then restrained him in a corner of the ring before plowing him senseless.  What was supposed to have been Gary’s chance to exact revenge on his former boss and TSWF promoter Dawson turned into the Blonde Bodybuilder’s ultimate humiliation. 

For his part, Brutus had forced The Freak’s submission by literally biting his Speedo-covered balls.  He then owned the Black Bodybuilder’s ass with his 12” Anaconda.  Gleason was humiliated by having to suck his step nephew Cedric’s 8” cock at the same time. 

Dawson knew a rematch between Brutus and Gleason would sell out quickly—especially after a video of the last match had gone viral amongst TSWF fans.

The rub was that Earl’s rematch against Brutus would not be a title match.  Rather, Dawson had explained that the winner would face Wu Teng aka the AsianMuscleGod for the championship.  So Earl would need to win twice in one night before he became Champ, and getting past Brutus from Brazil would be a long shot.  Dawson’s current henchman aka The Ultimate Alpha was a nasty piece of work.

“Have you reached out to Master Han?” asked Earl into the face cradle.  “Not yet but it’s on my to do list,” replied Bennett, “He’ll agree right away that you or the AsianMuscleGod would stand a better chance of winning if you faced each other and not Brutus in the finale.”  “Nice,” Earl murmured, “Good thing also I insisted on that condition.”  “Yeah,” Bennett readily agreed, “Getting Dandy Dawson to agree to no interference and to be personally dog collared and dragged to the ring for ‘stakes’ if you win the two matches and become Champ was a masterstroke.  It gives us another shot at our fucking former boss.”

The Freak felt Bennett’s hands begin to spread his ass cheeks apart.  The Tank’s oily fingers slid through Gleason’s ass crack.  “Oh fuuuucccckkkk, that feels good, Gary,” Gleason moaned, “Keep…going.”  He felt his lover's hand surround his hard Destroyer cock and pull it backwards between his legs.  He was pretty sure the Blonde Bodybuilder’s 8” cut cock was hardening too in his white briefs.  Bennett leaned closer and let his tongue lap against the swollen head.  He licked along the thick shaft until bathing Earl’s smooth balls with his saliva and tasting his pre-cum.  “Ohhhhhhh man, you’re gonna make me cum,” sighed The Freak as he submitted to his partner.

“You know I’ve been thinking,” Gary said as he stood back up.  His index finger grazed against Earl’s exposed hole, “We shouldn’t be the only ones to fight fair. Dawson sure doesn’t.”  “You’re reading my mind,” Gleason replied—somewhat in a haze.  “Yeah,” Bennett said, “Beyond Master Han, I’ve got a few things planned for the Hairy Bitch.  I’m a carpenter by trade.”  “And we both know our way around tools,” Gleason agreed.  “I’ve built something that should come in handy tomorrow night.  I’m bringing it and my tools to the Flatbush Arena.” Earl pulled his face up from the cradle and looked back at his partner, “You don’t say, Tank, you don’t say.  I can’t wait to use them on this Brazilian Bitch.”

The Freak then turned onto his back on the table.  His 9.5” hard cut cock stood straight up from his smooth lower torso.  He grabbed the base of The Destroyer and winked at The Tank.  Words weren’t needed.  Bennett got on the table between Earl’s legs.  He leaned forward and his mouth encircled the swollen brown mushroom head.  “Oh baby,” Gleason moaned and closed his eyes….

(To be continued.)